15 comments/ 182648 views/ 26 favorites Strip Poker Dice By: Petersimpson I wrote of this event a couple of days after it happened a few years ago. The events I relate are absolutely true and both they and various events in the ongoing situation since have provided my wife and me with a tremendous spur to our love-making. My lovely 33 year old wife is about 5' 4" tall and in both my opinion and that of most of the guys I know, she presents a devastatingly sexy appearance. She has a truly beautiful and sexy face - with very full lips to a deliciously wide mouth which is set in a soft and unblemished complexion. Her blue eyes are very expressive and when looking at a man, an innate shyness means that she tends not to lift her face - so the resultant effect of her glancing upwards, seemingly with a look of lust, is undeniably sexy and suggestive of enormous promise. In reality the habit is wholly innocent and although she herself is genuinely unaware of the man's reaction, the allure of apparent seduction is nonetheless irresistible. All those parts of her body which are not hidden by a bikini during summer are normally tanned to a delicious light brown and they truly complement the sexiness of her face. She has lovely and full 36'' breasts whose dark nipples contrast with the un-tanned whiteness of the rest of her tits; and whenever she walks along with her customary firm, almost heavy footsteps, they pucker into hard nubs of eroticism as they rub against her clothing. Although she has had two children, her breasts still stand proudly from her chest and whether or not she is wearing a bra', they sway heavily under her clothes and tremble with her walking in the most exciting manner. From my own experience, her nipples are unbelievably sensitive to touch and I am frequently able to excite her to orgasm just through gentle fondling and sucking on them. Below her bikini line hides a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair into which I frequently bury my face and suck at her lips and clitoris before we get down to the main act. At such times I love to hold her legs as wide open as possible while I slither my tongue into her vagina. Her reaction to this is a delicious combination of lust at the effect of my tongue and a deep embarrassment at the helplessness of her lewdly spread and vulnerable position. Talking of embarrassment, I have always been aware that she is unbelievably shy at the merest thought that anyone other than me might accidentally see her naked; and I was used to her taking every precaution to ensure that nothing other than the merest hint of her charms was ever revealed in her daily dress. Being aware of the depth of that shyness, I knew that if anyone should ever actually see her even partially unclothed, she would be embarrassed beyond belief. Surprisingly, my knowledge of the likely depth of her embarrassment served only to heighten the eroticism of a fantasy which was slowly beginning to grow in my mind. I found myself becoming increasingly aroused at the thought that other men might see her either partially naked or better yet, completely nude. Conversely to her likely embarrassment if she were ever to become exposed in front of others, I had sensed for some time that she almost certainly had a latent exhibitionist streak in her which was likely to more than overcome any shyness if she were sufficiently aroused. I realised however, that even if I was correct in my theory, she certainly wasn't even remotely aware of any exhibitionistic tendencies within herself - latent or otherwise. I therefore needed to encourage her into scenarios where her body could be revealed to others - knowing that once she became aware of the exposure, the eroticism of the situation was more than likely to overcome any of her inhibitions - and therein lay a deliciously perverse excitement for me. Originally, I wanted any exposure to appear accidental, so that nothing would become 'formalised', so to speak. In that way I reasoned, I could always retrieve the situation by dismissing any exposure as wholly inadvertent. Before the event I am about to relate, a couple of situations arose when I managed to contrive her partial nudity, knowing that a friend might see parts of her body if he should chance to look her way. Sadly, the guy in question missed out on both occasions; which was a shame for him, because he'd often told me how much he envied my being able to see her naked whenever I wanted. Interestingly enough, when I later told my wife what had happened and she realised that she might have been 'inadvertently' exposed, I could sense her subconscious arousal and sex that night was unusually physical! As my fantasy gradually developed, I became torn between exciting feelings of deep lust and worry at the possible outcomes. The questions were legion - did I really want to share her nakedness with others, or was it just a fantasy which would be better kept as such? Would I feel ashamed if I helped it to happen - or would she feel ashamed if it did? Would I think less of either her or me - or might she? Would it ruin our marriage - or could we contain it within the parameters of our relationship and once in the open, embrace it as an exciting addition to our sex life? Examining the potential of the fantasy a little more, I began to wonder whether I should want it to go even further and actively end up sharing her body with someone else. Once identified, I found that far from being a no-go addition to my fantasy, this new idea was unbelievably arousing – with the result that I eventually determined to put aside my concerns and venture forth. The opportunity arose one afternoon after a friend (also an employee) and I had been on our way back to the office during the late morning and had met my wife in the town. We all ended up having lunch together in the local Trattoria; and later on, had gone to our home for coffee and Calvados before Peter and I had to go