3 comments/ 36097 views/ 15 favorites Never Say No Ch. 01 By: erossmantic Prologue "yes! Yes! YES!" Stephanie panted, lost in blissful ecstasy. "Don't stop Tony. Please don't stop! Oh, yes!" Stephanie's body quaked from the breathtaking orgasm. Tony held Stephanie tightly as he made love to his wife in a hidden back corner alcove on the third level of the city's large art museum. She loved the way she felt in the strong arms of her tall six-three muscular husband. She saw the depth of his tender love as she stared into his ocean blue eyes and ran her fingers through his short brown hair. "Yes! Yes!" she whispered as she felt the delight of his thick cum fill her, his juices mixing with hers. It was Stephanie's idea for the two to spend their Saturday afternoon taking in the impressive works of art spread throughout the large multi-story building. Neither had any idea Stephanie would feel inspired to take Tony in too, especially in such a public place. Stephanie was not usually disposed to the risk of exhibitionism, even when they were dating in college. They were now 32, and already married seven years. Moved by the romance of the moment, the eroticism of the art and the privacy of seeing no one around, Stephanie had grabbed Tony's hand and pulled him behind a large wall displaying extraordinary works of art. Stephanie quickly unzipped his pants, retrieved his large dick and pulled her short brown patterned skirt up to expose her uncovered, trimmed pussy. "Fuck me," she said, more a lust-filled demand than a request. Tony felt his large dick grow to its full stature in her feminine hand. He pressed his body into her tall five-foot-eight fit sculptured body. She navigated his tool to her already-moist pussy and pushed him deep inside her. Her large brown eyes, broad white smile, curled long brown hair, along with her firm round 36D tits and long tan legs made her irresistible to him. The thrill of the adventure and risk of being caught heightened the intensity of her climax. "Damn you are good," she said breathlessly as Tony held her close. "You're a real masterpiece yourself," he reciprocated playfully. "Shhh, shhh," she whispered with a giggle. "Someone's coming." The sound of footsteps on the other side of the wall revealed they were no longer the only ones in the large room. "Yeah, we both just did," Tony whispered back. Stephanie playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Shhhhh," she said. "They're going to hear us. We're going to get caught." Tony quickly pushed his still-hard dick into his pants while Stephanie pulled the bottom of her skirt down. It was impossible to keep some of the mixed juices from escaping down the inside of her long tanned legs. They tried to look nonchalant as they walked back around the seclusion of the wall, across the art-covered floor and toward the elevator. Another couple passed them, perusing the art, and wondered what might be behind the wall where Tony and Stephanie had emerged. Tony and Stephanie giggled as they stepped into the elevator to make their escape as the other couple turned the corner for what they might discover behind the wall. "Gawd I love you," Stephanie said tenderly to Tony with a small kiss on his cheek. "You still surprise and amaze me," Tony said, grateful for his wife's seducing initiative. "I never expected to make love to you in an art museum." "I got so hot," Stephanie responded. "You were amazing to go along with me." The doors to the elevator opened to give them a quick way of escape through the entrance of the art museum. "I will never say no to you Stephanie," Tony said sincerely. "That's living dangerously," Stephanie answered playfully, feeling bold. "Better be careful making a promise like that." "Marrying you was living dangerously," Tony said. "I just say, don't disappoint," he teased. "Now that sounds like a challenge," Stephanie answered. "Just a commitment," he said as they walked out the museum doors into the bright sunshine of the warm afternoon. "Just know, I will never say no to any desire you have." "You sound serious," she said. "Try me," Tony challenged. "I just did," she said. They both laughed. "I think the only way a promise like that should work is if it goes both ways," she added with a wink. "Not only will I never say no to you Tony, I will gladly always say yes." "Now that's living dangerously," Tony played. "Try me," she challenged with a sultry smile. "That's why you married me." Chapter One Tony and Stephanie's sex life had always been good, but never better than the last four days since making their "never say no" commitment at the art museum. The daring no-holds-barred promise deepened their love and excitement. Their imaginations spun for what it might mean, and for what might be asked. It made their love life adventurous. The promise meant every fantasy could become real. Whatever it might be, they would never say no. "Carly has her 'girl's party' over here tonight," Stephanie reminded Tony as they each headed out the door to go to work Wednesday morning. Carly lived across the street; she and her husband Steve were Tony and Stephanie's best friends. Carly is a petite young Korean woman, 5 foot 1, and105 pounds soaking wet. Steve is a tall, six foot five, blond, muscular, former college rugby player with transparent blue eyes. He is everything contrary to the traditional expectations of Carly's family, and she loved that about him. Carly is a rebel, and he loved that about her. The two couples enjoyed hanging out and had taken a few vacations together. Stephanie volunteered to help Carly with her new direct sales business by hosting a "girls party" for Carly to sell some of her exquisite lotions, oils and related products. "Oh, that's right," Tony said. "How about I stay late at work to give you girls the house?" "That's sweet," Stephanie said. "You don't mind?" "The last thing Carly is going to want is a man in the house when she is trying to sell oil and lotion to women," he said. "I don't mind." "Thanks Tony. I'll guess I'll just have to buy some of her good stuff to use with you tonight after the party." "Now you're talking," Tony smiled at the consolation suggestion. He gave Stephanie a little peck as they walked out the door toward their cars. "You know I'll never say no to you." They both smiled flirtatiously. Stephanie got home early from work and prepared the house for Carly's party. Out of the five invitations to women on their street, Tiffany was the only one able to clear her social calendar to attend. Stephanie understood. She rarely accepted invitations to direct sales parties unless she felt obligated or was really interested in what was being sold. Carly was fine with only a small group of three. Small groups tend to buy more. Carly liked to make the parties fun with incentives, games and sales gimmicks. She always made sure there was plenty of wine flowing as well. Carly was masterful at getting women to share intimate stories about themselves once they had a little wine in their system and oil on their skin. The more illicit the stories got, the more inspired women became to buy her products. If the stories were too tame, Carly was good at enticing women to share their fantasies. All it took was sharing one of her own, to open the floodgates for more stories of unfulfilled lust. They were, after all, 'girl parties.' Carly showed up to Stephanie's a few minutes early to set up her displays. With everything ready, Stephanie ran upstairs to change for the party. "Show that skin," Carly reminded. She had encouraged the women to wear something that gave easy access to different parts of their bodies to sample the lotions and oils. Carly wore a short shimmery blue crop top and equally short black skirt with black high heels. There was no evidence of a bra. Stephanie justifiably wondered if Carly was wearing any panties. "You'd like me to show skin," Stephanie shouted playfully as she made her way upstairs. "With a body like yours, the more the better," Carly fired back. The doorbell rang as Stephanie descended the stairs. Stephanie was a knockout, wearing a small red spaghetti strap dress Tony bought for her for Valentines Day. Like Carly, Tony liked seeing a lot of his wife's skin. Matching red shoes and a pearl necklace accessorized the dress. "That'll do," Carly said approvingly as she met Stephanie at the door to welcome Tiffany. Tiffany stepped in looking equally ravishing. "Good thing we are meeting here," Carly said. "If we were going out, you two would cause traffic accidents." Tiffany is the youngest of the three at 27 years old. She is five foot seven with long blonde hair, hazel eyes and tan skin. Her large round 36DD natural breasts complemented her tiny tight ass. Her friends teasingly called her Barbie, a title she resisted due to her Masters degree in Biology. That said, Tiffany was a lightweight and known to turn into her Party Barbie alter ego after just a couple drinks. It was hard for her to resist a party invitation. Tiffany had followed the invitation instructions, wearing little more than a green bikini top posing as a blouse with a matching short skirt and heels. She loved oils and lotions on her skin, and was eager to see what Carly was selling. Tiffany blushed. "Well thank you," she said. "You'd stop traffic yourself." Please come in," Stephanie invited. The three made their way to the