Playtime is Over
                      (M+F, MF, wl, cheat, slut)

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"Playing the Advantage" (advantge.txt) covered only the first of four
rather special poker sessions that four devious husbands had planned,
and I had requests for follow-up stories. The story I have included
here is only one of many variations I have created. If you want to see
the others you will have to look at the interactive story on my web
page:    HTTP://www.asstr.org/~shattims/Playtime.html

This is an optional continuation to "Playing the Advantage", which you
should read first.

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Nancy was asleep when I got home, so I crawled into bed quietly and
lay there thinking, and later dreaming, about the fantastic sex I had
experienced with Cindy. That must not have been all I dreamed about,
though, because when the alarm clock went off I woke up in a cold
sweat with a giant knot in my stomach. 'What about next week?' my
brain screamed to me.

Aye, there's the rub. Next week I'd have to pay for the incredible
high I felt last night. Next week the guys are coming to my house, and
it is my turn to have an "emergency" so the guys can try their luck
with my wife.

I felt Nancy roll out of bed, and opened my eyes just barely enough to
look at her. I must have been insane to agree to the guys' plot. Nancy
looked so sexy in her nightgown. When we cooked this scheme up all
three of my buddies were drooling over the possibility of getting into
her pants. Hell, we were all so fucking horny that night that we were
all wild to pork all the other guys' babes. But that was fantasy, and
now it's about to be real.

My brain was reeling as I tried to face the unthinkable, or find some
way out of it. Could I get sick next Tuesday? Convince Nancy she had
to go visit her mom? Just bolt the door and not let the guys in? My
desperate escape thoughts were interrupted by Nancy as she came back
in from the bathroom.

"Dick! Wake up! You're going to be late for work!"

"OK, I'm awake; I'm getting up," I mumbled as I rolled out of bed. My
thoughts were going to have to wait for later.

"How late did you guys play last night, anyway? You were at Bob's
house, weren't you? Didn't you even think about poor Cindy?"

"It wasn't that late. We were thinking about her." God, were we ever.
We were thinking of nothing but Cindy the whole evening. But of course
I couldn't say that to Nancy.

I started working on my problem again on the way to work. The catch
with any of the things I had thought of earlier was that they wouldn't
solve the problem, only delay it. The four of us had made a solemn vow
that we would each go through with our part of the bargain. If I
didn't come through next week, they would insist on a make-up session
four weeks later.

It was a total shock when I found myself in the office parking lot.
How had I gotten here? I didn't remember anything about the trip. Did
I run any red lights? Dawdle at half the speed limit? Fixate on a tail
light in the next lane over and drive in mindless formation? I'd seen
zombie drivers many times during my morning commutes. This morning I
must have been one myself.

I shook my head and tried to pull myself together. I was lucky I
didn't get myself killed, and I'd better snap out of it now. I was
going to need all my wits about me, because HansonMicro was coming to
negotiate a contract with us.

I did manage to focus pretty well that day, though I couldn't
completely block out the continual ache in my stomach. Vince and I had
a business lunch with two HansonMicro techs, so I couldn't even let
down then. And I sure as hell wasn't going to let myself go zombie
again on the way home.

When I got home I told Nancy I had a bad stomach ache (true!) and I
wasn't sure I wanted to eat anything; maybe I'd just go to bed early.
She was very solicitous, putting a 7-Up on the night stand, just in
case I felt like having it, and kissing me goodnight on the forehead.

That only made me feel worse. She loved me so much! What kind of a
heel would I be if I gave three horny men free rein with her next
Tuesday night? On the other hand, didn't I trust her? She did love me,
and she wouldn't be tempted to stray, would she? Would she?

What was I worrying about? Even if I did leave her alone with the
guys, surely nothing would happen. Back in college she and I dated for
three months before we went to bed together. There was no way she
would let herself be seduced in three hours, let alone fuck three guys
in one night. And as for the guys, I knew what they would be trying,
but I also knew I could trust them not to force her in any way, so
problem solved!

Of course it is true that once Nancy and I started making it she
seemed to get hotter and hotter. God, we had some wild times together
back then. How sad that in the five years of our marriage things have
cooled off so much. What happened to us, anyway? I read somewhere that
a woman's sex drive doesn't peak until her thirties. If Nancy was so
horny at twenty, how is she really feeling now, five years later? She
may secretly be as ready as Cindy was to spread her legs for as many
cocks as she can get.

How am I going to feel, for gods sake, wherever I am this coming
Tuesday night, waiting until I can come home after the "emergency"?
I've read that some guys get a hard-on thinking about their wife
fucking other guys, but not me. No, I can't imagine reacting that way.
For me it'll be that stomach knot. It already feels as hard and heavy
as possible, but I know it will get worse and worse, until it totally
consumes me. Jealousy will totally consume me. I'll be crying. I may
feel like the lowest form of insect life.

This is insane! I love Nancy; how could I even think of doing this to
us? I've got to do something; drop out of the poker gang, refuse to
respond to the false emergency, come back early, warn Nancy ahead of
time, something. True, we all swore to each other that we wouldn't do
anything to mess this deal up. But, come on, Dick, you also swore to
love and cherish Nancy so long as you both lived. Put oaths of
marriage on a balance scale with oaths of drunken poker buddies and
the poker buddies don't stand a chance.

Marriage oaths, did you say? What about my oath to be true to her?
What kind of a disaster am I going to have at home if I admit to Nancy
that I just fucked Cindy? And how can I tell the truth about what is
going to happen this coming Tuesday without admitting what happened
last Tuesday? Nancy is no dummy. If I warn her about next week, she is
definitely going to ask how long this has been going on. And she knows
me too well not to catch me if I try to lie about it.

But what about trust? Never mind the fact that I violated Nancy's
trust when I fucked Cindy, the question is, do I trust Nancy? I
should, if I really love her. On second thought, never mind that never
mind. I just screwed someone else's wife, and I'm hoping to screw two
others. If Nancy does want to fuck their husbands, I've got no gripe
coming.

In the end I decided that I would just have to go with the plan, and
hope for the best.

I managed to get through the week, though the knot in my belly never
went away. I managed to avoid saying anything to Nancy about what was
about to hit her, except an affirmative nod when she asked if the guys
were coming over on Tuesday, but I couldn't hide my distress from her.
She kept mothering me all week, telling me that she was sure I wasn't
well. I decided the best approach was to admit that I was a bit under
the weather, but there was nothing seriously wrong with me. She did
finally get me to promise that I would make an appointment with my
doctor. I had to admit to myself that was probably a good idea. The
way I was going I felt like I was producing the mother of all stomach
ulcers.

Tuesday night finally arrived, and I managed to greet each of the guys
at the door, though I was a total wreck inside, and couldn't look at
their eyes. When Bob arrived he took one look at me, nodded, and said
quietly, out of everyone's earshot, "I know what you're going through,
but you can do it. Buck up."

That really did help, and I kept telling myself, 'He did it last week;
You can do it, too. You owe it to him.'

What didn't help was that Nancy brought out beer and pretzels, and I
could see the guys trying to hide grins of anticipation. When she
disappeared back into the kitchen, though, we settled down and started
playing poker.

Soon the phone rang, and Nancy told me someone named Vince needed to
talk to me. When I hung up I told everyone that we had an emergency at
work, and I had to be there. I told Nancy not to wait up for me; that
it was going to be a long night. As I walked out the door I heard her
assuring the guys that of course they could stay and finish their
game. She certainly wouldn't be saying that, I thought wryly, if she
had any idea what sort of game they had in mind.

Naturally I didn't really go to the office. Instead I went to the
nearest bar and start getting plastered. Nearest bar because I hoped
to make it home without killing myself on the road. Plastered because
I hoped it would dampen the thoughts swirling through my head and
deaden the pain of the knot in my stomach. It turned out that the
alcohol didn't have either of the desired effects. Instead I was
visualizing Nancy giggling as the guys teased her, and I wanted to see
more.

The clock behind the bar said nearly nine thirty. The guys had gotten
to our house about eight o'clock, and I'd left maybe fifteen minutes
later. Math had never been my strong suite, and my brain was befuddled
enough to complicate things, but by using my fingers I managed to
deduce that I'd been gone for an hour and a quarter.

I realized I was dying to know how much progress the guys had made
with Nancy in that time. Maybe none, in which case her pussy would
probably still be mine alone when the night was over. Maybe some, and
the outcome was still uncertain. Maybe a lot ... Oh God, you think? I
had to know; I just had to.

