Triad
By Gato Medio

Eighth Chapter: The Prize Draw

The day started very similar to the previous two
occasions when a poker round had been scheduled in the
evening. Helen served us breakfast in bed. Afterwards
there was light 'training', including a massage that
induced a horniness which resisted any number of cold
showers. At some time in the afternoon Cathy disappeared
into the kitchen to prepare sandwiches for the evening. I
wondered whether anyone would be interested in sandwiches
after having been told what the program for today
entailed.

While Cathy was slicing tomatoes and washing lettuce, she
could be heard reciting her by now customary litany, "I
need a fuck. I want a cock in my cunt. Or in my ass. Or
in my mouth."

"Don't despair," I comforted her, "you'll soon get one."

"So will you," came her retort, reminding me once more of
my predicament.

Because I had been busy worrying about what the evening
would bring, I had neglected to decide what Cathy would
be wearing for the night, something I had enjoyed very
much on the past two occasions. To compensate for this
lack of guidance, Cathy had decided on her own that she
would start the evening wearing the same clothes she had
been wearing at the end of the last poker meeting: none.
However, she thought it wouldn't be a good idea to answer
the door in her birthday suit.

This fitted perfectly into Helen's plan, which was that
Cathy would stay out of sight until our guests had been
briefed on the proposed program for the evening. Helen
volunteered to be the reception committee, provide the
necessary information, and in general act as the Master
(or rather Mistress) of Ceremonies.

I wondered what Helen would be wearing to receive my
friends, four men who had never seen her before. I should
have guessed. She had no intention of wearing anything
other than her black body stocking. I could imagine what
impact it would have on my buddies to be suddenly
confronted with this fantastic woman wearing an outfit
which looked like a second skin.

I didn't have to wait long. Hank was the first one to
arrive. He probably thought he had come to the wrong
house when Helen answered the door. "Hi, my name is
Helen. I'm a friend of Stan and Cathy's. They have been
kind enough to let me stay at their place. Don't be shy,
come on in."

It was wonderful to see Hank's face as he followed Helen
into the house. His eyes were firmly glued to her thinly-
covered behind. Hank's face was just one huge question
mark. When Helen left us on our own for a moment while
she went to the kitchen to fetch a beer for our guest, he
whispered, "Who's she? Where's Cathy? What happened?"

Helen returned with the beer and filled our glasses.
"This is Helen, a friend of ours. She's staying with us
for a few weeks. Cathy will join us in a while. We're
just waiting for everybody to arrive. Then Helen will
explain everything," I answered his questions in the
sequence he had asked them.

This was all the information I was willing to provide.
Helen was kept busy answering the door, fetching beer,
refilling glasses. Whenever she was out of earshot,
someone added his own set of questions to the list. When
she was present, my friends grimaced at me and I grimaced
back without trying to convey any particular meaning.

Seeing that they weren't going to get anything out of me,
my friends engaged in the game of undressing Helen with
their eyes, although there wasn't really any need for
this. All her wonderful features were clearly detectable
under the thin fabric. The image probably gave rise to a
number of wild fantasies, but I'm not able to say what
they were. Helen probably knew but didn't let on that she
could read their minds.

For a while I forgot my own predicament and felt really
smug. Wasn't I a fantastic guy? Who else would be able to
present his friends not only with his own wife but with a
second stunning female to look at?

When all players had arrived and were looked after as far
as liquid refreshment was concerned, Helen asked us to
take our seats around the poker table and then proceeded
to give us the long awaited explanation.

Helen introduced herself once more as a friend of the
hosts and let it shine through that she had been present
in the house during the previous two poker evenings - but
she never mentioned that she had been instrumental in
making them as unusual and as interesting as they had
been.

"I've noticed that you guys have a very interesting
approach to playing cards. Your evenings are a lot less
boring than the other poker rounds I've come across.
Let's face it: when men get together, the favorite
conversation topics are cars, sports, and sex - not
necessarily in that order. Playing cards comes way down
on the list. So I made Stan and Cathy some suggestions on
how to liven up your evenings a little more and they were
willing to give it a try."

Helen's admission that, of the three topics she had
mentioned, she knew only very little about sports and
cars, produced a certain anticipation. Could this evening
get even better than the previous two?

"So, today, you're going to give the cards a rest.
Instead we'll conduct a prize draw where everybody wins a
prize. Excuse me for a moment while I get the main prize
of the evening."

While Helen disappeared briefly, the guys looked at me in
utter confusion and amazement.

Their amazement increased when Helen returned with Cathy
in tow. Cathy had slightly changed her plan on what to
wear. She arrived with a large red ribbon around her
waist and another one crossing her body in a vertical
direction, passing from one shoulder between her breasts
and between her legs, and then back up again behind her
back. At the point where the two ribbons crossed, there
was an elaborate bow, just like on a gift parcel. Cathy
really looked like a large walking, breathing present as
she stood next to Helen at the top of the poker table.

"This is tonight's main prize," Helen resumed her
discourse. "Let me unwrap her for you, so you get a
better view." Helen cut the two ribbons with a pair of
scissors. The ribbons fell promptly away and left Cathy
standing there in all her naked glory.

