I knew perfect well that they had done some things without needing to force her; I saw that with my own eyes. The question was how much, both before I called and after. But I wasn't going to be able to answer those questions without getting some information from her, or perhaps the guys, so I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

I overslept in the morning, and when I woke Nancy was nowhere around; not in the bed and not in the bathroom. I had a moment of panic. Had she left me? I staggered down the hall toward the front of the house, and heard noises coming from the kitchen. Thank God! Ashamed of my suspicions I snuck back to the bedroom, got dressed quickly, shaved, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. When I came out again she had breakfast ready.

"Good morning," I said, "I didn't hear the alarm go off."

"I turned it off," she explained. "You had to work so late I thought you would need a some extra sleep. Surely your boss will cut you a little slack if you come in late this morning."

I couldn't make up my mind whether she was being sincere or sarcastic, but I didn't have time to talk to her. I only knew I needed to get to work as quickly as possible, since my boss had no reason at all to cut me any slack. I wolfed down my eggs and toast and headed out the door with a coffee cup still in my hand. I did at least have the presence of mind to thank her and wish her a good day.

On my way home I was mulling over how I would get her to talk about what had happened last night, but she took charge of things the moment I walked in the door. She was sitting on the sofa, and told me to come sit down with her. I started to sit next to her, but she pointed to the other end of the sofa, fully three feet from where she was sitting. This was not a good sign.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I want you to tell me what happened a week ago when you told me you went to play poker," she responded.

Oh, oh, this sounded like real trouble. But maybe she's just fishing.

"Well, uh, I did lose some money, but it wasn't a lot. Only about ten dollars. Sometimes I win a little and sometimes I lose a little, but we never play for high stakes, so please don't worry about it."

"That's not the part I wanted to hear about. What else happened?"

"What do you mean? We played poker. We always play poker."

"Who's house were you at?"

"Bob's. Why?"

"Was Bob there?"

"Of course! We wouldn't have gone there if he wasn't there."

I sort of had my fingers crossed, at least mentally, when I said that. Bob really was there, naturally, when the game started.

She seemed to switch gears. "Were you here last night?"

"Huh? You know where I was last night. Is that what this is about? Are you mad at me for not being here?"

"No," she looked at me coldly, "I'm just trying to find out what you mean when you say things. Answer the question. Were you here last night?"

I sighed. "I was here part of the time, but not most of the time."

"Was Bob at his house last week – all of the time?"

I looked down at the floor. "No, he wasn't."

"What about Bob's wife. Was she there?"

"Yes."

"What did you and Bob's wife do?"

Damn! How much did she know?

"Cindy played poker with us."

"I see. Is that the only way she played with you?"

I decided to bluff. "What are you talking about? Did the guys try to feed you a line last night? What kind of bullshit did they give you?"

"I talked to all three of them separately," she said levelly, "and their stories pretty much agreed. Now I intend to hear your story, and find out how much you've been lying to me."

The jig was up. The guys had obviously spilled the beans, and lies were not going to help me now. Probably nothing would help me, but just possibly, if I was completely honest, Nancy might eventually forgive me.

"It's true," I admitted, "things did get out of hand. Cindy ran out of chips while we were playing, but she said she had a good hand, and she talked Tom into loaning her some. He said she would have to pay interest on the loan, and the interest was that she would kiss him."

I sighed. "That happened several more times, and each time one or two of us would loan her chips, and she would kiss us afterword."

"So, you're saying she kissed you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"How did she kiss you, and how many times?"

"Just once ... before the end. She sat on my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck, and it was a pretty passionate kiss."

"Passionate? Like french kissing?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"What happened at the end?"

"Tom started it, and I was kind of shocked. He and I each loaned Cindy ten points so she could match Pete's bet, and when we did Tom said something about 'big time interest' and Cindy said 'whatever'. After she won the hand he told her the big time interest was that she was going to spend five minutes alone with him in her bedroom. We could tell she was really horny by then, but I didn't think she would go that far.

