It has become rather fashionable for hip young things to have game nights—get a few friends around and play board games. Cute, if you're into that kind of thing. Personally, I can't imagine anything more hideous than sitting around playing mahjong or Snakes and Ladders. That's not to say game nights can't be fun.

****

"Hey Jayne, I need you to do me a favour?"

Jayne is my older best friend; she lives in a rather large, somewhat run-down, but very chic house. She's an artist, and her house oozes style and sophistication. She got to keep it when she got divorced a year ago. Her ex was a total fuckwit. But a rich fuckwit. Jayne took in a lodger a few weeks ago, James. He's something of a dream, dapper, charming, and has a massive dick. He's been good for Jayne, helping her to get back into the swing of things.

"What kind of favour, Harmony? It's nice to see you, by the way. Come in."

Rather like her house, Jayne is elegant and sophisticated, but a little tatty; sorry, that's a bit bitchy. Her clothes are just this side of hippy, picked up at charity shops and markets. This morning she was wearing a simple blue dress that showed off her boobs, without shouting, look at me, haven't I got big tits.

You might just be able to tell, I'm a little jealous of Jayne; I spend big on clothes, but I always think I look a bit of a slut—which is probably a little bit true.

"Would you like some coffee?" Jayne enquired.

"Oh, go on then. James at work?" I asked, doing my best to sound nonchalant.

"Yes, I have the house to myself. I've only just got dressed. If you'd arrived ten minutes ago, you'd have caught me nude."

Jayne rather enjoys being naked, and it was a warm summer's morning, so why not?

"Hoping that James might need to pop back?" I teased.

"Don't be silly!" Jayne replied.

Jayne and James have become rather cute together since he moved in. I know they've been fucking. Not in an exclusive way, well, I hope not.

"What was it you wanted from me, gorgeous?"

"I wanted to organise a games night, get a few girls round; let our hair down. And I was wondering if I could have it here. My place is tiny."

"A game's night, you're kidding? What, Tiddlywinks?"

"Not those sort of games, fuck no. I hate them."

"What were you thinking of then?" Jayne enquired in a curious tone.

"I was thinking of more adult-themed activities? Come on, it'll be fun. Please, Jayne?"

"Who were you thinking of inviting?"

"You, of course. Charlotte, I know you want to meet her. And that new French chick, Soline, who just moved in a few doors down from me, seems fun. And she must be keen to make friends. What do you think?"

Charlotte and I have a bit of a thing going on. I did have a thing with her and her soon-to-be ex-husband, but that got a bit messy. And explains why she is now going through a divorce. My bad. Soline is new to our little community of ne'er-do-wells. She's petite and rather sexy. Married, but her wife, whom I've only seen from a distance, seems a bit needy and seems to spend most of her time in London.

"Okay, wine, nibbles and some adult games. When were you thinking?"

"When is James not around? We don't want him interrupting our girly fun, do we?"

"That's a surprise, given that 'where's James' is the first thing you ask every time you come round."

This was true, I fancy the arse off of James. Quiet and reserved, until you get to know him. Turns out he's a dirty fuck, literally.

"James has a dinner date the day after tomorrow, with an author friend of mine, Jonathan; I might have mentioned him. So we could do it then, maybe?"

I was a little taken aback; I hadn't picked up at all that James was into men.

"A dinner date as in they're fucking each other afterwards," I enquired.

"I presume so. James came with me to a business dinner with Jonathan last week, and they got on rather splendidly. We ended up at his studio for something of a threesome of two, if you get my drift. Don't tell, but I do rather enjoy watching men fuck each other."

"Fuck, Jayne. How exciting, I had no idea."

"It was quite a turn on, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You're okay about it? James and Jonathan, I mean?"

"He's my lodger, we've fucked a few times. You've joined in, you'll recall. It's not like we were going steady. And I'm kind of over monogamy."

"Live and let live," I bantered.