living room. "Let's get this party started. It's just the three of us tonight. My husband is out to give us the house." Stephanie poured the two girls a glass of wine before filling her own. Carly took control of the party, introducing the fine lotions and oils to the two women. She started with a couple games that emptied the first couple bottles of wine and loosened the women up. After four bottles of vino in the first hour and a half, the three women were all tipsy, sharing intimate stories and enjoying the product. The intimate party was going exactly as Carly had hoped. Tony heard the women laughing as he walked in the front door. Careful to not interrupt the party, he secluded himself in the basement for a workout while the women carried on telling stories, playing games, trying samples and emptying two more bottles of wine. The conversation moved easily to telling intimate stories about illicit adventures and fantasies. They each had plenty. Stephanie couldn't help bragging about Tony's stamina and unquenchable ability to make love all night long. "Are you kidding me?" Carla laughed. "Steve is one and done. I call him my Big Spender. He's big and satisfying, but as soon as he shoots his load, he's spent. If I don't cum first, I don't cum - at least by him. He's limp in seconds and asleep in minutes." "I once had a foursome where I was the only woman," Tiffany confessed with a slight blush. "I liked it because when one was done, there was another one ready." "Sounds like my Tony," Stephanie bragged more than she would without the wine. "He's a one-man foursome. I've never met a man who knows how to please a woman all night like him. "All night?" Tiffany asked. "No man can go all night," Carly argued. "One night I wanted to see how many times I could make him cum before he could give no more. I wanted to see how much cum I could drain from him." "How many times?" Carly asked curiously. "How much?" Tiffany asked. "We never completely found out," Stephanie confessed. "Tony gave time after time, almost drowning me with his cum. Even more awesome, he had me going with what felt like back-to-back orgasms. I fell asleep exhausted at 5:00 and we both had to get up for work at 7:00. He woke me up with more of his cum served as breakfast in bed. The man is a tender sexual satisfaction machine. "He sounds like a dream," Tiffany sighed. "A wet dream," Carla laughed. They heard the basement door quietly open and close. Tony had tried to move from the basement to the shower upstairs without making any noise to interrupt the party. Ironically, rather than interrupting the party, he was the current focus of it. "Hi Honey," Stephanie playfully called out. After all this talk, she wanted to show off the husband she had been bragging about. "Come say hi to the girls." Tony realized his attempt to sneak upstairs unnoticed had failed. "Sorry Babe," he said glancing around the corner. "I tried to sneak upstairs for a shower without interrupting your party." "Come in here," she said, "and say hi." "Damn," Tiffany said, "he is fine." Tony stood in front of the women wearing a sweat-soaked white tank top and short black Adidas shorts. The drenched tank clung to his muscular chest and abs, his shorts strained to contain his package. "Can't sneak out of a party where you are the main attraction," Carly blurted. Steph hit her on the arm. "Shhhh." The women giggled. "What?" Tony asked feeling left out of a secret. "I was just bragging about you," Stephanie boasted with pride. "Your stamina in the bedroom," Carla blurted. "Is it true?" Tony blushed. The room filled with sexual awkwardness. Tiffany and Carly each took in bold long views of Tony's body, imagining what a night with his sexual skills might be like. "Daaamn," Tiffany repeated with a seductive smile, liking where imagination took her. "Ah, I think I'll leave you three to your wine and party," he said avoiding the question and feeling more awkward. It was impossible for the three women to miss Tony's tight shorts stretching from the involuntary movement beneath. Complements of sexual prowess by three inebriated sexy women glistening from applied fragrant oils, would cause any man's equipment to respond, especially one with Tony's now legendary reputation. Stephanie basked in the glow of watching her friends lust after Tony, and enjoyed watching Tony caught in the awkwardness of the moment with his shorts moving up the impressive flag pole. "Ah, yeah. Well," Tony stammered. "I'm going to go grab that shower. You all make yourself at home, help yourself to anything you want and have fun." Tony left the women to their imaginations and made his way to the shower. He contemplated a cold one. Stephanie opened another bottle of wine and refilled their glasses. "I don't believe you," Carly said playfully to Stephanie. "About what?" Stephanie asked, still prideful for her husband's display of masculinity. "About Tony, in bed," Carla answered. "It's all true," Stephanie boasted. "I think it's all talk," Carly challenged. Tiffany saw what Carly was doing. "Me neither," Tiffany said. "I can't make this stuff up," Stephanie answered playfully. "Only in your dreams," Tiffany answered. "Wet dreams," Carly added again. "I think the wine is causing your gift of exaggeration to get away from you Stephanie," Carly added. "Not only is it all true, I haven't shared the half of it," Stephanie said defending her man, running her hands across her body. The three women heard the water for the shower turn on upstairs. Carly looked up toward the sound. "Prove it," she challenged. "How do you suggest I prove it?" Stephanie asked. Carly drained half her glass of wine. "I don't know, you tell us," she suggested. "You're the one making claims about what Tony is capable of," she added with a seductive smile. "How are you going to prove it to us?" Stephanie was at a loss. "Hey, it's OK if Tony can't," Tiffany teased. "Most men can't do what you've said he can do. I know a lot of husbands and wives who exaggerate their partner's ability." "I'm not exaggerating," Stephanie defended playfully. "Tony can and will do anything I ask him," she boasted. "You think so," Carly teased. "We're not convinced, are we Tiffany?" Tiffany shook her head. "Words are easy, especially when it comes to sex." Stephanie gave in to their ploy and decided to play along. "I suppose the only way for me to prove it would be to have Tony convince you beyond a shadow of a doubt." Stephanie smiled. "I suppose he would need to do whatever it would take until you are convinced." "You saying you'll let Tony will do anything we ask for as long as it takes and he will do it?" Carly asked to confirm. Stephanie would not normally volunteer her husband to two other women, but somehow in the moment, it seemed like a good idea. Although she and Tony had never ventured into a threesome, let alone a foursome, she suspected Tony would be glad to accommodate with her permission. After all, his reputation was on the line. "Anything," she answered. "That could convince us," Tiffany answered with a smile. "Great idea Stephanie," Carly added coyly. "It just might convince us," looking again up the stairs toward the sound of the shower. "We're in." The three inebriated women laughed and giggled, equally surprised at what was happening. Stephanie stood up and grabbed a hand of each of her friends and pulled them up from the couch. "Shhhh," she said. "If we're going to do this, we need to surprise him." The three tipsy women staggered to their feet. Rather than being nearly over, the party was just about to begin. "Let's do this," Stephanie said. "Tiffany, grab the wine and Carly grab your product. You are about to have the fuck of your lives." "And so is Tony," Carly promised. The three women ran upstairs giggling like schoolgirls trying to sneak a peek into the boy's locker room. "Shhhh," Stephanie whispered, putting her index finger to her lips as they jostled clumsily into the master bedroom. "The only way this will work is if we ambush him in the shower," she instructed. "Take all your clothes off and we'll go in together. Once we are in there, I can promise he will do anything you ask, until you are completely satisfied and convinced." Carly and Tiffany still couldn't believe this was actually happening. They quickly shed their clothes. Stephanie's early suspicions were correct; Carly had no panties. The three scantily dressed women were naked in seconds. "Damn," Carly said again. "You two are hot. If I didn't love men so much..." "Shhhh," Stephanie whispered again to Carly. "It's now or never ladies. Once we go through that door, there's no turning back. We take over his shower, and he's ours until you're convinced." Stephanie smiled, knowing Tony would not disappoint. She was about to take his promise to "never say no" to a new level. She couldn't help but wonder what this moment might mean for her in the future. Stephanie slowly opened the door and the three women entered the large bathroom. A thick fog of warm steam concealed their invasion. Tony and Stephanie enjoy sex in the shower and had installed an upgraded double-headed large round glass shower to accommodate. They had great memories in it, and were about to make more. As the naked women approached the shower door they saw Tony washing his hair. His eyes were closed. Thick suds flowed down from his head, off his shoulders and cascaded over his ripped abs like water over a waterfall. The sexy image burned into the minds of all three women. Stephanie seized the opportunity to open the shower door to begin their coup. She immediately placed her arms around his wet slippery body. "Hey Lover," she whispered. Soap continued to pour over Tony's face, forcing his eyes closed. His face immediately lit up with a broad smile. "Hey," he said with his eyes still closed. "This is a nice unexpected surprise." "Yes it is," she whispered seductively as she stood behind him, moving her hands up and down his abs. Tony's dick immediately responded to her affection. "Remember your promise to never say no to anything I desire?" she asked with continuing seduction in her voice. "Definitely," he answered with his sustaining smile. "Anything?" "Try me, Baby. I will never say no," he reasserted. "Are the other women gone?" Never Say No Ch. 01 "They're right here," she said. Tony was startled by the announcement, the sound of the glass door closing and the giggling laughter of all three drunk women. The shower around him became crowded with soft flesh. The water washed the soap off his face. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the three gorgeous women filling their hands with liquid soap intended for his body. Tony's face showed his awkward surprise. He had always been faithful to Stephanie. Stephanie leaned up and whispered the simple words "Never say no, Tony. Fuck these women like you fuck me," she added. Tony looked into her eyes to read her desire. Stephanie repeated her words into his ear, "Never say no." A warm and confident smile filled her face as six hands began to share his body. Carly reached down to grasp the girth of his impressive and intimidating member with her tiny hand. "May I?" she asked looking up at Stephanie. "Carly, I didn't invite you into my husband's shower to hold back or ask permission. Fuck his brains out any and every way you want, because that is what I am asking him to do to you." Carly immediately dropped to her knees and attempted to take his large missile into her mouth. Tiffany and Stephanie filled their hands with more soap to caress his body with lather. Tony took control of the siege by picking Carly up from under each arm, wrapping his large hands around her small rib cage. Each thumb stretched to cover and press the nipples of her petite tits. He easily lifted her small frame, by sliding her back up the slippery glass wall of the shower to position her love box directly in front of his large pulsating dick. As she felt the head of his penis begin to penetrate, she wrapped her dangling legs around his muscular body and pulled him into her. The rebel in her was determined to take him as much as he was at taking her. His long thick member felt like it filled her entire small frame. Stephanie and Tiffany watched as Carly's face revealed the passion-filled delight of her entire body. In that moment, Carly was instantly convinced of everything Stephanie had said about Tony, but was determined to take advantage of the opportunity to re-verify the claims all night long. The two women watched as their petite friend became like a rag doll surrendering in ecstasy to his formidable seduction. The wine, oils and intimate conversation over the last several hours made Carly vulnerable to the arrival of first orgasm. Tony's masterful touch and penetration gave her body no option but to succumb to immediate arousal. Her body quaked as cold chills covered her tiny body in the hot shower. Orgasmic screams exposed the waves of ecstasy sweeping over her. "Yeos meog-eo!" she screamed. No one in the shower understood Korean, but everyone understood the meaning. "Yeos meog-eo! Yeos meog-eo!" she repeated with a smile and tears. Carly's knees were weak as Tony gently lowered her from her sexual levitation back to the floor. Her head spun and she leaned against the glass wall to get her bearings. Tiffany quickly reached her arms around Tony from behind to take his large member in both hands. She pressed her body into his. He enjoyed the way her well-endowed breasts felt pressed against his back. He savored Tiffany's brief massage of his large dick lubricated with Carly's juices before taking Tiffany's hands in his, raising them high, and turning his body so they were facing each other. He pressed his body into her voluptuous firm frame. With her hands still raised high above her head, he asked Stephanie to hand him a washcloth from the shower rack. "Oh shit," Stephanie said with a large smile. "You are about to have the fuck of your life." Tony smiled as he took the small washcloth from Stephanie and placed it into Tiffany's hands above her head. It was a little game he liked to play with Stephanie. With her hands raised, the entirety of her body was available to him. He whispered his simple instructions: "You're in control of what is about to happen," he assured. "As long as you keep holding onto this cloth with both hands, I won't stop. The moment you let go with either hand, that means you throw in the towel. Until then, you're mine. Seeing what he did to Carly and hearing his words, Tiffany felt like she had just boarded a roller coaster unlike any she had ever ridden. She was hot and ready for where he would take her. She held on tightly to the cloth with both hands. Tony's fingers gently moved down her arms as he softly kissed her face and lips. She felt the hot water and his hands move freely over her body. His gentle touch was rapturous torture. His kisses moved slowly down her neck and shoulders. "Oh gawd, fuck me," she begged. Her nipples grew in anticipation. She could feel the juices in her love box begin to boil in suspense. She lowered her hands to pull his face into her tits as he made his descent down her body. She continued to hold the small cloth tightly with both hands. "Fuck me Tony. You're driving me crazy. Fuck me!" Somehow his masterful touch was bringing her to the edge of an orgasm without her pussy even being touched yet. "Fuck me!" she begged. Tony knew exactly what he was doing. Tiffany's body was becoming putty in his hands. His patient kisses traveled down her firm abs as his hands toured her ass and the backs of her legs. Hot water from the shower poured over her body and on to his face. "Oh gawd!" she repeated, "I'm going to give!" Tony gently spread her pussy lips to discover her swollen clit verifying her claim. It was like a ripe fruit, ready to be picked. He had her right where he wanted her. He knew preparing her body right would not only set her up for a powerful first orgasm, but the ones to follow. Her entire body buzzed with impending climax. He read her masterfully as if every nerve ending in her body was under his control. He moved in for an oral assault with perfect timing and certain victory. His tongue and lips served her pussy, causing waves of cum to launch from her body. Her head dropped back, as her pussy thrust against his mouth. "Ahhhhh, yes! Yes! Yes!" she warmly screamed in utter pleasure. She squeezed the washcloth like a vice grip. "Oh gawd, don't stop!" Her first orgasmic wave rolled through her body. Tony stood to begin his second pass. "Oh my gawd!" she screamed, still recovering. She felt the large head of his tool begin to massage her still throbbing pussy before beginning its journey deep inside her. "Fuck me," she begged, passion-filled in her desire to be ravaged. Tony pushed himself deep inside her, pinning her to the glass wall. "Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!" she continued. Tony gladly obliged. "Oh yes!" she said, feeling a second orgasm approaching faster and harder than she had ever experienced. "Oh yes, oh yes!" she screamed impressed. Tony reached around to capture her small ass into his large hands, while pulling her into him. He leaned down to take her left nipple into his mouth. Stephanie was turned on by watching Tiffany overcome by Tony's touch, and couldn't help fingering herself as she watched. Carly's arousal quickly recovered watching Tiffany fall to the same masterful touch she had, and her best friend fingering herself to delight in the crowded shower. Tiffany's body began to convulse uncontrollably. "Here it comes! You're going to take me again! Oh gawd, oh gawd! Damn, its true!" she yelled. She braced herself against the shower wall. She let go of the washcloth to dig her hands into Tony's back. There was no turning back. Tony suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of her pussy. "You threw the towel," he said. "Oh gawd, don't stop!" she begged. She hurriedly reached for the cloth. "Fuck me Tony! Please don't stop!" "You let go," he challenged playfully. "Oh please, Tony, I'm going to cum." Her body convulsed. "What's it worth to you?" "Anything!" she begged, overcome with lust. "Anything!" "Anything?" he asked playfully. "Yes! Fuck me, damn it!" Tiffany's wet hungry pussy received his dick back eagerly. "Oh yes!" she repeated. "You're going to take me. Fuck me harder." Tony obliged impressively. "Ohhhh," Stephanie began to moan from fingering herself. Tiffany screamed as her body rocked with her second powerful climax. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" she begged. Everyone in the shower was seeing a new side of Tiffany. Her alter ego Barbie showed up to play. Tony pounded his long shaft into Tiffany and looked over to his wife. Stephanie was lost in the moment, watching Tiffany experience what Stephanie had promised while she skillfully moved her fingers over her own pussy. "Don't you dare take yourself," Tony said. "That pussy is mine and I'm saving the best for last." "We're just getting started," she answered seductively. "But if you want it, you better come and get it because I am about to paint this shower." With one seamless motion, Tony moved Stephanie between the two other women. The hot water of the shower beat down on the four bodies as all three women continued to moan in delight. The air was thick with hot steam. Tony introduced his member into Stephanie's familiar pussy while smiling at the love of his life. "He's home," he whispered into her ear. Tony pulled Carly and Tiffany close to he and Stephanie -- one on each side, while continuing to fuck his wife in front of him. He skillfully reached across the front of each woman's body to begin massaging their pussies. The moans of the three women harmonized like Destiny's Child. The rhythm of movement created an irresistible sexual cadence. The erotic synergy connected the three women in a way that almost made their three mounting orgasms one. Carly and Tiffany each took hold of Tony's muscular arm in front of them as if to hold on, while his hands worked his magic. Suddenly Stephanie couldn't hold it in any more. Her body shook and rocked in ecstasy. "Oh yes Tony! Yes! Take me!" The sounds and feel of Stephanie's climax took the other two women over the edge. Carly's second and Tiffany's third orgasms caused their bodies to slam against the sides of Tony and Stephanie. Stephanie's orgasm grew in response to the other two women succumbing again to Tony's touch. Tony took all three women to a shared sacred nirvana. The three spent women stood blissfully as the hot water poured down over the four shower-mates. Their hands couldn't resist caressing Tony's impressive tool as he stood in the center of them. Carly was impressed with Tony's skill at fucking three women while being able to hold his load. Steve had never come close to that kind of stamina. "It's Tony's turn," she announced to the other two women. "He's taken the three of us. Now it's time for the three of us to take him." "Let's move him to the bed," Stephanie said, "where we can all take him any way we want." Stephanie's words were a suggestion as much as they were a boast. She knew what Tony was capable of. Tony smiled. The four playfully dried off and assembled next to the large king size bed. The three women refilled and emptied their wine glasses. Carly brought her lotions and oils selected for this moment. "I say we tie him down so there is no limit to what we can do," Tiffany said. Tony looked to Stephanie for direction; Carly and Tiffany looked to her for permission. "Never say no," she said with a smile. She collected four bathrobe ties from the closet. When she came back into the bedroom, Tony lay obediently in the center of the large bed with his arms and legs spread so his hands and feet were reaching toward the nearest bedpost. "Use these," she said, "and tie them tightly. He's awfully strong," she said with laughter. The women giggled as they scurried to tie down their prey. Once secured, Tony lay completely at their disposal. His dick stood firm like a tall mast. Carly opened the first of her oils, a lubricating oil with heat intensifiers. "Open your hands ladies. We'll start with this." Tony felt more aroused by the suspense. Carly liberally filled the other two women's hands with the spicy oil, and then her own. The six hands all moved toward his ample helpless dick. Tony's body rose as the heat of the oil and their hands' massage of his member. Stephanie took pride as she watched the other two mesmerized women as they handled his impressive tool and as she watched Tony's body respond to the affection. "I say we all three take him together then each have our turns until he's done, or we are." "It will be you," Tony promised playfully. The six hands moved as if choreographed up and down Tony's dick. The responses of his secured body only encouraged the women. The heat of the oil intensified the circulation. They masterfully stroked his dick as a team. Tony felt his pending orgasm grow like lava rising toward volcanic explosion. "OK ladies," Stephanie coached. "Time to take this bad boy down our throats. We alternate five strokes a piece until he cums. Whoever siphons his load first gets the first ride." "Well damn, that's just not fair to you two," Tiffany boasted. "No man has been able to last between my lips." Tiffany's words created a friendly competition. Before anything else could be said, Carly lowered her face to the monolith. "Ahhhhhh," Tony cringed. The other two women were impressed how their tiny friend performed her magic, making Tony's dick disappear. It was obvious to Tony and the three women that it would not be long before he would douse the room with his first load. The three women alternated turns, each certain theirs would lead to victory. Tony's body squirmed. "You are mine," Tiffany said with confidence as she began her second turn. The other two women knew she was probably right. So did Tony. Tiffany masterfully sucked the large red head into her mouth, pushed it past her cheek and to the back of her throat. Her tongue skillfully massaged every side as it went down and moved back up. "That's one," she said before taking it in harder for her second pass. Tony turned his head, attempting to hold out for Stephanie's next turn after Tiffany. "Oh no," Tiffany said as she finished her second pass. "I want you to open your eyes and watch me take you." Tony obliged, knowing it would be impossible not to blow his load if he watched this sexy blonde vixen seduce his dick. "Stephanie, would you mind getting behind me, reaching around and playing with my tits while I suck your husband off. I love the feel of my tits being squeezed when I suck cock." Tiffany felt the soft skin of Stephanie move in behind her, as Stephanie's hands reached around her body and took her tits captive. "Watch your wife squeeze my tits like she likes you to do, while I finish you off. Tony squirmed as he watched his wife wrap herself around Tiffany's body. Tiffany pressed her ass against Stephanie's pussy; Stephanie's hands kneaded Tiffany's tits with her nipples getting special attention. Tiffany moaned as she took Tony's dick in a third time. Tony's body began to quake, his lava was quickly rising toward eruption. Tiffany knew he would be hers. Tony could hold it no longer. As Tiffany's mouth ascended the final time, a huge thick ribbon of cum launched and covered her face like a coat of paint. Carly leaned in quickly to get in on the fountain of cum. Stephanie couldn't resist joining the other two women; the three faces pressed in together like kittens lapping up the warm milk. Their hands encouraged the flow of cum by moving up and down his shaft. Tiffany quickly seized her prize. She straddled Tony and lowered her pussy onto his still hard dick. "Oh, gawd," she said. "That feels so good!" She began to ride him for all he was worth. Carly felt inspired and aroused by Tiffany's boldness. She followed suit by straddling Tony's face. She spread her pussy lips and lowered her clit to his mouth. "Take me again Tony," she said." Tony's "never say no" commitment made him happy to oblige, even though being tied down gave him little choice but to satisfy the desires of these three hungry women. Cold chills covered Tiffany's body. "Oh fuck!" Tiffany shouted with a smile. "I'm giving again." Tony felt his own body recovering and approaching a second orgasm. He was overwhelmed with lust as he watched his wife watch these two women fuck him relentlessly. Carly began to moan in response to the affection of Tony's tongue. "Oh yes! Oh yes." Her tiny tits flagged the arrival of her next orgasm with her nipples jutting out erect almost an inch. Tiffany couldn't resist taking hold of them as she continued to pound Tony. Tiffany was determined to take Tony again, to be filled with everything she could drain from him. The bed shook as her pussy slammed up and down his long shaft. "Ahhhhhhh," Tony said. His head turned from side to side as Tiffany's pussy pumped another load from him. Tiffany's alter ego Barbie was fucking him for everything he was worth. The three women continued their enjoyment of the wine, Carly's oils and lotions and their sexual assault on Tony. Tony did not disappoint. He exceeded their every expectation until the three women finally collapsed in exhaustion on the bed. Their naked bodies slept soundly on top of Tony. Carly's cell phone woke the foursome up at 3:00 in the morning. Steve was wondering if the party was still going on. "Oh, I'm sorry honey," Carly answered. "The party was fun and went longer than we thought," she explained. "Stephanie and I fell asleep," she said not including all the details. "You know how girls can be." The three women laughed at Carly's attempt to explain the party's turn of events. Carly and Tiffany each got dressed and let themselves out. "Thank you Tony," Carly said smiling, "for allowing us to sample the products on you." "My pleasure," Tony said. "Glad to help." "I could use you at all my parties," Carly added. "Nice try," Stephanie answered. "He's all