back to work. After a few drinks however, the three of us began to loosen up; and a return to work seemed increasingly unlikely. Music was played on the hi-fi and light speculation was made of what we could do, rather than return to the dreary old office routine for the remainder of the afternoon. The full effect of lunchtime wine was also taking effect, so I suppose it was inevitable that three people in their early 30's should find the conversation turning increasingly suggestive. There was general talk of husband and wife relationships, which gradually turned specific as Peter told us how little his wife appeared interested in sex after the birth of their daughter. In turn, and to Caroline's obvious embarrassment, I not only said how much I adored my wife but then expanded on my theme by announcing how sexy she was in bed. Peter showed a great interest in the subject of my wife's attractions and before I could stop myself, I began to describe how I'd taken various photographs of Caroline both dressed and undressed - and that one or two of them were really quite compromising. The more Caroline tried to divert the conversation away from the delights of her naked body, the more her embarrassment excited me to enlarge on her attributes and without actually describing in specific detail, Peter became well aware that Caroline was not only sexy in bed but really quite a lusty and adventurous person whenever the situation allowed. Obviously full of inebriated hope, Peter offered more and more suggestive remarks, eventually making it quite plain how much he'd like to see proof of my descriptions; and had it not been for my wife firmly putting her foot down (albeit with a smiling and somewhat flushed face), I think I might have happily shown Peter some of the photos we had upstairs. In the event, we moved off the subject of photography, in favour of Peter drunkenly trying to persuade my little wife to do a strip-tease; but despite a deepening of her facial flush, she remained adamant and smilingly refused every suggestion he made. 'What about a game of strip poker with dice then?' I suggested flippantly as a throw-away remark. I noticed a flush instantly rise on Peter's face and Caroline looked at me with a look of amused indulgence. 'Oh yeah', she said smiling, 'You can just see your posh little wife peeling her clothes off in front of Peter here can't you. I don't think so my darling - this body's for your eyes only when we're alone. It's not for friends, however close and trustworthy they may be'. 'Oh come on Caroline, why not?' The instant response had come from Peter and he was obviously feeling the effects of what we'd been drinking, because further words came tumbling from his mouth like floodwaters from a burst dam. 'From where I'm sitting, it looks like you've got a fantastic body under those clothes and if you won't let Peter show me any photographs, then I reckon real life'd be the next best thing! You're really cruel if you won't take a chance on us seeing you in the raw when you lose ........ sorry 'bout that .... I mean If you lose. Anyway, I know I'd peel if I lost and I'd be bloody embarrassed too .... so what's the difference?' There was silence for a few seconds. Then, seizing the moment before she had a chance to irretrievably alter the situation's potential by terminally censoring the idea, I went to the cupboard and got out my poker dice and said very positively, 'Tell you what Peter, if either you or I lose, the other one chooses what clothes have to come off and then Caroline takes off whatever it is from the loser." "What happens if Caroline loses then?" he asked. "Well ...... what say you, If Caroline loses, I choose what comes off and you have to take it off her. Is that fair, or what?' 'Agreed' he said and before Caroline could object, I put two dice down on the coffee table, kept one for myself and said, 'Highest dice starts. It also nominates the number of throws and sets what's to beat'. 'I don't think so', drawled Caroline with a dubious half grin but now not quite so negative as before. Then to my surprise she enlarged on the terms, rather than denying the principal, 'It's all right for you guys; but it's two to one in your favour and you've both got more clothes on than me." Then as an afterthought she added, "Anyway, I still don't think I'd want to go the whole way, irrespective of what Peter says he'll do if he loses.' I reassured her, 'Oh come on darling, it's only a bit of fun. Let's see what happens. Then if you really get embarrassed and don't want to go the whole way, we can always stop before it goes too far. As for clothes, well I reckon we should count up what you've got on now and Peter and I'll take off items to equal it up.' 'You're on.' Peter said enthusiastically reaching to undo his shoe-laces. 'How many things have you got Caroline?' Before she could demur, I started to enumerate, 'Jumper, shirt, mini skirt, two shoes, pair of tights, nicks' and 'bra - that's about it isn't it darling, except the hair-slides which don't count?' 'Well yes, but .......' 'Say no more my love .... Peter - we take off our watches and jackets. We keep on our shoes, socks, trousers (just for the moment that is - har, har!), boxers, shirts and ties. OK?' 'Absolutely.' Peter left his shoes on and removed his watch and jacket. 'There we are then, ready for the off'. Caroline giggled, also just a little tipsy from the wine we'd all been drinking. 'Do you know darling, the things you get me involved in! Well, all right then, I'll play for a while and see what happens .... but I don't reckon I'll finish, even if you two do'. Looking towards her, I could visualise the lovely familiar breasts which lay hidden beneath her clothing and wondered whether Peter would be lucky enough to see them shortly. I remembered the night before, when she had walked naked across our bedroom, her tits swaying deliciously - their large dark nipples puckered into thick stalks of eroticism and highlighted by the whiteness of the un-tanned parts of her body. She had seen me watching her and at the same time rubbing at my cock in excitement. 