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"Poke Her" Night

By: needastrongman



Randy packed up his briefcase and headed home. His manager and a bunch of bigwigs from head office had been riding his ass all day and he was anxious to get out of there.

He knew Cindy was at home waiting for him and tonight was his poker night. Or maybe it should be called his "poke her" night. Cindy loved to dress in sexy clothes and strut her stuff for his friends and he knew they ALL wanted to "poke her".

As he headed for his car he heard Paul call out to him, " See you at seven Randy. Cindy going to serve the snacks?"

Randy laughed, "Of course Paul, see you then."

When Randy walked in his house a few minutes later he saw that everything was set up for his poker game and he could smell the food in the oven. "Cindy" he yelled. "Where are you hon.?"

His long legged beauty came out from the bedroom and Randy's jaw dropped to his chest. Cindy had outdone herself in a red bustier that tied up the front creating enough cleavage a man could get lost in it and a mini skirt in the same colour. Randy whistled. "You look beautiful babe!"

Cindy laughed and gave a little twirl, her skirt flying up to reveal her shaved pussy. She moved into Randy's arms and kissed him hard on the lips. Randy slid his hands up under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass.

"Mmm...my baby's hot tonight. Looking forward to seeing the guys are you?"

Cindy blushed and ducked her head. "Well...I do enjoy their visits."

Randy slid his finger along her slit and felt the moisture there. "Yes I can see that", he replied.

It wasn't long before the doorbell began to ring and Randy's poker buddies settled in. A plan was forming in Randy's mind. It had been for a while now. He knew Cindy wanted to take her exhibitionism a step further, but she was frightened. So he figured he'd help her along.

Cindy had been teasing the guys all evening so when she bent low over Paul as she refilled his drink, her breasts practically spilling out onto his beer, Randy figured the time was right. "You know Paul, when I told Cindy you guys were coming over tonight her pussy got really wet. I'll bet it still is. Why don't you give it a rub and find out?"

Cindy's mouth dropped open as she stared at Randy. Her heart beat faster in her chest but she didn't move...waiting to see what the guys would think.

Paul grinned. He'd been waiting for this chance and having been given the go ahead he slid his fingers along Cindy's slit feeling her juices flowing over his hand. "Mmm...Cindy, you're soaked baby", Paul said, looking at the lust in her baby blue eyes.

Hank and Joe sat on the other side of the table; tents forming in their pants as they watched this turn of events.

Randy laughed, knowing Cindy was enjoying every minute of this. "Hank, why don't you untie Cindy's top so we can all see those big, beautiful tits of hers?"

"Sure thing!" Hank jumped up and came over to Cindy, untying her top until it fell open beneath his hands. He then lowered his head and began to suck and pull on her nipples.

Joe stood up and looked at Randy. His six foot six frame towered over the other men and Randy couldn't wait to see that black cock pumping into his baby. "Can I taste that sweet cunt, Randy?" he asked.

"You bet," Randy said, "and I'm sure Cindy would like to suck everyone's cock too, wouldn't you baby?"

Cindy groaned. By now she was lost in a lust-crazed haze. "Yes, please...let me suck them..fuck me with those big, beautiful cocks..."

The card game lay forgotten on the table as everyone stripped off their clothes and Cindy was lowered to the floor. Joe lay between her legs slurping at the juices her pussy was producing. His tongue swirling around her clit and burying itself into her cunt until she thought she'd go crazy.

Paul had slid his full nine inches into her mouth and was gagging her with it as he thrust forward again and again trying to reach the back of her throat. That left Hank to worship at her enormous tits. Pulling her nipples out a good inch or more and sucking them until they were ultra sensitive.

Randy stood over Cindy, stroking his own cock and urging on his buddies. "That's it guys. Fuck my little slut. She's loving it, aren't you baby? Someone pound that pussy...make her beg."

One after another they began to fuck Cindy in every hole. Taking her ass, her mouth and her pussy again and again until Randy said, "Ok boys, make her airtight."

Hank pushed hard into her cunt and pushed her ass back onto Paul who spread her cheeks and plunged into her tight little hole. Joe had her mouth stretched wide as he filled her with his big black cock. Randy came in an explosion of cum all over Cindy's face and chest as he watched his friends fuck her like a cheap whore.

Cindy came again and again. All sense of awareness was gone and all she could concentrate on was the feeling of all those cocks. Once she even passed out but the guys continued to fuck her, pulling out and spraying her with their hot cum as they released their load. Afterwards they left her on the floor covered in their sticky white jism as they pulled on their clothes and got ready to leave.

"Thank Cindy for us Randy. We had a great time. Tell her she can have whatever money's in the kitty" Joe grinned, "and that we'll be back next week."

Poke Her Night



It's poker night, and it's getting late. Two of the six guys who regularly play have cashed in and left. The remaining four have been pretty lucky and have won most of mine and the 2 guys who left early money. You have finished up picking up after us and have come in to let me know you are going to bed. you have your robe on and when you lean in to kiss me good-night the robe opens slightly and your full left breast is exposed to the rest of the table. You quickly correct the problem and excuse yourself with a hurried "goodnight". 

No one says anything, but we all know that everyone got a good shot of your breast. Finally 2 hands later John brought the subject up. He said he noticed that you weren't wearing anything under your robe and wondered if you slept "in the buff"? I said yes most of the time. He then added that he envied me for having that vision to go to sleep with every night. I laughed and said you were a handful in bed sometimes. John laughed and in unison all 4 guys stated that if I ever needed any help to call, and they would help out. 

We all laughed and continued playing. Another hand was finished and Steve excused himself to go to the head. He seemed gone for a long time so I went to see if he was OK or needed T.P. or something. As I entered the hallway that led to the bathrooms and bedrooms, I found Steve peeking in our bedroom door and oblivious to me he was stroking his bared, semi-erect cock. He didn't realize that I was there until I was standing next to him and as I looked to see what he was watching, there you were. Spread out on our bed, naked. head thrown back, eyes shut with your hands clutching the small vibrator to your clit. 

You were right on the edge of your cum and neither Steve or I were prepared to interrupt you. By this time, the other fellas had wondered what was keeping us and had peeked down the hallway to find us both watching you. Fortunately, you had the TV on and turned up to hide the sound of the vibrator so you were unable to hear the scuffling at the door by the guys trying to jockey for position to watch. I quickly assessed the situation and felt that if ever there was a time to fulfill a fantasy, this was it. 

I pulled the reluctant voyeurs away from the door and in a huddle I quickly explained that one of our role playing fantasies involved a bunch of guys making love to you. I told them that I would go in alone and tell them that everyone had gone for the night and that I was horny and was in the mood for some games. I'd blindfold her and tie her hands and feet and that would be the sign for them to quietly join us. The key word being "quietly". The vote was unanimous and the game was on. 

I entered the room just noisily enough to interrupt you before you could cum. Your groan and slumping back into the bed gave away your frustration of having been so close and then to have been distracted. I laughed and said I would help you out. I quickly stripped, telling you as I did that everyone had gone and that I was in the mood for have a fair damsel in distress. you laughed and said "Oh yeah?' I retrieved the ropes we sometimes used and assumed the role of your captor. 

I blindfolded you and quickly tied your hands together, and attached the other end of the rope to a hook I had positioned over the head of the bed. I then retrieved a long piece of rope and tied one end to each foot. I then strung the rope through 2 hooks in the ceiling(one on each side of the bed.) This effectively pulled your legs apart and raised your feet up and back towards the head of the bed. You were all mine now. I could smell your excitement as I knelt between your legs. 

I picked up your vibrator and switched it on. I ran it up and down your pussy lips and then rested it against your swollen clit. I then began to tell you all the evil depraved things I was going to do to you, including having my friends help ravish you. This scene was one that we had played many times before, but only in our imaginations. This time, as I lowered my mouth to your sex, I sensed rather than saw John, Steve, Mark, Rich and Chris fill the room. I bounced around acting like I was trying to get comfortable as I ate your pussy, giving the guys the opportunity to get on the bed without you knowing. I did my usual trick of pulling and pinching your nipples until they were hard and swollen while I sucked on your clit. 

This time, however, as I let go of each nipple my fingers were replaced by someone else's. Soon, each breast was being handled by one of the guys. Rich signaled that he wanted a taste so I paused and moved out of the way to let him in. He buried his face in your pussy and I could tell by watching your face that he was as good at eating pussy as I was. We soon reached the point where it was "now or never". 

There were 5 hard cocks in the room and up to that point, you were only aware of 1. I figured "now" was better than never and I leaned up and whispered in your ear that there were 5 of us in the room and that we were going to make you very happy. At first you thought I was kidding, but then realized that how could I be talking to you if I was still eating your pussy. You groaned and pulled on the ropes in a feeble protest, but the pleasure Rich was providing you overpowered your objections. 

As you resigned yourself to your fate, Steve moved up from your breast and began kissing your mouth and neck, until Chris moved up and boldly fed you his long cock. I untied your hands and Mark and I positioned ourselves and guided our cocks into your hands, where you began to stroke them. Rich continued eating you until you had cum once, then raised up, grabbed onto the ropes attached to your feet and plunged his hard cock into your sopping pussy. He fucked you hard and fast, just the way you like it, yanking on the ropes that held your feet each time he thrust into you. 

This caused your feet to pull up higher and your pelvis to rise up to meet each thrust. You couldn't keep Chris' cock in your mouth as you were too excited, so he continued to jack off at your face as Rich pounded into you. You feel his cock swelling inside of you and as his cum bursts from the end of his cock, your pussy grabs onto it and you cum too.

This sends Chris over and his cum shoots out onto your face and as you feel his hot cum splatter on your face, you try to catch it in your open mouth. Steve, who had returned to your breasts, let go of your swollen nipples long enough to slide up and rub his rigid cock all over your face, sopping up Chris' cum and then shoving his cum coated cock into your mouth. 

Rich rolled away in a sweating, heaving mass, and Mark and I moved in. We each pulled on the ropes attached to your feet until I was able to slide partially under you. I positioned myself so that my stiff cock stuck up between your legs, appearing like you had a cock of your own. Mark pulled on both ropes again until your ass raised up far enough that I could position my cock at the entrance to your asshole. You were so sloppy wet from the activity so far that when Mark lowered your feet and ass, my cock slid right up your poop chute. 

Your groan turned into a growl as Mark then added his cock into your pussy. So there you were, my cock in your ass, Mark's in your pussy and Steve's in your mouth. As excited as everyone was it didn't take long for us to cum. Steve began to cum first and as he pulled out of your mouth, and squirted his juices on your face, it sent Mark over and as he plunged into your pussy and his cock pulsated with its ejaculation, I erupted into your asshole. Hot cum in every hole sent you into oblivion with pussy and ass clenching, you came in a puddle of our combined juices. 

As you slumped into satisfaction, Cocks slipped out of your body and everyone tried to regain their normal breathing. Quietly each of the "poker players" gathered their clothes and made their way out the bedroom door and to their cars for the ride home. When all had gone, I removed the blindfold, kissed your cumstreaked face and began to untie you...

As you became free, you curled into a ball, pulled the covers up over you and with a contented smile on your face drifted off to sleep, but not before mumbling something about when we would be playing poker again.



Poke Her Night



My first attempt at an erotic story, I hope you like it. 

It takes place in the 60's, before STD's could be fatal. 




I couldn't believe my husband would even suggest such a thing. Ryan and I had been married a little over 10 years. We met in college and were married just after graduation. Ryan had always had a poker night. Back then, it was literally penny ante, with a quarter limit on bets. In those days, the worst that would happen would be for the big looser to give up twenty dollars. He still plays poker every other Friday night. Over the years, some of the group members have dropped out and others have taken their place. And, apparently, I found out, the stakes went up as the guys got more prosperous. The other thing to change was that while the guys played poker, the wives came along and took over the TV room to watch chick flicks that the guys would never put up with. Of course the hostess would supply corn nuts and beer nuts and beer for the guys and more civilized snacks for the women. 

On the night in question, we were hosting. I wasn't sure it was a good thing for Ryan to even be playing poker considering that his business was in a slump. He had a contracting business and we were frankly having a little trouble paying subcontractors; we used all our personal liquid assets to do so. But he insisted that poker night was his only stress relieving activity and it wouldn't be fair to the group to drop out on our host night. He was right, he worked all day and most evenings he spent writing proposals and working up bids for jobs. He often worked weekends to get jobs done on schedule. Well, when he finished his current job, we'd be solvent again even to the point of taking back the loan we made the business. 

Over the past few years, the group had settled into the same six guys and all of us wives had gotten to be close friends. The one thing that marred the whole situation was that Gary's wife Lynn had been killed in a car accident six months earlier. We all tried to be there for Gary, but in the end, he seemed to be in a permanent funk. Who could blame him? We all missed Lynn and Gary at the poker nights and finally, I called him and persuaded him as a special favor to me to come that fateful night. 

Now it wasn't unusual that if a player had had a particularly bad night that the big winner would lend him some money to stay in the game. Well, this night, it was darling hubby who needed a loan and Gary, the big winner, who supplied the loan. I had no idea just how big these loans could be until the witching hour and the loan came due. It was the custom that the debtor would write a check for any amount that couldn't be paid in cash to the lender at midnight when the game was scheduled to end. I'd seen the checkbook come out at many a poker night over the years. 

