Playing the Advantage
                      (M+F, game, size)

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Who knows what four married guys might cook up if you put them
together without their wives around. Now, replace one husband with his
wife, and see what the three guys can do with the recipe.

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Poker seems to be a guy kind of thing. Three of my buddies and me love
to get together and play, but even though we're all married, none of
us has ever been able to get our wives interested in the game. So the
four of us used to get together whenever we could to enjoy an evening
of banter and wits and deception.

Over time we've settled on Tuesday nights, and now the ladies have
come to accept that every Tuesday night is poker night. So long as we
are attentive to them the rest of the week they don't seem to mind. To
keep things fair we rotate hosts, so about once a month each of the
gals has her home invaded for what can become a rather boisterous
evening, ending with beer bottles scattered around the dining room and
scraps of food on the floor.

The hostess usually sticks around, keeping us supplied with drinks and
goodies, but hiding in the bedroom the rest of the time. And we make
it a point to remind each other that the host is supposed to share
cleanup responsibilities with his wife. It all works out pretty well.

None of us are really serious gamblers. We're there for the
fellowship, not for the money. On a given evening we can figure that
we're not likely to win or lose more than five or ten dollars. So we
start the night out buying five dollars worth of chips at ten cents a
point, and divvy up the cash at the end of the evening. Whenever one
of us runs short we'll kick in another fiver.

One night we were at Tom's house, and his wife had, for some reason,
gone out for the evening. That left Tom with all the hostess duties,
but it also gave us an opportunity to get a bit more ribald than we
normally would when there was a lady in earshot. We always do a fair
amount of good-natured teasing, and at some point we started laying
into Tom.

"Hey, Tom, how come Karen didn't stick around tonight. I always enjoy
watching her bod when she brings stuff out for us."

"Yeah, and even better is watching her go back into the kitchen. I
don't have to worry about her catching me, and boy does she have a
nice ass."

Tom was starting to get a bit flustered, but that only egged us on.

"Do either of you two guys ever have the kinds of fantasies I have?" I
threw in. "I love to imagine Karen very seductively undressing herself
in front of me, and then saying 'If you want it, come and get it.'"

That was too much for Tom. "Two can play that game, Dick," he burst
out, looking straight at me, "Let me tell you some of the thoughts
I've had about your Nancy."

That did the trick. Bob chimed in, "Oh, yeah, Nancy is one hot chick,
isn't she."

"You said it," Pete threw in, "I'd fucking love to get her in bed some
time."

'My Nancy?' I thought. 'No way am I going to let any of these guys get
close to her.'

But now the floodgates were down, and the stories started pouring out.
It turned out we all had fantasies about our buddies' wives, and in
fact we had each fantasized at one time or another about all three of
the other women.

When the torrent of sexual dreams finally subsided, Bob leaned back in
his chair, looked at all three of us, and said "Holy shit!" That about
summed it up for all of us. We came to an unspoken consensus that it
was time to drop the subject, and we went back to the game.

But it kept eating at me as the evening progressed, and I'm sure the
others were feeling the same sort of thing. Sitting around the table I
couldn't tell about the other guys but I, for one, had a hardon to end
all hardons. So when Bob finally said, "I've got an idea," we were all
pretty sure we knew what the idea was about.

Sure enough he did have an idea, which involved the next four poker
nights, and since it included each of the gals one of those four
nights, we couldn't complain about its fairness. Jealousy was another
matter, but I figured three nights of sexy possibilities could make up
for one night of jealousy. Apparently the other three guys came to the
same conclusion.

Since it was Bob's idea, and his turn to host the next week anyway, he
proposed that we could start the plan at his house. We then spent some
time going over the details, but rather than explain all that to you,
I'll just tell you what happened the next week.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Before the night arrived, Bob made a point of bitching to his wife
about what Karen had done to us.

"Can you believe it, Cindy, Karen took off for the evening and left us
stranded. No one to bring us drinks, no one to make that special Chex
mix -- you remember how much I like it, and how you can never get her
to give you the recipe. Well, anyway, we all said we really wished she
was there. She was the hostess, for god's sake, she should have been
there."

Naturally Cindy took the hint. When we got to Bob's house she not only
greeted us, but was ready with a generous supply of tortilla chips and
the home made salsa that she's famous for. We settled down and started
playing, but during the third hand the phone rang, just as we had been
expecting.

Cindy took the call, then came out saying, "I hate to bother you, Bob,
but it's somebody named George, and he says it's urgent, that he has
to talk to you."

"It's always urgent with George," Bob grumbled, "I guess I'll have to
get rid of him. Sorry, guys."