mine." As the women walked out the door, Stephanie locked it and turned to Tony. "We'll clean up the party in the morning. I'm taking you upstairs. We have more new oils and lotions to try." Carly crossed the street with a smile on her face. Not only had Tony lived up to all Stephanie had promised, but Carly broke the record for sales per capita in one party. Tiffany couldn't help telling her friends about the "girl party," leading many women to suddenly offer to host 'girl parties' in their homes. For Carly, it was a party that just kept giving. Tony and Stephanie made love until the sun came up. "It's really true," Stephanie said lovingly as she held Tony. "What's true?" Tony asked. "That you love me enough to never say no." Never Say No Ch. 02 Prologue Tony and Stephanie's heads spun. No one had seen it coming. It had only been a week since they made their pledge to "never say no" to any sexual desire the other had, and three days since Stephanie's 'girl party' had put the commitment to a real test. For the last three days, they couldn't help but blush and giggle whenever they looked at each other across a room. The memory of what happened last Wednesday night was rich and the heat of their sex life since had never been hotter. Stephanie had offered to help her best friend (and across-the-street neighbor) by hosting a "girl party" to help Carly with her new direct sales business. Like other direct sales businesses, Stephanie agreed to invite a few friends over to hear the sales pitch for the exquisite oils, lotions and related products. Tiffany was the only one able to clear her social calendar to make the party, a decision she will never forget. There were games, incentives, product trials and lots of wine. After four bottles of wine in the first hour and half, the three women were all tipsy, sharing intimate stories and enjoying the product. Stephanie's husband Tony stayed late at work to let the women have the house for their party. He arrived home to find the party still in full swing. He secluded himself in the basement for a workout while the women continued to tell stories, play games, try samples and empty more bottles of wine. Tony quietly moved from his workout in the basement to take a shower upstairs. Within minutes, he was ambushed in his shower by the three inebriated women, all armed with product. Throughout the evening's coup, Stephanie kept whispering, "never say no" into Tony's ear. He never did. They had their way with Tony, and invited Tony to have his way with them. It was a record sales night for Carly. Chapter Two Three days had passed since Stephanie and Carly's infamous "girl's party." Tony and Stephanie had both recovered physically, but would never be the same. Tonight was the men's monthly Saturday night poker game, and it was Tony's turn to host. The poker night rotated each month between the four men's homes, all on the same street. Each man brings $250 to the game, for a possible take of $1000. The host's wife is always glad to serve for the gatherings, competing with the other wives to be the one to serve the best snacks when it is their turn. Tony's best friend Steve lived across the street and was married to Carly. Steve is a tall, six foot five, blond, muscular, former college rugby player with transparent blue eyes. Marco is five eleven, with brown hair and a fit slender build from his marathon running. Carl is a black six foot two man with a sense of humor as big as his large biceps. Carl loves a great party, and always makes them better. Steve was famous for running late and being the last to arrive for the monthly poker games. He could never blame the commute since they all lived on the same street. Tony was surprised that the doorbell rang 15 minutes before the 7:00 start time, and that it was Steve who was early. "Hey Steve. Come on in," Stephanie said as she opened the door and greeted him. Stephanie was wearing a sexy shimmering low cut red blouse with a short black skirt. She had matching red four-inch heels. Even Stephanie wouldn't normally wear heels for a relaxed night at home. However, the wives' friendly competition was more than about snacks. Each one took pride when they hosted for what the other husbands might say when they returned home to their own wives. Husbands were always asked about what snacks were served and what the hostess was wearing. The goal with both was to make an impression. "Wow," Steve said, taken back by Stephanie's outfit. "Wow yourself," Tony added. "You're early," Tony added, shaking his friend's hand. "Want a beer?" "Yeah, sounds great Tony. Thanks." "You know daylight savings changed the clocks several weeks ago, right? I've never seen you this early before." "Funny," he said. "Carly's never had a sales night like she had over here on Wednesday." Tony and Stephanie both blushed. "What happened?" "Carly didn't tell you?" Tony asked. "Yeah, she told me everything," he said. Tony put both hands up. "None of it was my idea," he said playfully defensive. "I know," Steve said. "You were ambushed." "It was actually Carly's idea," Stephanie said, "and we were all drunk and it all got away from us." "That's what Carly said and I don't doubt it a bit, knowing her," he conceded. "Great night of sales though. It's amazing what she will do to make a sale." "No kidding," Tony said, immediately wishing he could take the words back. "We all good?" he asked. ""More than good," Steve said, patting Tony on the back and looking up and down Stephanie's physique. "More than good." Marco and Carl arrived a few minutes later, one after the other. "Hey Steve," Marco greeted. "What are you doing here? You never come early." "That's not what she said," Carl said, unable to resist. The men took their seats and began the game at the card table set up in the middle of the living room. Stephanie performed impressively as she served beer and the delicacies she created for the occasion. One of the great unspoken highlights of the monthly games was the food, and the excuse the food provided for the men to feast on the beauty of whichever wife was serving that month. Stephanie's secret goal was to serve in a way that would cause the men to think about her when they made love to their wives. For good reason, she was certain it might happen this month. Stephanie had arranged for the delivery of a keg for the occasion. Her handling of the mechanics and delivery of the beers to the table became impossible distractions from the game. She enjoyed the winks and smiles as she served. Tony enjoyed seeing the other men's admiration for his wife. They could look and fantasize all they want, but she was his to fuck. Tony felt confident with the cards tonight. The confidence may have been from being in his home, hosting the game. Maybe it was a residual affect of his performance with three women Wednesday night. Whatever it was, he played his hands more recklessly than usual. His overconfidence left him out of money earlier than he had ever experienced. After only an hour and a half of play, Tony was out of chips. "Damn," Tony said, frustrated at his uncharacteristic impulsiveness during the evening's play. With the night so young, the thought of spending the evening watching the other three inebriated men play with his money was excruciating. "Maybe I'll just go fuck my wife in the other room and leave you yahoos to play your game." Stephanie felt badly for Tony and would gladly take him to another room. She felt hot from flirting mercilessly with these four men. She was ready to put her suggestiveness into action. "What do you say men, should we go easy on our host?" Steve asked. He felt for his friend and saw an opportunity. He also cringed at the thought of being stuck in the living room playing cards with two men while Tony was fucking Stephanie in another room the way he had fucked Carly a few nights earlier. "What do you mean, Steve? He's out of money," Marco asked. "We all know the rules." "True, he's out of money," Steve agreed. "I just wonder if there is anything else he has that we might want and will let him wager with." Steve purposely looked up and down Stephanie's body with a smile, making his suggestion obvious. "Ah, no, I don't think so," Tony said. "Damn, I'm in," Carl said. Marco smiled at the idea. "What do you have in mind?" "We put in the usual ante for each game. Instead of money, Tony wagers one article of clothing from his wife. Very simple." "No, no," Tony said. "I don't think so," he repeated unconvincingly. "If Tony wins the hand, he gets the money. He builds his bank back up. Before long, he takes us for all we're worth like he's done so many times." Steve knew his friend's competitive weaknesses. He knew it would be hard for Tony to resist a challenge, especially being drunk on an evening marked by overconfidence. Tony and Stephanie looked at each other to read the other's face. She saw he wanted it, but she knew he wouldn't put her in a vulnerable position. "One more thing," Steve added. "Usual rules apply. If we let Tony back in, there's no getting out without him either winning it all, or running out of anything to bet." Steve smiled as he admired his own large pile of chips compared to Tony's scantily dressed seductress. "Come on Tony, you in?" Carl asked. "Let's get this game back going." Steve smiled at the pressure. "If he's not chicken, I'm OK with it," Marco teased. "What's