The next thing I heard was the click as she hung up. Shit! No nookie for me tonight, unless I can get some from Nancy.

That got me thinking about her, and about what might be going on back at my house right now. A look at my watch told me it was a little after 9:30, nearly two hours since I left the guys alone with Nancy. I had told her it would be a long night, and the guys were undoubtedly counting on having her to themselves for at least another hour.

I tried to think how far we had gotten with Cindy a week ago after two hours. I could only guess, because I wasn't watching the time that closely, but I was sure she must have already straddled Tom, that time she was bucking her crotch against him, and he had his hands up inside her sweater. It was nearly eleven o'clock when I got home that night, so it had to be later than 9:30 when we started fucking her.

So, how far would they have pushed Nancy by now? Surely there had to be some hot kissing going on, unless she had gotten mad and kicked them out altogether. I tried to imagine her straddling Tom, the way Cindy had straddled him last week. Oh, yeah, I could really picture that; Nancy's ass pumping back and forth as she pounded her crotch against Tom's rock hard cock. I unconsciously dropped my hand between my legs as I thought of her moaning through her passionate kiss.

Now I was imagining her on Bob's lap, straddling him. She wasn't wearing her blouse any more, and he was squeezing and pinching her boobs through her bra. She threw her head back and screamed as she humped against him. She wrapped her legs around him and clamped her pussy hard against his bulge as she shuddered her way through an orgasm.

I hadn't seen her with Pete yet and I knew, as I rubbed my jerking cock, that I needed to see that. Oh, yes, there she is, climbing on him in her bra and panties. The bra doesn't last long; he unhooks it and she frantically tears it off her body and throws it away. Then she reaches down and unzips him. Oh, God! She's taking his cock out! I unzip myself and take my cock out at the same time. She can't believe how long his cock is. She's jacking her hand all the way up and down it. He shoves a hand down inside her panties and starts rubbing her. She's screaming again; then he reaches all the way under her and shoves a finger up into her cunt. They both come; he's squirting all over her belly, her tits, and up to her face. I'm squirting, too.

Man, what a mess! I had cum all over my steering wheel and dashboard. It was starting to drip down onto my pants. I quickly opened the door and slid out of the seat. I was standing in the street next to my car, and my cock was still hanging out, but fortunately I was on a side street with no traffic. I looked around to to be sure no one had seen me, then shoved my peter inside my pants and zipped up.

Fortunately I had an old rag in the trunk, so I was able to take care of the worst of the gooey stuff; at least enough to stop the dripping. Then I drove, with sticky hands, to the nearest filling station, where I was able to clean myself up in the restroom and finish cleaning the car with wet paper towels.

It wasn't until I drove away from there that I realized I still had an ache in my belly and an itch in my balls. Coming once while thinking about Nancy coming wasn't going to to it for me. Imagining what the guys might be doing with her wasn't going to be enough. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to really, really, see for myself.

I drove home, slowing down as I passed the house, but not turning into the driveway. Yes, the guys' cars were still there. The sight of those cars gave me a new, and rather painful, erection. Shaking with erotic tension I managed to pull the car over to the curb a ways down the street. I jerked the door open and barely managed to restrain my impulse to run wildly back up the street to our house.

We have a six foot high gate at the side of the house, opening to a pathway that runs along beside the living room. There is a fireplace chimney there with a small window beside it. We don't cover the window because the six foot high side fence provides all the privacy needed.

Or, at least, it would provide privacy unless someone was in that pathway, and that is where I soon was. The fence and gate meant no one was going to see me from outside. I cautiously peered around the edge of the fireplace, hoping no one would see me from inside. Actually, I was pretty safe. The living room was brightly lit, and it was dark where I was. The window was acting almost like a one-way mirror. So long as I didn't move suddenly, or poke my nose against the glass, the chance of anyone even looking in my direction was quite remote.

Nancy and I had set up the card table in the living room, and there were the three guys sitting around it. I could see Tom and Bob in profile, while Pete had his back to me. But I only just barely noticed them, because in the fourth chair, facing me, I saw Nancy. She seemed flushed, and was biting her lip. Why it took me more than a fraction of a second to see the obvious I'll never know, but it finally dawned on me that her shoulders were bare except for bra straps, and then that her chest was bare except for the cups that went with those straps.