Coffee finished, plans made. I kissed Jayne full on the lips so she would appreciate how grateful I was.

"I'll send the invitations when I get home, babes. Thank you."

Arriving home, I sat on my sofa, composed the invitation, sent it and waited for everyone to text me back.

Jayne was first: Well, obviously I accept. Make sure you get here in plenty of time to help me set up. X

Charlotte: Count me in. Need the distraction. Rob is a fucking nightmare ATM. Undress to impress?

Just Soline, I was a little nervous; I really didn't know her particularly well and just assumed she'd be up for some fun.

Soline: Hello, Harmony. A game's night, that sounds like so much fun. I would love, love, love to come along. Je te remercie. What should I bring? I know you, English, expect guests to bring something to a party.

Harmony: Bring as little as possible, babe. Looking forward to it. X

****

"You're on time, what a surprise!" Jayne greeted me with a smile.

"Thought I'd better make an effort," I replied.

Wandering through the hallway and into Jayne's front room, it seemed the effort I'd put in being on time was wasted. Her sitting room was perfectly set out for our soirée. Jayne's lounge has two large and comfortable sofas that face each other, with a large cream rug between them; stylish, sophisticated. In the kitchen, I spied nibbles and drinks.

"Wow, Jayne, looks perfect."

"Have you got your games prepared?"

"Oh, yes. All prepared," I replied, pointing to the bag I had brought with me and placed next to the sofa.

"Are you going to let on what you have planned?" Jayne enquired.

"Absolutely not. Patience, babe, all in good time."

With nothing left to do but wait for our guests, I offered to get us some drinks. Jayne requested a Gin and Tonic, which I agreed was a perfectly acceptable choice for a warm summer evening.

When I returned, Jayne had put an old Jazz album on her ancient hi-fi.

"Why do you still play vinyl records?" I asked, a little perplexed.

"Sounds so much smoother," she said, putting me in my place.

Thankfully, before we could get into a discussion about how streaming was ruining music, the doorbell rang.

"We have guests," I said excitedly.

Bounding to the front door, I greeted Charlotte and Soline, who had arrived together.

"Hello, hello, come in."

Soline greeted me with a kiss on both cheeks.

"What a lovely house," she exclaimed.

Charlotte kissed me on the lips.

"Hey sweetie, you good?"

"I am, thank you. How are you doing? Dare I ask how things are with Rob?"

"Rob is a cunt. And I don't want to talk about him. I want to get a bit pissed, have fun and not think about that total twat."

"That's the plan," I confirmed.

Escorting Soline and Charlotte to the lounge, I saw them both checking out Jayne's house and were clearly impressed.

"Jayne's house is rather wonderful, non?" Soline commented.

"I'm glad you like it," Jayne said.

"Excuse-moi."

"You must be Soline? It's lovely to meet you."

"Moi aussi," Soline responded, planting a kiss on the side of Jayne's face.

"And Charlotte, I've heard so much about you from Harmony. Wonderful to meet you at long last."

Was I imagining it? Did I detect a flirtatious glance between the two of them? Interesting.

We all sat down. Jayne and Charlotte together on one sofa—Soline and I facing them, on the other.

After a slight pause, Jayne stood up and asked us if we'd like a Gin and Tonic.

"Oh, I should do that," I said somewhat apologetically.

"Sit down, Harmony, I'll do it."

Returning to the sitting room, Jayne handed each of us our drinks.

"If everyone is feeling suitably relaxed and comfortable, shall we get started, ladies?"

Nods of approval and mumbles of "okay" suggested that all were ready.

"I trust you all read your invitations, and you are suitably attired for this evening. You were asked to undress to impress, so time, ladies, for the big reveal. Remember, points mean prizes."

"Why don't we start with you, Charlotte?" I suggested.

Charlotte is fair-skinned, with light brown hair and small but rather lovely breasts.