I climbed off the bar stool and discovered I could still walk. The
cool breeze that hit my face when I walked outside helped clear the
cobwebs, and I decided I could drive. 'Maybe,' I thought as I neared
the house, 'the guys have given up and already left.'

No such luck. There were three cars parked in front. 'I won't pull
into the driveway,' I told myself, 'I want to sneak up on them and see
what is happening.' So I drove around the corner, parked, and walked
back to the house.

We have a ranch-style house, all on the ground floor. The garage is
attached, but sticks out partly in front of the right side of the
house. The kitchen is behind it, with the living room on the left side
and the bedrooms in the back. There is no dining room as such, but the
kitchen is really a large kitchen/family room with a breakfast bar in
the middle and space beyond it for a dining table.

To tell the truth, we eat all of our meals at the bar except when we
have company, and Nancy often has papers and projects on the dining
table. That was the case today, and besides, Nancy always wants to
have the kitchen as a retreat when the poker gang comes over, so we
had set up a card table in the living room for the game.

I figured I could peek through a small window at the side of the
living room without getting caught. There were venetian blinds on it,
but hopefully they wouldn't be too tightly closed to prevent seeing
what was going on. I wasn't worried about being turned in as a peeping
tom, because we have a six foot fence at the side of the house, and
there is a wooden gate at the front corner of the living room.

I managed to get through the gate and re-close the latch without
making much noise. Now, about those blinds. I was in luck. They were
tilted at an angle that prevented light from the ceiling fixture from
streaming out, so I would be in relative darkness outside the window.
But they were not completely closed, and I could easily see the card
table, chairs, and the lower parts of the people in them.

My heart sank quickly. There were four chairs, but only two bodies. I
had been crouched down, peering over the window sill. I now stepped to
one side and stood up, then leaned to peek in. Now I could see the two
heads, and one of the faces. Bob was there, and that other head had to
be Pete's, but where was Tom? I tried to convince myself that he had
just gone to the john, but I wasn't buying it.

Bob and Pete were just sitting there talking and laughing, but I had
to know where Tom - and most importantly, Nancy - were. I was about to
sneak back to a bedroom window when Tom came out of the kitchen with a
huge grin on his face. He gave the other guys a thumbs up, then seated
himself and started shuffling the deck.

They had already finished the first bidding round and drawn
replacement cards when Nancy peeked through the kitchen door. Pete saw
her immediately and waved for her to come on in. She seemed a bit
hesitant, but did so. She was dressed as she had been when I left, a
sweater and jeans with an apron tied around her waist.

Nancy walked over to the table, but didn't sit down, instead leaning
on the back of the empty chair, and watching the pile of chips grow as
the guys continued bidding. Bob finally won the hand and raked in the
chips. Then he did something odd. He picked up three blue chips and
held them out to Nancy.

At first she covered her face and shook her head, but Bob seemed to be
trying to convince her of something, and finally she reached out for
the chips and dropped them in her apron pocket. I hadn't noticed
before, but that pocket was already bulging somewhat.

At that point Bob stood up, took her hand, and led her to the kitchen
door. The instant the door swung shut behind them I took off as
quickly as I could in the dark around the back of the house to the
kitchen side. It wasn't easy. I nearly tripped on a garden hose, and I
did give my shin a nasty whack on a wheelbarrow.

There's a sliding glass door from the family room out to a patio at
the back corner of the house, and I figured I would have a great view
from there if I could keep from being seen. It turned out being seen
would be no problem, but seeing was. We have vertical blinds for that
door, and for some reason they had been pulled clear across the door
and completely closed. I went on around to the window at the side of
the house that looks out on our little garden.

The venetian blinds were wide open here, which meant I had to be very
careful not to be seen. I peeked cautiously from the side of the
window, trying at the same time not to step on newly sprouted green
beans Nancy and I had planted two weeks earlier.

I was too late. I saw Bob's back going out the kitchen door, as he
returned to the other guys. Nancy had her back to me, watching Bob as
he left. Then it clicked. Most of her back was bare. Her sweater was
pushed up under her armpits. It seemed to be stretched even higher in
front, which meant her bra was exposed. She was just standing there
without moving, her hands pressed to her cheeks.

Finally she moved her hands down to her chest and clearly stroked
herself a bit, then with a little shudder she pulled her sweater down.
She leaned her head against the refrigerator, and seemed to be
breathing a bit heavily. At last she turned to a chair, picked up her
purse, pulled out her compact, and touched up her face.

After returning the compact to the purse and the purse to the chair
she straightened up, pulled down her sweater all around, and peeked
into the living room. In a moment she was gone, but I stayed where I
was.

It seemed like forever, but I'm sure it wasn't very long before I saw
the door swing open and Pete came through it with Nancy in tow. As
soon as the door swung closed he pulled her to him, she wrapped her
arms around his neck, and they started kissing. From the way her ass
was wiggling it must have been a very passionate kiss.

Pete's hands moved from the small of her back down to her ass, then
out and up to her hips, and kept moving up. They were sliding up her
rib cage, now, pushing her sweater up ahead of them. The kiss
continued, and seemed to be getting even more intense, and when his
hands reached her bra I could see her ass cheeks clenching and
relaxing rhythmically.

Pete finally broke the kiss and whispered something in her ear. She
shook her head no, but he kept whispering. Finally he took one hand
away from her bra and reached in his pocket. He pulled out two blue
chips and brought them up to her cheek. Then he slid them down her
neck, down to her breast where he seemed to rub them against her in a
little circle, and on down to her naked belly, whispering all the
time. She was quivering violently as he rubbed them up and down her
belly, then pushed them even further down, over her apron.

He finally dropped them in her apron pocket and knelt in front of her.
He pulled her tit to his mouth and started kissing or sucking or
biting through her bra, I couldn't tell which. Whatever he was doing
certainly got to her. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed
it against her boobs. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened in a
silent scream.

He shifted to the other side and repeated his stimulation there with
the same result. Then he pulled away and stood up. She lunged for him,
pulled his face down to her, and kissed him wildly. Again he pulled
away, whispered something, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Nancy clutched at her bra with her left hand and her crotch with the
right. Her ass started pumping as her right hand moved frantically up
and down. Soon that wasn't enough, and she tore at her jeans button
and zipper with both hands. The jeans were tight, so they stayed at
the top of her thighs even when unfastened, but I could see her pink
panties from the back and see how the elastic was stretched down as
she shoved her hand inside to frig herself.

It was over in less than a minute, and when I looked up I saw that she
was biting a knuckle on her other hand to keep from screaming. She
stood there panting for some time, and finally jerked her head up,
looking at the door. I couldn't hear it, but I was sure they must have
called her. She quickly pulled her pants up and fastened them, pulled
down her sweater, and made a hasty exit to the living room.

I knew this wasn't going to stop there, and I knew I should intervene,
but I found myself rooted to the spot waiting to see what would happen
next. Sure enough, she was only gone for a few seconds. The door swung
open and this time she was in the lead, pulling Tom behind her. In
fact she seemed to be leading all the action this time. She grabbed
his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss; she grabbed his hands
and shoved them under her sweater to her boobs; she grabbed his ass
and started humping against it.

He soon slipped his hands around to the back of her bra to unhook it,
but seemed to be having trouble with that. Without breaking the kiss,
she reached behind herself, grabbed his hands, and moved them back to
her tits. 'Good for her,' I thought, 'she's finally setting limits.'
But, no, as soon as his hands were where she wanted them, she reached
behind herself again and unhooked her own bra. She broke the kiss long
enough to hiss something into his ear, then her mouth glommed on to
his again.

He obviously got the point, and slipped his hands inside her bra. Ten
seconds of whatever he was doing was enough to make her break the kiss
and throw her head back in a silent scream. Her ass had been humping
against him, but that changed now, too. Her whole body seemed to be
doing a sinuous dance, not side to side, but forward and back in
waves.

Thirty seconds later it was all over. She reached inside her sweater
and pulled his hands out. She gave him a quick kiss and pushed him
toward the door. Tom seemed to hesitate, but finally went.

Nancy seemed as calm as if nothing had happened at all. She reached
back and re-hooked her bra, pulled her sweater down all around, got
her compact out of her purse and touched up her lipstick, then
disappeared through the door into the living room.

'Way to go, Nancy,' I thought, 'it looks like you've got things under
control after all.'

It hadn't taken her long after Tom had left, so I wasn't surprised
that I had to wait a while for her to reappear. I was surprised that
when she did she was again pulling Tom behind her. I had assumed that
the guys were rotating their time with her, but when I thought about
it I realized that Bob had won the hand I watched, and then she had
gone with him. It made sense that the winner of each hand would get
the prize – time with her.