We were impressed; he really put on a good act, like he didn't know
the call would be coming. So, anyway, Bob went out to talk to
"George", and came back in a couple of minutes looking totally shaken.

"This time it really is urgent," he reported. "We've got a hell of a
disaster at the office, and I'm going to have to go in. But I hate to
break up the game. What do you think, Cindy, would it be OK if the
guys stayed?"

"Shit, no," Pete said, "we don't want to bother Cindy, and it wouldn't
be the same without you, anyway."

But Cindy said, "Please, guys, you're more than welcome to stay.
Besides, if you leave, what'll I do with all the chips and salsa?"

We finally let her talk us into staying, as we had planned all along.
Bob kissed Cindy, and told her he knew he'd be gone for at least four
hours, so don't wait up for him. She told him she understood, and it
wasn't like this happened all the time.

As soon as he was out the door we settled down to play again, but we
had a problem.

"Cindy, we were in the middle of a hand, and it was Bob's turn to bid.
Can you sit in long enough to finish it for him?"

"Gee, I don't know much about poker, but I guess I could."

She picked up Bob's hand, studied it for a while, then frowned and
said, "Would it be OK if I bid this?" pushing out a blue chip.

"Sure," Pete said, "you needed three to call, so you just raised by
seven points."

Tom was next around the table, but he shook his head. "Pot's too rich
for me. I fold."

"Me, too," I said tossing my cards face down on the table.

"Not too rich for me," Pete proclaimed, "I'll match you and raise you
three more," pushing out a blue chip of his own.

We all looked expectantly at Cindy. "What am I supposed to do now?"
she asked.

Tom explained her choices. "You can fold right now, and lose what you
have put out, or you can match Pete's bid and then compare hands to
see who has the better one, or you can match, and raise again, to see
if Pete is willing to go even higher. But to tell you the truth," this
in a stage whisper with his hand cupping his mouth so Pete couldn't
read his lips, "I think he's bluffing."

"What should I do if he is?"

"Well, you definitely don't want to fold. Either put in three white
chips to call his bid, or raise him. If you call and he has a better
hand than you do, you lose. If you raise, and he gives up, you win
even if he does have a better hand."

"OK, I'll raise. Here's three to match you, and three more to raise,"
pushing out six white chips.

Pete shook his head. "Tom's right, I was bluffing. I don't want to
pour any more money into this shitty hand, so I'll fold."

This was all exactly as we had planned it. Let Cindy win the first
hand, and hope we could keep her interested. Now for the hard part.

Tom grinned at her. "I don't know if you realize what you just did,"
he said, "that pot was worth at least four dollars."

"And," I threw in, "we'll promise not to tell Bob you won it, so the
money's all yours."

"Of course," Pete added helpfully, "four dollars isn't all that much,
but if you'd like to keep on playing, you might be able to walk away
with a whole shitpot full of money."

"Hey, that's a good idea," I tried to sound as if I'd never thought of
it before that moment. "I mean, not that Cindy walks away with a lot
of money, but that we let her play."

I turned and looked directly at her. "You see, Cindy, poker's a lot
better game when four are playing than when just three are."

"You better believe it is," Tom nodded. "Please, Cindy, won't you play
with us? I know you probably don't care about the money, but it would
mean a lot to us if you would."

Cindy was looking at the pile of chips she had just raked in. Maybe it
was just my imagination, but looking across the table at her I thought
I saw greed in her eyes. It could be she was a gambler at heart.

Whatever her thoughts were, she finally looked up, smiled brightly,
and said, "Sure, I'll play."

It turned out she was a fast learner. Of course she didn't know the
odds like we did, but it didn't take her long to get a good idea of
the value of her hand, and to discover what would beat what. She even
started getting the hang of bluffing, though we spotted a couple of
mannerisms that tended to give her away. We intentionally let her win
a few hands, but she won a couple on her own, too.

However, knowledge, experience, and collaboration will win out in the
end, so in something under an hour the pile of chips in front of Cindy
was nearly gone. Meanwhile, I'd been quietly slipping threes out of
the deck, and when I had all four of them, and the deal, I was ready
for the next step. I slid the threes on the bottom of the deck, and
that's where I dealt Cindy's hand from. The guys gave me knowing
grins, but she didn't notice.

You should have seen her eyes, though, when she picked up her hand.
And the tremor in her voice as she forced the bidding higher on the
second round was something to remember. Tom dropped out quickly, but
Pete and I kept going, until she finally pushed in her last three
chips.

I matched her bid, but then Pete looked straight at her and said,
"I'll match, and raise you five," pushing out an extra red chip.

Cindy's face went white as a sheet. "I, I, don't have any more, but I
really, really, can't drop out. What can I do?"