Wearing a cute but conservative green floral-print A-line dress, Charlotte undid the buttons at the front a little self-consciously. Taking her arms through the sleeves, she let her frock float to the floor, revealing a rather lovely body-hugging black lace teddy. She turned round so we could see the back. Thin straps elegantly framed her cute arse.

"What do you think?" she enquired of the group.

"Very nice," Jayne replied.

"You look so cute," Soline chipped in.

Clearly a little wary, she sat down and looked at me as if to beckon me to move on to the next member of our gathering.

"Who's next?" I posed.

"Why don't I go next?" Jayne offered, standing quickly so as not to give me a chance to choose someone else.

Swiftly discarding her jeans and black vest top, Jayne had on matching pink panties and bra, neatly edged with lace. Tasteful, cute. A little staid for my taste.

"Lovely Jayne, you're so elegant," Charlotte said.

"I suppose I am to go next," giggled Soline.

"I may not have understood your instructions properly, Harmony. I'm sorry."

Confidently lifting her navy blue camisole dress over her head, I quickly understood what Soline meant.

"It's because I'm French; we don't often wear much underwear. You know this, oui? I hope this is okay?"

Soline was standing in front of us, self-assured and completely naked, aside from a surprisingly pleasing amount of closely shaven pubic hair.

"You said you wanted us to undress to impress?" She giggled.

Twirling round several times, we were all captivated by the beauty of her lean, taut body, pert behind and small but perfect tits.

Soline had somewhat stolen my thunder, and I was a little displeased with how confident and self-assured she was.

"Your turn now, Harmony, non?"

I was wearing a little black crop top, which I swiftly removed, exposing my bare breasts, which, though not massive, were more voluptuous than Soline's. Unbuttoning my denim shorts, I paused for the big reveal: the tiniest of tiny thongs that barely covered my clean-shaven mound.

"Mon Dieu, you have no hair on your pussy. That's so sexy," exclaimed Soline.

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I sat my backside down on the sofa.

"Well done, ladies, aren't we quite the sexy foursome?"

"What's next, Harmony? I'm feeling a bit frisky," Charlotte chipped in.

"Round 2, I'm going to ask each of you in turn to confess something naughty you have done, a sexual indiscretion, or an unfulfilled desire. Everyone understands?"

"Yes, Harmony!"

"You have to answer honestly, no fibbing, girls."

"Yes!"

"Who would like to go first? Charlotte, are you ready?"

"I am," she replied, putting on a serious voice.

"What would you like to confess?"

"Oh, I don't know. Okay. Here goes. I've been having a fling with a mystery man. He's rather suave. And has a rather large penis."

Everyone chuckled at Charlotte's use of the word penis, except Soline, who looked perplexed.

"What is a penis? I do not know this word." Soline enquired.

"Cock, he has a big cock, Soline," Jayne interjected.

"Ah, I see, my English is sometimes not so good."

I was irked; not only was Charlotte fucking me, but she also had another man on the go. The horny bitch.

"It's only been once, but he's a really good fuck. Our secret, ladies?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Yes, what goes on here is highly confidential. My wife can get a little possessive at times. Especially if I am a bit naughty,” Soline added.

"In that case, Soline, it had better be your turn next."

"Okay, ask away, Harmony."

"Why don't you tell us about an unfulfilled desire?"

"I love my wife, she is a beautiful lover. But I do miss—how do you say—having a penis."

Everyone laughed.

"You miss cock, I totally understand, sweetie. I do love pussy, but need cock," Charlotte said empathising.

"Sounds like you're having rather too much cock yourself at the moment, Charlotte," I quipped.

"You're one to talk!"

Charlotte bites back, I thought to myself. And to be fair, she had a point. Monogamy has never been my strong point.

"Jayne, your go. Tell us about an indiscretion."

"This was a little naughty of me, and definitely an indiscretion. When my lodger James moved in."

"Ah, the delightful, sexy James, of course, Jayne. What did you do?" I interjected.

Jayne glowered at me.