Once again she was taking the lead with Tom. She took his hands and
pushed them up under the front of her sweater. Then, standing there
with her face very close to his, but not kissing, she reached behind
herself and unhooked her bra. His hands responded in the obvious way,
and then she melted against him for a passionate kiss. Curiously, she
was doing none of the humping or sinuous weaving this time.

Suddenly she broke the kiss, reached over her shoulders to her back,
and grabbed the neck of her sweater. She yanked upward and the whole
sweater came up over her head. She threw it to the side and went back
to her shoulders, where she grabbed her bra straps. The bra quickly
joined the sweater, and Nancy was naked to the waist. Tom dropped to
his knees and started sucking her tits, alternating between them.

She clutched his head to her bosom, and now I could see her ass
starting to buck. A moment later she grabbed one of his hands and
pushed it down between their bodies, down, apparently, to her crotch.
I could now hear her wail, even through the double-paned class, but
then it was choked off as her ass stopped moving and her body became
rigid.

Less than a minute later she was pushing him away and toward the door.
He whispered something, but she shook her head, and he finally backed
through the kitchen door, his eyes feasting on her breasts as long as
possible.

As soon as he left she heaved a sigh, then bent over and picked up her
bra. She looked at it for a while, then dropped it again and bent over
to get her sweater. She pulled that over her head and down around her
body.

'Oh, shit,' I thought, 'when the guys see her like that they'll be
about to cum in their pants, especially after that wail they just
heard.' Then I was shocked to realize that I had a boner myself, and I
was nearly as close to cumming as I imagined the guys would be.

Maybe I was imagining things, but when Nancy walked through the door I
thought I heard a chorus of whistles and catcalls. It's quite possible
that they decided to cut the bidding short this time, to hasten the
moment of grabbing the prize. Whatever the reason, she wasn't gone
long, and when she reappeared she had Bob tight behind her, his hands
already wrapped around her and playing with her melons.

As soon as the door swung shut he spun her around and sank to his
knees. He pushed her sweater up enough to be able to kiss her belly,
then started sliding it up her rib cage with both hands. His mouth
followed the sweater up, kissing bare skin as soon as it was exposed.

When he got up nearly to her armpits she once again reached over her
shoulders, grabbed the neck of the sweater, and yanked. It was soon on
the floor again, and Bob's eyes were bugging out as he stared at her
naked boobs. I think she must have said something like, "Kiss them,"
because he lunged and started sucking.

Her ass was humping again, and she was clawing at his back. Then she
shoved both her hands down between their bodies. I thought at first
she might be grabbing for his cock, but realized quickly she couldn't
reach down that far with him on his knees. The mystery was solved when
I saw the back of her jeans sag, exposing most of her panties from the
rear. Now she grabbed his hand and shoved it down toward her pussy. I
think it was outside her panties, but I wouldn't swear to that.

Wherever his hand was, it was enough, added to the tit sucking, to set
off a series of, "YES, YES, YES, YES! YES!! YEEEEESSSS!!!!!" yelps
that I could hear clearly from my hiding place outside.

Talk about a climax! WOW! I didn't realize it until a bit later, but
when she came I came in my pants at the same time without even
touching myself. Bob must have come too, because after she calmed down
she pulled his face up to hers and whispered something in his ear
while reaching for his cock. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away
from his crotch while whispering something back that made her giggle.

They shared a long tender kiss and a tight hug, then he left, walking
a bit strangely, sort of hunched over. I definitely heard peals of
laughter from the other two guys as he entered the living room. It
looked like he would need a detour to the bathroom before starting the
next hand.

For her part, Nancy seemed to be experiencing something similar to a
post-coital bliss. She just stood there for the longest time with both
hands on her pussy; not moving them, just pressing. Eventually she
pulled her jeans up and refastened them. Then she stood there again,
now playing with her tits with both hands. At last she bent over for
her sweater and pulled it on. After another face touchup she strode
confidently out to the other room. I noticed as she left that she
hadn't pulled her sweater all the way down, leaving a bare midriff.

Despite the delay in her recovery and return to the game, it was again
something of a wait before I saw her again. That was probably Bob's
fault. This time Pete was glued to her back, matching her step for
step, and his hands already under the front of her sweater. He was
also whispering something in her ear as they came in. At first she
shook her head, but after he whispered again she nodded.

He walked her right up to the end of the breakfast bar, then turned
her and lifted her up onto it. For her part, she once again pulled the
sweater off and discarded it. She had spread her legs, and he was
standing between them.

Until now she had always had her back to me, but now I had a view from
the side. I was only about ten feet away, and I could see that her
nipple, on the side closest to me, was sticking out like a pencil
eraser, and the ring around it was the deepest color I had ever seen
there. I could also see their cheeks filling and collapsing as they
shared a passionate kiss that obviously included a lot of tongue
action.

Before long Pete pulled away from the kiss, and gently pushed her
backwards, supporting her back until she was laying on the counter. He
bent over her and started licking her tits. In the process his belly
pressed against her crotch, and she brought her legs up around him,
locking them behind his back.

Now he was kissing and nibbling her nipples, and she was rubbing her
crotch against his belly. I suddenly remembered seeing him naked the
week before, and being astounded by the length of his cock. Due to
their positions, she was rubbing way up on his belly, nowhere close to
his balls, but even so she might be feeling the tip of his extra long
dick.

Whatever she was feeling sure had her going. The "YES, YES, YES,"
mantra had already started. Pete reacted immediately, leaving her tits
and kissing his way down to her belly. Her hands flashed between them,
and once more I saw her jeans sag away from her side. Naturally he
didn't stop when he got to her belly button, but kept kissing lower
and lower, down over her panties. The "YES, YES," got louder.

She had unlocked her legs now, and spread them as wide as possible,
but her jeans were in the way, and Pete couldn't get all the way down
to her pussy. He solved that by pulling away just long enough to
double her knees up to her chest, then grabbing her pants at her ass
and pulling them toward him. To my horror I saw that he was pulling
her panties at the same time. Soon he had both garments off her ass
and up on her thighs, and he was staring at her naked cunt. He reached
out his tongue and touched her lips.

"OH GOD, YES, PETE! YES, YES, YES!"

His tongue made one stroke the length of her furrow, and she was gone.

"YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!"

He waited for her to come down from that, then said something to her.

"Nooo, MORE!"

He said something more but she shook her head violently.

"Oh, God, no, no. I want it so bad, but we mustn't!"

He spoke again, and this time she agreed, reaching down to spread her
lips for him.

"YES! YES! Do it, PLEASE!"

He leaned in close again and started licking around her clit. She
immediately set up a racket like you wouldn't believe. Then he closed
in for the kill, taking her little nub in his mouth and sucking.

"YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!! YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!! YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!"

Again he waited for her to calm down, but then straightened and
reached forward to grasp her shoulders. He pulled her up to a sitting
position, whispered something, then helped her down to the floor. She
was standing there, naked from her nose down to the middle of her
thigh, at which point there was a tangle of panties and jeans. She
wasn't a bit shy about it, grabbing him around the neck and pulling
him to her for another kiss.

He finally pushed himself away, patted her bare ass, and whispered
something quickly before leaving. You should have heard the cheers
when he rejoined the other two guys. Obviously they had heard
everything I had.

Nancy got herself dressed, including the bra and sweater, then started
pacing, deep in thought. She finally took a deep breath, and joined
the guys in the other room. I settled down to wait for the next round.
'Surely,' I thought, 'she won't be able to hold out much longer.'

I waited, and waited, and waited. I finally realized something was
wrong. It couldn't possibly take this long for one hand of poker.
Something else was going on in there.

I made my way back around the house to the living room side, but when
I got there the room was empty. Did I dare hope that she had told them
to leave? I opened the front gate and looked out at the street. The
guys' cars were gone! Nancy had conquered her passions, and was still
mine, all mine!

I was floating on air and totally in love as I walked down to the end
of the block and around the corner to my car. Once in it I was dying
to rush home and take her in my arms, but I remembered what I had told
her, that I would be at the office very late.

I looked at my watch, which said twenty minutes to eleven. Too early.
To stall a bit, I went to my office for real, and called Nancy from
there.

"Hi, I hope I didn't wake you."

"No, I'm still up."

"Are the guys still there?"

"No, they left a little while ago."

"I felt bad about leaving you there stuck with them. No problems, I
hope?"

She seemed to pause a bit before answering, "No, everything was fine."

