Part One

My name is Kyle Alexander. I was born in 1966 to traditional parents. I am the product of a very conservative upbringing. Accordingly, as a child, I naively thought everyone had been raised with the same set of solid values as I had. It was quite a shock to me as I entered my teenage years to learn that many of my classmates seemed to be moral degenerates. That might be a bit of a cruel overstatement, but very few of them thought that chastity was a virtue and that sexual relations ought to be delayed until marriage. Of course, I was perceived as a square and a wet blanket by my peers. I suppose the same thing went for my younger sister.

Fortunately for me, I was blessed with better-than-average looks, so even though I was supposed to be a party-pooper, I never lacked for female company. That was the case even before I hit puberty. When I was in the sixth grade I was invited to six different girls' 12th birthday parties. In five of those six cases, I was the only boy invited. I was flattered. Looking back, I think I got more attention from the other guests at these parties than the birthday girl did.

I had a few different girlfriends throughout high school, but I found the love of my life when I was in my third year of college. Danielle Smithers, a freshman student, was an unlikely match for me; she had very liberal attitudes towards a lot of things that ran foreign to my personal beliefs. Somehow, they didn't matter. She was quite beautiful and I was attracted to her immediately when I saw her at the library checking out some books on Elizabethan poetry. I started a conversation with her about her reading materials. I liked her reply: "How can anyone who's as handsome as you know anything about poetry?"

I thought that was an odd leap in logic for her to make, but I thanked her for the indirect compliment. Moreover, I immediately invited her to have a coffee with me. She accepted without hesitation. We sipped on multiple coffees for hours, but the time seemed to fly by.

Things accelerated rapidly from there. Within a month we had seriously discussed marriage as a possible option for us. We decided there was no immediate rush for us to tie the knot. We'd wait until we’d both graduated before we took that major step, but in the meantime, we considered ourselves to be engaged. Danielle told me not to buy a ring, as she considered such a token of love to be "old-fashioned and paternalistic". Whatever! She also added one interesting stipulation to our relationship, however. We were to be very sexually active in the interim. "Chastity is nonsense!" Danielle strongly declared. "I want you to fuck me and fuck me often, Kyle." Despite my strict upbringing, I happily accepted her inflexible terms. Anything that made my beautiful fiancee happy—especially unlimited nookie—was definitely okay with me.

Part Two

Danielle had one sibling, a sister two years her junior named Ruby. She was her older sister's equal in both good looks and her liberal attitude toward just about everything. Oddly enough, she too had a very conservative boyfriend named William. I discovered this one night when the four of us began conversing abut nothing in particular. However, the topics gradually drifted to politics and social issues. William and I passionately defended nationalism, patriotism, capitalism and freedom of speech without flinching or compromising. "You two must be related, " Danielle said at one point when she and Ruby were failing badly trying to defend Affirmative Action policies.

"No, we're not related. We’re just right!" William stated.

I laughed heartily and gave him a high-five. "Please marry Ruby someday, William" I jokingly pleaded with him. "That way we'll see each other plenty of times."

Danielle's family owned a cabin in northern Ontario that was well off the beaten path. It had been built by her grandfather in the late 1940s and was described by Ruby as "quite charming". It was situated near a series of small lakes that didn't seem to have names. Apparently, the nearest neighboring cabin was more than a mile away, so we certainly would not be disturbed by anyone. One day, Danielle and Ruby announced they had permission to use the cabin during the third weekend in June. The plan was that William and I would accompany them for a weekend of fun and copulation—with emphasis primarily on the latter. We both quickly agreed to the idea. I was 22 and had a car, so I offered to do the driving as long as the Smithers sisters navigated. We left early on the Friday, around noon, as it was a four-hour jaunt to the cabin in the middle of nowhere. It turned out to be well worth the long drive.

The weather forecast for that weekend was not great. When we arrived, a faint drizzle was already falling. That did not bode well. Within 20 minutes of our entering the cabin, a massive downpour had begun. Our tentative plans for the four of us to have a leisurely walk to the lakes was not to be. We had to entertain ourselves until the storm broke—which, according to the latest forecast we had heard on the radio during the long drive, likely wasn't going to happen until the following morning.