"When James moved in, I wanted to check him out in a little more detail."

"Totally reasonable," Charlotte responded.

"So, one morning when I knew he was in the shower, I walked in on him, claiming to be in a rush and that I needed to brush my teeth. I promised that I would keep my eyes closed if he didn't mind."

"Jayne, you're a bad girl, and did he mind?" I enquired.

"He was extremely accommodating, said he didn't mind at all."

"And did you keep your eyes closed?" Soline enquired.

"I absolutely did not; he's very lithe. It was a feast to behold."

"Jayne, come back to us," Charlotte said, laughing.

"Sorry, lost myself for a moment."

"Your turn now, Harmony, oui?" Soline said, changing track.

"No, no; I'm the hostess, remember."

"Mes amies, what shall we ask Harmony? Perhaps a confession?"

"Yes, Harmony. Time for you to confess, don't you agree, ladies?" Jayne said with a half-wink.

Nods of agreement. I had not considered that I would be a participant in the game, but felt that I had no choice. What should I confess? So many to choose from, I chuckled inwardly. My own hook-up with James, perhaps, no, that might irk Jayne.

"Okay," I said, relenting to peer pressure.

"There is someone here that I have a little bit of a crush on. That's all I am willing to confess."

"Oh, Harmony, you are such a tease. I think you lost this game," Charlotte replied.

I needed to move on, my game, my rules.

"Okay, quick fire round. First to answer gets the points."

"Who would like to tell us something unexpected that makes them orgasm really hard?"

"Can I answer, Harmony, please? I think I am not winning, and I need the points," Soline offered.

"Yes, but it needs to be quite rude to get the points; if we're not impressed, points may have to be deducted," I said in my most serious voice.

"Well, it is very pleasant, how do you say, when I have someone going down on me?"

"When you're having your pussy licked," Jayne interjected.

"Oui, pussy licking. When my pussy is being licked, I like it if my lover puts their finger inside me."

"That's a little disappointing. I think we all like that?" I responded.

"Non, not in my pussy. A finger up my anus, that is not dirty? I thought that was quite naughty, but I like it very much; it makes my orgasm much better."

"Oh, you are a dirty girl, Soline," I said, looking at her intently.

"I don't really get anal," Charlotte chipped in.

"Rob used to pester me about doing it, but it didn't really work. It didn't feel very nice."

"Babe, I think that might say more about Rob; he's not particularly skilled with his cock is he?"

"True, one of the many reasons I'm pleased he decided to fuck off!"

It was true, of the modest number of times we'd had a threesome together, I'd been underwhelmed with Rob. On a good night, he could at best be described as providing an average contribution to our pleasure.

"Shall we move on to our next game. Now that we have got to know each other a little better, shall we get a little more intimate?"

"What are you proposing, Harmony?" Soline said, feigning shock.

"I have a pile of cards, each of which has an instruction that you have to obey. Charlotte, you're first. Pick a card."

I fanned the cards in front of Charlotte, inviting her to choose. Picking a card from the middle of the deck, she glanced at it and showed the rest of us—finish undressing the person sitting next to you.

Charlotte and Jayne hesitated for a moment. Jayne took the lead and stood up; Charlotte followed.

"Good that I didn't get that card," Soline quipped.

Charlotte put her arms around Jayne, unclipped her bra and slowly revealed Jayne’s substantial breasts. Unfazed and seemingly feeling confident, she pushed her thumbs between Jayne's knicker band and hip and pushed them down around Jayne's ankles; her face almost brushing against Jayne's clean-shaven mound as she bent down. Completely nude, Jayne raised her arms high above her head and twirled so we could all admire her slender, taut body.

"You have wonderful breasts. Mine are so petite," Soline demonstrated, cupping her own tits with both hands.

Charlotte looked a little captivated.

"Am I next?" Jayne asked enthusiastically.

Holding the cards in front of her, she picked the bottom card and looked at it.