'Do you really want other people to see me naked like this?' She was referring to an earlier conversation we'd enjoyed over dinner, when the talk had reduced to the usual sexy level after a couple of bottles of wine; and I had been subtly hinting at how very much her body would appeal to others if they should see her either naked, or with something 'accidentally' showing. I'd been careful to keep the conversation within the bounds of speculation but hadn't realised that she had long since analysed exactly how strong my fantasy actually was. She was now accurately hitting on my thoughts as she stated the obvious and then followed it up with a tease, 'You're just a randy sod really aren't you darling? But then again, perhaps you're right - perhaps we'll just have to contrive a situation sometime where we can see what other people think of my body then, shan't we?' That night was the first time she had ever taken the initiative in my fantasy. Normally, she either indulged it half-heartedly to please me when making love together, or she dismissed it as altogether perverted and tried to divert the conversation. Now however, and in full sight of Peter, her speech and actions indicated she might be going along with the fantasy. I could hardly fail to notice the outline of her nipples beginning to harden - despite the 'bra, shirt and thin jumper which covered them; and notwithstanding her protestations, it was obvious she was becoming very excited. Surprisingly, my own pulse rate started to increase as it dawned on me that my initial flippant suggestion suddenly looked likely to come to fruition. I hadn't really thought she would ever do it; but now it seemed, we were about to play the very game. Far from withdrawing from the idea, I desperately wanted my gorgeous little wife to lose, so that she would end up at least partially naked in front of Peter and he would at last be able to visually feast on the body I knew he'd been lusting after since he'd first met her. Apart from erotic fantasy during lovemaking and moments of solitary excitement, I had never really been too sure about letting Caroline show too much, even when we went out dressed up for an evening. I suppose I had always been too worried someone might make a pass at her when she'd had a few drinks and she might become vulnerable to any serious seduction which followed. Sometimes I had considered that despite the short term thrill of others seeing her, my fantasy might well turn into a nightmare for us. But now? Well, now my excitement was rising at the idea, largely because I could feel relaxed in knowing from experience that Peter was totally trustworthy. I had developed a close friendship with him, despite the employer/employee relationship at work, so he was unlikely to do more than thoroughly enjoy the one opportunity of his boss letting him see his boss's wife naked. He certainly wouldn't take advantage of the situation by following it up later un-invited; and nor would he speak about it to anyone else. I noticed that Caroline also was now breathing faster - a slight blush once again prettily spreading up her neck to match Peter's excitedly glowing face. We started to play dice and on the first throw, Caroline nominated a full house in one, which resulted in her laughingly removing the first of Peter's shoes. Shortly afterwards, he lost the other one and then she removed both his socks. Then I lost my shoes, plus a sock; before Caroline lost her own shoes - one after the other. After the next throw I had to discard my other sock and then Peter lost. I nominated his trousers. Caroline grinned at me momentarily and as Peter stood up to enable their removal, she looked shyly over at him. 'Are you sure about this?' she asked and when he readily affirmed that he couldn't back out now, she nervously moved over to stand in front of him and began to un-buckle his belt. 'Does this count as a clothing item?' she asked almost hopefully, pulling the belt out through the loops. On being told that it did not, she quickly undid the waist catch and tried to pull his trousers down without undoing the zip. Peter smiled at her and slowly undid his own zip as if her were a stripper performing for an audience. Un-impressed by his amateur theatricals but obviously embarrassed, a slightly pink-faced Caroline leaned down again to remove them. Her eyes were level with his waist and I noticed her covertly peer through the opening as Peter made as if to pull down his own trousers. I heard myself encouraging her, 'No, don't let him do it darling - you take them off for him, then perhaps you'll actually be able to see what he's hiding under there .... I can see you're looking!' Blushing furiously now as a result of my drawing attention to her peeking, she pulled his trousers down to his ankles and Peter stepped out of them before quickly sitting down again, the front flaps of his shirt covering what I suspected was a growing bulge in his boxers. With a sigh of relief that it was not me who lost the next round, I made a choice and directed Peter to take off Caroline's tights. She jerked up to look at me with a questioning frown but said nothing. I glanced at my wife and both of us gave a resigned shrug before she turned away to stand in front of Peter with a challenging and really quite naughty smile on her face. Her hands were resting on her hips. He turned my wife around and working from behind her, he reached his hands around her waist and through the almost crotch length buttoned-up split in the front of her mini skirt, in order to grip the waist of her tights. In doing so, I was sure his fingers rubbed across her sex. She had a with a wide grin on her face as she looked at me; and then exaggeratedly lifted up her arms to hold her hands in the air, as if