it going to be Tony?" Stephanie could tell Tony was squirming with the dilemma. He loved her too much to wager her clothes, but knew that given the chance he could likely make something of it. She believed in him too. "He's in," she said confidently, breaking the suspense. "No," he answered reactively, looking surprised at Stephanie. "No, no, no." "He's in," she repeated lovingly. "It's my blouse, so it's my say. Now it's your bet, so deal the cards." She leaned over to kiss her husband, granting an open view for the men down her moist cleavage. "All antes in and on the table," Steve said. "You too Stephanie. Blouse on the table." "Nice try," Stephanie answered. "I'll give you anything you win. You win it, then it will be all yours," she promised. "Deal the cards." "Beer anyone?" she asked with a teasing tone in her voice. Hands went up around the table. The game had changed, and more beer was needed. Tony looked at Stephanie with grateful admiration. The first game with the new ante went to Tony. Stephanie felt justified, proud and spared. For almost the next hour and a half, the beer flowed, the cards dealt and the chips flew. Tony had played better than he had in his first round. However, Steve knew that the simple law of averages would probably slowly strip Stephanie of her clothes. It took an impressive 25 minutes before Carl won the hand that relieved Stephanie of her blouse and another 30 before Marco helped her skirt fall to the floor. Her new red lingerie left little to the imagination. She wore it to rock Tony's world with the plans she had for him after his game. She never imagined anyone else might see her in it, especially the three other men in the game. All four lusted at how her small lacy bra was no match for her large round breasts, not to mention the barely existent thong decorating her love box. Her matching four-inch heels with the lingerie kept the men distracted and rock hard. They played on, continually draining their beer mugs, so to enjoy the show of their almost naked hostess refilling them. It took another fifteen minutes after loosing her skirt before Tony ran out of chips. Steve dealt the next hand. Tony's three of a kind easily beat Carl and Marco's pairs, but was no match for Steve's straight. "That bra belongs to me," Steve said with a smile. "It's all mine." "Then it's time for you to take it," she answered as she walked over and stood in front of her best friend's husband. "The closure is in front." Steve reached up and took his time unclasping the bra. He opened the two cups wide, freeing her gorgeous tits for a close-up view. "Damn," Carl shouted admiringly. "Those have got to be the best I've ever seen." Stephanie blushed and the complement and exposure. "No touching," Carl said. "You won the bra, not her tits." "I'll take another beer," he requested with a smile. Another 15 minutes passed. The evening was getting late, and it wouldn't be long before the men would normally return home to their wives. No doubt the wives were eagerly waiting to hear what Stephanie had served and what she was wearing. At this moment she was serving more and wearing less than any of them had ever imagined. Tony's ambition and risks cost him. The game turned. With Stephanie's last piece of clothing at stake, Steve, Carl and Marco began working together to clean Tony out of his chips. They were every bit as determined to strip Stephanie of her last stitch of clothing as Tony was to buy her something new to put on. The men played their cards and Tony forfeited the last of his chips. Tony had no choice but to wager Stephanie's tiny thong. It was all he had left. Her high heels didn't count; the men liked the way she looked in them. There was no cashing out. There was no leaving the game. Steve's law of averages had worked and now her full exposure was on the line. If Tony lost the game, he would have to watch as one of these men removed the tiny thong down her long luscious legs. Steve wasted no time dealing the cards. These five cards were possibly all that stood between Steve and what he had hoped for when he let Tony back in the game. Tony had fucked his wife Carly with reckless abandon three nights ago. At least there might be the small consolation of seeing Tony's gorgeous wife as the prize of this new take on strip poker. Tony picked up his cards and looked at his hand. There was nothing. It was the worst hand he had seen all night. Tony wondered if Steve had dealt them on purpose. Unless something changed, Tony knew Stephanie's thong was as good as gone. He wife was about to be fully exposed to his closest friends, drunk with alcohol and lust. "I'll take four," Tony said, discarding all but a queen of hearts to the pile. "Not looking good for you or Stephanie," Steve said as he dealt four new cards to his friend while taking in the gorgeous view of Stephanie's near-naked body. Steve dealt the other men, and then himself, no one changing more than two cards. "Damn," Tony thought to himself. He looked at a pair of twos in his hand. Stephanie watched his face and knew it was all over. Tony looked around the room. The faces of the other three men looked satisfied with the cards they were holding. He knew the only chance of saving Stephanie would be through some drastic measure. "I raise the ante," Tony said boldly with a smile. "I say we go all in," he announced. "What do you mean?" Steve asked. Stephanie wondered the same thing. "Everything is on the table," Tony said. "We put it all out there: all the money, Stephanie's clothes, all of it." "We already have all your money and almost all of Stephanie's clothes?" Carl observed. "Let's say that if my hand beats any one of yours, then Stephanie gets all her clothes back. You can even keep all the money. If all three of your hands beat mine, then you three split the money. The one with the best hand removes Stephanie's last piece of clothing and you all enjoy the view of her serving us naked the rest of the night." "That's going to happen anyway," Marco said taking in another long look at Steph. "No, we said I could wager her clothes," Tony said. "We never said, if she lost everything she'd have to stay that way. I'm offering you a deal. With this one hand she either gets all her clothes back for the rest of the night, or she loses them all for the rest of the night. We put it all on this one hand." Steph suddenly felt like her chances just improved slightly, very slightly. "I don't know," Carl said as he looked down at his pair of twos. He had no way of knowing how close his hand was to Tony's. "Tony just picked up four cards," Marco added. "He's desperate, or he wouldn't offer this. Our chances are good. He's got nothin'. I say we go for it." Most of Stephanie's small hope dissipated. Steve realized the opportunity. He knew his friend well, and knew a bluff when he saw one. "Sounds good Tony, except," Steve paused for affect. "Except what?" Tony asked. "I say that if you want to up the ante, we go all the way," Steve answered with a smile, calling his bluff. "All in is all in. Just beat one of us, and you get it all: the money, Stephanie's clothes and Stephanie. However, if all three of our hands beat yours, then all of it comes to us. "That's what I said," Tony replied. "All of it," Steve repeated. "The three of us get all the money, Stephanie's thong, and Stephanie the rest of the night." Steve's words thickened the air with suspense. There was no question how the ante had just been raised. It wasn't just Stephanie's clothes or exposure on the line. It was Stephanie. Marco and Carl were surprised by Steve's boldness. They had enjoyed the entertainment of watching Stephanie's goddess body seduce them by her gradual disrobing. The cards in their hands suddenly felt like lottery tickets. Stephanie knew her striptease for the night might lead to some lustful play; she never imagined it might lead to her full submission to the fantasies of all the men in the room. Tony began to feel his plan was backfiring. His friend Steve called his bluff. Tony knew Steve had heard all about his wife Carly invading Tony's shower with her friends at Stephanie's party, insisting on having their way with Tony, and inviting him to have his way with them. Tony also knew Steve had fantasized about Stephanie. Steve was raising the bet for a chance to even the score and bring his fantasies to life. Tony weighed his options. If he beat just one other hand, Stephanie would get her clothes back, she would see him as her hero, and she would fuck him all night long. If he folded at this offer, it would verify his bluff and instantly strip Stephanie bare for the rest of the night. With Steve's lust, who knows what might happen then. If Tony lost the hand, his wife would be serving his friend's fantasies all night long. He knew she would do it for him and might even enjoy it. Steve had called his bluff. Tony had no choice. He had to play. "You're on," Tony said with a competitive smile. All eight eyes looked to Stephanie. Cold chills covered her body; her dark nipples tightened into large thimbles. Suspense and arousal intensified in the room, especially for Stephanie. Her own words to Tony from just a week before echoed in her mind: I will never say no. "Time to show your cards boys," she said, committing herself with a nervous seductive smile. Steve laid his cards on the table. "Full