Everyone else had left when Ryan and Gary came into the kitchen where I was cleaning up. Ryan seemed nervous. "Ah, Betty, we, ah, we've got a small problem." 

"A 'small problem'? What kind of 'small problem'?" 

"Ah, a money problem." 

"Well, we've had that for a while. So what's new?" 

"Well, you see, I, ah, I had a particular bad run of cards tonight." 

"How bad a run of cards." 

"Well, I lost my stake and like usual, the winner advanced me some money to stay in the game... so I could have a chance to get even again." 

"OK, I'm following you so far. So how does that create a problem?" 

"Well, I, ah, lost all the loan money." 

"OK, so we need to make up the loss. How much is it?" I had no idea of just how much it might be. I guess I was thinking that he might want me to cough up my mad money... all fifty dollars of it. 

"Well, that's the problem."

"How much?" 

"$ 500.00." 

"HOW MUCH?" 

He looked at the floor. "$ 500.00, the problem is we don't have that much money we can lay our hands on and the rule is the debt has to be settled the same night."

"So what do we do?"

"Well, I could sign over the tittle to my pick up."

"How would you go to work then? I mean that truck is your work truck. No truck, no work. You won't even be able to finish the job you're in the middle of." 

"Exactly, that's why we need another solution. We're desperate."

"Well desperate times call for desperate measures." I looked at Gary. "What can we do to settle the debt to your satisfaction." I was tying to be cool, which wasn't easy. I couldn't believe that Ryan would even borrow that kind of money knowing that if he lost it, he'd have no way of paying the debt. These people were our friends, it wouldn't do to Welsh on the debt. 

"I'd rather let Ryan tell you about that." 

"Ryan?"

"Well, ah... well, he, ah... ah... he ah..." Ryan stuttered, "He would be willing cancel the debt if he spent the night with you," Ryan continued in a rush. He knew just how much trouble he was in. His face showed the fear that it should have when suggesting I prostitute myself to settle his debt. 

I turned on Gary. "Gary Haskle! How could you come up with such a thing? I thought you were a decent man." 

Now it was Gary's turn to get flustered. "Ah, I didn't it... it just... it just sort of came up." 

"What do you mean, 'It just sort of came up'? Just how did it 'just sort of' come up." There was fire in my eyes and ice in my voice as I looked back and forth between Gary and Ryan. 

"Well," Gary said, "Ryan was explaining your financial condition to me and how the only thing you had that wasn't mortgaged to the hilt was his pick up and how he wouldn't be able to finish the job with out the truck. Then he kind of, I think, joked, 'The only thing of value I could offer would be roll in the hay with Betty.' I joked back, 'I can get a quickie for fifty bucks. $ 500 would get the girl all night.' Then he turned a little white and said, 'I'll see what I can do,' and here we are." 

I was steamed. My husband, my own husband was here to see if I'd be a whore for him. A whore! "Ryan Becker, do you really think so little of me to offer my body all night to another man for money?"

"You're right, I'm an ass. I'll go get the title to the truck."

I was so ticked I couldn't even think straight. I wanted to hurt him and the only way I could think of was to do it. That SOB would pay. It would kill him to have me in bed all night as the sex slave of some one else. He didn't think of that, but he will. As he reached door I called out, "Ryan, wait. I'll do it. I'll do it right here, tonight. The only condition is no one, I mean NO ONE, can ever know. Come on Gary, our bedroom is this way. Ryan, you can sleep in the spare room." 

Grabbing Gary's hand, I led the way. Going into the master bath and told him to get in bed and turn out the light. I closed the door and began to have second thoughts. Actually, I expected Ryan to come in and tell Gary to beat it, that he'd have the money in the morning. I mean, $ 500 isn't that much; he could raise it in twenty-four hours, couldn't he? Gary would go for that. He'd been a good friend for years. After ruminating on that for a while I realized there was no light coming in under the door and Ryan hadn't shown up. 'Show time,' I thought. I began to strip, when I was naked, I turned off the light. After waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light, I nearly ran to the bed, slipping in under the covers as quickly as I could. 

I was determined not to enjoy this. I was going to lay there like a cold fish so he'd get as little for his money as possible. I'd make him wish he'd called that five hundred dollar a night call girl. She'd a least show him a good time in hopes of repeat business. I on the other hand didn't want repeat business and I'd make sure he didn't either. 

He scooted over to me and reached out to lightly touch my face stroking my jaw line. 

"Just do it, OK?"

"Au, contraire, my sweet. I have all night. No need to rush things. I intend to enjoy myself all night, but more importantly, I intend for you to enjoy me all night." 

With that, he pulled me to him. I cooperated only in as much as I rolled over on my side and allowed him to put his arms around me. He began to nuzzle my neck and lightly, ever so lightly trace up and down my spine with the fingers of his right hand, while his left gently clutched the hair at the nape of my neck. But, save for the fact we were nude, pressed up against each other, he didn't touch me anywhere he wouldn't or couldn't have touched me were we dancing on a public dance floor. 

He made little kisses, exploring my shoulder and neck. Meanwhile, his fingers expanded their exploration of my back, pausing to rub little circles on various places. Some how it was relaxing and my mood began to soften. I waited in anticipation of him rolling me over and having his way with me or at least copping a feel in some kind of attempt to arouse me, or perhaps a passionate kiss with the same aim. 

No doubt he was aroused, I could feel him pressed against my thigh, but it wasn't demanding, it just was, much like the ever present erection many a women has felt when dancing with a virile young hunk in a bar. The only difference here was there was no clothing between us. A fact that was not lost on me nor on him I'm sure. Thinking about that, a little shiver went though my body. I'm not sure if it was apprehension or excitement at that point. 

Just then his finger found a spot on my back that did bring a little excitement. An erogenous zone that it took Ryan six years to discover and even now, he had trouble remembering just where it was and this man found it in a matter of minutes. He began to tease it, moving away a little and returning to stimulate it all over again. How he knew what that spot did, I'll never know. I had to tell Ryan that was the place to turn me on. Meanwhile, his lips found a similar spot near my collar bone. Without meaning to my hands went to the back of his neck. I thought again about why we were here, naked, pressed against each other. Suddenly that erection that before had been just there seemed to be hot, on fire and pulsing. But I think it was just my perception of it, because he made no movement of his hip, only his hand on my back and lips on my neck. 

Then ever so slowly, he moved his lips to my jaw line and kissed it near the temple as his hot breath filled my ear and kneaded my hair with his left hand. His right hand never moved far from that spot. At last, he moved his face to look me in the eye. There was a soft smile on his face. He kissed me softly, so softly I couldn't be sure he even touched my lips with his. He left me wishing he'd been just a bit more forceful. He then moved to the other side of my neck and found another spot to tease that melted me little by little. 

With no intention on my part, my body molded itself to his, seeking his touch. Still he never made a forward move, only changing the frequency of his touch, keeping it fresh with every passing minute. After what seemed an eternity, when my breathing was labored though an open mouth and my one hand guided his lips to spots I liked stimulated and my other hand exploring his back he finally changed tactics. His hand went to my hip and rolled me back just a little and his lips began to move south covering my chest above my breasts with little gossamer kisses and his free hand began to explore my belly, still not touching any untoward place. His hand came up as if to cup my breast, but stopped short, only to return to my navel and then to my hip on the outside of my thigh and begin its journey all over again. By the time it had made its third trip, I found myself disappointed that he stopped short of my breast. Each time he came up I moved a little, willing his hand to continue. 

As I was distracted by his hand tracing little circles on my hip, his lips wandered ever closer to my cleavage. When I noticed it, I took a deep breath, willing him to descend to my nipples which I realized were erect and throbbing. This man was getting to me. I just wanted him to get on with it. To touch me, to use me, to let me feel him take me. He raised his face to mine, touched my nose with his ever so gently. 

Unthinking, uncaring, my hand went to the back of his head and pulled his lips to mine. God help me I kissed him, I kissed him with a passion I seldom knew. At last he rewarded me by gently cupping my breast and rubbing a thumb across my turgid nipple sending a tingling shiver though my abdomen causing my hips to flinch ever so slightly. His lips soon joined his thumb in teasing my nipple. My hands again were at the back of his head pulling him to my breast as his tongue laved my aureole. An electric shock shot through me when he first brushed his hand across my vulva. My hips bucked without volition. 

He began then to stimulate me in earnest. He played my like a finely tuned Stradivarius as a virtuoso alone on the stage. Raising me to higher heights peaking, climbing as the tempo of the melody increased to that of the Ritual Fire Dance. As I burned with a fire that couldn't be quenched he work at fevered pitch until I exploded, crying out in a voice I didn't recognize. My body contorted and bucked and shook violently. 

Having completed the solo, he was ready to step up the action. As I lay there in post orgasmic bliss, he stepped up to the podium tapped his baton in preparation to conduct the full symphony orchestra. He teased me with it rubbing it lightly, as lightly as his fingers had started out. Each time it crossed my clit, I humped up in an attempt capture it. I wanted it, no I needed it. I didn't care who was on the other end; it was the answer to my all needs, all my desires. Lust rose up in my loins that demanded release. When finally I did capture it, he only gave me an inch or two, then quickly pulled it back to tease my clit once more. Over and over he did it to me until I took the initiative and flung my legs around him as he gave my that inch. Using that leverage I pulled him into me. I clamped on tight allowing only a few inches movement on his part before yanking him back into me with a vengeance. Soon we found a rhythm and I allowed him more freedom of movement. 

His strokes became long and decisive as he pounded into me and I bucked back in kind. I found my voice, "Oh God yes, yes, yes... OH GOD YES!" He began to grunt as he renewed his efforts and I grunted along with him. "Oh Gary, God yes! Just like that, do it! Ahgh!" Sometimes he would grind into me, pressing his pelvic bone into mine with small sideways motions, driving me wild. Other times, he would draw slowly back only to slam aggressively down crushing our pubes together. 

I rushed forward toward climax like a raft caught in the current of raging stream. I bumped, spun, racing faster and faster until without warning I shot over the edge of the waterfall, dropping, dropping only to crash into the wave of the pool. Whirling and whirling over and over, my body shaking, my voice screaming a primeval scream. 

As I began to return to my senses I became aware he was on a mission of his own. His face contorted. I knew where he was going and I wanted him to get there. I matched him thrust for thrust until he ground into me and bucked and grunted. At last he all but collapsed with his elbows holding him up. After several minutes, he raised his head and smiled. "God that was good," he said. 

"Yes," I breathed and hugged him. 

As we lay there catching our collective breath he began to stroke, ever so slowly, in and out of me. I began to shiver with excitement. I remember thinking, 'Gad! He's still hard and willing get me off again.' Matching his strokes I could feel the beginnings of my next climax start to rumble within me. He was in no hurry, but just smiled down as he titillated me. He knew what he was doing to me and he was enjoying it. This time the ride wasn't wild and exhilarating, it was building slowly. I could sense that to spite its slow start this one would achieve heights of its own that I would happily throw myself off, should he fail to push me over. It was like a pot of water put on a low flame that increased temperature slowly to bring the water to boil. I could feel it rising and reveled in the feel. With each slow stroke the tension tightened gloriously. Little by little it became more urgent until the pitch reached a point where noises began to emit from my lungs... little mewing noises. As my excitement raised, he remained calm, smiling down at me, a devilish glint in his eye. 

Eventually I realized that I was thrusting vigorously up to meet his down stroke and he was returning my stroke at the pace I was setting. Faster and faster I pushed back, faster and faster he returned, finally slamming deliberately into me with each downward thrust. Then without warning, I was over the edge thrusting, bumping, grinding, shuddering with passion. I realized I had been holding my breath and let it out with an audible gasp as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through my guts. 

When I came down, he was still there, smiling down at me. "Good, huh?" he asked.

"Awesome," I answered. 

He smiled and pulled out of me and lay on his side as he pulled me into a sensual kiss. "Thank you," he said, "I needed that. You're damned good lady." 

I was at a loss. What could I say? Finally I said, "I should be thanking you. I was expecting a horrible experience and you've turned it into a glorious one."

"If I haven't lost my touch, you'll be thinking that again before the night's out." 

He kissed me sensually again and pulled me tight. I glanced at the clock. We'd been at it an hour and a half. Ryan never took that long before he was cutting Z's, out for the night, sometimes leaving me frustrated and Gary was promising me another round. We lay quietly as I drifted off to sleep. 

Somewhere around 3:30 I woke up needing the bathroom. After the way Gary made me feel I figured he deserved a little eye candy in the morning. So on my way back, I stopped by my lingerie drawer and got out the nighty that Ryan gave me for our last anniversary. It was a pastel lilac color and quite see though. It came down just over my butt and in the front, it was open except where it tied under my boobs. Ryan loved it because of the easy access. It had matching panties, but I left them off I figured they'd just get in the way in the morning when he wanted seconds, at least, I hoped he'd want seconds.