demonstrating that she really had nothing to do with what was happening around her lower body. Peter began to pull down her tights but it proved impossible to stop her panties coming down with them, unless he were to fumble around separating them. Despite his protests that the tights wouldn't come down without the panties, Caroline immediately censored the idea when she felt a wandering hand again brush 'accidentally' across her sex. She doubled over to stop him doing anything further and then I made the suggestion, 'Tell you what love, to save you have Peter fumbling around there twice, why don't you just let him take your panties down now and then you've got a freebie the next time you lose? At least your jumper, blouse and mini-skirt will preserve your modesty until you have to bare all!' It was duly agreed and we played a couple of 'no wins' before I lost the other sock and then my tie (thanks to Peter arguing that a tie was a genuine piece of clothing for the purposes of the game). On the fourth throw, Peter lost again and despite his recent consideration for me in agreeing a tie as an article of clothing, I reneged on our brotherhood and nominated his boxers. After all, I argued when he complained at my decision, Caroline was trying to sit there modestly with her own panties off, so why shouldn't he keep her company by being in a similar position himself? Also, I had noticed that Caroline was now showing great interest in Peter's crotch again and I wanted to offer my naughty little wife every opportunity to have a good look at whatever he had to offer. I was already fantasising about what she would see when she removed his boxers and how she would react to the sight. She needed little persuasion this time and after standing up again, she reached forward under his shirt and roughly pulled his boxers down. As she did so, she released the end of his already hard cock, which flipped out through the gap between his shirt tails before slapping upwards against his stomach and disappearing again behind the cotton. Strip Poker Dice Peter sat down quickly and drew the two halves of his shirt together, hiding himself. There was a moment or two of stunned silence before Caroline broke it with a nervous, 'Now that looked really sexy' Then, with unexpected enthusiasm she added, ''Where's it gone, I want another look?' I felt a frisson of excitement at this and looked at Peter. He was grinning from ear to ear and about to stand up again; but then he changed his mind and told Caroline that just as she had made him do earlier, she would have to be patient and wait. Reluctantly, she picked up the dice again and threw her hand, still standing up. My trousers came off next and then my shirt; but through 'skill' with the dice, I ensured that it was Caroline who lost the next two throws and not me. I nominated first her jumper and then her shirt. I expected her to draw the line at these and was pleasantly surprised by her lack of protest when Peter reached forward each time. First the jumper came off without too much being exposed; but when she lost the next time, Peter's trembling fingers began to slowly un-button her shirt and I had to force myself not to stop him undressing her any further. Once again I was becoming nervous at the possible outcome. Yet, what was happening now was all the result of my initial instigation and I couldn't in honesty stop it now without looking really foolish. Events however, stalled any further pessimistic speculation by me. Peter let out a muted wolf whistle when he saw the tan of her full breasts slightly flowing over the top of her thin black 'bra. The outline of her dark and obviously hardening nipples was just visible through the black lacy edge of the bra' and we could see the whiteness of her un-tanned bits showing through. 'Oh my Godfathers, you've got the most beautiful breasts; they look absolutely incredible under that bra'. Can't we please just take it off now Caroline. Oh go on - please, I really can't wait to see them properly!' Caroline had flushed deep red and was shaking slightly. She pouted at him and teasingly said he'd have to wait and see whether she lost again. Who knew, she argued, Peter might well lose before her and then he'd have to remove what remained of his own clothes first. If things went really well, she considered, she might not even have to take off anything else at all; and then she'd be able to have a good look at him completely naked! What did he think of that then - quite a reversal from his original hopes, wasn't it? Still flushed, she glanced downwards and her eyes widened slightly as her gaze settled on his lap. I looked to find what had caught her attention and saw that because of the angle at which he was sitting, Peter's cock was rising between the loose flaps of his shirt and the darker tip of its helmet was thrusting sexily through the end of his foreskin. Caroline gasped as the head gradually pushed free and then continued to swell in front of her disbelieving eyes. He had a slightly above average sized cock, the purple coloured head of which now invitingly thrust out and upwards towards her. I was shaking with lust. On the one hand I was for some reason perversely uneasy that Caroline should have seen his cock at all - let alone that she had become so aroused by sight of it. On the other hand, I began to abandon myself completely to the sexiness of it all; and was surprised to discover that for the first time in my life, I was being turned on by the sight of another man's cock. Peter's penis was really well shaped, its shaft not heavily veined like some; but relatively smooth and regular in shape. Its end was unusually large and his helmet stood out much wider than the shaft - rather like some kind of obscene sexual barb which would grip the inside of a vagina until it was ready to let go. Standing at my side, Caroline appeared fascinated by the sight and realisation of her almost hypnotic interest served only to heighten my own excitement. Like her, I was also fascinated by the sight and couldn't take my eyes off it. We both watched closely until it became fully hardened. As it did so, a slight peripheral movement distracted me and I noticed her hands had slipped down and she had clasped them together in front of her. Unseen by Peter, I noticed from where I sat that one of her little fingers was reaching between her legs to gently touch her sex. She held her breath for a second or two, before eventually letting it out in long jerky sigh, her tongue involuntarily licking at her lips. Her face was now a dark crimson and her free hand was trembling. 