house," he announced as if declaring certain victory, "eights and nines." Tony expected a decent hand from Steve since he suggested the raised ante. Marco dropped three sevens with two irrelevant cards. "Three of a kind, sevens." "Damn," Tony thought to himself, while retaining his poker face. Stephanie shared his nervous disappointment. Steve looked admiringly again at Stephanie's voluptuous body, beginning to make plans. All eyes turned to Carl. "Sorry guys, just a pair of twos" he said laying down his cards, the twos were flanked by a meaningless three, ten and king. "Your turn Tony," Steve said. "The moment of truth. Put up or put up." Tony dropped his first two cards. "Pair of twos," Tony announced with a smile as if dropping a bomb. "Carl and I both have a pair of twos. His hand doesn't beat mine. I win." Carl's head dropped in disappointment. He felt like a kicker in a football game who just missed the field goal that cost his team the game. "Not so fast," Steve answered quickly, like a coach throwing a challenge flag on the field. "What are your other cards?" Tony laid down his four of clubs, six of diamonds and his beloved queen of hearts. "Pair of twos, queen high," Marco announced. Stephanie immediately knew what his words meant and what it would mean for her. "Oh, so close Tony," Steve said. "Carl has a pair of twos, king high. The king of clubs fucks the queen of hearts all night long." Steve enjoyed his prophetic double entendre. Carl felt vindicated. "Carl it's only right that you get to strip the prize of her last piece of clothing so we can get this party started," Steve added. Never Say No Ch. 02 Carl accepted the honor. He moved from his chair at the table and knelt in front of the statuesque beauty. He took hold of the small strings of her lacy thong and slowly pulled them down her long tan legs. The men let out small gasps of satisfaction at the sight of her neatly trimmed exposed snatch. Stephanie smiled nervously as she accepted her fate. Images of Tony willingly serving her friends three nights before flashed through her mind. There was no question what the rest of this night would hold for her. The question was not what was about to happen, but how she would choose to experience it. She could either go along by passively cooperating with the men's desires or she could take control as an insatiable vixen matching their combined lust with her own to make this a night no one would ever forget. There is a difference between being fucked by four men, and fucking four men into utter oblivion. Theirs would not be the only fantasies fulfilled tonight. She felt the lace drop to her ankles. She stepped out of the tiny fabric, leaving it and any inhibition behind. It was time to be every bit the prize they won. "Men, the night is ours, and so is she," Steve announced victoriously. "Time to leave it all out there. She's done when we're done." Steve words were more a statement to Tony than as instruction to the other two men. He relished reciprocating Tony's unrestricted attention to Carly a few nights before. It was now his turn. "That's good Steve," Stephanie spoke up as she ran her long fingers through Carl's hair in a way that brought his face perilously close to her moist snatch. She seductively stepped aside and began to stroll around the card table while running her hand across each man's shoulders. "The truth is boys, you'll be through with me long before I'm going to be through with you. Don't think I'll be done when you are. You'll be done when I am. That's a promise. No one leaves this house until I'm done with you." None of the men could believe what they were seeing and hearing from Stephanie, especially Tony. Her confident tone was convincing. Unlike Tony's last hand of cards, Stephanie wasn't bluffing. The tables had just turned. There was no question they would get everything they wanted from her, and more. Not only would she be their prize, they had just become hers. Stephanie tugged at Steve's shirt. "Come on boys, it's time to get undressed. You're about to get the fuck of your lives. That means you too Tony," she added with a wink to her husband. She leaned down to whisper a seductive tease into Steve's ear, "Hey Big Spender, I hope you are ready. There will be no 'one and done' with me." Steve blushed. His wife Carly affectionately called him "Big Spender," because she found his large dick satisfying, but their lovemaking rarely lasted more than a few minutes. Steve almost always gave quickly, was limp in seconds and asleep in minutes. He realized Carly must have shared her nickname for him with Stephanie, and the reason for it. Stephanie realized the opportunity. If they were never going to forget what was about to happen, she could give them an experience worth never forgetting. She smiled at the thought of tormenting Steve for as long as she could before finally taking him. She felt her own arousal grow at the thought of Tony and his friends having their way with her, and she having her way with them. "I know I've kept your dicks hard all night boys. It's time to show them for what they are and to give them what they deserve." All four men quickly shed their clothes and stood next to the card table with their rock hard dicks pointing to the ceiling. Stephanie took advantage of their awkwardness by taking control of the room. "Gather around me boys," she said. Stephanie picked up the card deck, shuffled the cards and handed the deck to Steve. "Let's have some fun with this. The cards got us this far; let's see where they'll take us next." She reached down to gently stroke the four large dicks surrounding her, two at a time, as she talked. "Everyone draw a card. Highest card wins. I get two minutes a piece on you in the order of cards, highest to lowest, and then we deal again. Aces high." Stephanie explained it like she had done it before and had been planning this all along for the four men. "I am confident you'll let me know when the two minutes are up for the others." Stephanie squeezed Marco and Carl's dicks. The men nodded in unison as they quickly picked and showed their cards. For the first time in several hands, Tony won with a jack, Marco had a 9, Carl a 4 and Steve a 3. "Damn," Steve said feeling impatient. Stephanie wasted no time downing Tony's familiar dick. The other men watched in awe at Stephanie's impressive skills, heightening their anticipation for their turn. Time passed quickly before the men's trio marked the end of Tony's two minutes. Stephanie moved her way to Marco, and the beginning of her servicing the three men other than her husband. She moved skillfully from Marco to Carl's dark dick, then finally to Steve. Stephanie was impressed with the breath and length of Steve's massive member. Carly had shared a lot about it, and now it was her chance to experience it. Just as Carly had taken Tony earlier in the week, it was her turn with Steve. Steve's dick was living up to its reputation. She didn't remember ever seeing a larger piece of meat on a man, and she could tell it was already on the brink of immediate orgasm. Steve had been hard for hours from Stephanie's constant seductive teasing while serving beers, then her gradual striptease to keep Tony in the game. "Oh fuck!" Steve shouted as Stephanie forced the big slab of meet into her mouth and down her throat. The head of his dick was hypersensitive to the assault of her lips and tongue. Steve struggled to stand, as Stephanie sucked his dick with purpose. She felt his member thicken with the fast approaching orgasm. She was determined to use the two minutes to bring him to the brink, but torment him by keeping him there. "Oh god, you're going to take me!" he yelled, ready to blow his load down her throat. "Time," the other men called out. Stephanie pulled off his throbbing dick. "Oh god, please don't stop. It's right there. Take it! Please take it!" His body squirmed. "Right there is right where I want it," she said. "Pick your next card men, we're just getting started." The men eagerly picked their next cards. "Yes!" Steve shouted, holding up an ace of hearts. The other men's cards couldn't compete. Carl had a 10, Tony a 6 and Marco a 2. Stephanie immediately recaptured Steve's throbbing dick into her mouth, this time gently caressing it slowly. Steve was in agony. He wanted to fuck her face with all he had. Her soft tongue and open mouth teased Steve's dick mercilessly. It felt as if a massive traffic jam of cum was building up in his dick, increasing pressure desperate for relief. Stephanie continued to gently torment Steve's dick with her mouth as she stroked Marco and Carl's dicks with her hands. "Two minutes," Tony called out. Tony was surprised at the pride he felt at Stephanie's impressive handling of the other three men, especially Steve. Steve was in agony. "Ahhhhh!" Steve cried out. He couldn't believe Stephanie held him off after two back-to-back turns. "Guess you'll have to wait for your next turn, Big Spender" Stephanie teased as she moved to Carl. The truth was, Stephanie was masterful at pacing all four men, keeping them on the edge of no return. "Time to change the game and up the ante," Stephanie said after the third round. "My pussy is wet, hot and ready to be fucked." All five smiled at her playful announcement. They followed her to the couch. "I say we change the game to Five Card Stud. Winner takes all