Climbing back in bed, I looked at the man who'd taken me to nirvana and back sleeping peacefully on his back covered only with a sheet pulled up to his waist. I thought about that cock that had given me so much pleasure and how I hadn't even seen it. Between the glow of the night light from the bathroom, the streetlights filtered through the mini-blinds and blue glow of the alarm clock readout, there was just enough light to make out the detail on his talented hands. It struck me that if I lifted the sheet, I could see that magnificent cock. So that's what I did. 

It was uncircumcised. I'd never seen an uncircumcised one before. After our session together, I may have been prejudiced, but it was gorgeous. Even in its flaccid state, it was as big as Ryan's erection. I couldn't help myself. I reached out and touched it, not just touched it; I picked it up and felt its heft. Wanting a better look, I bent down near it. I could smell its muskiness. I don't know, maybe it was the pheromones or something, but there was a stirring in my groin. After a few moments breathing the scent, I kissed it and then took it in my mouth. I had to taste it. I stroked it down, to pull the foreskin back and swirled my tongue around the head, luxuriating in the velvety softness and man taste. 

It began to swell and I was alive with desire. I'm not sure where the rational part of my brain was, but somehow I was convinced that I could take that thing in my mouth, enjoy its taste and texture and have Gary sleep through it. Well, that theory was shot to hell when I heard him moan as he put his hand on the back of my head. 




Poke Her Night



'What the Hell,' I thought and started to blow him in earnest. 

"Oh God, that's good," he said. 

I continued to bob my head over that thing as it grew in my mouth. My lips were being stretched and I felt the distance between my hand and my mouth grow. He moaned again, clutching my hair. 

At last, he said, "Unless you want me to blow a load in your mouth, you'd better stop and let me fire you up a bit, so I can screw your brains out again." 

I stopped and smiled up at him. "I'll leave that choice up to you." 

He took my hand and pulled me up to lay beside him. "You respond so well to my touch, I think I'd like to screw you if you don't mind." 

"No need to ask my permission, as you said, you got all night and for $ 500 you can damn well do what you want." 

"What I want to do is you," he smiled as he pulled me into and embrace and kissed me with not a little passion. 

"I think I'd like that," I told him. 

Considering what I'd just done for him, I thought he'd jump right in and have his way with me, but not Gary. I mean Ryan would have, but then under the same circumstances Ryan wouldn't have warned me, but simply blown his load in my mouth. I'd have been lucky to get a kiss or even a mumbled, "Thanks," before he went back to sleep. 

Gary started in with his patented foreplay and soon had me soaring to heights I hadn't known possible before that night. Again, he got me off for a multiple before him and after he was though, smiled as he slowly brought me off again. 'God, how am I ever going to be able to go back to just Ryan after this?'

We slept again and it was daylight when I awoke. It took me a moment to understand the yearning in my loins and to remember what was going on. Gary was spooned up behind me with his hard on against my butt, tracing little circles on my belly with his fingers and planting ethereal kisses on the nape of my neck. I captured his hand, brought it to my lips, kissed it and placed it on my boob. It was then I realized my nipples were rock hard. Knowing I was awake, he redoubled his efforts to arouse me, not that it'd take much with the memory of the two times before racing through my mind. As he moved up to kiss my ear, I rolled back and grabbed his head, pulling his lips to mine. 

What ensued was an hour an a half of gentle body teasing bringing my desire to a boiling point until finally I begged, "For God's sake, Gary, fuck me, fuck me hard!" I couldn't believe I'd said that. I don't talk that way, but at the moment, I wasn't myself. I was Gary's slut, sex slave, his five hundred dollar a night whore and I behaved like it. 

Laying in post coital bliss, he kissed me lightly and rubbed noses with me. Looking up at him, I felt a different kind of stirring in my stomach. "Hungry?" I asked. 

"I could eat," he replied. 

Getting out of bed, I grabbed Ryan's robe and tossed it to him. "Let's go see what I can rustle up for breakfast." 

"Shouldn't we get dressed first?"

"Ryan knows you've been in here having your way with his wife. I don't know how the neighbors couldn't know what with all the screaming last night. Besides, I want to rub it in his face a little bit. Not to mention, your $ 500 night started a little late, don't you think it should end a little late as well?" I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat when I said that. 

He slipped on the robe and followed me to the kitchen. "Nice outfit," he commented.

"I've only worn it once before. It was an anniversary gift."

Eggs and hash browns were the order of the day. Ryan came in just as we were finishing eating. He did a remarkable imitation of a gold fish as he looked me up and down. 

"Good morning. Sleep well?" I asked. 

"No," he growled, walking to the counter for a cup of coffee. "What are you doing..." he started and I cut him off. 

"Just taking a nourishment break. Being a 500 dollar a night whore takes energy you know." 

"I started to ask, what are you doing dressed like that?" 

I pulled at my nightie, "Helps me get into character, makes me feel slutty enough to take care of business." 

He did his gold fish imitation again as Gary and I finished eating. He tried several times to say something, but all he could do was move his mouth and in the end just stare at me. We stood when finish and headed back to the bedroom. "Be a dear, Ryan, and clean up the kitchen, Gary's not through with me yet." 

I was giggling like a school girl by the time we reached the bedroom. Once there, I attacked Gary. Stripping the robe off him, I pushed him on the bed and pounced. 

During a pause in my aggressive foreplay Gary said, "You know, you were really cruel out there. I thought Ryan was going to blow a gasket." 

"If he's going to treat me like he was my pimp, then I'm going to act like I'm a whore. Besides, I like what I'm doing. He should know that." 

"Revenge is sweet," he said as he rolled me over and took over the aggressor role. 

It was about ten by the time I regained my senses. Gary was just laying there looking at me with a smile on his face. 

"I wanted to wait until you came back to Earth before leaving," he said. 

"Good I'm glad you did. You're leaving?" 

"Yes, I have to get my car in for service today. My appointment is for 12:30." 

"Well, then, there's one more thing I want to do before you go," I told him as I slipped down the bed to bring my face even with his crotch. I looked up with an impish smile and took hold of his manhood. Never looking away from his eyes, pulling the foreskin back, I licked the end. 

"You minx." 

"Isn't 'minx' a synonym for slut," I smiled, returning to the task at hand. 

"Could be," he allowed, throwing his head back. 

As I went about my business, his tool responded just like I knew it would it got larger and larger until the head nearly filled my mouth and I discovered the with both hands around it, there was still a bit to work on. I alternated stroking it with my right hand, in time with my bobbing head and taking a needed break to lick the underside all the way to his balls, which I licked and sucked in turn. Each time I put that thing in my mouth, I made eye contact with him, silently imploring him to fill my mouth with cum. I tried my best to look the wanton slut, because at that time that's what I was. Although I did have an ulterior motive for this blow job, I'd have done it without one as a thank you for all he'd done since first getting into my bed. 

Finally, with labored breath he said, "I hope you want a mouthful, because, if you don't stop right now, that what you're going to get." Always the gentleman... a warning though I doubted that he didn't already know that's what I wanted. 

In answer, I looked him in the eye, pulled my mouth back to just cover the head. I worked the underside, the most sensitive part with my tongue while my right hand stroked him furiously and the left fondled his balls. I was rewarded with a hand to the side of my head; a grown followed by repeated grunts as his hips bucked and cum shot into my mouth. I had reasons for not wanting to swallow it right away, but couldn't hold the load, what with the bucking and thrashing he did, and some of it escaped down my chin. When he stopped, I removed my mouth, smiled at him as I swished it around my mouth, coating the roof of my mouth, my tongue and teeth with the love juice, ending with gulp as I swallowed it. I stroked him up and leaned in to wipe the end on my breasts then took it back in my mouth deeply and milked out the last of his cum into my mouth. 

"OK," I said, flopping on my back. "You can get dressed now." 

He shook his head as he stood to pull on his shorts. Smiling he pulled on his pants and asked, "You don't suppose your husband would be fool enough to borrow another $ 500 from me next game?" 

"We could hope," I smiled. He was trying to be funny, but God help me I really did hope I could come up with a way to make that happen. Not that I really thought I could. 

I didn't dress, but instead followed him to the door in my nightie and as Ryan watched, I hugged him tightly and said, "Any time Ryan needs a loan to stay in the game, feel free to make it. I'll personally stand good for the debt." 

He shot a quick glance at Ryan, then looking me in the eye and said, "I could only wish." He nodded at Ryan and gave me a quick peck on the lips and left. 

I smiled a devilish smile as I walked over to where Ryan was sitting and sat on his lap. "I've decided to forgive you," I told him and kissed him full on the lips, smearing the cum I'd left on my chin all over his and sticking my tongue in his mouth. 

"When did you decide to do that?" he asked sullenly. He worked his tongue as if there was something on it he didn't like. I was sure there was at least a taste of something he didn't like. Although I thought the taste in my mouth was great. 

"Oh, somewhere between 1:30 and 2:00."

"I think I heard you make the decision." His voice was curt. 

"Perhaps you did. Did you also hear me confirm that decision about 4:00?"

"Yes," he spat, wiping his chin, "and again before breakfast and after. From the look of things, you must have thought the decision was worth toasting." The anger was rising in his voice. 

"What? You were happy for me to let him screw me, but you're angry because he made me enjoy it and I decided to thank him for that? You don't a think a five hundred dollar call girl would have done the same?" 

He fumed, about ready to explode. "Look mister. Last night you pimped me out and all I did was do a good job. The john should always think he's the greatest lay a girl ever had. That's how she gets repeat business." 

"Well, he's not going to be a repeat customer," Ryan seethed. 

"He'll be sorry to hear that. He said and I quote, 'You're damned good lady,' and he meant it." 

"What about him," Ryan wanted to know.

"He was 'damned good' too." 

I stormed off to the bathroom and took a shower. 

You'd have thought it was mid-January if Ryan's mood was any indicator. I went through the motions of being a loving wife the rest of the day and when we got in bed, he snapped. He did what I thought Gary would have done. He just came over in a demanding way and had his way with me. When he was through, he gave me a smug look as if to say, "There, you're my woman." He rolled over and went right to sleep. I guess he just reclaimed his territory and was happy, because Sunday you'd have never known anything had happened. Just like my servicing him would make me forget the rapture of Gary's technique. 

Well, I did try to forget, but I didn't really. I mean, it was a night of ecstasy and passion. How was I supposed to forget it? 

* * *

Two weeks later we were a Bill and Barb's for poker night. Things went as usual. Everyone was there, including Gary. Ryan had finished the job he was working on and we were flush again. Seeing Gary made me wet, but fortunately I was wearing black shorts and no dampness showed through. 

During the break, we were all in the kitchen loading up on snacks when Barb asked Bill how things were going. 

"Great," Bill boasted. "I'm up quite a bit." 

"Are you going to be the big winner tonight?"

"You bet." 

"Good," Barb said, "I so want to sleep with the big winner tonight." 

"I promise babe," Bill said, "you'll sleep with the big winner tonight." 

We all thought that it was kind of cute that Barb would be excited about sleeping with Bill. Nothing more was said until midnight rolled around and we were all getting ready to leave. As everyone was saying goodbye, Bill said, "Bad news Hun, if you want to sleep with the big winner, you'll have to sleep with Gary." 

Barb shot him a look. "What happened?" she wanted to know. 

"Well, it was like telling you that I was the big winner jinxed me. I couldn't draw a good card. I was up nearly a grand and lost it all and some of my original stake most of it to Gary. He's the big winner." 

"You promised me I would be sleeping with the big winner," Barb pouted. 

Glenda leaned in as if to whisper, but said loud enough for everyone to hear, "You might want to hold him to his promise." She nodded toward Gary. "Lynn once told me that he was bigger than most and really knows what to do with it." 

Gary had the decency to blush and retired to the bathroom. I was startled and opened my mouth. Ryan grabbed my arm and ushered me toward the door. "I've got an early day tomorrow. See you guys later."

When we were in the car, I asked, "Why the bum's rush? You haven't really started on the next job, so you have tomorrow off." 

"I wanted to get you out of there before you confirmed Glenda's statement."

"Well, she's right, you know, but I'm not fool enough to admit I have any personal experience." 

It was quite most of the way home. As we pulled into the garage, he hit the door button and looked at me with a question on his face. 

"What?" I asked.

"Is he?" 

"Is he what?" I queried. 

"Is he bigger than most?" 

"Gary? Well, yeah I guess. Not that I know just how big 'most' are." 

"The Internet claims six or seven inches is average." 

"Well, using that as a guide, then I'd say, yes, he is bigger than most." 

"I see... is he bigger than me?"

I thought for a minute. 'Do I tell him the truth?' Ryan is about eight inches and Gary is bigger than that. 'Or do I lie and say about the same.' A part of me was still ticked at Ryan for not dismissing the idea out of hand, so I told the truth. 

"A few inches and a bit bigger around too, I think."

"Oh," he said and went into the house. It wasn't like he was mad or anything, but more like disappointed. He didn't say another word that night as we got ready for bed and he just laid there when I kissed him goodnight. 

On Saturday I caught him looking at me a few times as if he were seeing me for the first time. I tried to act as if everything was great, but he... well he held back and eventually found reason to go somewhere. I wasn't really sure just where, but when he came back I could smell beer on his breath. He wasn't drunk or anything, but he'd had more than one beer. The next Saturday morning, I got a call saying all the girls were meeting for lunch at O'Connell's and inviting me with the promise of juicy gossip. Well, what woman could resist? So I told Ryan that he'd be on his own for lunch and, after changing into something I was willing to be seen in a restaurant in, headed out. 