'Oh my God darling .... will you just look at his cock. Ooooh, that's so fucking sexy Peter, I just can't believe it, I ....' Suddenly she seemed to pull herself together and although still blushing furiously, she nervously tried to revert the mood to its former flippancy. 'Wowee! Well that really was exciting, now wasn't it darling!' She addressed the rhetorical question to me and I saw how much she was blushing, before she went on, 'Guess who's really got to lose the next hand now then' she added. Yet he was not the next one who had to lose some more clothing - but that wasn't through any skill or luck on his part. By devious manipulation of the dice immediately after Caroline threw her hand, I ensured that I could call a losing score for her that neither of them had time to check - not that either appeared interested in doing so anyway. As I nominated one of the items of her clothing for Peter to take off, he moved excitedly over towards her, his cock jutting out in front of him. He stood up in front of her now kneeling form and reached over her shoulders to undo the 'bra clip, his manhood at a level with her mouth. Before I knew it, she had leant forward and flicked the end of her tongue across the head of his cock with a little grin, and then quickly licked the underside in a single strike so swift that a cobra would have envied the speed. If Peter hadn't suddenly doubled slightly in surprise, I doubt if I would have believed it real. But there was more to come and as events unfolded, I began to look at my haughty little wife in a different light. I had reached a point of no return now and sight of what she had just done was doing little to calm me down. I reached out and pinned her arms above her head, just in case she tried to stop him. 'Go on then Peter, now's your chance to get it off - while I hold her still'. But there was no need for restraint. As he pulled the straps of the lacy black bra' off her shoulders, she looked downwards at her breasts as if also wanting to enjoy the sight of her breasts being revealed. Thereafter, she did nothing whatsoever to stop his final slow and tantalising removal of the flimsy garment. On the contrary, there was the slightest hint of a smile on her face while she watched intently what he was doing - she was enjoying the result of her own provocation. It seemed she was almost impatient to have her breasts exposed to his gaze because she pushed out her chest and smiled up at him through her eyebrows. Peter's hands were trembling. He spun out every last second of the tease and as he slowly pulled the lacy black covering downwards, Caroline's nipples came into sight. The hardening nubs of excitement were standing out firmly from their dark and puckered areola - perfect ends to the roundness of those gorgeous full breasts which Peter was seeing for the first time. Caroline imperceptibly pushed her chest forward and her tits now thrust unrestrained and starkly white against the golden tan of her shoulders and lower body. This time it was Peter's turn to hold his breath and he gazed at the sight, totally mesmerised. He let his breath out again in a trembling sigh and then surprised us both by leaning down to take one elongated nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently on it for a second or two before rotating the tip of his tongue around its end and then thrust forward to take as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, almost as if he was about to chew it. Caroline shuddered in excitement and pushed her chest at his face in encouragement. She looked at me, her eyes closing in pleasure to narrow slits and a long sigh escaped through her lips before she huskily whispered, 'Oh my God Darling. He's chewing my tit .... It's like he's eating me alive ... oh that's incredible ... oh YES Peter ... harder. Go on eat me .... Pleeaase! Your tongue Peter, oh that tongue's unbelievable, it's as soft as a woman's on my nipple - you're really hitting the spot. Don't stop now Peter ..... please'. For a few minutes I watched as my lusty employee enjoyed his first exploration of his my wife's body, fully aware that she might well come from his stimulation of her breasts and nipples. Moving his mouth to release her breast at last, he moved on to suck gently at each nipple in turn and to her obvious pleasure, carefully licked all around the ends of each breast, occasionally sucking the nipples back between his lips again and eliciting little gasps as her eyes closed in delight. I saw his hand reach down to take hold of himself, rubbing at the end of his cock and then slowly moving his hand up and down as he suckled at her. Realising what he was doing, Caroline reached down and I watched her fingers gently push his hand away as they curled as far around his cock as they could reach, until she had replaced his hand in slowly moving his foreskin up and down. Suddenly, the eroticism of the moment was interrupted as a car came down our private road and slowed to a stop in front of the gate. There was the sound of a door opening, a few footsteps and then the clatter of our letter-box as the driver delivered something. The car door slammed closed again and the vehicle drove off. As my eyes returned to the scene I noticed that Peter had sat back up in his chair at