"I was wrong. She just giggled and said something about going to get started. Then, as she was leading him by the hand, she turned and looked at me, and said, 'I suppose you get a turn as soon as Tom is done.'"

I turned and looked at Nancy with pleading eyes. "You can't possible imagine, no woman could ever imagine, how that made me feel."

"I can guess," she said dryly. "But I'm not sure I believe you. How could she get so turned on just from a french kiss? Are you sure you weren't doing more than that?"

"That's all I did," I explained, "but later she had another round with Pete and Tom after they loaned her chips again. Pete pushed her further by having her straddle him, with her body very close to his, if you know what I mean, and he was also playing with her chest. Then she straddled Tom and he had his hands up inside her sweater, and she was ... kinda pounding her body against his."

"You mean, like humping her pussy against his hard-on?"

"Yeah, you get the picture."

"And that was with Tom?"

I nodded.

"No wonder she was ready to go into the bedroom with him. Tom is one hot hunk. So ... what happened when they went into the bedroom?"

I laughed. "What, you think I was watching them? Not me; I was staring at my watch, trying to will it to go faster, and that was the longest five minutes of my life."

"But then, you did spend five minutes with her yourself, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes! But let me tell you how it happened. At the end of Tom's five minutes I went and knocked on the bedroom door, but there was no response. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. So I started pounding on it. I couldn't help it! I was out of my mind with desire by that time."

"I'll bet," she grimaced.

"Tom finally opened it, and he was only half dressed. I ducked around him, and I'll never, ever, forget what I saw. Cindy was lying naked on her bed, with her legs spread and one hand rubbing her pussy."

Once again I looked at Nancy with pleading eyes. "There was no way I could control myself then. I fucked her and we both came. Then I fucked her again and we both came again. I know you will never be able to forgive me for that, but I'm only human!"

Nancy was staring at me with her jaw hanging down. She finally snapped it shut.

"Are you telling me you came twice within five minutes?"

I nodded. "I know, it's unbelievable, but it's true."

"So how many more times did you fuck her that night."

I laughed. "None. Pete came in, and took his pants off, and when she saw him she forgot all about me."

"Oh yeah!" Nancy broke in. "I know the feeling."

I looked at her suspiciously. "It sounds like you need to do some confessing, too."

She nodded, looking embarrassed.

"Care to tell me what happened last night?"

"I guess I should," she sighed.

Of course I already knew some of what happened, but I wasn't about to admit I had been a peeping tom. So I pretended ignorance.

"Did you kiss any of the guys?"

She nodded again.

"Did you kiss them passionately?"

She bit her lip and looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes," she finally managed to whisper.

"When I called, it took you a long time to answer. What were you doing."

"I ... don't ... Please, do I have to tell you?"

"I told you about everything I did, including fucking. Were you fucking someone when I called?"

"No! No way! I mean, not really. I mean ... no, I wasn't."

"But you were doing something, right? Who were you doing it with?"

"Pete," she whispered.

"So what were you doing? Were you kissing him?"

"No. I mean, no, not right then."

"Was he touching you?"

"Yes," she shuddered. "I mean, sort of."

"Where was he touching you, Nancy?"

"B-b-between my legs. But he wasn't touching, exactly."

"So what was he doing, exactly?"

"He was kissing me, damnit! He was licking my clit, and kissing it! He made me come so hard! I was coming and coming, and finally he stopped, and when I calmed down I heard the phone ringing, and I jumped off the counter and answered it."

"The counter?"

"The kitchen counter. We were in the kitchen, and we were kissing, and then he lifted me up on the counter and had me lie down and he started kissing my thighs and I wanted him to kiss my pussy and he did!"

"But how could he kiss your thighs and pussy if you were wearing jeans?"

"Oh, well ... I ... I was letting the guys touch my panties. We would go into the kitchen and start kissing, and I would unzip my jeans and let them rub me ... rub my panties.

"Only," she shuddered, "Pete put his hands on my waist and pushed my jeans down to the floor before he picked me up."

"But you still had your panties on, didn't you? How could he lick your clit if you had your panties on?"