I was last to arrive and found them sitting out on the terrace away from any other diners. Everyone started pumping Barb as to what she wanted to tell us. She made us wait until we got our meals before she began. 

"Oh God," she said. "This is so wicked I just have to tell you guys. I just hope you'll all understand." 

"Understand what?" Diane wanted to know. 

"Well, you know last Friday?"

"You didn't!" Glenda declared, jumping to conclusions. 

"You mean that you and Gary...." Jenny asked

"Well it was Glenda's idea," Barb said defensively. 

"What about Bill?" Diane wanted to know. "Did he just let you?"

"Well, he didn't just jump at the idea, but kinda." 

"Spill! Tell us exactly what happened," Glenda demanded.

"Well most of you know that Gary went to the bathroom while the rest of you left. I decided to have a little fun with Bill, so I teased him a little. 

"I said, 'How you gonna feel when I take Gary to bed tonight?' 

"His eyes got big and he said, 'You don't really think you're going to sleep with Gary tonight!' 

"I countered with a pout, 'But you promised I'd get to sleep with the big winner tonight and Gary's the big winner.' He just blinked at me. So I went in for the kill. 'Bill,' I said, 'you promised I could sleep with the big winner and Glenda was right. Lynn told me the same thing.' I got all dreamy eyed and said, 'I was so looking forward to finding out for myself.' I tell you, it was all I could do to keep a straight face watching him squirm. 

"'You wouldn't really would you?' he asked. 

"The real answer to that of course was, 'Hell yes I would, if I could get away with it.' I mean, all of you must have heard Lynn brag about how good he was at one time or another." 

Well, I hadn't, I'd never been open about my sex life. In fact I'd been openly embarrassed when any of the girls had said anything about theirs so Lynn had spared me the details of their bedroom, but I nodded along with the rest because I didn't need hearsay about how good he was. 

"So what'd you tell him," Jenny wanted to know. 

"I just said, 'If it won't freak you out, I really would like to hold you to your promise.' Just then, Gary walked back into the room behind me. Up to now it had all been in jest to push Bill's buttons, but Gary changed that. 

"He stepped up and wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. Looking Bill in the eye he said, 'I'm more than willing to help you fulfill your promise. God knows I could use a good roll in the hay. What do you say, Bill, here or at my place.' 

"Now here's the part you won't believe. Bill's eyes got big, but not as big as the bulge in his pants. Opening his mouth, he sucked in a breath and stammered, 'I don't want you to take her to your place.' 

"Gary shrugged and said, 'As I remember, your guestroom has twin beds, I hope you don't mind if we use your bed,' and he just walked me to our bedroom as if it was a done deal. 

"I've got to tell you I expected Bill to come running after us, but nothing. Gary asked, 'Have you got something sexy to wear?' I nodded and got out a shortie nightie and went into the bathroom to change, still sure that Bill would put the kibosh on the deal before I could change. So I took my time and didn't hear anything, so when I was standing in my nightie and could stall no more I opened the bathroom door and peeked out just in time to see Bill going out the door with a change of clothes and his pajamas in hand." 

"No," Jenny said. "Really?" 

"Really," Barb confirmed. 

"So you did it?" Glenda asked. 

"Hell yeah! Wouldn't you?"

"Got me there, girl friend," Glenda confirmed. 

"I can't believe it," Diane said as if in shock.

"Oh don't look so shocked," Glenda told her. "I know you've wondered if he was as good as Lynn claimed and even wistfully wished you could find out." Then turning back to Barb, "Well, dish Barb. Was he good... as good as Lynn said?"

Barb just rolled her eyes back and said, "Lynn was holding out on us. She didn't nearly do him justice. Let's just say I had more climaxes between 1:00am and 10:00 that night then I'd had in the previous month with Bill." 

I couldn't help but nod. Fortunately, everyone was looking at Barb and didn't notice my silent agreement. 

"Is he really big?" Glenda wanted to know. 

Barb just nodded and held her hands about ten inches apart. 

"Oh God!" Glenda exclaimed. 

Everyone started asking questions at once, everyone but me. I knew the answers, but wasn't going to supply them. 

I guess, after ten to fifteen years of marriage, we were all a little bored with our sex lives because we all agreed with what came next all to quickly. It was as if Barb had done it and that made it alright. 

When Barb had finally fielded all the questions Glenda said, "Gary's often the big winner, isn't he?" We all nodded. Gary was a good poker player. "I'm going to lobby for a rule change." 

"What rule change," we said almost in unison. 

"The hostess has (slash) gets to sleep with the big winner."

"Lot's of luck. I doubt that you'd get any of the husbands to agree with that. Especially if they know that Gary will long dick them," Diane offered. 

"Bill will," Barb claimed. "After Gary left, he was all over my and got me off twice by 1:00. He's usually not good for a second time in the same day unless it first thing in the morning and last thing at night."




Poke Her Night



"Hal's just kinky enough to go for it. He's not good at hiding his tracks and I know his computer habits; he's been to wife sharing and cuckold sites."

"Cuckold?" Diana queried. 

"A cuckold is a guy who happily lets his wife have sex with other men," Glenda explained. 

Jenny piped up. "Well Craig has fantasized other men forcing themselves on me. But of course, he was roll playing the part of the other man at the time. The whole idea kind of turns me on and he knows it. He's always saying that he's up for anything that makes me hot," she finished with a giggle. 

"I'm not sure too sure about Dan," Diane said. "He's pretty possessive."

"I've caught him looking lustfully at me more than once. Not only that he's eyed all of us at one time or another. All we have to do is point out that he's the big winner often enough that he'll have the chance to bed one us every other week," Barb opined.

"What about Ryan," Glenda wanted to know, "do you think he'll go along?" 

I was already thinking, 'All I have to do is point out it'd be his chance to even the score.' I knew he appreciated the looks of all of them. 

Cautiously, I offered, "I might be able to persuade him, if I use the right ammunition."

"OK, here's the plan," Glenda started. "What we'll do is go home and tell our husbands that Barb really did sleep with the big winner. I'm sure that they'll all get off on it. Then we hit them, kind of jokingly that we're envious of her, what with Gary's rep. Then tell them we think it might just be talk and get them to call or talk with Bill and tell them that they should ask him point blank about it." Turning to Barb, she asked, "You think he'll confirm it?" 

"He will after I tell him I want to do it again and tell him if we can get the guys to agree to this rule change I could." She got a grin on her face like she was thinking of something. 

"What?" the group asked. 

"After we could talk about it, he admitted that he was really turn on while Gary was in doing me. He woke up every time and jacked off while we were going at it. He's just itching for an excuse to turn me loose again."

"All right," Glenda said. "I know it's hokey, but let's make a pact," sticking her hand into the middle of the table. Barb picked up on it right away and put her hand on top of hers. We all finally got the idea and followed suit. "Repeat after me," she continued, "I solemnly swear..."

"I solemnly swear..." we all said in unison. 

"I'll try my best..."

"I'll try my best..." 

"to talk my husband into this by next Friday."

"to talk my husband into this by next Friday."

"One for all and all for one."

"One for all and all for one." 

We all went into a giggling fit after that. 

I went home and busied myself around the house until Ryan settled down for a cup of coffee. 

"Had an interesting lunch today," I offered. 

"Oh yeah? Did you get filled up with all the latest gossip?" he asked, like men do. You know, with a kind of snide superiority, as if men never gossip. 

"You could say so, but I wonder... is it gossip when you're telling stories about yourself?" 

"Who told stories about them self?" 

"Barb." 

"Oh, and what juicy little thing did Barb have to say about herself." Again it was that sort of tone that told me he was sure it would be no big deal and he only asked to indulge my need to pass the gossip on. 

"Well, you remember how at poker night she was giving Bill a bad time about 'sleeping with the big winner' and how he had promised." 

"Yeah." 

"Well, apparently, she teased him after we all left and Gary, who'd been in the bathroom while the others left took her serious, wrapped his arms around her from behind, looked a Bill and told him he'd be glad to help him keep his promise. Then he ask outright, his place or theirs." 

"Yeah well, I bet old Bill nearly lost it on that one." 

"Well, that's the interesting part. According to Barb, he got an obvious hard on and said he didn't want him taking her to his place. Gary then acted as if it was a done deal, told Bill that since they had twin beds in their guest room they'd be using the master bedroom and marched Barb right in there."

"What and Bill just stood there and said nothing?" 

"Pretty much. Barb said she couldn't believe it, and was sure that Bill would quickly come after them telling them there was no way, but they got all the way to the bedroom. Gary asked her if she had a sexy nightie to wear, so she picked out one and went to the bathroom to change. She figured it would give Bill a chance to intervene if she just took her time. When she couldn't stall any longer, she peeked out just in time to see Bill leaving the bedroom with a change of clothes in one hand and his pajamas in the other."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope."

"Gary wouldn't just jump in like that. I mean even if she was willing, he'd need an excuse, like when I owed him $ 500."

"Oh, I don't know. Gary was without for six months then gets some. Two weeks later, he sees a change at some more... you wouldn't go two weeks between. Besides, Barb has no reason to lie about it." 

"Oh God, she was pulling your leg. She was just telling you guys her fantasy." 

"I don't think so. Judging by what she had to say about the things Gary did in bed, I'd say she had a real experience with Gary in the sack."

"Of course, you'd know." There was a bit of disgust in his voice. 

I just smiled and said, "Of course." Then, not being able to resist the temptation to flaunt how much I enjoyed that night, I said, "She's of the same opinion as I am, ... Gary's good, very good." 

"I bet it was cold in their house in the morning."

"On the contrary. As soon as Gary left, Bill was all over her and she said more than once. He even admitted that it turned him on hearing them go at it."

"Bull shit!"

"Well, I believer her. Why don't you call Bill and ask him if it's true."

"Oh sure I can just hear that conversation. 'Hi Bill, rumor has it your wife fucked Gary last Friday and you liked it. Is that true?' Like he'd admit if it was." 

"Well, that's not all." 

"What? There's more?" 

"Glenda..."

"What? Don't tell me she fucked Gary too." 

"No, but... she'd like to." 

"Yeah, with everyone saying how good he is, I'll bet she would." 

"She's in favor of making it a regular thing that the hostess sleeps with the big winner. What's more it seems that everyone else would like to make that a rule as well."

"All you guys sitting there all prim and proper at lunch saying, 'I'd like to fuck around with my husband's poker buddies...' yeah, sure." 

"Well, nobody said it that crudely, but yeah, that's the gist of it." 

"You didn't go for it did you?" 

"What? I thought you'd want me to go for it. It'd give you a chance to even the score. Don't tell me you wouldn't like to ball any of your friends wives." 

"Well, the way you guys want to set it up, I'd have to let them ball you as well."

"So you admit you would, but I don't see me screwing the big winner on our host night being a problem. You arranged that already with no chance of reciprocation." 

He went into his gold fish imitation again. 

With that, I walked away and let the subject drop. I thought it best to just let that percolate for a while. Feed him too much and he might choke. He was having a hard time swallowing what I'd given him so far. 'I wonder if he'll call Bill,' I thought. 

* * *

Sunday at about noon the phone rang, I answered. 

"Hello?"

"Hi Betty, it's Hal. Is Ryan available to the phone." 

"Sure, I'll get him. He's out in the garage tinkering with his pick up." 

I lay the phone down and went out to the garage. "Ryan, Hal's on the phone for you," I called through the door. 

"OK, I'll take it in the kitchen." 

I went back into the living room instead or hanging up I told Hal, "He'll be right here," and pushed the mute button on the phone. I wanted to eaves drop. 

"Hello?"

"Hey Ryan, I just heard about something I'd like to get your opinion on." 

"OK, so shoot. What is it?

"Well, it's a bit complicated to go into over the phone. I wonder if you could come over about 2:00 this afternoon, so I could lay it all out for you and get your input. I think you'll find the idea interesting."

"2:00, sure, I don't think that Betty has anything planned. Just a minute." I could hear him cover the phone with his hand. "Hey Bets, you need me around here this afternoon?" 

"No," I called back. 

"Done deal, I'll see you at 2:00," Ryan told Hal.

Ryan hung up and I followed suit and sat in front of the TV like I was watching.

He walked in and said, "Hal wants me to come over. Some kind of deal he wants talk to me about."

"What time?" 

"He said 2:00." 

"OK, call if you're going to be late for dinner."

'Hum... I wonder, do you suppose Glenda talked him into it already?' 

* * *

Over dinner, curiosity got the better of me. "So what did Hal want to talk about?"

Ryan stopped eating and looked at me for the longest time. Finally he shook his head. "Apparently, Glenda was serious about sleeping with the big winner." 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, he had all the guys there. It seems Glenda went home and hit Hal with her new rule idea and he and Bill had already talked about it Saturday evening. Both of those perverts were all for it and working real hard selling us on the idea." 

I think he expected me to make some kind of remark, but I just sat there looking at him, waiting for him to continue. He took a bite of food, chewed and swallowed. 