"Charlotte, I have to kiss you. Would that be okay?"

Still standing, Jayne confidently put her arms around Charlotte and kissed her on the lips. Charlotte responded enthusiastically, her arms around Jayne, pulling her tightly against her. The glance between them I'd noticed earlier in the evening clearly had been correct. Soline and I watched as the intensity of the kiss built, their hands now exploring each other's bodies.

I felt a wetness in my pussy and wondered if it was having a similar effect on Soline.

"Girls, enough already," I interrupted.

Parting, Jayne and Charlotte sat down close to each other on the sofa. Charlotte's hand is resting on top of Jayne's thigh.

"Soline, you're next."

"Oui, I am a little nervous. Be gentle with me."

Gingerly slipping a card from the middle of the fan. She looked at it and showed it to us.

"Non, I cannot do this, I am a married woman," Soline said, smiling.

I'd gone too far, the most risqué card in the pack, and Soline picked it. When I was writing them out, I quickly ran out of vanilla ideas and put this card in the game mostly to thrill myself, knowing it was in there.

"You are so funny, non; of course I want to lick your pussy. It is, after all, why you invited me to the party," Soline said with a dirty grin.

"You're a tease; you had me worried for a moment."

"You do not need to worry, I'm quite a naughty little girl, our secret?"

"Oui," I replied, with a terrible French accent.

"Now, I think you had better sit back and open your legs for me, don't you?"

As instructed, I lounged into the sofa and parted my legs. I felt my already wet pussy lips open. Jayne and Charlotte looked on, heightening my anticipation. Soline knelt in front of me, positioning her head between my legs. I was desperate for her to pleasure me, and as her tongue touched my petals, I felt myself gush. Soline ran her tongue, expertly, from my taint to just below my clit; simultaneously glorious and frustrating.

"Lick my clit, please," I begged.

Locating my bud, Soline ran her tongue around it, teasing me.

"More," I cried.

When, finally, she pushed herself onto my throbbing clit a wave of intense pleasure flooded through my body, and I felt as though I was going to orgasm immediately. Not yet, I told myself.

Opening my eyes, I could see Jayne and Charlotte had stopped watching us and had started, instead, to pleasure each other. Charlotte was now naked and lying on the sofa, one leg on the floor, Jayne's head buried in her cunt. I experienced a pang of jealousy that I quickly put out of my head—Charlotte was my lover, but as Jayne had quite rightly said, monogamy is overrated.

Soline applied a little more pressure on my clit, calling me back to my own pleasure.

"You're going to make me cum," I told Soline.

She flicked my clit more intently. I was close but needed to stop her.

"Not yet, babe. I have one more game for us to play."

Soline lifted her head from my cunt and looked at me.

"I hope it is a good game, Harmony. I am very, how do you say, horny now."

"Oh, you will enjoy. I promise, it’s right up your street. Jayne, you need to stop eating Charlotte out. We have one more game to play."

"Seriously, Harmony, you do know how to ruin a girl's fun," Jayne replied, lifting her head from between Charlotte's legs, her face glistening with pussy juice.

"This had better be worth it," Charlotte snapped at me.

"Now that we are all feeling suitably aroused, shall we get really dirty? Our final game of the evening—butt plug roulette."

The girls looked at me, eyes wide with trepidation.

From my bag, I pulled four cards numbered one to four.

"Let me explain how the game works: I will deal each of you a card which will determine if you get the small, medium, large or very large butt plug. I've got a tube of lube with me, if you need it. Your partner will insert the toy into your arse."

"I don't know if I want to," Charlotte piped up.

"Oh, you must, Charlotte; you will have a much better orgasm if you do, trust me," Soline replied.

"I'm really not sure."

"Trust me," Jayne said, kissing Charlotte reassuringly.

"Okay, okay. You've talked me into it."

"I will be gentle," Jayne reassured.