I know I should have yelled and stormed the house and torn the guys limb from limb at that point, but I didn't. Instead I gasped, and reached down to grab my cock through my pants. I hung on for dear life, and only just barely avoided creaming my pants then and there.

Unlike Cindy a week earlier, Nancy wasn't holding any cards, and only the three guys were betting. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see them pushing chips to the center of the table. Then they put their cards down and Bob gave a whoop of delight.

Nancy seemed to giggle, then got up and sat on his lap. Unlike my fantasy, she didn't straddle him. Much to my disappointment, she sat with her back to me. But she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. It looked like a very passionate kiss. I saw his right hand move down from her waist to her butt, and start rubbing her there through her jeans. I couldn't see his left hand, but it seemed to be busy at her chest. Soon her whole body was twisting and writhing; her jaw moving up and down; her cheeks filling and collapsing.

Finally Pete leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder. That had no effect, so he gave Bob's arm a good thump. Bob looked at Pete, then tried to pull away from Nancy, but she was clinging to him and wouldn't let go. Pete and Tom finally got up and pulled them apart by force. Nancy's eyes never left Bob, and her tongue was poking in and out of her mouth, flicking at the air and at her lips.

Tom set her down firmly in her chair, and she slumped, her head coming to rest on the table. I could see her back heaving as she tried to get her breath.

Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out a bill, which looked to me like a Twenty, though I couldn't tell for sure. He then got up and squatted next to Nancy. He whispered in her ear, then reached out his finger and lifted her chin from the table. Using only a single finger on her chin, he turned her head to face him.

She lunged against him, and started kissing frantically. He let her do that for a few moments then moved his mouth back to her ear again. This time as he whispered he held the bill up in front of her eyes, then let the edge of it slide up and down her nose. She nodded, and stood up. He tucked the bill inside her bra, then moved his hands down to her waist. She was gripping his shoulders convulsively as he moved his hands onto her jeans and started stroking her thighs, her ass, and then her belly. Her pelvis was bucking back and forth as he slipped one hand down to her crotch.

He looked up and said something to her. She jerked her head back and moved her hands down to her belly. Suddenly her pants button was undone and her zipper down. Her hands went to his head and pulled it against the vee of her panties that was now exposed. I clearly heard the scream from her that followed.

After that she crumpled back into her chair. Bob stood up, grinned at the other two guys, and went back to his place. He pulled the pot over to his side, shuffled and dealt, and they started the next hand.

I was on a high unlike any I had ever imagine could exist. It was that instant in time when you feel your balls let go and your cock swell and you are starting to explode. Only the instant didn't pass. It went on and on while I watched Nancy with Bob. It hung there as I thought of Nancy sitting with her jeans still open, the vee of her panties still exposed. It went on and on as I waited for the next hand to end.

Suddenly it stopped. It stopped when all four heads jerked in unison, looking at the front door, faces ashen, with fear written on them all. An instant later Nancy leapt to her feet and, clutching her jeans, dashed into the kitchen. The guys looked at each other and then at Tom, who was closest to the door. Suddenly their heads jerked back to the door, and this time I could hear the pounding there.

Tom got up cautiously and went to look through the peep hole we have in that door. Then he pulled back, looking shocked, and pointed at Bob. Bob and Pete motioned that he should open the door, which he did, and Cindy stormed in.

She was yelling at Bob before she even got over the threshhold. She was yelling as she marched across the room. She was yelling as she approached Bob, who had stood up. She was yelling as she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. I could hear her yelling, and I could make out words that no proper lady would ever utter.

She finally ran out of steam, and all three guys tried to convince her there was nothing going on. They pointed at the chips on the table, and showed her they were each holding five cards. She asked something, and they shrugged. I think she must have asked where Nancy was.

Still suspicious, Cindy's eyes searched the room; then they homed in. With a shreik she lunged for the floor at the end of the sofa, and came up dangling a blouse. Bob gave up, hitting his forehead with his palms and collapsing into his chair, his face down in shame. Pete and Tom kept fighting, though. They came up beside her, one on each side, and were whispering urgently into her ears. It was a safe bet they were reminding her of last week.

I could have told them it wouldn't work. I wouldn't have been able to guess Cindy's response, though. She whaled off and slapped Pete. Then she spun around and slapped Tom before he had time to react. They each put a hand up to a burning cheek and just stared as she grabbed Bob's ear and physically yanked him out of the chair. Still holding his ear, she pulled him out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Tom and Pete were still standing there, shell shocked, with their hands on their cheeks, when Nancy poked her head through the kitchen door. I couldn't hear what she said, but they both nodded and left quietly. A moment later, Nancy came into the room, picked up her blouse and put it on, buttoned it up, and started cleaning up the cards and chips.