"I figured that it was just the idea of them screwing the other wives, but Bill said it was more than that. It was how turned on he was when Barb was screwing Gary. Hal showed us some sites on the Internet. You wouldn't believe the number of guys out there who really share their wives or at least fantasize about it. By the time I read a few of those stories about it, I was a bit turned on, but I think it was just the porn aspect of it. They're written pretty graphic."

I waited for him to tell me more, but he clamed up went back to eating. Well, at least the idea was out there even if there was no decision. 

* * *

Poker night rolled around and we went to Hal and Glenda's. I was a little shocked to see Glenda in a short pleated skirt that only went halfway to her knees, a low cut tank top that stopped a couple of inches short of her skirt and her hottest CFM heels. 

As soon as I could, got her aside and asked, "What's up with the outfit? You look like a cross between five dollar hooker and bar slut." 

"Just want to keep the guys mindful of what they're playing for."

"The rule is on?"

"Yeah, didn't Ryan tell you?"

"No, he told me that Bill and Hal called a meeting and they talked about it and what a turn on it was, but he didn't say it was a go." 

"Well it is my dear and I'm going to sleep with the winner tonight and Hal has promised it won't be him." 

"Well, you certainly look like you're hot to trot," I smirked. 

"I am, I am. I hope Gary's the winner tonight, but I tell you after reading those stories from the sites that Hal visits on the Internet, I'm ready to bed any of theses guys and I have been for a few months. If the opportunity hadn't presented itself, I think Hal would have suggested we go out and find someone soon. When I told him about Barb and Gary, all he did was say, 'Damn, that's hot,' and when I told him that I was jealous of her, he told me that I didn't need to be, that he was sure that Gary would do me if I wanted."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, he even offered to call Gary and arrange it. When I told him about this idea, he thought it was an even better idea. That's when he called Bill and he came over that evening to compare notes, then there was that Sunday meeting of all the guys. It took a little bit of doing, but they all finally agreed."

When the guys sat down to play cards, Glenda brought in the beers and snacks. I watched her from the door to the family room. After serving them all, she turned and announced to one an all, "Don't forget guys, the hostess, that's me, is going to sleep with the winner. If Barb can do it, so can I." 

All the guys except Gary and Ryan all just grinned. Ryan looked disgusted and Gary looked surprised. Gary looked around the table. When he got to Hal, Hal just grinned and said, "New rule. I didn't think you'd mind, seeing as how you took care of Barb so well last time. Nice surprise, huh?" 

"Yeah, I guess," he replied looking Glenda up and down. 

Glenda winked at him and swished her tush past me grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I noticed that every eye in the kitchen followed her swinging tail. 

Once the movie had started, she glanced toward the kitchen. "You think that'll get them going?" she asked me. 

"If it doesn't we'd better take their pulse, they may be dead." 

The girls all laughed at that. About every fifteen minutes, Glenda found an excuse to go into the kitchen and make her presence known. She bent over both facing the group from different sides of the table as well as a way from the table to let them all get a good view. I had made sure to sit where I could see what she was doing. I know from what I'd seen earlier that when she bent over, her bra-less boobs were completely on display and I could see from my vantage point in the family room, from the back, her short skirt displayed her flimsy black satin panties. I'm here to tell you that they left nothing to the imagination. Every time Glenda went into the kitchen the game came to a complete stop. I could hear some of the comments as well. Who ever won that night was indeed going to screw her brains out they were all steamed up from her show. I wondered if even Gary would be in control for the first round or would he just throw her on the bed and have his way with her. 

Because of Glenda's frequent trips into the kitchen, there weren't as many hands played and I'm sure some of the guys had a hard time keeping their mind on the game, but Gary was the winner. Glenda wasted no time getting him to the bedroom. I think if she had her way, they'd be going at it before we all got out of the house. However, she told us later that Gary exercised his prerogative to drive her insane before doing her, just like he had with Barb and I. 

On the way home, Ryan went on and on about how Glenda had acted the slut all night long and how disgraceful it was. I let him rant for a while and then lit into him. 

"OK, I've had just about enough. You have some explaining to do. How come I didn't hear about the guys agreeing to the new rule until tonight. It seems that all the other girls knew you guys had agreed to it."

"What the hell difference does it make? You've already had your turn with Gary." 

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well Dan was the real hold out. He admitted like all of us that given the right circumstances, he wouldn't mind laying any of you gals, but he wasn't so sure about us doing Diane. So Bill hit him with how 'poor Gary' wasn't getting any and this was just something we, as his friends, could do to keep him from hooking up and catching social diseases. That led to another discussion about Gary and his sexual needs and without any real vote or even a consensus Hal declared that for the first round, we'd all make sure that Gary was the winner, that way all you gals could have your turn with the fabled lover of Henderson Heights. What's more Gary would get used to getting some from you girls and maybe that would keep him from hooking up and introducing STD's into the group."

"You mean Gary really didn't win? It was a set up?"

"It's hard to say, he had some good hands. I know that over all I couldn't have beat him out for winnings, but I don't know what was in the hands that the other guys folded. Could be he would have won on his own. All I do know for sure was that some of the guys did some awfully stupid bluffing and Gary seemed somehow to know that he should hang after the first couple of times when he folded and could have won the hand."

'Well, well, wait until the girls hear this. They'll all be glad.' 

* * *

So it went. Jenny was next to have the Gary experience, followed by Diane. They each put on a show after the kind pioneered by Glenda. Of course each Saturday we got together to hear the praises of Gary that master cocks man. Of course they all dreamed of their next time with Gary. But I reminded them that I had found out that the first round was a set up and that Gary's winning streak would end when he's bedded all of us. After that, it'd be every man for himself. 

"Well, that's true," Glenda said, "but there's always the chance Gary could win. And even if he doesn't we'll still get some strange." 

"Not to mention," Barb put in, "that if we all put on the sex pot show even those of us who aren't hosting are getting laid more enthusiastically then ever before. That in itself makes this a good deal." 

"I'm not so sure about the strange," I countered, "there's always the chance that your own husband could win."

"Not likely," Barb said, "Bill tells me that the guys all agreed that winning when you're hosting would anticlimactic. What's the big deal in winning a night with your own wife?"

Another thing Ryan didn't tell me. 'Oh well, suits me fine. Once every three months, I'm guaranteed a little strange and maybe it'll be Gary.'

* * *

The week before we hosted, Ryan was acting strange. He kind of went around mumbling to himself. And at times I'd catch him looking at me. Finally as I was dressing for the evening. Ryan looked at me and said, "Holy crap. You gals are all trying to out slut each other. Where the hell did that outfit come from?"

"This old thing? I bought it. And before you get all bent out of shape. I found it at the Goodwill. I paid all of $ 4.75 for it."

"Yeah, well it looks like something a cocktail waitress would wear in a sleazy strip joint."

"You think Gary will bother to take it off, or will he just do me with it on?" 

"You already had your turn with Gary. Maybe the other guys will try to make him win, but I'm going out of my way to see he doesn't."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"I don't know, but I sure don't want you to have an unfair second round with Gary." 

"You're jealous, aren't you. Just because Gary's bigger than you are and is talented enough to make me scream, you don't want him to be the one. Well, maybe you should come in and watch. You might learn something." 

"You been talking to Hal? He says next time it's Gary, he's going to do just that. He want's to see just what it is that Gary does, whatever it is that make you guys so vocal." 

"Hal really said that? Glenda's right. Hal is kinky." 

Once everyone arrived, I went into my slut act and served the guys their beer and set out the nuts and other snacks. What the other girls didn't tell me was how touchy the guys had become. I felt like I was a cocktail waitress in a sleazy strip joint. It was as if the table was populated by octopi. By the time we all took a break, I'd been groped so thoroughly I was sure that if I were check the mirror, I'd find hand prints all over my butt. After the break, I came to expect it and would simply stand between pair of the guys until I felt each of their hands on my butt. Bill, the pervert even managed to cop a feel of my boob. 

After the break, one of the girls pointed out that by rights it should be Gary's turn to host next time and he didn't have a hostess. Glenda said, "Look girls, lets all have lunch tomorrow and work out something." I could tell by the look on her face, she had some kind of kinky plan.

Spending so much time in the kitchen, I was able to estimate who was the big winner. It looked like Ryan was right. Gary didn't have a runaway shot at being the big winner both Ryan and Craig were giving him a run for his money. I really couldn't tell which of them would end up on top. Oh my that's a pun... on top... get it? On top... of me. OK, so it's not that funny. At the end of the game, Ryan wasn't in a particularly good mood, so I figured that he wasn't the big winner, so the next question became just who was. 




Poke-Her-Night



NOTE: This is another story written by request for a married couple. 

NOTE 2: This story includes bondage so if that is a turn-off stop reading now.

*

Craig was at home working on a budget proposal on his computer when it crashed. He cursed, but was happy that he had recently saved his work to his USB. As he wondered how he would finish this without going to work he saw his wife's laptop. He grabbed it and flipped it open. A website was already up called literotica and it was in a search engine under loving wives group sex. As he investigated further, he found his wives' computer had many stories all about wives being in gangbangs with a willing husband. Craig smiled. They had often talked about adding a guy or a girl or a couple guys to their sex games, but it had always been just that, talk. As Craig read the stories, many of them had the wife being forced to submit to the men, and he instantly knew what he was going to do.

That night, with his wife, Amanda, handcuffed to her bed, he fucked her hard and hinted subtly at his plan. As he thrust his cock in her wet pussy he whispered in her ear, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a second cock in your tight ass as I fucked you baby?"

She moaned, "Yes," as he hammered her harder.

"Would you have fun eating Lisa's pussy as you took two hard cocks in your pussy and ass."

She moaned, "Hmmmmmm," as he stopped, his cock completely inside her.

"Tell me baby, would you eat Lisa's pussy for me?"

She looked back at her husband and said, "Yes, I would do anything for you."

"Anything," he asked coyly.

"Yes, anything," she responded before pleading, "Now please fuck me."

Craig obliged fucking her fast as he contemplated his plan. Within minutes, he exploded with his cum filling his wife's eager pussy. 

They well asleep, Amanda unaware of her fantasy coming true tomorrow.

NEXT DAY So Craig set a plan in motion by sending his lovely wife a text message:

My little toy, Do the following when you get home: -take a nice bubble bath -Shave your pussy -Have your hair in pigtails -Put on the outfit that is laid out for you on the bed: front lace low cup corset, matching side tie thong, and matching garter and stockings

At 7PM, I expect you on your knees at the front door waiting for me. Craig

Amanda was driving home from work when her phone vibrated. She checked the message and smiled. She loved role playing and could tell that today was going to be the school girl fantasy, one of her favorites. Amanda, when in pigtails, looked 19 and innocent. This was, of course, ironic considering she was far from innocent and her fantasies were even further from such purity. She often fantasized about being gangbanged by her husband's buddies and being seduced and dominated by her good friend Lisa. Amanda sped home and obeyed her husband's commands completely. 

As she sat by the door, dressed as instructed, she pondered what her husband had in store for her. The last time such a plan was made she ended up taking his cum up her ass for the first time and loved it. As she was considering this, Craig opened the door, walked over to her, dropped his pants and shoved his cock in Amanda's mouth. Amanda instantly started pleasing her husband and was not surprised when he grabbed her pigtails and started to face fuck her. After only a few minutes of fast paced assault in her mouth, Craig sprayed his cum down her throat. 

Craig then instructed his hot wife to kneel in the middle of the living room where he put on her ankle and writs cuffs then attached her wrists and ankles to the I-shaped double spreader bar. Now on all fours and unable to move, he kissed her passionately and told her how beautiful she was. He then asked her, "Are you ready to make one of your fantasies come true?"

Amanda smiled teasingly, "Yes," completely unaware of what her handsome husband had planned.

Craig then put the blindfold on her and kissed her passionately one more time before strapping the ball gag on her. Once in place he reached under her and untied her corset to remove it and then her thong, leaving her there completely vulnerable in only her garter and stockings.

Amanda sat there waiting for some sort of assault to begin. After a few minutes she began to wonder what exactly he had planned. What fantasy was he preparing to make come true? What was taking so long? She was horny as hell already. The seconds, became minutes and she began to wonder. She could here him in the kitchen apparently getting something ready; was he microwaving popcorn? Why would he be microwaving popcorn? As she reflected what the heck was going on the doorbell rang. Panic quickly overwhelmed her; was this just a coincidence or was this part of the plan? Was he serious last night?

She heard Craig say "Come on in."

She then heard a man she did not recognize say "So where is this hot piece of ass?" He walked over to the bound woman and said, "Nice, very, very nice."

Craig said, "Want a beer?"

"Sure," the 6 foot 4 stud said.

There was another knock on the door. Craig answered it as he said with a laugh, "Hey Ryan, ready to tune your instrument."

"Indeed, bro, you sure about this?" the long haired guitarist and best friend asked.

"Deadly," he said as they entered the living room to see Amanda bound, blindfolded and gagged. 

Ryan said, "Hey Amanda, you look good."

Amanda was freaking out inside, yet her pussy was already wet; 'Is he setting up a gangbang?' she thought to herself. Immediately Amanda was excited and yet slightly scared. 