and gets to call the shots. There is no time limit for the prize, and then we play again. Deal the cards boys. I can go all night and I'm ready to be fucked." Steve dealt the cards, wishing he had the opportunity to stack the deck. Carl won with a pair of jacks. "Damn right," Carl said. Stephanie turned to the winner and planted a big enthusiastic kiss on his dark lips. "How do you want to fuck me, Carl?" she asked. Carl laid her on her back across the long wide couch. He spread her knees wide, moving one foot high across the back of the couch, and the other planted on the floor. Her moist open pussy glistened as he knelt between her legs on the couch and moved his large tool into her. He was the envy of the other men as they watched his member disappear into her hungry snatch. Stephanie gasped as she received him into her. "Oh yes!" Stephanie affirmed. Carl's face lit up with a broad smile. "Damn, she feels as good as she looks." Tony could only agree. "Have at her boys," Carl said. "Her pussy is mine right now, but it doesn't mean you can't have your way with the rest of her." Steve immediately straddled Stephanie's abs and moved his massive cock between her ample tits. Marco moved in next to the couch so his dick hovered over her face. She gladly took it into her mouth. Tony watched as Stephanie masterfully served all three men with the entirety of her body. The three men developed a cadence, led by Carl's methodical deep movements in and out of her love box. Stephanie gasped in pleasure. Her body buzzed in her first experience at being taken by more than one man. The men were surprised to see her body respond so quickly. Cold chills covered her body, verifying her claims she was ready to be fucked. Her moans got louder with the imminent approach of her climax. The three men pounded her body harder in response. Her body shook as the orgasm melted her into the couch. "Yes!" Carl said at the seductress' response to his touch. His dick slid effortlessly in the lubrication of her cum. "Oh fuck, here I come," Carl announced. Stephanie handled all three men ravenously as tremors continued throughout her own body in delight. "Yes!" Carl yelled again as a river of cum poured deep into Stephanie's pussy. "Fuck!" Steve shouted as his own announcement of pending climax. Stephanie had teased and primed him all night in anticipation of this moment. A blanket of thick white cum poured over her chest. Steve pressed her tits tighter together over his massive dick as he continued to fuck them. Cum sprayed from his dick like a hydrant, covering her tits. "Oh God!" Marco cried in response to Stephanie's oral skills as the other two men continued to ravage her body. Marco passed the point of recovery and unloaded a large ribbon of cum down Stephanie's throat. Stephanie moaned in delight while continuing to pump his thick juices into her. The three men collapsed on the couch around Stephanie's painted voluptuous body. Tony was mesmerized by the beauty and performance of his wife. Stephanie smiled at the accomplishment. "Time to deal the cards Steve," she announced undaunted. "I'm just getting started." Steve moaned. "You're fucking kidding me," he said feeling spent. "I need a minute to recover." "I am fucking you," she said with an emphasis on the word "am." "There's no 'recovery,' here; no 'one and done" with me Big Spender. It's time to deal the cards. I'm ready for another game of poker and another fuck." "Damn," Carl answered. "You are insatiable." Stephanie smiled as she picked up the deck of cards from the table next to the couch. She shuffled the cards a couple times and cut the deck. "Five Card Stud," she said again. "Best hand gets the best fuck of their lives." She dished five cards to each of the four men. "I told you I could go all night, and fully intend to." The men looked at their cards with heightened curiosity. They also wondered if they would be able to keep up with this vixen. "Show me your cards gentlemen. I'm ready to play." The men had better hands this round, with Steve coming out on top with three tens. Stephanie looked up and smiled at Steve. "I'm all yours Steve, and you are going to be all mine." Steve felt his dick respond to her seductive confidence. She knew she was about to take Steve in a way Carly often hoped for. "How do you want to fuck me Steve? I am more than ready to take you again." Steve moved Stephanie to the floor in front of the warm fireplace. She knelt on all fours. Steve moved in to enter her pussy from behind. Just seeing her waiting ass and pussy in front of him, with her tits moving gently below caused his dick to harden again. She pushed her ass back against his growing dick. "That's what I want to feel," she said playfully. She felt him move in close with the head of his dick massaging her clit. "Fuck me hard Steve. Make me remember this tomorrow, because I am about to drain you." Stephanie's sexual boldness rallied Steve and the other three men, including her husband. She seemed insatiable, and for all they knew, she was. Stephanie gasped again as Steve obliged, pushing his massive dick into her. "Yes! Deeper. Yes!" Stephanie looked around the room as Steve pounded her from behind. "I see three cocks with my name on them," she announced playfully to Carl, Marco and Tony. "Bring those bad boys over here gentlemen. They belong to me." Marco, Carl and Tony all knelt in front of Stephanie, positioning their cocks in front of her. She took hold of Marco and Tony's dicks with her hands while consuming Carl's in her mouth. She could still taste the sweet combination of his cum mixed with the juices from her own pussy. All four men became lost in her mesmerizing seduction and touch. "Oh shit! Shit! SHIT!" Steve shouted. Cold chills covered his body as he filled Stephanie with his cum. He couldn't remember the last time he shot his load twice in such a short period of time. Stephanie rocked her body back and forth to drain him into her pussy as she continued her unrelenting oral treatment of Carl and hand jobs on Tony and Marco. She relished the feel of owning four men simultaneously. Carl arched his back as thick cum pushed its way through his worked over member. Anything Stephanie's pussy hadn't drained him of, her mouth was determined for. Stephanie buried her face into him, forcing the impressive length of his dick down her hungry throat. Her lips wrapped around him like a vice grip and her cheeks were concaved from the sheer force of her suction. She was thirsty to drink every drop of his thick delicacy. Carl held her head in his hands as he fucked her face, and as she drained him dry. The live porn of watching the other two men empty themselves into both ends of Stephanie left Tony and Marco defenseless to her skillful handwork. Stephanie sensed both were ready to give, and increased the pace of her action while retaining her mouth's suction on Carl. "Ahhhhhhh!" Tony cried out as thick ribbons of his first orgasm of the night covered the side of her face. Stephanie's grip around his dick intensified in response. "Yes!" Marco joined in as his dick began to paint the other side of her face with thick globules of white cum. She continued to pump both men relentlessly, covering her face with their cum until all four men were spent. Stephanie smiled as she sat back on her heals in the middle of the living room surrounded by the four exhausted well-serviced men. Her body was covered inside and out with cum from the first two rounds of sex. She walked over to the keg to pour herself a beer. Cum poured from her pussy and down the inside of her leg. "Can I get anyone else a beer" she asked. The four men declined, all catching their breath from the night's recreation. She looked up at the clock. It read 2:00. Stephanie emptied the full mug of draft down her throat. She walked back into the living room, rubbing her fingers through the hair of each man as she passed them, before sitting down in the center of the large couch. She picked up the deck of cards, shuffled them and cut the deck. "Five Card Stud gentlemen, aces high, winner take all." Epilogue Carly's 'girl parties' and the men's monthly poker game were never the same after the eventful week at Tony and Stephanie's. For Carly, the 'girl party' at Stephanie's became the standard by which all other parties would be measured. Requests for Carly to host one of her parties increased, as did sales. For the men, an interesting quandary arose as they went home to their wives and for when they served as future hosts of the monthly poker nights. Their wives all asked what Stephanie wore and what she served that night. Steve was eager to tell Carly about his generous offer to allow Tony to stay in the game, and how that led to a Stephanie's reciprocation of Carly's girl party. The other two men chose not to tell their wives about the outcome of the evening's last bet, but did share about Tony being allowed to stay in the game by wagering Stephanie's clothing. The pressure was now on when it was their turn to host. Tony and Stephanie's mutual promise to 'never say no' unleashed something new in them and took them to a new place as a couple. Their love and love life became an adventure. Possibilities became endless; moments became opportunities. Every fantasy became real because of their simple promise to never say no, or as Stephanie put it, to gladly always say yes.