The cards dealt, everyone looked at the number they had been allocated. I must confess that I had rigged the game. I passed Charlotte a bag with what I knew contained the small plug. Opening the bag, she placed the glass bulb in her palm and inspected it.

"Oh, this is quite cute," Charlotte replied, clearly relieved.

I handed bags to Jayne and Soline, who inspected their respective toys. Finally, I opened mine; I'd kept the largest butt plug for myself. It seemed only fair to take the big one for the team.

"What a shame, you've got the massive one, Harmony; that doesn't seem fair. Would you like to swap?" Soline said.

Jayne teased me, "Is that not against the rules?"

"Seriously?" I said, impressed.

"I told you. I'm rather fond of 'having it up the arse'. I think, Harmony, you may have misjudged me as a good girl. But appearances can be most wrong. I'm a very dirty girl."

Soline was right; I had rather misjudged her. I liked her; she was going to be lots of fun.

"And so I think you should let me have that," Soline said, taking the butt plug from my hand.

"Charlotte, you first. We are going to go in size order," I instructed.

Dutifully, Charlotte rolled over and presented her arse to Jayne. Soline and I watched on, enthralled. Squeezing a few drops of lube onto the tip of the butt plug, Jayne ensured that the toy was evenly coated in the clear liquid.

"Are you ready?" Jayne asked.

"Aha," Charlotte replied.

Charlotte's ring looked tight. As Jayne pushed the tip against it, we saw it clench and resist. Pushing again, Charlotte moaned with apparent pleasure as her arse ate the plug and only the crystal-encrusted end was visible.

"Ooo, that feels quite nice," Charlotte said.

"That was fucking hot, babe, good girl," I praised.

It was my turn next; I presented my arse to Soline, who, confidently, positioned the toy against my hole. I delighted in the expectation of being stretched as the plug entered me. Soline surprised me by pushing the bulb only partway in and then, as I resisted, letting it come out again.

"Push it into me, babe," I asked.

"Patience, chérie. All in good time," Soline replied.

She pushed the plug into me again. Pausing where it was at its widest, stretching me open. I'd played with anal toys before; this was different. I heard myself whimper as equal amounts of intense pain and pleasure flowed through me. Soline knew what she was doing and was clearly enjoying herself. With one final push, the butt plug entered me. I felt myself tighten around the glass bulb, holding it inside me.

"Fuck, Soline, that brought tears to my eyes. You've done this before?"

"Maybe," she replied nonchalantly.

Jayne was next. Charlotte easily inserted the large plug. I bet you've had James's cock in your arse a few times recently, so I reckon you're used to it, I thought to myself.

Looking around the room, I could see that the toys were working their magic, intensifying our already heightened sexual desire.

"It is my turn now, non?" Soline said eagerly.

"Put some fingers inside me first, please. Open me up before you put it in. It is rather a big one."

As requested, I pushed one and then two well-lubricated fingers into Soline's arse and gently fucked her. It felt wonderfully dirty having my fingers deep in her anal passage, and she was clearly enjoying herself. I considered putting another finger inside her, but decided her sphincter was already nice and relaxed and she was ready.

"Harmony, that feels very nice. You know how to fuck arse. Good girl. Now put it in me."

The butt plug looked enormous in my hand; I had never used it. I'd bought it on impulse but had never been bold enough to try using it. I oiled it well. Soline's arse was still pulsing from the finger fuck I had given her. Be confident, I told myself. I pushed firmly, and the toy was swallowed inside her. She panted loudly, then rolled over and kissed me.

"Oh my, that's amazing. Merci," Soline said, breathing heavily.

"I'm quite impressed, babe."

"I could go a bit bigger, I think," Soline teased.

"But now I think I need to finish eating pussy," she went on.

Forcefully, Soline pushed my legs apart and enthusiastically pushed her tongue into me. Glancing across the room, I could see that Jayne and Charlotte had started to intently finger each other, obviously enjoying the filthy little show we had just put on.