Suddenly the door opened again as Amanda heard the voice of her good friend Lisa. "Knock, knock, anyone home."

Craig called, "Come on in Lisa." 

Lisa entered the living room and smiled. She walked to Amanda and whispered in Amanda's ear, "I can't wait to have you taste my pussy Amanda. Are you ready to taste your first pussy?" She then slid a finger down her back and then headed to the kitchen. 

In the kitchen, Craig, Ryan, Wally (Craig's new boss) and Lisa were getting ready to play poker. 

Craig explained the rules: "The winner of each hand gets to draw from the prize bucket. Whatever they draw they get to do with my wife. As for the game, the small blind is five bucks, the large ten bucks."

The first hand was an interesting little piece of poker. Nobody folded early, as each person, hoped to get the first go at the bound woman. Wally ended up winning with kings over eights, just beating Ryan's jacks over tens. He pulled out a piece of paper and read: "ONE MINUTE OF FINGERING HER DELICIOUS PUSSY." 

Wally looked at Craig, waiting for any last minute change of heart, and then went to claim his prize. He rubbed Amanda's pussy before inserting his thick finger inside her, pumping her wet pussy. He said "Wow, her cunt is soaked already." He fingered her hard. Amanda's moans were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. She had no idea who was fingering her, but it felt amazing. Any fears of the situation quickly washed away as soon as the finger entered her pussy. 

Then suddenly she heard her husband say, "Time's up. Next hand."

The finger left her pussy and she thought, 'Time's up, what the hell. What is going on...are they playing poker?' She sat there bound, helpless, horny, waiting to be used and pleased.

In the kitchen, the second hand was dealt and won again by Wally, this time with two pair. He went to the bucket and pulled out "TWO MINUTES WITH THE TOYS." Wally went to the living room and saw an array of toys. He grabbed the small butt plug and inserted it in Amanda's pussy to lubricate it and then slipped it into the wife's tight pale white ass. He then grabbed a 6 inch vibrator and turned it on high and slid it in her pussy, sliding it in and out slowly. Amanda started to move her ass back on the toy, attempting to get the toy in deeper. Wally smiled and said, "Aren't you a horny little thing. Don't worry, you will get my thick, long cock soon." He then slapped her ass, leaving both toys in her as he returned to the card table. 

Amanda sat there alone again desperate to cum, but helpless to make it happen. The toy in her pussy gave her constant teasing sensations that had her willing to do anything to get off.

The third hand was entertaining as the drawn cards included a king, queen and ten of hearts. The potential for a big hand was huge. Wally folded, but the pot still was over 100 bucks. Ryan showed his two kings, followed by Craig showing his nine and eight of hearts, Lisa then flipped her cards and she had the ace and jack of hearts. She smiled and walked over to bucket marked Lisa. She pulled out the paper that read, "TWO MINUTES OF KISSING."

Lisa smiled and went to her friend. She whispered in her friend's ear in a sexy but stern tone, "Don't say a word." She then removed the ball and kissed her friend. The kiss started soft and sweet, but then got hot and passionate. Craig said "time's up", but the kiss was not immediately broken. Lisa eventually broke the kiss and said, "I will keep the gag off for now slave, but I don't want to hear a word from you unless spoken to, understood?"

The blindfolded slave shook her head yes. Amanda sat there bound, a vibration still thrilling her cunt, a plastic toy in her ass. Her best friend had just made out with her. Amanda wanted to cum so bad, but obviously had no control over the scenario.

Lisa returned to the table. The fourth hand was won by Wally with simply King high if you can believe it. The paper this time said, "A TWO MINUTE BLOW JOB."

"Nice," he said, as he walked over to the bound sexy slave. "He dropped his pants and placed his 9 inch thick cock at the lips of the bound woman. He said, "Suck my cock baby" as he pushed his cock in the pretty wife's eager lips. 

Amanda was surprised, his cock was substantially thicker than her husband's; he was also longer she would soon realize. Amanda moved up and down on the cock as best she could considering her bound condition. The owner of the cock said, "That's it slave. Suck my cock. Later it is going in your other two holes." Amanda kept sucking, desperate to cum, she would have fucked a homeless guy right then. She then heard the words she was beginning to despise, "Time's up." The hard stiff pleasure stick left her mouth and again she was left alone, still with a toy teasing her pussy and another lodged in her ass.

In the kitchen, another hand was under way. Craig had two aces and probably could have won this hand, but he folded and watched as Ryan finally won a hand with a flush. He went to the basket and pulled out "ONE MINUTE OF PUSSY EATING." Ryan then went to his best friend's bound wife and pulled the toy out of her pussy and crawled underneath, awkwardly with bars in the way, and uncomfortably began licking her soaking wet cunt. She moaned and kept trying impossibly to lower her cunt on Ryan's face. Amanda desperately wanted to cum and a tongue was one way that could happen for her. But as was the case all evening so far, the pleasure was short lived as the mystery tongue left her. Thankfully for her, the toy was not put back in and she was able to calm herself down slightly while she waited the next tease. She wanted to speak, beg to be pleased, but she knew from her past with Craig that disobedience was unacceptable. 

Back in the kitchen, Lisa and Wally were the last two remaining in an interesting hand. The cards on the table were a King of clubs, a five of diamonds, a two of spades, a two of hearts and an ace of clubs. Both kept raising their bet, confident they were going to win. Wally flipped his cards over, he had a full house kings over fives. Lisa smiled seemingly defeated before flipping over a pair of twos. She had four of a kind. Craig laughed and said, "Well for that you get two draws." Lisa did a little curtsy as she stood and pulled out a piece of paper. "HAVE YOUR PUSSY LICKED FOR TWO MINUTES."

Lisa walked over to her friend and said, "I have wanted you to do this to me for a long time. Amanda my dear, my best friend, now my little sex slave, lick my pussy." Lisa standing placed her pussy right in front of her friend's face and a still blindfolded Amanda began licking her friend's pussy. It was awkward; it was sexy. Amanda thought to herself, 'It's happening, I am pleasing Lisa.' She desperately wanted to make her feel good and lapped the best she could under her bound restraints. 

Just as she began to get into a comfortable motion she heard her husband say "Lisa, come and draw your second slip."

Lisa's delicious pussy left Amanda's eager submissive tongue and Lisa pulled out a second piece of paper. Lisa read it out loud for her friend to hear, "FUCK HER ASS WITH A STRAP-ON FOR TWO MINUTES."

Amanda let out a shocked gasp, but did not speak. 'Was my best friend going to fuck my ass?', she thought. The contemplation did not last more than a minute, as she felt the butt plug escape her tight ass and felt soft, warm hands, on her hips. 

Lisa said, "Tell me Amanda, do you want your friend to fuck your ass?"

"Yes, please, Lisa, please fuck my ass," she begged, desperately wanting her friend to do just that.

Craig lubed the toy for Lisa and then Lisa slowly pushed the thin strap-on in her friend's ass. Amanda let out a delicious moan as the plastic cock slowly filled her ass. It was thinner than her husband's that had become a regular in her ass the past couple months, so it did not hurt at all. Amanda, as horny as she had ever been before moved back on the cock taking the whole 6 inches in her ass. Lisa chuckled and said, "That's it slave, fuck my cock, fuck it hard."

Amanda quickly obeyed, bouncing back as hard as she could, desperate to obey. 

Craig then said, "Sorry, girls, that was hot, but your time is up."

Lisa pulled out and Amanda let an accidental "Nooo," escape her lips. Immediately, the ball gag was back in her mouth. 

Craig then said, "Well since our little toy disobeyed an order of silence, we should take a break. Let's go and check the hockey game."

Amanda heard the disappearing of steps as they all went downstairs, she was so close to cumming and now she had to sit bound and wait. Amanda sat alone; frustrated; desperate; humiliated; yet, most of all horny. She waited what seemed like hours, but was really only twenty minutes. 

Amanda heard the footsteps of them returning and then they disappeared into the kitchen. The game resumed. The hand was won by Wally. He grabbed another slip. It read, 'TWO MINUTES IN HER PUSSY.'

Wally gave a smirk and then and without any warning at all, penetrated their bound slut. The whole nine inches were immediately engulfed by Amanda's pussy as a scream of surprise tried to escape her gagged mouth. She had never felt such a big cock in her and was immediately in love with it. The intruder did not make love to her, he fucked her. Pounding her hard, making each thrust go deeper than the one before. Amanda was again close when she felt him pull out. Her ass tried going back to retrieve the erect pleasure stick, but she was unsuccessful. 

Alone and desperate once again, she waited as in the kitchen another hand was dealt. This time Lisa won again, and she walked over and drew a slip. As she read it, her eyes went wide. She looked a Craig and said, "Are you serious?"

"What does it say?" Craig asked innocently, knowing full well what it said. He was sure that although Lisa was a confident, outgoing, feminist on the outside, she was an eager, submissive, slut underneath, who desperately needed to be dominated. So he decided to test his theory.

"TWO MINUTES OF SUCKING THE COCK OF CRAIG'S CHOICE," Lisa said.

"So who do you choose?" Craig asked showing his dominant side to Lisa.

Lisa paused as she realized this turn of events, before she asked, showing her submissive side, "So who do you choose for me Craig?" 

Craig smiled and said, "Ryan's."

Lisa smirked at Craig; she could play the game too, as she disobeyed the order and instead walked over to Wally's 9 inch rod. Lisa dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth in front of the other two men.

Craig smiled, Ryan looked on surprised. Craig said, "Oh Ryan, most girls will do anything you want, if you set the opportunity right; although Lisa is a bit of a tougher nut to crack."

Ryan chuckled, "So it seems."

Wally moaned, "Suck it baby. How does my meat taste?"

Lisa moaned as she tried to take as much of his thick rod as she could. Lisa's pussy was wet by being controlled in such a dirty way; when time was up, Lisa stood up and said, "I want that cock in me later."

"No problem baby," Wally said confidently.

Another hand was played and another win for Lisa. Lisa looked at Craig and said, "Any other surprises for me?"

Craig shook his head and said, "No, just the one." There was a pause before he said, "Unless you want more surprises."

Lisa, who could play the game too, walked over to Craig, put her hand on his cock, through his shorts, and said, "I like surprises." She rubbed his cock through the shorts and then walked back to the basket. She pulled out her last slip. It read, "FACE FUCK FOR YOU, TILL YOU CUM."

Lisa looked at Craig confused and he said, "Follow me."

Craig then took a strap-on cock, placed it on his wife's head, and strapped it on tight. He then removed the blindfold from his wife. He smiled at his wife and said, "Hope you are enjoying your surprise."

Her eyes tried to thank him as she saw her friends' ass and shaved pussy backing up on her. Soon the boys were getting an amazing show. The bound woman, dressed in a garter and stockings, was fucking her best friend with her face. She tried to move back and forth, trying to please her friend in a way she had never even imagined possible. The scene lasted over ten minutes until Lisa came from the strange fucking. 

Lisa took a well earned rest as the boys went and played a hand without her. As Lisa recovered, Craig finally won a hand, and pulled out a slip that read '30 SECONDS IN EACH HOLE'. 

Craig went to his wife and first slid his rock hard cock in her mouth; he then went behind her and slid his cock in her pussy, fucking her ever so slowly; finally, he filled her final hole, the pace still tender and slow. He then returned to the table and said, "Lisa, get over here and suck Ryan's cock.' This was a bit of a gamble for Craig, but as he expected, it paid off. 

Lisa began to walk over to Ryan when Craig demanded in a stern voice said, "No. Crawl." She stopped, considered this, but dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. She got between Ryan's legs and took his cock in her mouth. The two guys gave Craig a look of 'wow that is impressive'. Craig said, "Last hand, winner gets first choice of which hole in our triple penetration gangbang."

Wally won the hand and immediately said, "Think your wife can take my cock up her shithole?"

Craig smiled and said, "You won the hand. It's your call." Craig pulled Lisa up and said, "I am calling a rain check for Ryan now. But you will be taking his load later, understood?"

"Yes," Lisa said submissively, again grabbing Ryan's cock, stroking it softly, "Are you sure you can handle me?"

Ryan smirked, "Is that a challenge?"

"I guess it is?" Lisa said as she gave his cock one more tug and walked to the other room.

Craig went to the living room and unhooked his wife from her bounds and said, "Are you ready for your first dp?"

Amanda, dying for an orgasm, begged, "Yes, please I need to cum so bad." In a heartbeat, Ryan was on the ground and Amanda's pussy engulfed his cock as he straddled him. She leaned forward and watched over her shoulder as Wally, a guy she had never met before, placed his thick cock at her ass. She moaned aloud as the thick cock slowly slid into her ass. Wally was tender as his cock slowly opened up her ass. Slowly, his cock was deep in her ass and soon Craig was watching his beautiful wife get dp'd. The look on her face was pure delight. He then moved his cock to his wife's lips and she eagerly took his cock in her mouth. Lisa came around and played with Amanda's breasts. The scene went on for a while. Amanda was in complete ecstasy as she was used as a complete fuck-toy by the men. She came over and over from the double penetration and the complete submission of her fantasy. 