The cabin was rustic, but it did have some comforts of home: a refrigerator that looked like it was from the 1950s; a radio, and (thankfully) running water and indoor plumbing. If you wanted to shower, however, there was one outside, adjacent to the back of the cabin. On a rainy night as this one was, the grey sky would have provided more water than the man-made shower.

I turned on the radio to see what it might pick up. I found three faraway stations that came in faintly. One was playing classical music (which I didn't mind at all), one was in French, and one was a call-in show that seemed to focus on agricultural topics. By default, the classical music station was the one we chose just to have something playing in the background.

I did some exploring and discovered a cupboard that had some amusements in it: a cribbage board with an accompanying deck of cards, some half-filled children's coloring books with assorted crayons, and a lonely pair of dice that didn't seem to belong to any game. "Maybe your grandfather ran an illegal crap game," I joked.

It certainly looked like we would have to amuse ourselves—until Ruby emerged from the bedroom that she and William were going to share. "Look what I found in here! This has the potential to be great fun, I think!" she happily declared. She was holding a game called "Coupling". I had never heard of it.

"Whatever the game is, it certainly has to beat coloring clowns and circus animals," William opined. We all agreed to play it after we finished a meal of sandwiches, potato salad and soft drinks that we had bought at a supermarket on the way to the cabin.

Upon finishing our repast, we all sat around the only sizable table in the cabin; it was where we had sat for our meal, too. Ruby placed the game on it. I looked at the box before Ruby had a chance to open it. The side of the box referred to it as "a fun, swinging way of sharing yourself with someone new!"

As the oldest and the wisest person in the cabin, I was starting to get the picture—and I was intrigued. "I think the emphasis is on swinging," I noted.

Danielle, who was 20, quickly grabbed the box and said that she agreed with me. "I don't know about this!" she complained. On the other hand, Ruby, who had just turned 19 the same week as William had, was all in favor of it. She denounced her sister as "a stick in the mud" and encouraged her to be open-minded about it. William laughed and said exactly what was going through my mind. Danielle, the ultra-liberal, had moral objections to the game which the two ultra-conservatives in the cabin did not.

Ruby scanned the game’s instructions. "You have to play, Danielle,” she insisted. “For the game to work, it rquires couples. That’s what it says in the first paragraph. Three people just won't do." Apparently, that small amount of browbeating was enough to convince Danielle to be a willing participant, too.

About three minutes later, having read through the complete rules, Ruby took charge of the game. She noted, "This game can accommodate up to six couples, but also as few as two, so we barely qualify. We just need to follow the directives for a two-couple game and then follow the rules from there. William and I will be Couple A; Danielle and Kyle will be Couple B."

There was a crisp stack of 96 game cards, a die, and two sand timers (one large and one small). As per the instructions, Ruby shuffled the cards, split them into six equal piles. and set them face down in the center of the table. Next, she placed markers that bore the numbers one to six in front of each pile. Ruby said, "Couple A begins the first round by rolling this die. You can have the honor, William," she informed him and handed the red die with white dots to him. It looked to be brand new. In fact, the game was so pristine that it looked like it had never been used even once before. William rolled a four.

Ruby said, “William, that means you draw a card from Pile #4, read it aloud, and follow the instruction on it for a two-couple game.”

He read, “Compliment the person of the opposite sex from the other couple. It can be something physical, if you like.”

“I like this game so far!” Danielle chimed in.

William quickly said that Danielle had a beautiful head of hair that she should be proud of.

All three of us said “Aw!” collectively.

Ruby continued, “The male from Couple B now gets to roll the die. The sequence is male-male-female-female. That means it’s your roll, Kyle.” I rolled a five and drew a card from the fifth pile.

“Tell the person of the opposite sex from the other couple what his or her most attractive asset is,” I read.

“I can’t wait to hear this!” Ruby declared.