the interruption; and in wholly unnecessary panic had swiftly pulled his trousers back on again. He was just doing up the zip when I suggested there was no need for that; nobody was coming in and we could return to the game and see who was to be the final loser. Caroline meanwhile had merely sat back in her chair with the tips of her fingers stretched coyly across her front, so that although most of her breasts could be seen, her nipples were almost completely covered by her fingertips. Seeing any pretty girl topless with just a mini skirt on is perhaps one of the most erotic sights imaginable. When the fact was added that the girl was my wife and she was exposed for the first time to another man, I became beside myself with lust and had to manipulate myself to accommodate a growing erection in my jeans. Peter appeared slightly abashed when he compared his dressed state with my wife's semi-nudity; and as he removed his trousers, I noticed that he'd even put his boxers back on underneath. But this time there was no obvious tenting at the front of them, as there had been earlier. Caroline looked slightly disappointed and huskily suggested he should 'bring it back over here' so she could look after it for him! As she did so, she removed her hands and once again allowed us a full view of her lovely breasts and nipples. Ignoring her request to Peter, I sat back on the sofa beside my wife and without any warning, pulled her between my legs and up onto my lap. I reached around as I did so, to take her nipples between each thumb and forefinger, before teasingly pulling at each of them in full view of Peter. She gave a little moan but did nothing to stop me tantalising our employee. On the contrary, when I looked downwards over her shoulder, I saw that her legs were wantonly spread as wide apart as her last article of clothing would allow, so that her sex must also now be truly on open view to Peter beneath the mini-skirt. It must have looked very sexy for him to see his boss's wife in such a lewd and vulnerable position, because forgetting his earlier panic, he got out of his seat with a little moan of lust and knelt down on the floor in front of us. He then shuffled his way closer to Caroline so that he was eventually kneeling between her thighs. He undid the buttons of her mini-skirt as far as the waist but left the remaining one done up, so that the skirt remained fastened around her, leaving her at least partially dressed. He took hold of her knees, spread them around each side of his own waist and then pulled her in towards him until his cock brushed up against her pussy. Caroline moaned and closed her eyes. She'd obviously felt his cock and she stretched her thighs further apart in an attempt to make herself more accessible to our friend. In so doing, she also pushed my own legs further apart so that my own cock was thrust up against her back. I knew she could feel my erection and she wriggled a little, just to let me know. Peter reached down between them and after a little manipulation in a difficult position, he managed to take off his boxers again. Then, instead of immediately pushing himself right into her as I would have done, I noticed that Peter was thrusting at my wife's naked crotch but not seeming to get anywhere. I reached a hand down between them and encountered his penis trying to gain an entry. He was only semi-erect though and was still nowhere near hard enough to get in. So without thinking, I took proper hold of his cock and after an attempt to push its end at Caroline's pussy, I surprised myself by feeling his crotch all over and eventually fondling his manhood with one hand, whilst the other reached around Caroline to cup his balls. I had initially intended just to rub his cock end up and down Caroline's pussy lips until he was hard enough to penetrate her. What actually happened though, was that I suddenly found myself becoming incredibly aroused at the feel of his semi-hard penis in my hand. Although I had never thought of myself as being at all queer or even bisexual, I couldn't deny the sudden thrill which passed through me when I felt our friend begin to stiffen slightly between my fingers. My earlier visual excitement at the sight of his then completely erect member was now being complemented by the novel pleasure I was beginning to gain from playing with it. As if on automatic pilot, I took a firmer hold and began to properly explore the feel of another man's cock for the first time since the usual early childhood experiments in the garden with friends of both sexes. It excited me to sense a slight throbbing when I gently squeezed it and I fleetingly realised that whether or not he knew it was me handling him, there was a definite indication of him beginning to harden up from the attention. Being cut myself, I was fascinated by the way his foreskin loosely slipped forward into the palm of my hand each time I stretched his cock by pulling it gently towards Caroline's pussy. The velvety skin moved easily between my fingers and felt wonderfully sexy when I began to move it to and fro' – one minute completely covering his penis with its softness and the next, pushing right back until I had fully exposed the sticky bulbous end. As I played with him, he gradually became fully erect and I thrilled to the excitement of feeling how such a hard shaft could contrast so sexily with the softness of the skin covering it. It was a novel situation and I found it all so incredibly erotic that I experienced a strong wish to make it feel even better for him; and felt slightly frustrated that I couldn't just reach down and put my mouth around it. I had no desire whatsoever to engage in anything further than making his cock feel good. I wanted to pull his foreskin away from the end of his penis with my lips and run my tongue up and down the really sensitive bit below the helmet until he was squirming with the kind of deep pleasure I always experience when