Poke-Her-Night



Wally grunted, "Take my cum up your ass slave," and began exploding a large wad of his seed up her rectum.

As he pulled out, Amanda began to really bounce up and down on her husband's best friend's stiff erection never once taking her husband's cock out of her mouth. With each bounce, Ryan's cock disappeared deep inside the horny slut. Her fourth and fifth orgasms shook her body before 

Ryan came inside Amanda's willing pussy. Craig followed releasing a load of his own juice down his wife's throat. 

As the boys collapsed on the chair and couch, Lisa grabbed her friend and demanded, "Get me off baby."

Amanda, who had very limited experience with women, eagerly went between her friend's legs and began licking. Lisa, horny from the debauchery of her friend, came within only a couple of minutes of her friend's tongue. She then pulled her up and they began a lengthy make out session.

When they were finally done, Amanda looked at her husband and said, "Thank you...I have never came so many times in my life." She then surprised everyone by walking over to Wally and taking his cock in her mouth again. After gobbling up as much as she could and getting the cock as stiff as she could, she straddled his cock, a foot on each strong leg and dropped her still soaking wet pussy on the erect missile. All nine inches disappeared inside her. She began bouncing on the cock moaning, "Oh my god, you are so big. Make me cum, please." Wally then flipped her on her back and slid back into her shaved cunt and fucked her deep and hard. 

Ryan taking Craig's advice demanded, "Lisa, get over here slut."

Lisa look briefly startled but obeyed and took Ryan's cock back in her mouth. Amanda saw this and smiled as she was ravished by Wally's manhood. When Ryan was hard he bent Lisa over and said, "I'm going to fuck your ass baby."

Lisa's eyes went big as she pleaded, "No, fuck my pussy, I have never had a cock in my ass."

Ryan smiled and said, "Well let's make that statement a lie for the future," as he reached for the lube. He then placed his rod at her ass. Lisa did not move away and just waited nervously as Ryan slowly penetrated her no longer virgin ass. The pain was intense briefly, but slowly faded as Ryan tenderly pushed inside. "Should I pull out Lisa?" he asked when he was half in her ass.

"No," Lisa responded in a commanding tone, "Go deeper, start fucking me."

Ryan obeyed, moving in slow thrusts, each one going a bit deeper as he watched his best friend's wife get fucked hard. Craig moved over and shoved his semi-hard dick in Amanda's face. Amanda tried to suck his cock, but had difficulty as Wally's thrusts were shaking her whole body.

Ryan's cock now completely filled Lisa's ass and her animated moans echoed the room. 

Wally pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Amanda's face. Amanda attempted to retrieve his cum, but instead found Craig's cock back in her mouth. Craig grabbed her head and fucked her lips rambunctiously. Nearby, Ryan watched Amanda's complete submission and smiled, Lisa's ass was the tightest he had ever fucked and he planned to fuck it again and again. Craig gave out a grunt and sprayed his load all over Amanda's face as well. Ryan turned on by the look of his best friend's wife's face full of cum, pulled out of Lisa's ass and moved to the cum covered girl. After a few strokes with his hand, he sprayed a third load of cum on this beautiful, obedient slave. 

Craig grabbed a camera and took photos of his submissive slave and then more as Lisa cleaned all the cum off his wife's face. Wally got up and dressed and said, "That was fun. See you at work on Monday."

Amanda looked up and said, "He works with you?"

Craig laughed and said, "Honey, he is my new boss."

Lisa grabbed Amanda and they got into a sexy, sweet 69 and tenderly licked each other's pussies as Ryan headed out as well. After a couple more orgasms, the girl's finished and Lisa got dressed. 

Craig walked over to her and said, "You were very good slut." 

Lisa blushed and said, "Thanks Craig. It was a lot of fun, but outside of this house, we go back to things as they were before."

Craig gave a little smirk, still completely naked, as he bushed her head down and she fell to her knees. He said, "Beg to suck my cock Lisa."

Lisa looked up into Craig's eyes, his cock just inches from her mouth, and said, "Craig, can I please savior your hard cock." Her voice oozed with sensuality. 

Craig tapped her lips with his cock and she obediently opened. Craig began to move his cock in her mouth before he pulled her back up, kissed her and said "Thank me for allowing you to be the whore you are."

Lisa defeated whispered, "Thank you for allowing me to break free of my shell." She paused before finishing, "Thank you are turning me into a slut."

Craig smiled and said, "Now never question me again; I do not tolerate any disobedience."

Lisa shook her head submissively whispering, "Understood."

"Now get out of here and go please Ryan, I am not done with my wife," Craig ordered as he then slapped her ass as she left.

Amanda was still on the floor still exhausted. Craig walked over to her and pulled her up beside her on the couch. "So honey, how was making your fantasy of being our little fuck-toy for you?"

Amanda smiled and said, "Amazing. Thanks for making it happen."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, because this is only the beginning," he replied.

Amanda looked into her husband's eyes and said, "I wasn't lying, I will do anything you ever ask me too. Anything."

Craig smiled and said reflectively, "You know what?"

"What?" asked Amanda as she stroke Craig's slowly rising cock.

"This would make a great story for the literotica website you enjoy so much, don't you think?"

Amanda's eye went wide as she realized her husband knew her secret. She began to talk, but her mouth was silenced by her husband's growing cock. 

As Amanda bobbed up and down on her husband's cock, Craig announced, "Did you know there is a gloryhole downtown at McPherson's adult shop. Would you like that sweetie?"

Amanda moaned a submissive yes as her husband pulled out and slid his cock into her well fucked ass. "I love you Amanda," Craig said sincerely.

"I love you too," Amanda moaned as her husband's cock filled her ass.

THE END ~ For now....

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Poke Her Night



Sara was in the kitchen washing up when her husband, John, came downstairs finishing a call on his mobile.

"Who was that on the phone hun?" Sara asked him.

"Oh, it was Clarke from work, trying to organise a poker night. I said we could do it around here if you don't mind."

She was more than happy for John to have his mate's round, after all she had enough night's in (and out) with the girl's and he worked long hours, barely getting a rest at the weekend so she thought it would do him the world of good to relax properly once in a while. That said, she wasn't overly keen about having her house full of men; drinking, smoking and talking about women all night. John promised her it wouldn't be an issue and he wouldn't let it get out of hand. He did have one big favour to ask her though. A new guy had started at the office about a month before, in his mid twenties and was a proper player. Thought he could have any girl he wanted and had already fucked one of the young cleaners and one of the top bosses PA's, so he was probably right. John suggested that it would be fun if Sara could wind him up a little throughout the evening, maybe even openly flirt with him, before leaving him hanging and sending him on his way. Sara wasn't entirely sure that it sounded like a good idea.

"I'm probably about ten years older than this fella, why on earth would he want me flirting with him?" Sara asked.

"Because he thinks he can fuck anyone and everyone and because you are hot," John replied.

"To you maybe,"

"Are you kidding? Several of my mates say how lucky I am."

"Oh yeah, like who?" Sara asked.

"I'm not telling you that," John laughed in reply.

He was right though, for a 34 year old woman, Sara was hot. Long dark wavy hair, beautiful firm tits and arse that John could stare at all night, and get to fuck when Sara was in a really naughty mood.

"Anyway, I don't think it's such a good idea," Sara said.

"It's only a bit of fun, we just want to put him in his place, I'm not actually expecting you to sleep with him."

After a bit more persuasion Sara agreed to play along. It was agreed that she would be the waitress for the evening and play Bob, whilst all the other's were in on the joke.

When the poker night finally came around, Sara dressed herself sexily, with a hint of slutiness, without going overboard. She wore a shortish skirt with stockings underneath, that would catch the eye if she bent over. She also put on a low cut top with a push up bra to show a nice bit cleavage. Her hair was tied back in a long pony tail.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous," commented John when he walked into their bedroom from the shower. "I want to bend you over and take you now."

"I can see that," Sara giggled as she saw his cock standing to full attention underneath his towel.

Sara walked over to John and pulled his towel away so he was standing stark naked. She was already beginning to feel she was into her role. Sara took hold of John's cock and started to stroke it very slowly. John let out a small moan and as she worked her hand up and down his six inch length.

"Would you like me to make you cum?" she purred.

"Yes please," John groaned, "you look so fucking hot right now,"

"Isn't that how you want me for Bob?" she teased.

Seeing how sexy his wife looked right now, John wasn't entirely sure it was such a good idea, Bob would surely think she was hot as well, but then again she was right, that was the idea. He trusted his wife though to go ahead with the plan, although right now that wasn't really on his mind. Sara dropped to her knees, still grasping tight on his rigid member. His cock was now staring her right in the face. She opened up her mouth, which was painted with a very dark red lipstick and took it in. She sucked on his helmet, tasting the familiar saltiness of his pre cum. John stood still, watching his wife blow him, savouring every moment as she greedily slurped and sucked him off. He couldn't hold on. His balls were tightening as Sara played with them whilst continuing to suck and wank on his cock. It was too much for John when she slipped her hand a little higher and began to probe at his back entrance. At the point that she pushed the tip of her finger into his arse opening, John let out a big moan and Sara took a full shot of cum deep into her mouth swallowing it straight down. She continued to beat out a rhythm on John's cock until she had taken his whole load down. John could barely stand now, but did his best as Sara drained every last drop of his juice down her throat. She felt John relax as his orgasm subsided.

"Fuck hun, that was so good," he said as fell back onto the bed.

"Right, well enough of that. Get yourself ready your mates will be here soon and if you're a really good boy I might let you have a piece of this later," she said as bent over to put her shoes on, showing her arse off with a skimpy pink thong riding high up it.

"Jeez, I can't fucking wait for that," John groaned staring at his wife's backside.

Sara left John to get ready and went downstairs to make sure everything was prepared for their poker night. Beer, spirits and snacks aplenty were setup in the kitchen just next to the dining room where the men would be playing. John eventually came downstairs and made sure everything was ready for the game. At 7.30 his friends began to arrive. Clarke was the first to turn up, followed by Keith, Jim and Grant. Sara knew all these guys and gave each of them a hug as they arrived, each in turn eyeing her up in surprise at how good she was looking. All of them were apparently in on the joke to wind up Bob. The men waited in the dining room, drinking and chatting, whilst they waited for the final arrival. The doorbell went and Sara trotted down the hall to answer it, ready to put her plan into action. Now what John had omitted to tell Sara, as she opened the door wide, was what Bob actually looked like. Sara almost went weak at the knees when she saw the hunk in front of her. Bob must have been around six foot, well built, shaggy brown hair and looks to die for. He smiled as Sara stood staring at him. She quickly regained her composure, noticing also how he was staring at her.

"You must be Sara," Bob said with a smile.

"Er yes," Sara stammered.

"I'm Bob," he said offering her his hand.

"Of course, come in," she replied shaking his hand, which felt a bit odd conisdering all the other's had got a peck on the cheek.

Bob followed Sara down to hall and into the dining room. Sara went into the kitchen to get him a beer. John quickly appeared.

"Bloody hell John, you could have told me he was so hot," she blurted out.

"Sorry, didn't think it mattered. Either way, he's a ladies man and he knows it, so we want you to put him in his place. Oh and he's already mentioned how lucky I am. Get to work and show him he can't have everything he wants."

Sara got hold of herself and took on her role well. As the night went on, she could tell that Bob behaved with an air of arrogance and could hear him talking about his conquests at work and how he was now planning his next move on one of the directors who was in her fifties.

"If I can get in her pants, I'll be right up the ladder," she heard him say.

John was right, this guy really did think a lot of himself, good looking or not. Sara continued to ply the men with drinks and snacks, taking every opportunity to show a bit of herself off as she leant over the table. At one point she turned to go and felt a smack on her backside. She let out a little yelp. Unsurprisingly it was Bob.

"Proper little cracker you've got there Johnny boy, no wonder you look tired all the time," she heard him say, followed by a big laugh. He was really starting to get to her.

Sara had gone into the kitchen when she heard Bob ask John where the toilet was. He guided Bob through the kitchen to the downstairs loo in the utility room. Sara had her back to Bob as he came in and felt him creep up behind her. She knew the others would not be able to see around the corner.

"So, just how did Johnny manage to find a sexy woman like you?" he whispered into her ear as got a little too close behind her. 

Time to up her game. Sara carefully undid a button on her blouse to reveal more of her bra and cleavage and turned around, with some difficulty as Bob was right behind her, to face him.

"Do you think I could have done better then?" she said with a pout.

"Johnny's a top boy, but you seem way out of his league," Bob replied.

"Would I be good enough for you?" she asked fluttering her eyelids, feeling a bit of a fool as she did so.

"More than good enough, I love an experienced woman."

Bob leaned forward. Was he about to try and kiss her? Sara pushed him back.

"Forget it, there's only one man that's going to have this," she said pointing at her pussy, "and it certainly isn't you."

"Whoah," Bob said stepping back, "what's all this about you little prick tease? You've been giving me the come on all night"

Sara did the button back up on her blouse.

"You really think my husband was going to invite you into his house and have you fuck his wife?" she snarled at him.

"Shit, I'm sorry, but I've not done anything, you were the one flirting with me," he genuinely did look sorry and Sara felt a pang of guilt.