“Oh, that’s easy, ” I said. “Ruby, you have lovely breasts. I’ve secretly admired them from the first day I met you. William is a lucky guy.” Indeed, Ruby was slightly bustier than her older sister—and she had more prominent nipples, too. They were often visibly poking against whatever top she was wearing on any given day. Ruby wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed by what I said. She actually seemed pleased that I had noticed her tits. It was now her roll. A three came up.

Ruby picked the card from the top of the third pile. It said, “Tell the person of the opposite sex from the other couple something that would surprise him or her.”

“That’s an easy one for me, too, Kyle,” Ruby excitedly told me. “The first time I met you, I thought you were a gorgeous hunk of masculinity, and I wanted to have a fuck with you. In fact, I still do!”

I smiled, of course. This game was becoming really fun in a hurry! Then I glanced over at Danielle. I expected her to be furious at her sister’s candid remark, but she had no adverse reaction at all.

“That’s not exactly a surprise to me, you guys,” Danielle explained to both me and William. “Ruby has told me that several times.” I noticed that William was less than thrilled, though.

Danielle’s roll was a two. She drew the appropriate card that said, “Choose an article of clothing from the person of the opposite sex from the other couple. He or she must remove it.”

“Those trousers come off right now, William!” she ordered. William laughed and promptly complied. He sat in his briefs.

Things really got interesting when William rolled a one and read a doozy to us: It said, “Have fun! Fondle the member of the opposite sex from the other couple for 30 seconds. Put your hands anywhere you like.”

“Now we know what the small sand timer is used for in this game,” I noted. “It says ’30 seconds’ on the bottom.” Then I realized that William was about to take some liberties with my beautiful fiancee that I typically would not allow any male to do. But since we all agreed to participate in this game...

William wasn’t quite sure how to proceed, but Danielle waved him forward without a second thought. She stood up and said, “I guess you get to molest me for half a minute, William. Go for it!”

Given the green light, William wasted no time. He positioned himself behind Danielle, putting his hands underneath the red golf shirt that she was wearing—and her brassiere—and cupping her breasts for the first 15 seconds. For the last half of his allotted time, he put his right hand inside Danielle’s shorts to finger her pussy while continuing to grope her titties with his left hand.

When Ruby said, “Time’s up!” William said with a huge grin, “This is the greatest game ever devised by anyone! Thanks for being so compliant, Danielle!” This time I had a scowl on my face. Danielle seemed to accept being groped as part of the game. She really was a liberal-minded gal!

It was my roll again. I rolled a five. I drew a “special bonus card”. Ruby had to consult the rules to find out what that meant. I was told I could draw two cards from any of the six piles and take my choice as to which one’s instructions I wanted to follow. My options were to have a 30-second kiss with Ruby or “lick or suck on” one of her body parts for the same amount of time.

That was an easy choice for me. “Take off your bra, Ruby,” I told her. I want to suck on those gorgeous tits of yours! Hey, dreams really do come true sometimes!”

Ruby, being a good sport, fully complied. I almost gasped. Her breasts really were magnificent objects—especially for someone who hadn't yet turned 20. I quickly buried my face in them and moved from one nipple to the other every few seconds. I expected someone to call time at any moment, but no one had flipped over the sand timer to activate it! I probably got close to two minutes of pleasure before William said, “Kyle, I think your 30 seconds with my girlfriend’s boobs are up.” I noticed that the trouser-less William had sprouted an erection from watching me with Ruby.

I removed my lips from Ruby’s left mammary gland and flashed her the thumbs-up sign. Cabin life in the middle of nowhere was okay with me!

Ruby’s subsequent roll was a five. What a great card she drew! It said, “Use any part of your body you wish to bring the member of the opposite sex from the other couple to an orgasm. If you can do it in five minutes or less, both players advance to the final.”

“Yippee!” I squealed with delight. “Now the purpose of the large sand timer is clear, too.”

“It sounds like I’m going to get my wish, Kyle and give you a good fucking,” Ruby concluded. “It’s too bad we have to rush it.”

“Do we do this in private?” I asked.

