Sharing the Game Night

One - Paisley

I breathed a sigh of relief. Other women were here. I wasn’t the only one. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been the only woman at a board game night, but I never felt as comfortable as the sole woman in a sea of men.

One man? Maybe even two or three? That was fine. But if there were nearly twenty, being the only woman could be daunting.

Not that I’d ever encountered anyone who was any trouble.

Board game nerds tended to be too shy to cause any problems or launch into inappropriate flirting.

It was true that many had the social skills of a leprotic hermit who’d long lost both his need and appetite for socializing, but they were mostly harmless.

I wasn’t in a position to judge, I suppose.

I’d long since retreated away from the hustle and bustle of modern life, emerging from my house only to forage groceries like some timid field vole.

My husband had been the social one, and with him gone, I could go days without speaking or seeing another human.

It had been six months to the day since he’d packed his bags and left at my request. I’d enjoyed the silence at first. Just me and my cat, Captain Snowball. He’d always hated the name, but if I could give an animal a military rank along with a name, I would.

With the captain curled up on my lap, I’d spent many a happy night catching up on all the shows he wouldn’t watch with me, and reading all the books that he couldn’t resist passing judgment on. It was bliss.

To my surprise, after four months I felt lonely. At month five I was researching ways to find friends, and by month six I was craving connection of any kind. I was dying to be back amongst other humans.

After much soul-searching and agonizing, I settled on joining some groups. The first in my crosshairs? Board game nights.

Board game people were my people. It had been years since I regularly attended one, but the more I looked into my local one, the more I convinced myself to check it out.

It was held at the community center. Somewhere I’d never been but always wanted to visit. It was an old converted barn from the turn of the century, and the architecture alone would be enough to get me out of the house.

I’d arrived early, as I was early for everything. Put it down to anxiety, or the fear of letting others down, but I was never late.

After beating the time the GPS told me it would take by a good ten minutes, I’d then spent an hour in my car convincing myself to get out, to enter the building. To make a move. To not be such a coward.

That nagging voice inside me that forced me out of my comfort zone, to take risks and enjoy life to the fullest, finally forced my hand to open my car door, and then it told my legs to start walking.

The smiling faces that greeted me when I’d finally opened the doors told me that the voice was right.

This wouldn’t be nearly as scary as I’d built it up to be in my head.

No one knew me here. No one knew that the last words I shared with another human were with a cashier.

It was only a croaked ‘no thanks,’ but that still counted.

At least, I hoped it did. If not, I couldn’t remember the last time I spoke to anyone.

I barely had time to take in the grandeur of the stone walls, the dark wooden slats adorning the ceiling, or the rustic charm of the large, ornate fireplace when the organizer introduced themselves with the gusto that suited someone in such a role.

I was so distracted I didn’t catch their name, the bright red glasses balancing on the tip of her nose suggesting a job in teaching or some type of administration.

Without waiting for my nervous reply, they gestured to a group just setting up a game of Wingspan.

Perfect. I’d played before, and wouldn’t have to endure a possibly awkward rules teach, or worse, make a rules gaffe.

“I think this game would be perfect.”

“Thanks. I’ve played it before.” I flashed a smile filled with more confidence than I had.

“I thought you might have.” With a teasing smile, they nodded toward my summer dress. It was blue, and covered in all types of birds in a chaotic, colorful print pattern.

I blushed a little at how easily she read me and sat down to play. I had to admit, things were going better than I thought.

I took my place on the oak bench facing an equally grand table next to another woman who introduced herself as Mindy. Across from us sat a man who, I had to admit, caught my eye the moment I walked in.

With a shaven head, lustrous beard, and studious dark glasses, he looked like a mixture of Viking and nerd—my exact perfect flavor of man.

The knots in his broad shoulder muscles twitched when he offered me his hand. I took it, smiled weakly, and desperately tried to ignore the flash of something awakening between my legs the second our skin touched.

“Aaron.” He smiled with the perfect blend of awkwardness and confidence. It was clear he was as nervous about meeting new people as I was, but just as eager to play a game.

“Paisley.” I pressed my lips together and tried not to think of all the things I would rather his hands be doing than shuffling cards.

I had to remind myself that I didn’t want to be hit on, and I lived by the motto ‘treat others as you would like to be treated,’ but it was still hard not to let my wandering eye stray.

It had also been far too long since I was with another man in any kind of physical way. Under one, on top of one, bent over in front of one. Aaron was reminding me of what I’d been missing with one touch of his hand and a brooding look from his ice-blue eyes.

I hadn’t enjoyed anything physical since the divorce, and even then for some time before it happened.

We’d broken up partly because our libidos didn’t align. He was never in the mood, no matter how much I tried. Sexy lingerie, putting on a show with my favorite toy, whispering kinky fantasies in his ear, watching porn together. Nothing worked.

The betrayal was that while ignoring me, he had no problem constantly browsing porn by himself or ogling Instagram models.

He even had an OnlyFans subscription for a few girls.