"Well, I have good news. I got the mess here cleaned up faster than I
expected, and I'm on my way home."

"Oh, Dick, I'm so happy. Please hurry home; I can't wait to see you."

I kind of suspected, and certainly hoped, that she would want to do
more than see me.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you."

"I love you more."

"No, I love you even more than that. Bye, sweetie.

"Bye, honey. Hurry!"

I certainly did.

The house was dark when I walked in, so I went directly back to our
bedroom. The lights were on, and she was lying in bed with the sheet
up to her chin and a big sexy grin on her face.

"One guess as to what I'm wearing."

"Hmmm, maybe that sexy baby doll outfit I love so much?"

"Nope, so now you have to come to bed and find out for yourself."

"OK, but shouldn't I shower first?"

"I can't wait that long, and tonight I don't care how stinky you are.
Just take off your clothes and climb in."

"All my clothes?"

"Yesss, everything."

"Oh, baby, you're giving me an instant boner."

"Good!"

You'd better believe I was out of my clothes in nothing flat, with a
long hard rod that was seven inches under the sheet before the rest of
me got there. What I found was skin – nothing but skin all over her
body. No wonder I couldn't guess what she was wearing.

I rolled up against her and started kissing the first thing my mouth
touched, which was her cheek, and then her mouth as she turned her
face toward me. My hand landed on her belly, which was quivering. I
started stroking up and down, from the bottom of her rib cage down to
the top edge of her curly triangle.

After a couple of passes her pelvis started bucking up as my hand went
down, so I decided to let it drift a bit lower. When I reached her
mons she started moaning in my mouth, so I kept pushing lower, letting
her pussy lips split my fingers. As I slipped my fingers down the
outside of her lips she started pumping her tongue frantically into my
mouth. Her pelvis had stopped pumping, now, but her ass was completely
off the bed as she pressed up against me, her muscles quivering from
the strain.

My fingers had reached the back end of her lips, so I brought them
together and started back up inside the outer folds. My God! She was
sopping wet! As soon as my middle finger started probing her inner
lips she tore her mouth away from mine, arched her back, and screamed.
Her cunt was like quicksand. It opened up and sucked my finger into
its depths. I swear, I didn't push at all. My finger was literally
sucked in. And once it was in I immediately felt the rhythmic pulsing
of her cunt muscles as her orgasm went on, and on, and on.

At long last the pulses slowed, then stopped, and her body finally
dropped back down to the bed. She was still panting, and I could hear
her heart thudding against my chest. As soon as she had the energy,
she wrestled me on top of her.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she hissed into my ear.

I was more than ready, and had no trouble getting the head of my cock
into position. My cock is fatter than most, and I usually have to work
it into her slowly, but not tonight. Her cunt sucked it in as easily
as it had sucked my finger in. I didn't push; I was pulled; pulled
into the hottest, wettest, most stimulating cunt I had ever
experienced.

This time I was the one who screamed, and I kept screaming as I bucked
twice and then let go. RAM and SQUIRT; squeeze, squeeze; RAM/SQUIRT;
squeeze, squeeze; RAM/SQUIRT; squeeze, squeeze. I felt like I was
never going to stop.

But of course it did finally stop, and I lay panting on top of her,
cock still sucked into cunt.

"Oh, my God, Nancy, it's never been like that!" I finally puffed.

"Oh, yes, yes, Dick, I agree!"

We lay there kissing and snuggling for a very long time. Finally Nancy
spoke up.

"Richard, I need to tell you something."

OK, here it comes. She never calls me Richard unless she wants to be
really serious. I reminded myself that I needed to pretend I didn't
know what she was going to tell me, and later act incredulous and then
shocked.

"Sure, Nancy, what is it?"

"I've been a very bad girl."

"What'd you do, go out and spend all our money?"

"No, Richard, much worse than that. This is serious."

"OK, I'll listen. What is it?"

"It was tonight, after you left for the office. I ... I let someone
kiss me."

"Oh. One of the guys?"

"Yes ... I mean no. Actually ... I let all of them kiss me. Oh,
Richard, I'm so ashamed of myself."

"My God, I don't know what to say. How did it happen?"

"It seemed so innocent at first. They were laughing and joking, and I
was laughing with them and having a good time, and I guess they were
teasing me a little, but nothing to worry about. Then when ... one of
the guys won a hand, ... someone ... said I should kiss him to
congratulate him. I was in a good mood, just having fun with them, so
I did. Just a quick kiss on the cheek."

"That's not so bad. You could have done that if I was there and I
wouldn't have minded."

"It gets worse," she whispered.

I didn't say anything; just waited for her to go on.

"Well, then I started doing that for each of the guys when they won,
and it went on like that for a while. But then ... someone ... pushed
his chair back when he won a hand, and when I leaned over to kiss his
cheek he grabbed me and pulled me on his lap. And when he got me there
he ... kissed me on the mouth. It was just a quick kiss, but it wasn't
right."

"I see what you mean, but that wasn't your fault."

"I know, but that isn't all. The other two guys spoke up and said ...
he ... wasn't being fair. Then ... someone ... said he needed to pay a
penalty for going too far. So he ... well, I was wearing my apron, the
one with a pocket in front, and he ... took one of the chips he'd just
won and dropped it in my apron pocket. He said that would take care of
the penalty. The other guys laughed and agreed.

"I was very embarrassed by the whole thing, but I decided to let it
pass. Maybe you can guess what happened after that. The next guy that
won did the same thing. The other two guys cheered when he did, and I
tried to act very upset but ... Oh, Richard, here's where I started
being a bad girl ... I actually kind of liked kissing him on the
mouth.

"He dropped a token in my apron pocket, and they kept playing. After
that, at the end of every hand, I knew, and everybody else knew, that
I was going to sit on the winner's lap and kiss him on the mouth."

"Oh ... I see. You really shouldn't have done that, should you? But at
least it was just a quick kiss."

"Well, that's the way it started but ... oh, I'm so ashamed ... after
a few hands the kisses started getting longer." Her voice dropped to a
whisper as she added, "and I started liking them more and more."

I reached out to touch her, and she was shivering all over. I pulled
her tightly to me and reassured her that it was OK, that I loved her.

"Oh, I'm so happy, and I'm glad I didn't let it go any further than
that."

What's this? I know perfectly well that a lot more than that happened.
She's lying about it!

'OK,' I thought to myself, 'so that's the way you want it.'

We stopped talking at that point, and I pretended to go asleep even
though I felt a lot more upset than sleepy. She seemed like she was
also going to sleep, but she wasn't breathing as deeply as usual, so I
suspected she was also pretending. Finally, however, our pretenses
became reality and we didn't talk about it any further.

In fact we didn't talk about it the next day either. By that time I
had decided not to confront her with what I knew. If she could lie and
cheat, then I could too. I was really looking forward to the next
Tuesday when we would be at Pete's house.

Pete's wife Terry turned out to be pretty wild. Once Pete was gone she
started teasing the three of us, and eventually suggested we all play
strip poker. Naturally we had no objection. She had obviously played
it before, because she proposed the rules that we followed.

It was basically draw poker, but with no ante or bidding as such.
Instead, if you folded you had to pay a chip as a penalty, or two
chips if you folded after drawing. If you didn't have any chips you
had to stay in. If you stayed in and didn't win the hand you had to
take something off. If you did win, you got two chips.

It was really no contest. Terry never even won a hand. She did fold a
couple of times, but we only started out with two chips apiece, so she
mostly just kept taking things off. I remember for sure that after
four hands she was barefoot, and I had a truly painful hard-on
thinking about what was likely to come next. I'm sure Bob and Tom were
in the same state I was. In fact she folded that hand, and I won it,
but that left her barefoot and with only one chip, while none of us
guys had even started taking our socks off.

Tom and I folded the next hand, and Bob won the showdown, so Terry had
to take off her blouse. I was afraid I might come in my pants when she
started unbuttoning it, but I did manage to control myself. As the
buttons came apart we could see that she was wearing a lacy black bra,
and you should have heard the wolf whistles! She did blush a bit, but
she was grinning, too, so she seemed to be enjoying the way things
were going.

On the hand after that Terry tossed in her last chip, and I lost a
sock, but I'll never forget the next one. I got a full house, and
Terry had no choice, so I knew what was going to happen. Well, I knew
something hot was going to happen, but I didn't know whether I was
going to see her tits or her panties.

Naturally I won the showdown, so she stood up and started to take off
her jeans, but I stopped her.

"Wait a minute," I said, "I think the winner of the hand should help
you take them off."

