How I ended up in this rather unusual situation is not easy to explain. Perhaps it’s best if I start at the beginning which was a warm July evening two years ago

By eleven, well after the sun had gone down, we were all pretty drunk. It had been a long day at the theme park and now our combined group of six k**s were asleep (supposedly), after a barbecue, in a large tent at the bottom of our garden. In our lounge was me (Jessie), my husband Steve, and our good friends Adrian & Izzy and Simon & Connie. As is her way, Izzy was pretty staid and reserved whilst Simon held court telling jokes. We’d been friends for many years as our husbands all worked for the same investment bank. None of the others except for Steve knew that I was bisexual. As usual, Adrian was fast asleep in an armchair. Izzy has long given up on apologising for him as his intolerance to alcohol was well known to us all. He’d had at least six beers during the barbecue, some wine and this evening had downed three or four rums. He was out for the count. In all honesty, I couldn’t see what she saw in him.

Connie was very petite but with quite big boobs and was bright and bubbly. Izzy was the opposite – tall, slim and the daughter of a Portsmouth vicar. She never swore, disliked dirty jokes and never talked about sex. Nevertheless, she was pretty, even sexy in her own way and I had sometimes masturbated thinking of her. She was the main reason I kept my sexuality secret. Connie would have been okay with it but Izzy would have been horrified. It would certainly be the end of our friendship. Myself, I’m 5’2″ tall, slim with long ginger hair and freckles.

Somehow, the conversation got around to things our parents didn’t know. I said that I used to sit outside their bedroom door and listen to mine having sex, which made everyone except Izzy laugh.

“Hey,” said Connie suddenly, “Why don’t we play truth or dare?

The rest of us were up for it but Izzy shook her head saying, “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, those things always end up silly and embarrassing.”

“How about if we all promise to be gentle with you?” I said. Steve made fresh drinks for everyone as they each agreed, even Izzy eventually. He winked at me as he added extra rum to Izzy’s Malibu and pineapple juice.

Connie made us all sit on the carpet in a circle and spun an empty wine bottle. “I’ll ask the first challenge,” she said excitedly, “After that, the victim spins the bottle and becomes the challenger.”

We watched as the bottle stopped at Steve. Connie said, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Steve responded.

“How much did your new putter cost,” asked Connie, grinning.

“Shit,” said Steve before saying quietly, “One hundred and thirty pounds.”