That was hard not to take personally. I was his wife, I was horny as hell, and right there waiting in our bed, just begging for him to fuck me senseless like he did when we first started dating.

It wasn’t the only factor, but it was one of many. A rich tapestry of marital problems that, when woven together, looked more like one of my early crochet attempts than the beautiful masterpiece I wanted it to be. The one I thought we were both working toward.

“I like your dress. It really sets the theme!” Mindy enthused, pushing a rogue strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Thanks. Just good luck, I guess.”

“Let’s see if your luck holds out with the cards.” Aaron flashed a winning smile. It was the kind that had me planning what toy I’d break out the second I got home.

I’d invested in several after the divorce—big ones, realistic ones, and not-so-realistic ones shaped like tentacles.

I’d bought a powerful vibrating one that plugged into the mains that was too much for me to take, and then another tiny, innocuous-looking one shaped like a penguin.

In a surprise twist, that was the one that did such a fantastic job sucking my clit it made me explode in mere minutes, leading me to suspect its innocent appearance was a deliberate ruse on the manufacturer’s part.

I clenched my thighs together hard and let out a nervous giggle that hopefully covered the flush rising in my chest.

Aaron turned his attention back to setting up the game, but not before he stole another glance at my cleavage. I hadn’t put too much on show, but with the size of my girls, even the smallest V-neck was enough to turn heads.

His gaze met mine. He knew I’d caught him. It was his turn to blush as another surge of lust shot through me.

It was nice to be desired. To feel wanted.

To have a man’s gaze rake hungrily over my body and to like what it saw.

I didn’t know how much I’d missed that until this moment, until that thing inside me that wanted to be adored, desired, worshipped, and more, turned on like a light, sending every shadow of doubt I had about my body skittering away.

Not flirting with Aaron just became that much more difficult.

I’m sure Mindy wouldn’t have a problem with it; she was wearing a wedding ring and at that age where you want to see everyone paired off, but I was still wary.

Just see how the night turns out, I told myself over and over again.

Don’t rush into anything, another voice came.

It was being outvoted by the surge of electricity crackling between my thighs, but it demanded to be heard.

I promised the darker urges in me I’d tend to them as soon as we got home, when another problem walked in—all six feet of it.

“Sorry, I’m late. Any games still not started?” The newcomer smiled at the organizer.

“Hi, Kevin. I think this table is still shuffling cards and dealing, if you want to hop in?”

“Perfect.” His dark eyes met mine. There was something behind them. Something that spoke of danger, of inhibitions toppling like dominoes. Of rolling in the hay and not caring how messy things got.

This connection between us hit me harder than I thought.

Did he feel it, too? The curl of his kissable lips said that there was something.

Hopefully not just my imagination. It had been so long since anyone looked at me like that, and now two guys in as many minutes?

Either I’d hit the jackpot here, or I was just so horny and lonely I was imagining things.

“Hi, I’m Kevin.” His voice rumbled as he took his place opposite me, next to Aaron. His eyes didn’t leave mine for one second.

“Paisley.” I blushed and looked away.

He ruffled his mess of blonde hair and scratched at his unruly stubble with an ease that made me want to see his rumpled clothes on my bedroom floor.

“Paisley. That’s pretty. And all dressed up and ready.” He smirked and nodded toward my dress. He wasn’t nearly as subtle as Aaron when it came to checking me out.

“Thanks. Birds are kind of my thing. Birds and board games.”

My words were small, but I was feeling anything but. Instead of shrinking at his gaze, I leaned into it, resting my arms on the table and making sure both Aaron and Kevin got a good show.

The result was better than I thought. Aaron spluttered mid-drink.

Kevin nearly fell off the bench, moving to pretend he didn’t just see what he saw.

So, he wasn’t as confident as I thought.

Like all men, he got flustered when confronted with a confident woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.

I filed that information away for later.

Aaron dealt the cards, and we settled in. Mindy checked hers, oblivious to this thing happening between the three of us. I pretended to look at my hand while struggling to tear my attention away from either of them.

Kevin exchanged a look with Aaron. Did they have a previous connection, or was it a simple acknowledgment that they’d both seen what they’d seen—a view right down my top that I’d invited? It had been so long since I’d flirted with anyone that I struggled to decide.

Maybe the look was something else. Maybe they were lovers, and my attempts at flirting were missing the mark. There was a closeness between them, something intangible but crackling away like the fire behind them. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling they both wanted me.

Would it be greedy of me to want them both?

At the same time? It was a crazy idea, but I was making up for lost time here, and my pussy loved the idea of sharing two guys who were also into each other.

She didn’t have the most rational ideas, but she’d never steered me wrong when it came to having a good time.

“Your turn, Paisley.” Mindy prompted with an elbow.

Dreams of sharing a bed with the Viking and the Surfer—as I had already affectionately labeled them for later fantasies—lingered as I checked out my cards and tried my hardest to ignore the buzz between my legs that was aching for something more than a board game.