Tom came gallantly to her rescue. "Do you really think you have a
winning hand?"

When she nodded he went on, "OK, I'll stake you, for the five and
anything more you need, but if you win you have to pay me back at the
end of the hand."

"Of course! Oh thank you, Tom!"

"But there's a problem," he went on, "because if you lose, you'll be
out of the game and I won't get my chips back at all. Now you may be
sure you'll win, but I can't be sure you will. So there's a lot of
risk in this for me. Do you understand?"

Cindy nodded again. "Yes, Tom, I do. I'm really going to owe you for
this."

He gave her a crooked smile. "Oh, don't worry about that, because I'm
going to ask for some interest on this loan."

She frowned. "You mean like an extra chip or two back?"

He laughed. "No, something more interesting than that. Something you
can pay whether you win or lose."

He leaned over close to her ear. "The interest is, you're going to sit
on my lap, and kiss me."

"Tom! I couldn't do that! What would Bob think?"

His eyes were now only inches from hers. "Bob is never going to know.
None of us is going to tell him."

Cindy tore her eyes away from Tom's long enough to look quickly at
each of us. We both nodded solemnly. Then she took another long look
at her hand, and an even longer one at the huge pile of chips in the
middle of the table. Finally she bit her lip.

"OK, if you will all promise never, ever, to tell."

Tom stared deep into her eyes as he slowly slid the red chip over
toward her, and she reached out blindly to take it, her eyes locked to
his. Then she broke the spell, pushed it into the pot, and said, "I
call."

I threw up my hands. "OK, I'm convinced. You must have one whale of a
hand. I fold."

"I have just got to see what you really have," Pete said, laying his
cards down, "because I damn well know I have a good hand. Full house,
Queens over fives."

Tom and I whistled.

"Not as good as what I have," Cindy burst out, "four of a kind!"

Triumphantly she raked in the chips, then slid a red one over to Tom.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked.

She flushed, then slowly got up, turned her back to him, and sat on
his lap. With a quick motion she leaned torward him and gave him a
short peck on the mouth. Then she started to get up.

"Hey!" he said, "that's not a real kiss."

He grabbed her around the chest with both arms to keep her firmly on
his lap. She struggled, but he was too stong for her, and she didn't
really struggle all that hard.

When Cindy stopped fighting him, Tom grabbed her left arm with his
right hand, and moved his left hand up to her neck. Then he slid it up
to her left cheek, and gently turned her face so her mouth was facing
his again.

"Now, let's do it right."

He held the kiss for quite a while, but it didn't look like he tried
to use his tongue or anything. And she seemed to be only tolerating
it, and not responding at all. Then it was over. She went and sat
down, and we continued the game.

Once again we started whittling away at Cindy's chips, and once again
the time came to play our little trick on her. This time Tom was the
one who pushed the bid up beyond her resources, in fact ten points
beyond, but she was hooked. One way or another she had to win that
hand.

She looked at Tom, but he shook his head. "No can do. I'm trying to
beat you this hand, remember?"

She turned to Pete, who said, "I'm good for five points, but you know
there's going to be interest." She nodded.

"All right," I put in, "I'm good for five too, same deal." Once again
Cindy nodded.

"Just one thing," Pete added, "no struggling this time, and you have
to look like you're enjoying it."

"No struggling," she agreed.

"Same here," I emphasized, "and like you're enjoying it."

"I'll try to enjoy it."

Cindy definitely looked like she was enjoying raking in the chips, and
she didn't hesitate long before getting up, turning, and sitting on
Pete's lap. The kiss was even longer than Tom's earlier one, and from
the movements of their mouths it appeared to be getting a bit
passionate.

Finally she broke it, gave him a very tender look, then got up and
walked around behind his chair to my side of the table. The truth is I
was more than a little embarrassed to have her sit on my lap, because
I didn't want her to be totally shocked by my boner. But if she felt
it when she sat down, she gave no sign. Instead she melted against me
and started kissing.

There was no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying it. Cindy had
wrapped her arms around my neck, and was rubbing her chest back and
forth against mine. Soon our mouths were both open, and I slid my
tongue past her lips. She used her tongue to play with it, then pushed
into my mouth. All too soon Pete started protesting.

"Hey, man, cool it. That's no damn fair. You're getting a lot more
than I did."

So we separated, and Cindy went somewhat reluctantly back to her
chair.

After that it was like we were playing a new game, or perhaps a game
within a game. The poker became just a framework for the game of
sexual cat and mouse. The only chips that really mattered were the
ones stacked in front of Cindy. That stack grew and shrank, but mostly
it shrank.