"Let's pass her around so you can have a better look."
Helen gave Cathy a light slap on her bottom to send her
on a tour around the table. "You may touch her, if you
like."

There was no way any of my friends would ignore this
invitation. They got up from their chairs and inspected
every inch of Cathy's body thoroughly - with their eyes
and even more so with their hands. They had seen Cathy
naked at the last get-together, and they had fingered her
pussy during the first of this extraordinary series of
evenings, but there was nothing wrong with repeating the
experience. Cathy's progress around the table was
extremely slow because of the time each one of my friends
took inspecting her tits, her ass and her pussy.

And Cathy? The woman who had declared that it gave her
the creeps when men looked at her even when she was fully
dressed, the one who had said that she didn't want my
friends to peek at her pussy with their greedy eyes? She
enjoyed all the attention she was getting to the full.
She was all smiles and giggles when hands passed over her
smooth skin; she shrieked when they pinched her nipples;
she gasped when fingers passed along her slit and some
even poked inside her for a while.

Watching how Cathy submitted so wantonly to my friends'
caresses got me more and more excited. I was ready to
grab her, bend her over the table and fuck her there and
then. The only thing which held me back were my good
manners.

When Cathy finally returned to Helen's side, Helen
resumed her role as the Mistress of Ceremonies.

"I want each one of you to write his name on a piece of
paper and hand it to me. The names go into this bowl
here. I have already prepared another bowl with four
slips on which I have written the four prizes."

When all the men had given her the requested slips, Helen
put them into the bowl and then blindfolded Cathy. She
guided Cathy's hands, one into each bowl and told her to
pick one slip from each of them.

After the blindfold had been removed, Cathy unfolded the
slips she had picked and announced, "The first winner is
... Bill. And the prize is ... Cathy's mouth."

There were cheers and approving murmurs around the table.
Helen asked Bill to take a chair at the front of the
table so that everybody could watch. It soon became clear
that Bill's cock was ready to go - it probably had been
for some time. I imagined that everybody else's dick was
in an advanced state of excitement too, just like mine
was.

Cathy made a show of sucking this cock with the knobby
head. She did it not only for Bill's enjoyment, but also
for the enjoyment of everybody watching and, not least,
for her own. Cathy made an effort to make this blowjob
last longer than the last time her lips and Bill's cock
had met. She spent a long time kissing and licking his
balls and then his shaft before she moved up and circled
her tongue around his cock head.

By this time Bill was already noticeably excited. He
pushed her head down on his cock. Cathy opened her mouth
willingly and swallowed Bill's entire cock. Her head
bobbed up and down as Bill groaned and grunted. This time
Cathy didn't release Bill's dick until she had swallowed
the last drop of his cum.

There was roaring applause from the audience as Cathy got
up and let Helen blindfold her again for the next draw.

The second winner was Tim and his prize was Cathy's ass.

The guys started hollering as Cathy bent over the poker
table and stuck her rear invitingly up in the air. For a
moment I thought Tim might ask Cathy whether she was
really sure she wanted to do this, but he didn't. Either
he was certain that he would get a resounding yes, or he
didn't want to take the risk that the answer might be
anything other than one hundred percent affirmative.

Helen made sure that both parties were well lubricated,
then she gave Tim the start signal. I have fucked Cathy's
ass quite a few times - mostly during the last few weeks
- but I had never watched anyone else put his cock in her
rear. My eyes switched constantly between her ass which
was being penetrated by Tim's hard rod and her face which
showed how much she was enjoying herself. I guess, apart
from being fucked in the ass by a man who seemed to know
what he was doing, she also derived a great deal of
pleasure from displaying her wanton lust to everyone who
cared to watch.

Tim really knew what he was doing. He varied speed and
depth of penetration as it suited him. At times he would
fuck Cathy fast and furious and made the onlookers think
that it would all be over within seconds, then he would
let things cool down and slid in and out of Cathy with
slow, almost languid movements. Cathy wasn't interested
in a slow comfortable screw. She wanted it hard and fast
and spurred Tim on, "Come on, give it to me. Show me what
a fantastic stud you are." Tim didn't remain deaf to her
goading and picked up speed again until it became clear
that he had just come in Cathy's ass.

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With two of the prizes already awarded, Helen suggested a
break to do justice to Cathy's talent as a creator of
unusual sandwiches. Everybody agreed, even the two who
were still waiting to find out what their prizes would
be. The men invited the two women to pull up chairs and
join them around the table. Women at the poker table had
until then been something unthinkable, but the
circumstances were somewhat extraordinary - and so were
the women in question.

When everybody's hunger had been satisfied, all leftovers
cleared away and the beer glasses refilled, Helen resumed
her role and blindfolded Cathy for the third draw. This
time Hank was the lucky winner and his prize, as Cathy
joyfully declared, was 'Cathy's cunt' - I'm sure it
actually said pussy on the slip but she apparently
considered cunt more appropriate.

Cathy didn't hesitate for one moment. She sat down on the
table, got hold of her legs and then leant back. This
left her lying on her back, her feet on either side of
her head, while she was holding her folded-over legs
spread. Her pussy was waiting to be fucked.