"Dick! You naughty, naughty boy," she responded with a sly smirk.

Bob and Tom cheered and told me to go for it, and Terry wasn't saying
no, so I knelt in front of her. By now she had her jeans open in front
so all I had to do was slide them down her legs and help her step out
of them. ALL? Oh, fucking shit! My nose was not six inches from her
pussy, and the steaming cunt smell assaulting it would have made a
monk forget his vows. I reached around her naked thighs with both
hands and pulled her against my mouth. It would have landed on her
pussy, but she pushed my head down and my nose went between her legs,
just south of the promised land.

"Stop it, Dick! That's not part of taking my jeans off."

I reluctantly let her go and slunk back to my chair.

On the next hand Terry only asked for one card, and I grinned,
wondering if she was drawing to an inside straight. Tom folded, but
Bob and Terry and I were there for the showdown. Sure enough, she
showed us a 5,6,8,9, and Jack. Bob had two pairs, but I had three of a
kind. I gave a whoop, and dove for Terry. She reached behind herself
and unhooked her bra, which I tore off from her. My mouth was on her
tit before she had a chance to say anything.

When she was able to speak she only said, "Oh, Dick!"

I shifted to the other tit, while pinching the nipple I had just been
sucking, and she moaned, "Yes, YES, YESSS!"

The other guys decided that was enough, and pulled us apart for the
next hand. This was going to be the last hand, of that we were
convinced, but not, we fervently hoped, the end of our playing.

I had nothing this time, but there was no way I was going to fold. So
I drew three cards, and ended up with a single pair. Bob and Tom also
stayed in; no surprise. It turned out they each had two pairs, but Tom
had aces on top. Since Terry just had one pair, Tom got to take her
panties off. He told her it would be easier if she lay on the floor on
her back and lifted her legs. He'd only just pulled the panties off
her ass when he started lapping at her pussy. She started bucking and
squealing immediately, and they both forgot about her panties. Bob
decided to help, and pulled them off Terry's legs while Tom was eating
her out.

As soon as her legs were free, Terry spread them wide and was
screeching, "YESS! YESS! YESS!" That soon turned into, "FUCK ME! ...
FUCK ME! ... FUCK ME!"

Naturally Tom wasted no time complying. They both came within a minute
or so.

As soon as Tom pulled out Terry moaned, "More ..."

Bob and I looked at each other. I looked down at the single pair still
spread face up in front of me and shrugged. He tore off his pants, and
landed on her, his cock making a bull's eye.

"YES, FUCK, YES!" she screamed, and he was pumping like a jack hammer.
He ended up not taking much longer than Tom, and believe it or not she
came again. I was naked from the waist down by the time they stopped
panting, and I pushed Bob off for my turn.

My fat prick slid into her cunt with no resistance whatsoever. God,
she was loose! But she groaned and clamped down once I hit bottom.

"Oh, fuck, YES!" she snorted.

I got plenty of stimulation as I started pumping. Her pussy was mostly
gripping hard, but with little tremors that were driving me wild. I
tried to make it last, but I suspect I didn't do much better than the
other two guys. And I'll never forget what it was like when I came.
This was sex at its most fantastic. I could hear her screaming, and
some guy screaming, too, which must have been me. I could smell our
sweaty bodies. I could feel my cum spurting, and her cunt pulsing. But
all I could see were brilliant flashes of multicolored lights.

She was finally able to gasp, "God, that was fantastic! I'm going to
need more of that, but first I need to go potty."

She pushed me off and got up, her hand on her pussy, holding all the
cream in. I watched her walking bare-assed to the hall, and realized
that I still had a hard-on. 'Oh, yeah,' I thought, 'I've got more
where that came from.'

As she started down the hall she threw over her shoulder, "Don't
anybody go away."

When she disappeared through the bathroom door I looked at the other
guys. They were both wearing silly grins, and I probably had a
matching one. I wondered if they had matching cocks and tried to sneak
a look without them catching me. Tom's was a bit on the puny side, but
it was obviously ready for more action. Bob's looked about as long as
mine, but not as thick. It was also standing up proudly. We all shook
our heads in disbelief and then did high fives around.

Terry wasn't gone long, and when she came back, giving us the full
frontal view of her tits and pussy, she said, rather seductively,
"Now, where were we. Oh, yeah, I think it's Tom's turn again."

He gave it his all, and must have pounded her for five minutes in the
missionary position before we could see and hear his climax.

Terry said, "Yes, baby, give it to me," but it was pretty obvious she
didn't come that time.

She pushed Tom away, and looked at Bob. "Come on over here, you big
stud. Show me what you've still got."

"Oh, I'll show you, all right. Roll over and point your ass at me."

"Ohhh, Bob, you're not going to stick it up my ass, are you?"

"Maybe next time, but for now I'm going to fuck your cunt raw from
behind."

"That's what you think. My cunt wants all the fucking cock you can
give it, and more."

They wasted no time getting at it. Bob had one hand on her tit and the
other on her pussy, where I'm sure he was giving her clit a real
workout. I saw him change hands so each tit could get some action.

Soon she was going, "HUH! ... HUH! ... HUH! ... Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes,
F-F-F-F-F- AAYYYYEEEEEE!"

Bob let her calm down from that, but he was obviously not ready to
stop yet. He must have reamed her for at least five more minutes
before he came with a roar. She came again only seconds after he did.

Her legs gave way at that, and they lay there sprawled out on the
floor, panting like they'd both run a marathon.

Finally he got his wind enough to ask, "So, did I fuck your cunt raw?"

"Oh, that was wild, all right, but I'm still ready for more. Get off
so I can see what Dick has for me."

As Bob got up, he shook his head and said, "I don't know about you
guys, but I'm wiped out for the night."

"Yeah, me too," Tom admitted. "Dick, I guess you're going to have to
finish her off by yourself."

"That will be no problem," I moaned, my fuck stick jerking in front of
me like it was about to explode without even being touched.

"OK, guys, let yourselves out. Dick and I are going back to the
bedroom so we can start fucking in earnest."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall behind her. She opened
a door and pushed me into a bedroom, pushing me backwards until my
knees were stopped by a bed, which the rest of me collapsed onto. She
immediately climbed on top of me, spreading her legs and rubbing her
cunt against my cock.

"Oh, TERRY, baby! I can't take much of that! I'm about to come...!"

"Yeah, get that god damn fat shaft up my fucking cunt," she said,
reaching down to grab it and shove it there. "OH, FUCK, YES!!!"

I didn't even pump. She sank down all the way on my cock and clenched,
and that was all it took. I was suddenly firing cum, round after
round. And every round was met with a scream and a pulse from her
cunt. Finally her sweaty body collapsed on mine, and we lay there for
god knows how long.

"Dick, honey," she finally gasped, "I still feel you SO BIG inside me.
OH SHIT," she moaned as she moved her ass up and down a couple of
times to check. "OH FUCK! You ARE! OH! ... OH! ... OH! ..."

By now her ass was pumping up and down in time with her exclamations,
and going faster and faster. She put her hands on my chest and pushed
her upper body up. Her eyes were closed and her head was jerking back
and forth.

"YU! YU! YU! YU! YU!" she snorted over and over in time with her
thrusts.

Her tits were bouncing free just inches from my chest and I reached my
hands around her arms and in from below to grab them. With my right
hand I pinched her nipple hard. With my left I shoved her tit up to my
mouth and sucked.

"AAYYYYEEEEEE!"

I swear, I thought she was going to crush my rock-hard shaft to the
size of a pencil. I yelped, in fear and pain, but I didn't come.

"Oh, GOD! You're the BEST," she finally panted.

"Oh, yeah? You ain't seen nothin' yet. Get your ass turned around
lengthwise on the bed and spread 'em, and I'll show you some real
fucking."

"Oh, Dick! ... Oh fuck! ... I'll never forget this night!"

There was no way I was going to forget it, either. I came two more
times in her cunt before the night was over, and she came several
times. We finally separated, reluctantly, knowing that Pete would be
arriving soon. I did get away before he arrived.

For the next week I kept thinking about Nancy's lies, and the hot time
I had with Terry, not to mention Cindy two weeks earlier. Oh, GOD, was
I ever fired up for the last of the four special "poker" nights coming
up on Tuesday.

I already had a hard-on when I got to Tom's house, but he was too
wierded out to even notice it when he opened the door.

I poked his arm with my fist and said, "Hang in there. The rest of us
did it, you can too."

"You don't know Karen," he whispered. "She would never dream of doing
anything like this. Please go easy on her."