a girl sucks me like that. Eventually, I took the by now engorged barb-like head and holding it between the ball of my thumb and base of my index finger, I began to rub it up and down Caroline's outer lips. She was now very wet and it took little effort to pull further until its end slipped an inch or so into her pussy. But I was enjoying the feel of his manhood in my hand so much that I was reluctant to let go. In a feeble effort to justify holding him a little longer, I whispered into Caroline's ear that I was just making Peter hard for her and would feed his cock into her properly in a minute. Peter also must have heard what I said, because they both gave a little moan and started thrusting at each other while my hand remained between them. I continued holding his cock and rubbing the tops of my fingers against my wife's clitoris until their moaning became almost continuous. Seemingly Peter didn't mind my fondling him and Caroline obviously found it quite erotic for her husband to play with another man's cock (a fact she confirmed later!), because neither tried to stop me. Eventually though, I realised I was about to make both of them come and I really had to give my wife what she was obviously been building up to, before it was too late. Setting aside my own delight at handling Peter, I loosened my hold on his cock and literally fed its now considerable length and thickness slowly into Caroline's very wet and willing pussy until his ball-sack was pushing against the back of my hand. I moved my hand out of the way and as if someone had opened a gate, Peter suddenly gave a little grunt and thrust himself right up into my wife. Trembling, he held himself there until his buttocks were straining with the effort. As she was deliciously impaled by him, Caroline drew both her legs around Peter's waist and hooked her ankles together behind his back. With the added access which this wantonly spread position offered, she managed to pull him even further into her until he was crushed up against her sex. In an elongated moan her outward breath delivered a husky, "Oh my God Peter, you feel absolutely fucking lovely!" I was beside myself with lust as I heard her pleasure being created by the presence of another man's cock deeply embedded in my beautiful wife's body. I was amazingly comfortable with what was happening and realised that for some reason I felt very warm at being able to share Caroline with someone I trusted. I found that I absolutely adored the thought of Peter being so intimate with my wife – and better yet, in front of me. As a result of the prolonged earlier build-up, they started almost immediately to orgasm. I reached down to make things even better for them by firstly gently fondling Peter's balls between the fingers of one hand, whilst with the forefinger of the other, I managed to reach between them sufficiently to stimulate Caroline's clitoris. Caroline's eyes opened as she began to come and as they flickered with her impending orgasm, she mouthed "I love you", before they closed in ecstasy and she moaned her way through an obviously incredible climax. This was the first time it happened between the three of us but later on, the situation became on-going and ................. © 2006 Peter Simpson Strip Poker Disaster DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD "Okay, see you in a bit." I said as I got off the phone. I had just been invited to the house of my friend Courtney, a cheerleader, to play a game of poker. I excitedly got dressed, and headed over to her house. When I got there, everything seemed perfectly normal. There were 4 girls and 1 guy sitting at a table with cards all laid out. Courtney got up and greeted me. "Great! Ben's here. Finally we can start." she said. I recognized the other people at the table. The girls were Danielle (a blonde cheerleader), Elena (a brunette), Bryce (the hottest blonde at school), and Alyssa (a cheerleader who I had been friends with since I was 3). The boy was Tyler, the star quarterback on the varsity football team. I was certainly excited to be hanging with such a popular crowd. The game started, and before I knew it we had been playing poker for around an hour. We all started to become visibly bored, so Courtney made a bold suggestion. "How about a game of strip poker?" Courtney asked. I immediately looked around nervously, but as others muttered approval I had no choice but to go along with it. The game began, and little by little articles of clothing dropped from each member of the table. After about a half hour of play, Bryce was topless, her tanned, huge bust glistening with the slightest bit of sweat and complemented with her golden hair. On top of that, Courtney was in her panties, while Tyler and I were shirtless. Both me and Tyler had fairly nice bodies, and the girls seemed to enjoy eyeing us from across the table. Tyler lost the next hand, and off went his pants. As his jeans dropped, I couldn't help but notice an obvious protrusion in his boxers. It wasn't an erection, but rather a long arcing bulge in his boxers. The girls said nothing, but as Tyler sat down I noticed Elena give Alyssa a stunned but excited look. Elena noticed me staring, and shot me a quick smile before focusing on her cards. As things turned out, Tyler lost the next hand as well. All the girls seemed to drop their cards and get settled in anticipation, knowing that this time he would be completely naked. "Do it." Danielle said. Bryce licked her lips. Tyler stood up, and boldly dropped his boxers to his ankles. "That's impressive..." Bryce muttered sexually as Tyler revealed his thick, long cock and huge balls. All the girls had a look of shock on their faces. "Tyler, you're HUGE!" Courtney cooed. From my spot on the table, I had a view basically from behind Tyler. What I saw was unbelievable. His dick hung well below his balls, almost to his knees. It looked to be about a foot, and as thick as a coke can, all