"I don't remember," she wailed. "I remember him kissing my pussy through my panties, but the next thing I remember is coming down from the orgasm and hearing the phone ringing. And it wasn't until after I talked to you that I realized I didn't have my panties on."

"So," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "you were lying on your back on the counter without your panties on, and you had an orgasm. Are you sure he didn't fuck you?"

"No, he didn't fuck me, ... then."

"Oh, so he did fuck you, later?"

"OH YEAH! Twice."

"So I guess we're even."

"Uh, not really."

"Why? Didn't you come when he fucked you?"

"Oh, God, YES. I came and came and came."

"Hmmm, so you're ahead of me because you came more often than I did."

"Yeah, that, too."

"That, too? What else?"

"Tom and Bob also fucked me."

"My God, Nancy! I sort of thought my call would remind you that you were married. You did all that after I called? Why?"

"Yeah, well your call came a little late. I mean, I was standing there totally naked and just coming down from an orgasm. Plus, Pete was right there drooling over me and listening to the call."

"He heard the call? I thought you said you wouldn't tell any of them."

"Well, not exactly. You asked me not to, but all I said was, 'Sure, I love you.' What was I supposed to do? I wasn't about to say, 'It's too late, Pete is right here ogling my naked body.'"

"I see your point," I sighed.

"So anyway, at that point Pete started hinting that you might have had an especially good time a week ago. I got suspicious and jealous and I don't know what all, and pretty soon I got mad, and decided I should get even if it was true.

"So when Tom won the next hand and claimed the right to take me to the kitchen, I pulled him to the bedroom instead. I hinted that I might give him a really special treat if he would tell me the truth about what happened last week. He told me a story that wasn't much different from yours. – Well, actually, he made it sound more like Pete was the one who started things, but both stories ended up the same way."

I waited, but she didn't say anything more, so I prodded her a bit.

"And then?"

"And then," she said quietly, "I really wanted to get even, and I let him fuck me. ... He's a very good lover."

"So, once you got even, why didn't you kick the guys out?"

"I thought about it," she nodded, but there were two reasons I didn't. The first was that, since you had fucked Bob's wife, I thought I should help him get even, too, though of course he probably didn't know about that part. The second was – after the fantastic orgasm Pete gave me, I felt like I owed him, too."

"But you said you fucked him twice. You didn't owe him that much."

"True, but Pete won the next two hands, and I wasn't going to stop without giving Bob his chance. Besides," with a sly grin, "after the first time with Pete, I knew the second time would be at least as much of a treat for me as for him."

"He really turned you on, didn't he?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Is he the best lover you ever had?"

"Oh, no. He's very, very, good, and he can do things no other lover has ever been able to do to me, but he's not the best. His cock is ... different, ... and that makes it very exciting, but no one can really fill me the way your big thick cock can. You're still the best."

"So short and fat is even better than long and skinny?"

"Oh, you're not too short," she laughed, "it's just that he is very, very, long."

"I know. I saw him with Cindy."

Nancy looked pensive for a minute, then changed the conversation.

"So where did you guys go two weeks ago?"

"Tom's house."

"Was he there, all evening?"

"Yes, he was, and in fact Karen, his wife, wasn't. That's when we put the whole scheme together."

"So, next week you'll be at Pete's house. Will he have an emergency at work?"

"That's the plan," I grinned.

"And you think you will be fucking his wife?"

"I'd say there's a good chance of it. As you now know, Pete is a bit wild. I don't know Terry all that well, but I get the impression she is as wild as he is."

"And the week after that it's Karen's turn?"

"You got it."

"OK, I got to fuck all three guys last night. I'll let you have your chance at the other two of their wives in the next two weeks. On two conditions."

WOW! I never imagined our talk would end this way!

"Sure, what are your two conditions?"

"First, that we agree this all ends two weeks from now. Second, that you keep me well fucked between now and then."

"You've got a deal!"

"Starting right now," she added.

Dinner was very late that night, and I did my best to keep her well fucked, night after night and week after week.

She did change her mind about the first condition four weeks later, but that's another story.

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