I put my arm on his shoulder, and looked into his eyes. "I'll watch
out for her, Tom, really, I will. You can count on me."

"Thanks, buddy," he said as he took my other hand in both of his. "Can
I say something about putting her in your hands when I leave?"

"Sure, no problem."

Oh, fuck, was this going to be hot. He just handed me the key to her
pussy.

Once everyone had arrived, Tom led us though the archway from the
living room to the dining room behind it. We knew from past sessions
that we would be playing on their oak dining table. It already had a
liberal scattering of coasters, as hints that they wouldn't want us
spilling beer on the wood surface.

We seated ourselves around the table and Tom called to Karen. She came
through the swinging door from the kitchen carrying four bottles of
beer, and greeted us pleasantly. Then she went back and brought a
large bowl of Chex mix to go with the beer. She disappeared back into
the kitchen as we started our game.

After a couple of hands we heard the phone ring and grinned at Tom.
Sure enough, Karen popped her head out of the kitchen to tell Tom it
was for him. He took it in the living room, and soon came back with
the "bad news". He called Karen out from the kitchen and told her he
was going to have to handle an emergency in the office.

Karen nearly panicked when he told her that. She whispered something
frantically in his ear, but he hugged her and assured her it would be
OK.

Then he turned to me, still holding her, and said, "Dick, Karen's not
sure it's proper for her to be alone with you three guys, but I told
her we should let you finish playing, like we always do, and that I
knew I could trust you. So you will see to it that there are no
problems, won't you?"

"Of course," I nodded. "It's really nice of you guys to let us go
ahead with the game, and you can count on me."

"Karen," I added, turning to her, "if anything is bothering you,
anything at all, please tell me, and I'll take care of it. OK?"

She nodded, and whispered, "Thanks."

Then she kissed Tom and said, "You need to get to work. Don't worry
about me."

He nodded, gave me a final look, and was out the door.

As soon as the door closed behind him Karen started biting her lip and
wringing her hands.

"Karen," I said, "something is bothering you. Let's talk about it."

"I'm sorry, Dick, it's just me. Ignore me."

"No, I promised Tom that if anything was bothering you I would take
care of it. I can't take care of it if I don't know what it is."

"I ... this feels so wrong ... being here with you three guys. I've
never been alone in a house with guys before, not even with Tom, until
we were married."

My god! A virgin on her wedding night, and still a total innocent. I
had no idea women like this still existed.

"Of course," I nodded, "I understand. I have a suggestion. Why don't
you take a book, or something, and go back to your bedroom. I'll bet
there's a lock on your bedroom door, right?"

"Yeah, I think so, but we never use it. I don't know where the key
is."

"I'm sure you won't need the key. There has to be a button or knob on
the inside that you can push or turn to lock it. You go in the bedroom
and lock the door, and then it will be like you have your own private
house back there, with no one else in it. Does that sound good?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you," she shuddered. "I know I'm just being silly, and
I'm sorry, but I hope you'll forgive me."

We all assured her that we understood.

"Thanks, guys. I'm going, now."

"OK," I said to her back as she started toward the hall, "we won't
bother you unless we need something."

The living room, dining room, and kitchen were lined up on the right
side of their house. On the left side was a garage in the front with a
bathroom and bedrooms behind it. The hall ran back between the dining
room side and the bedroom side. We could only see a bit of the hall
through an open doorway from its side into the dining room.

She disappeared around the corner, and we waited until we heard her
walk down the hall and into a bedroom.

"Damn!" Bob grumbled after we heard her door latch. "Talk about a
total bust!"

"What the fuck were you doing?" Pete accused me. "You were fucking
encouraging her to lock her fucking ass where we can't even touch it!"

"Peace, guys," I tried to calm them. "You don't want her to hear you.
Besides, I've got a plan."

"This I gotta hear," Bob said suspiciously.

"First, think about it. The gal's a total innocent, and nervous as a
virgin with a gun at her back. What do you think that means?"

"I guess it means we never had a chance, anyway," Bob shrugged.

Pete's mouth dropped open. "Fuck, no! What it means is she's feeling
horny, and she's fucking scared to death of what she's feeling."

"Bingo," I grinned at Pete. "That's the way I figured it, too. I think
we've got a good chance of seducing her, but the first step was that
she had to trust us, or at least one of us."

"So who elected you?"

"Tom did, actually. Besides, I was the first one to figure things
out."

"So, what's the second step?"

"We play poker for a while and let her calm down. Meanwhile, let's try
to finish up the Chex mix."

Stuffing our faces with the mix was a thirsty job, and we had mostly
drained our bottles by the end of three hands. I looked around, said
something like, "Trusty Dick to the rescue," and went out to the
kitchen for more. As I expected, I found plenty of bottles in the
refrigerator, and brought out three.

We played two more hands before we got to the bottom of the snack
bowl. I looked at it and said, "Time for the next step."

Then I intentionally tipped over my beer bottle, letting the liquid
form a puddle in the middle of the table.

"OH SHIT!" the other two guys jumped up and started frantically trying
to clean up the mess. We had some napkins, but they didn't help much.

For my part, I calmly walked to the hall and down to what I judged was
the bedroom door Karen was hiding behind.

I knocked, and called, "Karen, we've got a problem! Can you help?"

I heard her walk to the door, fiddle with the lock, and then look out.

"I'm so sorry, Karen, I spilled some beer on the table."

"Oh, no," she said dashing down the hall. "I'll get a cloth."

I followed her back to the dining room, saw her glance at the table,
then continue her dash into the kitchen. She came out shortly with a
roll of paper towels, a wet dish cloth, and a dish towel. I stood
beside her and grabbed paper towels out of her hand once they had
sopped up their share of the beer. It only took her a minute or so to
get the spill cleaned up and the table washed and wiped dry.

"I have another confession to make," I said as I handed her the wad of
wet paper towels. "We wanted some more beer, and we didn't want to
bother you, so I found it myself in the refrigerator.

"Now I wish I hadn't," I added, looking at the towels.

"Please, don't worry about it, Dick. It was easy to clean up. And I'm
glad you felt you could get the beer yourself."

She gave me a sidelong look. "You're being very kind to me. Much more
than I deserve."

I looked her straight in the eye. "You deserve it, Karen. You're a
very special person."

That certainly flustered her, and she ducked out to the kitchen to get
rid of the things she had in her hands. It didn't seem like she was
going to come right back out, so we sat down and dealt another hand.
But before we started bidding she did return, with three more beers.
She first stepped to the corner of the table between Bob and Pete, and
set their beers down on coasters. While she was doing that she caught
my eye and gave me a shy smile. Then she came to my side of the table
and, to my amazement, pressed her body against mine as she set my beer
down.

I turned my face up with what I hoped was a fond, but not lascivious,
look, and said, "Thanks, Karen."

"You're welcome," she whispered.

Keeping my eyes locked to hers, I said, "Oh, we wouldn't bother you,
but since you're here, we do love that Chex mix. Do you have more?"

She tore her eyes away from mine to look at the bowl.

"Oh! Of course. I knew you would want more. I was going to make
another batch while you were playing, but then ... well ... my plans
got changed."

She looked directly down at me as she said, "I'm sorry, it's going to
take a while. I wish I hadn't forgotten. I'm so ashamed ..."

"Stop that, Karen. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Look ... would
it go faster if you had some help?"

"Oh, I couldn't. I mean, yes, it would, but that's silly. You guys go
ahead and play."

"Ah, but I want munchies more than I want poker," I grinned up at her.
"I'd love to help you. Please let me."

"Well, I guess." She looked at Bob and Pete, "but what about you guys?
I could use one helper, but not three."

"No problem," Bob tossed out. "I've been dying to take Pete on in some
Gin Rummy."

"Shi-, I mean sure, I'll f- ... I'll clean you out, you patsy," Pete
managed to get out.

I nearly laughed out loud at the effort he was making to keep his
mouth clean, but I controlled myself.

"Well, come on, then," Karen said, starting into the kitchen.

I followed her, but turned and grinned at the guys before I went
through the door. Bob gave me a thumbs up. Pete gave me a finger.

"OK, I'm going to let you in on my secret ingredient," Karen explained
once I joined her in the kitchen. "I use chopped dates, but they have
to be chopped so finely that no one even realizes they are there. That
takes a while. Do you think you could do it?"

"I can sure try. Can I wash my hands at the sink, first?"

She looked at me, shaking her head in amazement. "You are something
else. Tom would have just grabbed a knife and started in. I would have
had to yell at him to wash up first."