"Look, the guy's are fed up of you bragging about your conquests and treating women like dirt, they just wanted to teach you a lesson that was all."

"Ha, it'll take more than that," he said, suddenly back to his arrogant self, "well if you do fancy a bit of a change sometime let me know." Then he was off to the toilet before going back to the game of poker.

Sara was furious, as much with John as with Bob, for getting her into this in the first place. Bob was a good looking guy, but yes, definitely full of himself. Was it all just an act though, he had seemed hurt when she had a go at him. She'd had enough of the little game and decided to retire upstairs and watch TV. John appeared just as she was about to leave the kitchen.

"Everything all right hun?" he asked.

"No, it is not all right, I'm going to bed. You can continue your game and get your own drinks."

John looked puzzled, but didn't push it.

An hour or so later, John appeared in the bedroom. Sara had changed into a nightie, but kept her little thong on. She wasn't happy with John for making her wind Bob up, but by the same token it had got her aroused, so if he apologised it wouldn't all be wasted. When she saw him though she realised that even if he did apologise he was in no fit state for anything else. Clearly they had moved on to the whisky.

"Good game," she said flatly.

"Er yeah, I think so." He said slurring his words. "Look I'm sorry about earlier, you should have said it would make you uncomfortable."

John flopped down on the bed and she knew he would stay right where he was until morning.

"Oh, a couple of the guy's are staying over. Clarke's in the spare room and Bob is downstairs, I think he's watching the football or something." 

A minute later John was completely out cold. Whatever it was that Bob was watching, the TV was on very loudly. Sara put the cover over John and tried to go to sleep. She tossed and turned but could not drift off due to the sound of the TV downstairs. 

"For fuck's sake," she said to herself.

Sara threw her dressing gown on over her nightie and crept downstairs. The TV was on, but it wasn't football, it was one of those late night TV chat channels where a couple of girls, with their rather large breasts on show, were chatting away to no-one in particular by the look of it. Sara walked over to the TV and turned it off. She then turned to face the sofa and saw Bob there fast asleep, trousers half way down his legs and the most enormous semi erect cock in his hand. What the fuck? Not only had he come into his workmate's house and tried it on with his wife, he was now crashed out on their sofa watching porn on the TV and having a wank. Or at least had tried to have a wank, he had obviously fallen asleep in the middle of it. Suddenly she saw an opportunity. Sara sneaked into the kitchen and took her phone out of her handbag. She quietly went back into the lounge and took a couple of pictures of Bob lying there asleep, cock in hand. This should wipe the arrogant grin off his face she thought if John shows this around work, but then again he'd probably enjoy it. She didn't quite know why, but she continued to stand there staring at his cock, it really was far bigger than any she had ever seen. She was so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't realise Bob had woken up.

"Impressed?" he asked.

"What? Oh... Oh shit..."

Bob laughed. "Hey don't worry, many a lady has been impressed by this," he said pointing his cock at her.

"I'm going back to bed," said said, and turned to go.

"Hey wait," Bob called after her in a loud whisper.

Sara didn't know why, but she stopped and turned to face Bob who had now stood up. She noticed that his cock had hardened but wasn't fully erect as yet. Christ, it was massive. Again she found herself staring.

"Now, as you've been taking photos of it, perhaps you'd like to experience it in the flesh."

"I didn't ta..." Sara let the words drop as Bob grinned at her.

"Keep the pictures, I'm sure they were really for your own use anyway," he said with a smile. 

"Come on, I bet you've never experienced one this size have you. Johnny Boy won't ever know, he's probably dead to the world."

Sara knew this was madness but she couldn't keep her eyes off his member. She was sure that in both length and thickness it was almost twice the size of her husbands. She couldn't even imagine how it would fit inside of her, but had a feeling she was soon going to find out. Bob gently took hold of Sara and sat her down next to him on the sofa.

"I really shouldn't be do..."

"Shush," said Bob quietly.

He leaned over and kissed Sara very softly on the lips. She did not back off, instead slightly opened her lips and led Bob take the lead. She was so turned on, although wasn't sure if it was this arrogant, but very sexy young man doing it for her, or just huge dick standing to attention between his legs. They kissed for a couple of minutes, animal passion slowly taking over as Sara responded to Bob. He undid the belt on her dressing gown and she took it off to reveal erect nipples sticking up under her rather flimsy nightdress. Bob smiled in appreciation and Sara blushed. He removed her dressing gown and threw it on the floor.

"Mind if I touch them?" he asked enjoying the sight of her nipples.

Sara shook her head slightly. Of course she didn't mind. She had no idea what had come over her but she was desperate for this man to take her. What the hell would her husband think if he came downstairs now? Bob planted more soft kisses on Sara's lip's and began to caress her firm tits through her nightie. She let out a moan of approval. Bob gently went to work on each of her nipples, tweaking them between his fingers. Sara leaned back and slipped her nightie straight over her head, revealing all her nakedness except for the pink thong, which was now sporting a very damp patch.

"Fuck, you have the most gorgeous body Sara. Can I kiss it all over?"

"Please," she whispered, "I would like that." She knew she shouldn't be doing this but she had suddenly got so turned on.

Starting at her neck Bob worked his way down her body, spending plenty of time sucking and nibbling at her breasts and nipples. Sara lay back as he moved down past her belly and towards the top of her thong. Bob looked up at her and Sara nodded. Bob took hold of her thong and slipped it down her legs leaving her fully naked. He looked in admiration at her nicely trimmed pussy, and slightly parting her legs, went to work on her pussy with his tongue. Sara fondled her tits in ecstasy as Bob circled her hardened clit and lapped at the juices that were dribbling from her entrance.

"Tastes good," Bob murmured as he continued to lick her cunt.

Sara groaned again and took hold of Bob's head pushing him into her and arching her back so she could get as much of his tongue as possible. She was close to coming, but didn't want it to be this way, she wanted that cock, desperately.

"Fuck me," she pleaded, letting go of his head.

Bob didn't need asking twice. Sara put a cushion under her head and spread her legs. She was still unsure whether that monster would fit inside her pussy, but she was sure as hell wet enough and willing to give it a go. Bob pushed his big purple helmet, smothered in pre cum, against her opening teasing her by slightly slipping it in and then pulling it back out.

"Fuck me, pleeeaaase," Sara begged.

"You want it, you got it," Bob replied and in one go pushed the whole length of his cock straight into her without a warning.

"Agggh," Sara cried out.

It hurt momentarily, but within seconds the feeling of his cock completely filling her up was more than she had ever experienced before in her life. Bob slowly worked up a rhythm as Sara's cunt, if it was possible, got even wetter. She could just about see his cock covered in her love juice each time he pulled it out before thrusting back in and make her gasp every time. Sara couldn't believe she was even doing this, the guy was a dick, but hell did he know how to take a woman to heaven and back. They continued fucking this way for a couple of minutes, wrapped up in each other's sweating bodies, moaning and panting before Sara told Bob she wanted to get on top. He slipped his cock fully out of her and it sprang up. Sara grabbed hold of it and wanked it, barely able to get her hand on it. It felt like gripping the thick end of a baseball bat.

"Impressed aren't you?" Bob asked breathlessly.

"Mmmmm," Sara purred in reply.

She let go of his cock and ask him to lie on the rug on the living room floor. Bob got on the floor and Sara, with some difficulty, squatted down over his cock. Her pussy was already feeling severely damaged from the initial fucking he had given her, but in a very very good way. She took hold of his shaft and guided it into her pussy. She couldn't believe that it was possible to fit the whole thing in, but she'd done it once and slid down his pole again until she could feel her own juices seeping out onto his pubic hair.

"Oh that is so fucking good," Sara groaned.

"Ride it you little whore," Bob said to her.

Yes, he was right, she was definitely feeling like a proper whore and it was so hot. Bob grabbed hold of her breasts as they drooped above him.

"Pull my nipples," she urged. Bob did so and Sara gasped once more in ecstasy.

"Oh my god this is so fucking good,"

She leaned forward and nestled her head into Bob's neck as he fucked her pussy. Would she even be able to feel John's cock again after this? She sure hoped so. As it turned out she was going to feel John's cock a lot sooner than she thought. She lifted her head up to arch herself back and really work Bob's cock when she froze on the spot. 

"Oh fuck..."

John was standing in front of her, just in his boxer shorts, with his cock sticking out of them whilst he wanked it backwards and forwards.

"Shit, I..." Sara went to get off Bob, but he held onto her and noticed John wink at him.

"Wait a fucking minute," Sara gasped, "was this a setup?"

"'fraid so," John replied, "Bob saw your picture in my wallet one time and said how gorgeous you were. I told him if he could beat me in a game of poker he could have you if you'd let him. I knew you'd get turned on flirting all night."

Sara how well and truly been played. Clearly John had not been so drunk that he'd passed out. She hadn't exactly been turned on, but she definitely was now. Plus she knew that her husband never lost at poker, so she was certain he must have deliberately lost the game for this to happen.




Poke Her Night



"Hope you don't mind? You do look fucking hot sitting on that cock."

Sara could say nothing in reply.

"Bend over and keep fucking him, I know Bob wants to shoot his load in your pussy," said John.

Bob nodded in agreement with that sentiment. Sara dropped back down and let Bob work a pace up again, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, fucking it like it had never been fucked before. She was stretched so wide. John had moved out of her sight and was now behind her, presumably watching her pussy get ruined by this young stud. John had no intention of missing out though. Sara suddenly felt something wet trickle down her arse and John's finger probing at her tight little entrance. No fucking way, she thought, he can't be going to fuck my arse. That was exactly what John intended to do. He pushed a finger straight up her arse crack, leaving her to cry out again. John had fucked her arse before, but she was full inside her pussy from Bob's cock, surely there was no way he would fit in without causing a lot of pain. She was about to find out as she felt the familiar plop from John's helmet entering her.

"Ahhhhh fuck, go slow," she cried.

John held his cock there feeling Bob's moving in and out of his wife's vagina. Slowly he eased his cock into her as Bob held his still so they could work together. Both men began to build up a rhythm, feeling their cocks rubbing against each other, the friction getting them bother ever harder. They were widening Sara as far as she could possibly be widened. Any initial pain she felt from being arse fucked was gone and she was even more in heaven now than she was when Bob's cock first forced its way inside her. She knew she would be coming soon and so would both men.

"Mind if I join in?" It was Clarke. Sara had forgotten he was in the house and there was no way he would have slept with the noise the three of them were making.

Sara just nodded at him. What the fuck was one more cock in the equation and she'd had a crush on Clarke many years ago. It was rather an awkward position but Clarke, who had quickly stripped off, managed to squat down and force his cock into Sara's gaping mouth. What a fucking sensation she thought, all hole's full, it was so amazing. She sucked his cock as best she good, not really being able to keep still with two other cocks penetrating her. Although he'd been the last to get involved it was Clarke who exploded first. His first spurt of jizz shot into Sara's mouth, but he quickly stood up wanking his cock as fast as he could, showering Sara's face and hair with his thick creamy cum. Some of it even dropped down onto Bob, but he seemed too far gone to care. Clarke squeezed every last drop of cum from his cock and then flopped back into a chair continuing to it as it softened, watching the scene unfold before him. Sara was next to find her release. The feeling of two cocks inside her, rubbing against each other was too much.

"I'm cooommming," she practically screamed as she felt a gush of juice fill her pussy up and burst around the side of Bob's cock. 

The two men stayed still, holding their cocks as far in her as possible as she felt the overwhelming rush of her orgasm hit her. She'd never felt anything like it and it seemed to go on forever as she screamed with the fury of it. Her whole body was shaking with sheer pleasure by the time she came down from her sexual high. That was enough for both men though seeing her like that and they came almost immediately afterwards. John thrust his cock into her arsehole as far as he could and grabbed her hips as his semen shot deep into her passage. He continued to fuck her hole until he had nothing left, making sure every last drop was spent in her arse. Just as he was beginning to slow, Bob let go.

"Aaaaggghh," he cried out, bucking underneath Sara as hard as he could.

"Let me fill your tight cunt up," he yelled.

John pulled his cock out of her arse as Bob's exploded deep within her. 

She could feel him thrusting deeper than anyone had ever gone inside her, shooting stream after stream of cum into her worn out pussy.

"Don't stop until you've fucking ruined her," called out John from behind her. He was clearly getting into this.

Sara certainly felt ruined. After a few more hard thrusts Bob fell back in exhaustion. Sara dropped down on top of him, almost scared to take his cock out. It wasn't long before she felt it soften and very carefully eased herself off it. Bob's cum was dripping out of her pussy which felt like it was twice as wide as it had ever been and she could feel drops of come down her arse crack which also felt stretched to breaking point. She didn't care though and was too tired to do anything other than sit down on the sofa, not thinking about the mess her pussy and arse were going to make on it.

"Wow," said Bob, "that was fucking unbelievable."

Sara couldn't disagree, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. John had put his cock away.

"Did you enjoy that honey," he asked rather nervously, considering he'd just asked his co-worker to ruin her.

With very little energy left Sara let out a littler murmur of acknowledgment. In her head she was already trying to work out when she could persuade John and his friends to have another Poker night.