Closing my eyes, I let myself become completely consumed in the oral pleasure that Soline was dispensing. Fuck, she was good. My cunt was pulsing with pleasure, the butt plug tight in my arse. Muffled sounds of Jayne and Charlotte orgasming vaguely entered my consciousness before I lost myself in my own intense climax.

"You came," Soline asked, looking at me, smiling.

"Fuck yes," I replied.

"Hello, ladies. What have you been up to?"

Standing behind us, leaning against the wall, was James. What the actual fuck. The dirty cunt had been watching us.

"James, what are you doing here?" Charlotte screeched.

"It's where I live, of course," James replied.

"How do you know James, Charlotte?" I enquired, suspecting I already knew the answer.

"I don't," Charlotte blurted out, rather unconvincingly.

Jayne gave James a dirty look. Evidently, she had the same suspicions as I did.

“James, you cunt, have you fucked her?”

The irony that less than 60 seconds earlier she had her fingers inside Charlotte’s pussy, seemingly lost on her.

“James?” She implored.

Clearly, James had been Charlotte's one-night fuck. The cunt. I wasn't going to let her off the hook.

"So you fucked Jaynes' lodger?"

"Okay, I did. But it was only once," Charlotte said, trying to downplay her dalliance.

The dirty, horny atmosphere that had engulfed Jayne's sitting room a few minutes ago had evaporated; we all sat somewhat awkwardly, nude and with butt plugs in our arses.

"Who is this sexy man?" Soline piped in.

"This, babe, is James. Jayne's housemate. And he is a bad, bad boy."

"James, you should have told me you were back," Jayne said, voice raised, clearly seriously pissed at him.

"Er, I did message you to let you know I was coming home early; Jonathan was called away. A little bit rude of him, if you ask me. You didn't reply."

"How long had you been standing there?" said Jayne.

"Don't be cross, Jayne; I rather like that we were being watched", Charlotte interjected, clearly trying, and failing, to lighten the mood. Jayne glowered at her.

"We have been playing some games, James. Come and sit with us; I think Harmony is about to tell us who won?" Soline said.

James, wearing his trademark black jeans and white t-shirt, sat tight between Soline and me.

"So who won?" James asked.

James is a total cunt. But one that has a remarkable ability to smooth over troubled waters. We all knew—Jayne, Charlotte and I—that whilst we might all want James to ourselves, that was never going to happen, and if we wanted him at all, we'd have to be prepared to share. Like it or lump it. It seemed Jayne didn’t like it and wasn’t going to lump it either.

"I think the winner is Soline," I replied.

Soline clapped enthusiastically, evidently pleased with herself.

"C'est bon. Merci. What is my prize?" she said, smiling at me.

Honestly, I hadn't thought about a prize, so I had to improvise quickly.

"What would you like as a prize?" I asked Soline.

"Well, it seems to me that you all have had a delightful time and really good orgasms, but because of Monsieur James here, my desire is unfulfilled. And as I have told you, I am a little desperate for some cock. Given that you have all had pleasure from him, I feel that I too should get a go."

Jayne looked seriously unimpressed, as did Charlotte. I, on the other hand, thought Soline had made rather a good argument.

"If James is happy to oblige?" I said.

"I'd be delighted," James responded enthusiastically.

"C'est très bien."

The dark atmosphere of jealous resentment that had threatened to depart returned with a vengeance. James and Soline were, however, seemingly oblivious.

"Would you like to come upstairs with me, Mademoiselle?"

James stood up, took Soline's hand, and they both departed for James's bedroom.

The room was deathly quiet, aside from the jazz emanating from Jayne's hi-fi. From upstairs, we could clearly hear muffled conversation, giggles of delight and moans of pleasure. Time slowed. Jayne glowered at me, then at Charlotte.

"Harmony, turn the fucking music off, would you?" Jayne demanded.

"Well, Soline turned out to be quite the 'winner takes all', didn't she?" Jayne said pointedly.