It finally dropped below 25 points, and then she started bidding
wildly on the next hand. I hadn't seen anyone deal from the bottom of
the deck, so maybe she had gotten lucky, or maybe she was bluffing. I
had zip in my hand, but I decided to play along with her. Well into
the second round of bidding she shoved in her final seven white chips,
matching the five I'd raised her and raising two more.

"I'll see your two," I said with a fiendish grin, "and raise you ten."

"But I don't have any more."

She turned and batted her eyes at Tom. "Tom, can you help me out?"

"Oh," he drawled, "I suppose I might be able to loan you five. Same
conditions, of course."

Cindy nodded, and turned to Pete. "How about you, you big stud?"

"You're on," he blurted out, and pushed over a red chip.

"In fact, how about if I give you two more points so you can get ahead
of him? Of course I'll be expecting a little extra ..."

"You are a doll, and I'll definitely show my gratitude."

She pushed the twelve points out wordlessly, and looked expectantly at
me.

I shrugged and said, "There's no way I can win with them bankrolling
you. I might as well fold."

As Cindy handed the red and two whites back to Pete, he said, "Now,
about that interest ..."

"Of course," she smiled, "I'm on my way."

But as she turned to sit on his lap, he said, "No, sit facing me."

She seemed puzzled, so he explained, "Straddle me."

"Ohhhh."

Cindy's mouth made a big circle as she drew the word out. She was
wearing pants, so she just turned around to face him, spread her knees
apart, and slid onto his lap, sitting on his knees.

"Get your goddamn ass in a little closer," he said, reaching around
behind her to grab her cheeks and pull it toward him.

Her body slid up against his, with her crotch nestling against his
belly. I would have been willing to bet she could feel something hard
between her legs, and a sharp gasp from her tended to confirm that.

His hands went up to her back, and pulled her mouth against his. She
shivered, wrapped her arms around his neck, and started kissing him.
His hands slipped around her rib cage to her chest, and he was soon
squeezing her breasts through her sweater. She moaned, and kissed him
ever more frantically.

It didn't seem like they were likely to stop on their own, so Tom
called out, "Hey, my turn!"

Even that had no effect, so I reached over and tapped Cindy on the
shoulder. She came up for air long enough to see what I wanted, and I
signalled with my eyes that she should look at Tom.

"Oh," she said a bit shakily, "I forgot. ... I guess now I'll have to
pay for forgetting, right?"

"You better believe it," he spat out. "Now you have to straddle me."

Cindy seemed more than willing to comply, and slid her own body tight
against his without any need for his help. And when he started playing
with her tits through her sweater she started something new. Her mouth
was locked on his, but her ass was moving back and forth, back and
forth, pounding against his belly. It was obvious that she must be
using his giant cock to apply some friction to her pussy through their
clothes. When he slipped his hands up inside her sweater she started
wailing and pounding her ass harder and faster.

A tap on the shoulder had no effect this time, so Pete and I had to
pull them apart physically. We finally got her seated again, but her
mind was clearly not on the game. Pete had already started sneaking
nines out of the deck, and as soon as he had all of them he hit her
again from the bottom of the deck.

My side of the table was still a little light from the last time Cindy
had beat me, so I dropped out immediately. But Tom and Pete helped
Cindy push the pot up until there must have been more than a hundred
points in it. When Cindy raised with her last blue chip, Tom shook his
head and dropped out. But Pete matched it with a blue of his own, then
staring intently at her added his last blue and two reds.

"Twenty points?" she gasped. "Guys, you're really going to have to
help me here this time."

"OK," Tom assured her, "but it's going to cost you big time."

"Whatever you say, it'll be worth it," she admitted.

Tom looked at me. "Shall we split it?"

I nodded, and we each chipped in ten points to keep her alive.

"That's it for me," Pete declared. "I thought I had a decent hand, but
it's just three aces."

"That's no match for my four nines, so it looks like I take it all,"
Cindy gloated.

"Not quite all," Tom reminded her. "You owe Dick and me ten points
each ... and that big time interest we discussed."

"Just exactly what did you have in mind?"

"What I had in mind, and what we are going to do, is that you and I
are going to go to your bedroom, and spend five minutes there alone."

"Tom! You are a naughty, naughty boy!"

She tried to look shocked, but then she giggled, taking all the sting
out of the remark. "Well, I guess we'd better get started."

As they headed to the bedroom she turned to me and said, "And Dick, I
suppose you get a turn as soon as Tom is done."

That has got to rate as the longest five minutes I have ever spent in
my life. The very second my watch said the time was up I was pounding
on Cindy's door. Out of my mind with passion, I had no sense of
decency left at all, so I grabbed the knob and twisted it. Foiled!
They had locked the door, so I just kept pounding.