It was all over, so why, I asked myself, was I still standing outside my own house looking in the window. I finally decided to come home "early" and tell Nancy the problem turned out not to be as bad as I thought it was. I was about to open the front gate when I heard angry women's voices in the front yard. I scooted back to the window to see what was going on.

Nancy opened the door, looked puzzled, then let the women in. Oh, oh, more trouble. There were two of them, and I knew them both. They were Tom's wife Karen and Pete's wife Terry. So far as I knew, Nancy had never met either of them before. She had been willing to let me have my poker nights, but she hadn't had any interest in socializing with the other guys and their wives.

The three women sat down on the sofa and started talking, apparently very seriously. Karen and Terry exchanged a few cross words with Nancy, but on the whole the conversation seemed calm. I was bored by the whole thing, but I felt trapped. What if I tried to leave, and the women decided to leave at the same time? So I waited them out. After about twenty minutes the women all stood, and Nancy air-kissed the other two good-by. I watched from inside the gate as the two of the drove off together in one car.

I waited a few more minutes, just to be sure Nancy didn't decide to poke her head out the front door for some reason. Then I slipped out to the street and back to my car. I decided it might be suspicious if I came home immediately after Karen and Terry left, so I listened to music for fifteen minutes or so before turning the car around and driving back to the house. I noticed there was still one vehicle parked at the curb in front of our house, and almost drove by without pulling into the driveway. Then I realized that Cindy must have taken Bob home with her, leaving his car to be picked up some time later.

That left one huge question mark. How was Nancy going to react when I walked in the door? There were several smaller questions swarming around that one. How much did she know about the whole scheme? What kind of a deal had she worked out with Karen and Terry? Obviously Cindy must have alerted them to what was going on, but how much would Cindy have admitted about what happened to her a week ago? Back to Nancy herself, how would she be feeling about what happened to her tonight? Would she feel like confessing to me? Would she feel frustrated and horny? If she knew or suspected anything about last week, would she throw that up in my face?

I almost backed out of the driveway and left when I realized how messy things were likely to be, but I knew I'd have to face it sooner or later. Maybe, just barely possibly, I realized, Nancy's behavior tonight might give me a bargaining chip, but that chip wouldn't be worth much if I didn't play it tonight. So I took a deep breath and opened the front door.

Nancy was sitting on the sofa, her head in her hands.

"Hi," I tried to say brightly, "the problem wasn't ..."

"Cut the shit!" she broke in. "There was no problem. You were just trying to get me fucked!"

She looked up, and I could see she had been crying. I sighed, and sat down on the end of the sofa, as far away from her as possible.

"There was no problem at work. That much is true. But I swear, Nancy, I was not trying to get you fucked."

"Of course you were! Why the fuck else would you go off and leave me with those three evil guys?"

"I agree that their plans for tonight were evil, and walking out that door was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, because I couldn't stand the thought of what they were going to try to do. But I had no choice. I had to leave."

"Bull shit! You had the choice of standing by me or deserting me, and you chose to desert me."

"Nancy, I know I probably can't convince you that I had no choice. It's almost impossible to explain. But I hope I can convince you that I was desperate to find a way out, and I was in despair because I couldn't. There was only one hope that I clung to. I was sure you loved me. I could only hope that I could trust you to be faithful to me, no matter what happened."

She burst into tears at that.

"Oh, Dick," she wailed, "I was so bad tonight. Don't ever trust me again."

"Of course I'll trust you again, Nancy, many times again if you will let me. And whatever happened tonight, I forgive you. It really wasn't your fault, because you were tricked."

I'm not sure I could have said that with a straight face if it wasn't that I knew she really hadn't gone all that far.

She thought about that for a while, and then said, "Dick, I can't bear to ever see any of those guys again. I can't bear to have you ever see them again. If you do, I swear, I'll leave you."

There are times in every marriage when you either have to put up or get out. I knew this was one of those times.

"You say you were bad tonight. They were the ones who were bad tonight, bad to you. I will never forgive them for that. I can't bear to ever see any of them again, either."

And that was the end of the poker parties.

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