She blushed and looked down as she went on, "I was standing here
trying to figure how to tell you to wash without yelling at you. Oh,
Dick, you're too good to be true!"

"Now, now, let's not have any flattery," I said from the sink as I
started washing my hands. "Get it through your head; you don't have to
butter me up to get me to help you."

I turned and looked at her as I rubbed with a hand towel. "I really
want to help you. OK?"

"And I really think you are too good to be true," she said, blushing
deeply, but managing to hold eye contact this time.

I turned to hang up the towel, and she turned at the same time to get
the dates out of the refrigerator. When I turned back around she was
still blushing, but not looking at me, as she took them to the cutting
board and got out a knife.

"Only about half a dozen, but very, very fine," she managed to croak.

While I worked on that she got out all the other ingredients, then
started melting the butter while she pulled out Worcestershire Sauce
and some spices. Soon she was stirring the butter and adding sauce and
spices to it. The cutting board was right next to the stove, so we
were working very close to each other. The atmosphere was electric,
but we didn't look at each other, or even touch, quite.

"OK, I'm ready for the dates," she finally said softly. "Oh, that's
very good, but let me do just a little more."

She scooted over against me and reached out and took the knife from my
hand. I stood very close to her watching as she finished chopping. She
didn't take long, so I guess I had done a fairly good job.

I continued watching as she tossed everything together and popped it
into the microwave. Then she turned and gave me another smile, not so
shy this time.

"Oh, Dick, I really, really, ... I mean ... it was so nice of you to
help me out. I can't believe how fast it went. You were wonderful."

"Working beside you was wonderful for me, Karen. My wife always chases
me out of the kitchen, so I never get a chance at what you and I just
did together."

"My husband won't come close to the kitchen unless I force him to, so
what we did was great for me, too. ... You have no idea how much ..."

"I think maybe I do, too. Was it this much?"

I reached for her waist with both hands, pulled her close, and kissed
her gently on the mouth. She moaned and melted against me.

I didn't let the kiss go on too long, but pulled back and said very
softly, "It was at least that much for me, Karen."

She was staring at me, her mouth open and eyes wide. Then the
microwave beeped and broke the trance. She jerked away from me, got
the mix out, and poured it into the big serving bowl.

"We have to go now, Dick, thank you for ... everything."

She handed the bowl to me to carry out, and followed me back to the
dining room. I set the bowl down and started to sit. Karen continued
on to the hall doorway, then turned.

"If you need any more beer, Dick knows where it is. If you need
anything else, call me. I'll be back there." She waved vaguely down
the hall, and then she was gone.

Both guys leaned expectantly forward, and as soon as we heard her door
click they started prodding for information.

"So, what happened out there?" "How come the fucking bitch scooted off
again?" "Did you make any progress at all?"

"Hey, whoa! Yeah, I made some progress, and I would have made more if
the blasted microwave had taken longer. She is definitely horny, and
she really got into it when I kissed her."

"You're just shitting us. How come she took off like a shot, then?"

"Because she's still afraid to admit what she's feeling, even to
herself. Patience, guys. The night's not over yet."

I was hoping she would show up by herself soon, and indeed she did.
She slipped back into the room and watched us for a while. Finally, at
the end of a hand, she asked me very hesitantly if I could help her
with something in the kitchen.

When we got there she looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Dick, I ... I don't really have anything for you to do ... It's just
... well ... we need to talk."

"About the kiss?"

She nodded, but wouldn't look at me.

"Karen, I wouldn't have done it except that it seemed somehow right
and natural at that moment. Did you feel like I was forcing you?"

"Oh no, Dick, no!"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, Dick, anything."

"Have you kissed many boys or men, other than Tom?"

"No, never! I mean, never before ... tonight."

"So Tom was your first?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you make me feel so special! To think I'm the only person you've
kissed other than him. ... Karen, look at me. ... Do you want to kiss
me again?"

She whimpered, "Yes, but I mustn't. Please, Dick, don't push me."

"Of course not, Karen. That would ruin everything. Our kiss was very
special, and we need to keep it that way."

"Oh, Dick, you're so good to me!"

"I want to ask one more thing that I really shouldn't ask."

"Please, I already said you can ask me anything."

"OK, but don't answer if you don't want to. ... Do you think Tom has
kissed anyone else since you were married?"

She was quiet for quite a while, and I was about to tell her to forget
I asked, when she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Y-y-yes, he has. H-h-he's done more than that. He ... OHH! ... I
can't say it!

"Shhh. You don't need to say it. You don't even need to think it. Just
think about the fact that he has kissed someone else. Does that help
with the feelings you are having about kissing me?"

"Yes, Dick, YES! Dick ... I want to kiss you again. Please, let's kiss
again."

We didn't say anything for a while after that. We kissed, tenderly at
first and then more passionately. She wrapped her arms around my neck
and clung to me. I had a huge hard-on by then which I tried to keep
from pressing into her, but the only way I could accomplish that was
by twisting my body a bit. She didn't seem a bit shy about pressing
her crotch against my thigh.

I finally pulled back enough to say, "Karen, I'm really loving this,
but I think we should control ourselves. Don't you?"

"I don't know." Her voice was throaty now. "Tom didn't control himself
with that slut at the office, why should I?"

"Because you're better than that. Let me guess. You're feeling like
getting even, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'd love to get even."

"So what happens if he finds out you had an affair ... with me."

"Dick! You wouldn't tell him, would you?"

"Of course not, Karen. You're far to precious to me to do something
like that. But what about Bob and Pete in the next room. What do you
suppose they are thinking right now?"

"Oh, no! We have to get back out there right now!"

I chuckled. "It's already too late to keep them from having
suspicions. But I have an idea."

I looked at her seriously for a moment. "It's a kind of wild idea, and
it will probably shock you at first, but I think it will do two
things: First, it will give you a chance to get even without going too
far. Second, it will keep Bob and Pete from spilling the beans with
Tom."

She grinned. It was almost an evil grin, though she was such an
innocent she couldn't really pull that off.

"I'm all ears. Tell me more."

"What if you kissed all three of us?"

"WHAT! No way! That's crazy!"

"I don't mean really kissing, not the way we were; just quick kisses,
you know? Don't you see how that would work?"

"A chance to get even, and keep Bob and Pete from telling. You know,"
breaking into a grin, "I think you're a genius."

Then she growled deep in her throat. "Not to mention a hunk and the
most fantastic man I ever met."

She threw herself at me and started kissing all over my face while
clinging to me.

"Whoa, honey! Mustn't show favoritism if you want this to work.
Unless, of course," I grinned, "you intend to kiss the other guys this
same way."

She gave me a tiny slap on the cheek. "You're mean."

"Come with me," I ordered, grabbing her hand and pulling her through
the kitchen door.

"Sorry, guys," I announced, "we had a little problem to work out, but
I think we've come to an agreement. We can start playing now, and
Karen is going to watch. Whose deal?"

Pete dealt, and Bob won the hand.

"OK," I told Bob, "I think Karen has an extra reward for the winner.
Isn't that right, Karen?"

Karen giggled, then leaned over and gave Bob a quick kiss on the
mouth. It was a bit clumsy, with her mouth at right angles to his, but
Pete and I applauded, and Karen seemed pleased with herself.

I won the next hand, and Karen started to lean over me for my kiss but
I stopped her.

"Let's do it this way," I said pushing my chair back from the table.
"Down on your knees, slave."

She giggled again, dropped to her knees, and gave me a quick kiss,
though her eyes fired much more into mine. We played several hands
that way, with Karen dropping to her knees after each. All three of us
had gotten kissed two or three times when Pete won a hand and decided
to change things.

"Say, there, little lady," putting on his best John Wayne drawl,
"aren't your knees gitt'n kinda tired of doing it that way?"

Her giggle had become a ritual by now. "Why, yes, kind sir, what would
you suggest."

"How about if you set yourself down on this here lap, instead?"

"Oh!" She shot a glance at me, but I just shrugged. "Well, ... I
certainly hope you aren't thinking of taking advantage of a poor
innocent girl, but I can see it would be more comfortable that way."

"Wall, now, I've always had a soft spot for a damsel in distress, so
you don't need to worry yourself none about that."

I could see fear written on her face now, but she did sit on his lap
and lean forward for a quick kiss. She started to get up, but he held
her down.

"Hold your horses, you little hussy. That was over before I even
knowed it started. Try again."

He used his hand to push her head to his, and held the kiss for a
second or two, then let her go.

"Pete! Shame on you." But she was blushing, and seemed more
embarrassed than angry.