“Jeez, no!” Ruby replied. “William and Danielle have to watch us to keep track of the time we use. Besides, voyeurism is part of the game. If you ejaculate within the five minutes, one of them turns the sand timer over. I’ll explain it once we’re done.”

According to Ruby, the timer would be started once we were both undressed and close enough to one another to get intimate. Ruby suggested that I disrobe and remain seated on my chair. She said she’d mount me, ride me, and try to draw a cum shot from my dick. I did as I was told.

Ruby’s pussy was almost as nice as her tits. It certainly felt marvelous as she slid up and down on my very stiff dick. Ruby had obviously done this sort of thing before. I placed my hands on her waist to help guide her, which was probably unnecessary. She was doing fine on her own. When I realized that was the case, I put my hands to work groping her breasts. I came fairly quickly, pulling out in time to fire a prodigious load of cum that struck Ruby near her cute navel. William tipped over the sand timer when the first rope of jism left my penis. He estimated that it had taken me about three minutes and 40 seconds to attain an orgasm.

“Great job, Ruby,” I told her sincerely. “I wish It could have lasted longer, but I wanted to abide by the rules. Speaking of the rules, what happens next?”

Ruby said, “The sand timer is turned the other way. Danielle must get William to come in less than the time we used. If she’s successful, they win. If she isn’t, we win.”

“I could just give you a blowjob or a hand job, William, but I might as well fuck you, too,” Danielle declared.

“That’s quite nice of you, Danielle!” he replied, as if my fiancee had just offered him a cookie instead of her precious vagina.

“Let’s use the couch, though,” Danielle added. “Just ride me missionary style and pull out exactly when you need to do it."

“Absolutely!” William replied. The minute they were both fully naked and seated on the couch together, I started the sand timer. William was suspiciously in no hurry to get to a climax. He rode Danielle softly with loving thrusts accompanied with sexy kisses across her tits. The timer ran out of sand. I said so, but William and Danielle merrily continued their fucking apace. Another eight or nine minutes went by before I saw the head of William’s dick vacate Danielle’s pussy. He launched a huge cum shot that was superior to mine. “Well done!” I said. “But Ruby and I won the game, right?”

“Nobody cares, Kyle!” he replied. He was right, of course.

Part Three

We all decided we could benefit from a cleansing shower, so we all paraded outside in the buff. Only the wild animals saw us naked, if any were lurking around. At first, Danielle used the real shower while the rest of us just stood in the downpour and passed a bar of soap to one another. Ruby began washing both William and me with zeal. When Danielle saw what was going on, she quickly joined us and joined in. How lovely it was! The two Smithers sisters were jointly washing their beaux! William and I quickly reciprocated and lathered up our two sweethearts. I subtly stuck my middle finger up Ruby’s vagina. She just winked at me.

As we walked back inside and dried ourselves with bath towels, Ruby said, “I forgot to read one of the rules of the game to you three. It’s kind of important. It says, ‘Once you have concluded having sexual relations with someone who is not your typical sex partner, it is important to reconnect with your usual partner. It is advisable to copulate with him or her to show that the sexual happenings that were part of the game were just fun activities for the purposes of a meaningless fling.’” That was a nice sentiment, I thought.

“Wonderful!” I declared. “Let’s go to bed right now, Danielle. I think I’ve got another cum shot inside me.” Danielle said nothing. She kissed me on the cheek, took my hand gently, and led me to our bedroom. I saw Ruby lead William to their room in the same way.

When we were snuggled up together, I made an offhand comment that it was “amazing that we found the perfect game to occupy us on a rainy night. What are the odds on that?”

“The odds were 100 percent, Kyle,” Danielle coolly told me. “Ruby bought that game for a dollar at a garage sale two weeks ago. She smuggled it up here in one of her three suitcases; she didn’t just find it here by chance. Ruby had played it before when she was a high school student, so she knew what would happen as the game unfolded. She and I both eagerly wanted to play it with you and William. When I told you I wasn't sure if we should play this game, that was just an act. That’s enough chitchat, Kyle. Let’s have an excellent fuck to lead us into a good night’s sleep.”