Hank had been ready from the moment Cathy had announced
his name. He dropped his trousers and stuffed his cock
into Cathy's eager hole. He seemed in a hurry. Maybe the
wait had been too long for him. Hank lacked the subtlety
which Tim had demonstrated, he just wanted to fuck, and
that was all. Cathy didn't seem to mind. She welcomed
Hank's cock as warmly in her pussy as she had welcomed
Tim's prick in her ass and Bill's knob in her mouth.

This was when Eddy and the other onlookers started to
wonder what the fourth prize would be.

"It's going to be a hand-job," Bill teased Eddy.

"No. I think, it's going to be free choice of all
available options," Eddy countered.

Tim looked suggestively in Helen's direction. That gave
them food for thought. Could it be that Helen would be
offering herself as the fourth prize?

The mystery would be solved soon after Hank had squirted
his spunk into Cathy's pussy.

There was no longer any need to blindfold Cathy - each
bowl only contained one remaining slip. The anticipation
grew after Cathy had announced that the fourth winner was
Eddy. That didn't surprise anyone, but they wanted to
know what his prize was.

"Stan's ass," Cathy read from the last slip. A gasp went
around the room. I didn't have the courage to look at any
of them. My eyes were firmly fixed on a stain on the
carpet, but I could feel my friends' eyes on me.

"Holy shit!" Eddy exclaimed. "Is this ironic or what?
Everybody else has a wife at home and wins sex with a
woman. I haven't got anyone at home, and what do I win?
Sex with a guy!"

I could understand Eddy's outburst. Given the choice I
would have preferred Cathy over any guy - including the
most handsome Hollywood actors. But, from what Eddy said,
it became clear that he wasn't going to reject his prize.
At least I would be spared the indignity of being a prize
which nobody wanted.

The best way of dealing with my embarrassment I could
think of was to get the whole thing over with as fast as
possible. I dropped my trousers and bent over the poker
table. Helen was at hand to lubricate my rear. I braced
myself for the onslaught, but I didn't feel any regret. I
wanted this. I wanted to do it for Cathy - and for Helen.
I wanted to show them that I was a real man. One who
could take a cock up his ass just as well as he could
stick his dick into a woman's behind. Or her pussy. Or
her mouth.

I remembered that Eddy was the guy whose cock was curved
like a saber. I wondered briefly whether that was a good
or a bad thing as far as the next minutes were concerned.
I still don't know the answer to this question because,
so far, Eddy has been the only one.

I had been sporting an erection for some time, but my
cock seemed to get even harder as Eddy fucked me. Was it
okay to enjoy this? Wouldn't it create the wrong
impression? What wrong impression? That I was able to get
enjoyment out of many different forms of sex? That
wouldn't be a wrong impression, that would be the truth.

Eddy groaned as his excitement mounted. He pushed faster
and deeper into my ass. Then I felt his cum stream into
my rectum. I remained motionless, bent over the poker
table as Eddy withdrew his cock from my rear and got
dressed. I didn't turn around to say goodbye when my
friends got ready to leave.

Helen, as the Mistress of Ceremonies, and the only one
who could be described as dressed, saw everybody to the
door. I still hadn't moved when she returned. My feelings
about what had happened were all in a jumble. I wasn't
sure how to face Cathy.

"Why don't you strike the iron while it's hot?" I heard
Helen say, apparently to Cathy.

Then I felt something hard and smooth being pushed into
my rear. I turned around and saw that Cathy had strapped
on a dildo which she was pushing into my ass.

"Relax, I won't harm you," she said as she pushed deeper
inside me.

My own wife was fucking my ass with a plastic cock! Was
there any more a man could wish for? I pushed my rear
back towards her. I wanted her to fuck me deep and hard.
Just thinking about it could blow my mind. Would I be
able to climax from her fucking me? My cock was rock-
hard, but I doubted that the stimulation would be enough
to make me come.

"My cock," I said, "someone suck my cock, please."

"Cathy will take care of your cock in a moment. But first
she's going to fuck your ass."

That destroyed any hopes that Helen's role might extend
to helping me climax.

Cathy kept pounding into my rear. I realized that she was
doing it more for her own benefit than to please me. But
she didn't ignore my needs altogether. One hand reached
around to my front and stroked my cock. It felt
fantastic, but I didn't want to come. Not now, not like
this. I wanted to come in her mouth, or her ass, or her
cunt. Any one of the orifices which had already been
visited by my friends would do.

After Cathy had reached the satisfaction she had been
striving for, she undid the straps of the dildo, but left
the cock implanted in my rear. Then she crawled under the
table and took my cock into her mouth. The touch of her
soft lips made me swoon with delight. And, to my
surprise, the movement of the cock in my ass continued. I
soon realized that Helen was standing next to me and kept
pushing the dildo in and out of me.

This was more than I could take. My balls could no longer
resist the excitement. My cock shot jets of hot cum into
Cathy's mouth. Cathy swallowed it eagerly and sucked my
cock until there wasn't a single drop left.

                    To be continued