I got my turn on the next hand, and patted my lap. Karen didn't
hesitate, sitting and bringing her mouth to mine. I let her stay there
for a couple of seconds, and felt her shiver, then pushed her away. I
managed to whisper, "no favorites," as she stood up.

She was a real trooper, giving everybody two-second kisses for the
next half-dozen hands or so. Then Pete queered it. She had given him
his kiss, but he didn't let her go.

"Shit, baby, you know you want more. Give me a real fucking kiss."

She slapped him, hard, stood up and pointed at the door.

"OUT!"

I glared at Pete. "You heard what the lady said. Get out. In fact, the
game is over. Come on, Bob, we've insulted her, and we have no
business being in her house."

Karen was sobbing now, and she grabbed my arm. "Dick, you don't have
to leave."

"Yes, Karen, I do. I let things get out of hand, and I'm incredibly
sorry. I feel terrible."

"But it wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. I broke my promise to Tom, and even worse, I didn't see
that you were honored as you should have been. Good-bye, Karen."

On the way home I realized what an emotional roller coaster I'd been
on. I started the night wanting desperately to fuck Karen, and
gleefully planning to exploit the opening that Tom had given me. Then
while she and I were making the Chex mix my heart had gone out to her.
I no longer wanted to fuck her. Make love to her, in a very tender
way, yes, that would be wonderful, though not essential. Most
important was just to hold her. Somehow, though, that warmth washed
away the second time I was in the kitchen with her. I was toying with
her emotions, trying to trick her into playing games with us, and I
succeeded. But all that changed again when I watched her sitting on
the guys' laps and kissing them, and when she sat on my lap and kissed
me. I was worried about her, feeling an urgent need to take care of
her, even jealous when she was on Bob's or Pete's lap. I was as truly
angry as she was over what Pete did.

By the time I got home I was very ashamed of myself for what I had
done to her. I felt there was a very good chance she would want to
take our relationship further, and I told myself I must not lead her
on. In fact, I must be firm with her to stop things from going
further. Firm, but gentle. It might not be easy.

Karen did call me at work the next day, and wanted to get together to
"talk." I tried to be frank, saying that I was attracted to her, and I
knew she was attracted to me, but that we were both married, and we
needed to honor those marriages. When she repeated that she only
wanted to talk, I told her that the way I was feeling I wouldn't be
able to stop at talking, and finally got her to admit the same thing
about herself. I finished the conversation by pointing out that even
talking on the phone with her was inflaming my feelings, and that
wasn't a good idea for either of us. She finally said she understood,
and got out a tearful good-bye. My own heart was aching dreadfully. We
haven't talked since.

And so we reached the end of the four-week adventure that Bob had
started us off on. Next Tuesday we would be back to the plain old
poker game with the guys. Frankly, I wasn't looking forward to it.
Frankly, it sounded boring. Frankly, I wanted S-E-X.

It was Bob's turn to be host again, of course, and we did all manage
to show up there, though we were all a lot more subdued than usual. He
apologized, telling us that Cindy had insisted on going to visit her
sister down at the south end of the state. She had made salsa for us,
but somehow it didn't taste nearly as good without her serving it.

I sort of wanted to talk about how hot the past month's poker parties
had been, but realized I couldn't talk specifically about any one of
them, because the missing husband in each case was now sitting right
in front of me. I could tell the other guys were feeling the same way.

We did talk around the subject in generalities, but it was all very
awkward. And then we realized something else. Our games from now on
were also going to be somewhat awkward, because of the wives. I knew
that Cindy and Terry had fucked all of us, and that Nancy and Karen
hadn't. Things would obviously be awkward for Cindy or Terry if they
were present, not to mention for the rest of us as we looked at them
and thought about how hot they had been. But things would also be
awkward for Nancy and Terry, who had been sorely tempted.

It seemed the only way to avoid the awkwardness would be for the gals
to make an excuse to be elsewhere, the way Cindy had done this week.
But excuses every month? That would hardly be believable. Pete solved
the dilemma, though.

"Shit, guys, I don't know what the hell you are so worried about.
Look, I know you all fucked Terry two weeks ago. I've known for years
that she's a fucking slut, so there was no fucking doubt in my mind as
to what kind of shit would be going on when I left the house. Hell, I
asked her to tell me all about it when I got home. I know, Bob and
Tom, that you each fucked her twice, while Dick, here, the horny
bastard, kept her coming for nearly two hours."

Bob seemed to be finding this hard to believe. "No shit? There's no
way you could have fucked her for two hours, Dick. Man, I felt like I
kept her going for half an hour the second time, and when it was over
I was limp as a dish rag."

"You just don't know how to pace yourself," I laughed. "I must have
made her come screaming at least half a dozen times after you guys
left."

"And" Pete put in, "she still wanted to fuck me half the night after I
got home. She knows I fuck around, and I know she fucks around. So I
don't give a fucking shit what you do with her when you're at my
house. If she feels like a fucking gang bang, then I'll fucking join
in."

"Oh SHIT!" all three of us said, or at least that's what I said. We
all said it at the same time, and I'm not sure what words they
actually used, but I assure you we all meant the same thing.

"So maybe," Tom said, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "we should have
all our games at your house from now on."

Bob and I nodded agreement, and I mumbled something about how I was
going to try to beg off for next week, anyway.

"No problem," Pete assured us. "So long as you realize Terry doesn't
always want sex. When she's on the rag she won't want it at all. Like
we said before, you keep your fucking hands off her if she doesn't
want you, right?"

We all nodded.

"She gets what she fucking wants, and nothing more, understand? One
night she might want to fuck me, and just me. You guys will have to
keep it in your fucking pants or jack yourselves off. Another night
she might decide she just wants horny Dick, here. Or maybe she wants a
fucking sandwich with two of us. Whoever the hell she wants in, is in,
and the rest of us are out. Got it?"

"Sure, Pete," Tom assured her, "we know it's all extra desserts. We'd
be stupid asses to get greedy, 'cause we know we'd end up with nothing
at all.

We finally worked it out that Bob, Tom, and I, would each tell our
wives that we knew they must feel awkward about being left alone with
the other guys the night we had the emergency at work, so we have
begged off on hosting future poker parties. Naturally we would leave
the impression that we would be rotating among the other three guys'
places.

When I got to Pete's house the next week, Terry opened the door for
me, and once I was inside she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a
big juicy kiss.

"No sex tonight," she explained, "but that's a promise for the future.
And I don't mean just once in the future."

She apparently greeted each of us the same way. We settled down for a
night of plain old poker, but first Pete called for a "committee
report" from each of the three of us. Tom and I both reported that our
wives had bought the story, but Bob hadn't said anything.

Pete turned to him. "What about you, turd?

"Well, Cindy first said she didn't think it was fair for us not to do
our part, and I began to think maybe you guys hadn't gotten anywhere
at all with her. So I started asking her if anything awkward had
happened the night I had the emergency at work. She assured me that it
hadn't been awkward at all, and in fact that it had been kind of nice.
That surprised me, and she finally explained that she had sat in and
played poker with you guys, and even won a little money."

He looked around suspiciously at the three of us. "I can't believe
that she would have beat you in a fair game. I'll bet you were setting
her up."

Pete laughed. "Fuck, yes, we were."

"That's what I thought. Well, anyway, I said something about I didn't
think she liked poker, and she admitted she did like winning. But then
she paused a bit and added that the money wasn't the best part. Well,
... it eventually came out that you guys got her on fire, and
apparently used your fire hoses to quench the flames."

"Oh, yeah! Guilty as charged," I admitted.

"Yeah, well, after that I admitted that I had been fucking around on
her, too. We decided to forgive each other, and that night I ended up
using my fire hose three times, and I still left glowing embers.

"In fact, she gave me an ultimatum. She told me I had two choices:
either drop out of the poker games altogether, or have them at our
house whenever possible and let her do whatever she wants with you
guys while you are there."

He sighed. "Well, you see I'm here, so I guess half the games are
going to be at my house."

We all whistled and cheered, and Terry came out to see what all the
noise was about, so we had to explain the whole thing to her. She
admitted she was a bit relieved.

"I mean, I love fucking you guys, but I didn't think I wanted to do it
every week, but at the same time, I didn't want to keep putting you
off. I like it this way a lot better."

From then on the games alternated between Bob's and Pete's houses.
Occasionally we just played poker, but most of the time we played a
lot more than that. I often wondered if Nancy would have liked to be
part of the playing around, but I figured she had chosen her own
destiny that night when she chased the guys out and then lied to me.