while completely flaccid. The girls all sat there admiring his dangling rod of masculinity, while he stood there triumphantly. After Tyler sat down, I got a better look at his dick. It was truly gigantic, flopping around along with a pair of low-hanging apple-sized balls. I caught Bryce looking at Elena with her hands in a circle shape, trying to inconspicuously remark on the obvious size of Tyler's engorged seed-makers. We then carried on with the game as normal, which I was dreading more than ever. As luck would have it, I lost the next hand. I got up and took of my pants as quickly as possible, revealing my tightie-whities and then quickly sitting back down, saying nothing. Courtney stifled a giggle, perhaps at my awkward rush to sit back down, or perhaps at my lack of bulge. After Alyssa and Danielle lost their first few hands, I lost another one. This was the moment I had been scared of. Here I was, about to get naked in front of 4 of the hottest girls from school who had all just finished ooh-ing and aah-ing over another man's huge manhood. I stood up and froze awkwardly, not wanting to go through with it. Courtney noticed my hesitation. "Oh, just get it over with," Courtney said as she reached for the waistband of my briefs. Before I could react, she yanked down my briefs, revealing my tiny penis to the table. Immediately Courtney's expression changed from that of playful laughter to pure shock. For a moment, all was silent. Then a few girls tried to hold back giggles. The giggles evolved into full-blown laughter in a matter of seconds. "It's soooo small!" Danielle laughed with Courtney. Elena and Bryce were laughing at my small penis and balls as well, and even Tyler (the obvious Alpha-male of the table) joined in laughing at my misfortune. The only one not laughing was Alyssa. All I could see on her face was a look of pity. It was a look of pity at my humiliation, but also of shame that I (the boy whom she had spent so much time with as a kid) had never become a true man. "Looks like somebody got short-changed in the manhood department!" Bryce laughed, using her thumb and forefinger to illustrate my tiny size. It wasn't long before the girls decided they had to compare our sizes. Tyler, of course, loved the idea, and I had no choice. When we stood side by side, you could see the girls face's change between the look of animalistic lust when they gazed at Tyler's throbbing piece of meat, and the look of disgust when they saw my little penis sitting on top of my blueberry-sized balls. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt like a little boy next to Tyler, who probably felt like a king. Eventually the humiliation led me to get hard. The girls noticed this, laughing at my tiny hard-on. "Let's measure it!" Elena said in the same way that she would talk about a small, cute, puppy. By this time even Alyssa had joined in the fun. Courtney returned with a ruler, and measured both our penises. "12 inches!" she said boldly after measuring Tyler's soft cock. The measurement was followed by collective amazement and excited whispering among the girls. "3 inches!" Courtney said in a mock-pouty voice after measuring my penis. Laughter ensued among the girls. "Tyler is 4 times as big as Ben even when he's soft!" giggled Danielle. "I...I..." I stammered nervously, not knowing what to say. "Let's see how big Tyler gets." suggested Bryce, ignoring me with a look of pure desire on her face as she gazed upon Tyler's cock. In an instant, the girls had forgotten all about me and were on their knees around Tyler's dick. "You've got one big dong," cooed Alyssa. "He's like a horse," claimed Bryce. "Yeah, Tyler the Horse," Elena added, satisfied with the nickname. Tyler just stood there, hands on his hips, looking at me as the 4 hottest girls at school all competed for opportunities to stroke his throbbing horse-cock. Before long, Tyler's dick began to rise, creating a buzz of excitement among the girls. Once he was fully erect, Courtney grabbed 2 rulers, licking her lips. "We need 2 rulers for this stud," Courtney said, "Oh my god, 17 inches!" The girls all giggled, some rubbing his ripped chest. "He's so manly, I need to fuck him," said Bryce. She led him by the dick over to the table, laying him down on top of it. All the girls hurried over to get in on the action. Alyssa was the last to move, shooting me a quick sad glance, seeing me in all my humiliation, before turning to get a taste of the Alpha-male's bigger cock. Despite their change of location, I was still only about 10 feet away, and I was amazed to see that all 4 girls were jacking him off at once, with 8 hands gripping his absurd meat. I couldn't help but jack off myself, admiring the spectacle all while trying not to cry. The girls began to take turns riding his cock. Bryce was first, her huge tits bouncing up and down as she rode Tyler the Horse. Next was Courtney, who screamed with pleasure as she forced Tyler's cock inside her. Third was Danielle, who managed to make out with Tyler as she rode his manhood. Last was Alyssa. She mounted Tyler, letting a real man fill up her pussy lips. As she rode his cock, moaning in pleasure, a carnal urge overtook her. She looked over at me, jacking off and wallowing in my self-pity. She grinned. "I can't believe I ever was friends with you Ben!" she yelled while riding Tyler. "If I had known you had never grown up like the rest of us I would have never talked to you, I was done hanging out with toddlers a long time ago!" Tears were running down my face. "Enjoy it while it lasts, because this is the only time you'll ever know what it's like for a girl to be satisfied by a real manly cock," Alyssa continued. After that, Tyler pulled out, glazing all the girls's hair, faces, and tits with shot after that of cum. The last bit he saved for me, coating my dick from 10 feet away. The girls giggled. "Get out of my house, little boy," said Courtney, tossing me my briefs.