It took a while, but I finally heard Tom's voice from inside.

"All right, all right, I'm coming."

After a few moments more, he opened the door. He was only half
dressed, pants pulled up and buckled but with his fly hanging open,
shirt thrown on but not buttoned or tucked in, and his shoes in his
hand.

But that was nothing to the sight that greeted me once I got past him.
Cindy was lying naked on her back on the bed, legs spread apart and a
hand on her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partly open
with a look of total bliss.

Needless to say, it took me no time at all to drop my clothes next to
hers at the side of the bed and climb aboard.

The instant I had my cock in the right general area she grabbed it,
positioned the head, and said, "Shove!"

My cock is thicker than most, but it sure didn't take much shoving.
Talk about lubrication! She had so much cum in there that I could feel
it squirting out as I went in. And I was so horny I nearly made a
major contribution to the supply before I even started pumping. For
her part, I think that fat cock must have driven her wild, because she
immediately wrapped her legs around me and started humping hard and
fast up against me.

That was more than I could stand, and with a cry and a single hard
thrust I started pumping cum into her cunt. She was shuddering and
gasping and I could feel her cunt contracting around my cock after
every jet it squirted into her. So I know she must have come at the
same time I did.

We both lay there panting for a while, and finally when she got her
breath she said, "That was fantastic! But what are we going to do for
the rest of our five minutes?"

"Well, I was thinking of more of the same," I said, starting to slide
my fat rod in and out of her pussy, for indeed it was still as hard as
an iron bar.

"OH, GOD that feels great," she moaned, "but how can you be so hard?
didn't you come when I did?"

"Baby, I came harder than I ever have in my entire life! But I'm so
hot for you right now that I could keep this up for an hour."

"God, how I wish we had an hour, but we don't, so fuck me, fuck me, as
hard as you can. Oh, my god, you're so big inside me, I've never
wanted anything so muuu .. muuuu .. muu .. MUuuUUuuUUuuUUUU!!!!" and
she was gone again.

I had figured it was going to take me a while this time, but when she
came that pushed me over the edge too. This time it wasn't as massive
as the first time for me, either in my physical reaction or, I am
sure, in what I was able to pour into her. But it was still good, as
good as any Nancy and I have had recently. And Cindy was sounding and
acting like it was ten times as good as anything Nancy has ever
experienced.

In fact she was still humping up against me, ramming my miraculously
still hard cock into her hole when the pounding started at the door.
Actually the pounding stopped almost as soon as it started, because I
hadn't taken time to lock the door. So when I looked over I saw it
swing open, and then saw Pete standing there grinning insanely.

I pulled out, which immediately brought a moan of dissapointment from
Cindy.

"That wasn't part of the deal," I said. "Remember you didn't loan her
any money, so you don't get any interest."

Cindy was still panting hard, but she finally caught her breath enough
to say, "No, that's all right, I don't mind if he does."

At that, Pete tore his pants off, and exposed the longest cock I've
ever seen. Cindy must have seen it at the same time I did, because she
let out a loud gasp. I looked back at her and saw her eyes as wide as
saucers as she stared at Pete's tool. She brought her knees up to her
chest and shoved three fingers up her cunt, pumping in and out as far
as she could.

"I .. want .. that .. cock .. I .. want that .. cock .. I want .. that
cock .. I want that cock .. IwantThatCock .. IwantThatCock ..
IwannNNN!!!"

By now Pete was naked, and with a leap he landed on top of her. She
screamed when he rammed it all the way up into her,and she kept on
screaming as he pistoned it in and out, in and out. I knew it couldn't
be true, but it seemed like his ass was going nearly a foot in each
direction. Then with a roar he shoved one last time and held it. They
were both totally unaware of me as I picked up my clothes and slipped
out of the room.

Tom grinned at me, "That was one hell of an idea Bob had, wasn't it.
I'll bet he never dreamed that Cindy would turn out to be this hot.
And to think we each have two more weeks ahead of us like this."

But then we suddenly averted our eyes, as we both realized at the same
time that for each of us, one of those weeks was going to be with the
other's wife. Only then did it really hit me, how hard the next week
was going to be when I was scheduled to have an emergency at work.

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I wrote this story to stand alone, but later added a sequel, or more
accurately a collection of sequel variations. The sequel variations
were written as an interactive story where you have many choices as to
how it should proceed. You will have to use a web browser to interact
with the story.  See HTTP://www.asstr.org/~shattims/Playtime.html

However, I have picked one sample version and made it available here as
playtime.txt.