Eighth Chapter: The Prize Draw
The day started very similar to the previous two occasions when a poker round had been scheduled in the evening. Helen served us breakfast in bed. Afterwards there was light 'training', including a massage that induced a horniness which resisted any number of cold showers. At some time in the afternoon Cathy disappeared into the kitchen to prepare sandwiches for the evening. I wondered whether anyone would be interested in sandwiches after having been told what the program for today entailed.
While Cathy was slicing tomatoes and washing lettuce, she could be heard reciting her by now customary litany, "I need a fuck. I want a cock in my cunt. Or in my ass. Or in my mouth."
"Don't despair," I comforted her, "you'll soon get one."
"So will you," came her retort, reminding me once more of my predicament.
Because I had been busy worrying about what the evening would bring, I had neglected to decide what Cathy would be wearing for the night, something I had enjoyed very much on the past two occasions. To compensate for this lack of guidance, Cathy had decided on her own that she would start the evening wearing the same clothes she had been wearing at the end of the last poker meeting: none. However, she thought it wouldn't be a good idea to answer the door in her birthday suit.
This fitted perfectly into Helen's plan, which was that Cathy would stay out of sight until our guests had been briefed on the proposed program for the evening. Helen volunteered to be the reception committee, provide the necessary information, and in general act as the Master (or rather Mistress) of Ceremonies.
I wondered what Helen would be wearing to receive my friends, four men who had never seen her before. I should have guessed. She had no intention of wearing anything other than her black body stocking. I could imagine what impact it would have on my buddies to be suddenly confronted with this fantastic woman wearing an outfit which looked like a second skin.
I didn't have to wait long. Hank was the first one to arrive. He probably thought he had come to the wrong house when Helen answered the door. "Hi, my name is Helen. I'm a friend of Stan and Cathy's. They have been kind enough to let me stay at their place. Don't be shy, come on in."
It was wonderful to see Hank's face as he followed Helen into the house. His eyes were firmly glued to her thinly-covered behind. Hank's face was just one huge question mark. When Helen left us on our own for a moment while she went to the kitchen to fetch a beer for our guest, he whispered, "Who's she? Where's Cathy? What happened?"
Helen returned with the beer and filled our glasses. "This is Helen, a friend of ours. She's staying with us for a few weeks. Cathy will join us in a while. We're just waiting for everybody to arrive. Then Helen will explain everything," I answered his questions in the sequence he had asked them.
This was all the information I was willing to provide. Helen was kept busy answering the door, fetching beer, refilling glasses. Whenever she was out of earshot, someone added his own set of questions to the list. When she was present, my friends grimaced at me and I grimaced back without trying to convey any particular meaning.
Seeing that they weren't going to get anything out of me, my friends engaged in the game of undressing Helen with their eyes, although there wasn't really any need for this. All her wonderful features were clearly detectable under the thin fabric. The image probably gave rise to a number of wild fantasies, but I'm not able to say what they were. Helen probably knew but didn't let on that she could read their minds.
For a while I forgot my own predicament and felt really smug. Wasn't I a fantastic guy? Who else would be able to present his friends not only with his own wife but with a second stunning female to look at?
When all players had arrived and were looked after as far as liquid refreshment was concerned, Helen asked us to take our seats around the poker table and then proceeded to give us the long awaited explanation.
Helen introduced herself once more as a friend of the hosts and let it shine through that she had been present in the house during the previous two poker evenings - but she never mentioned that she had been instrumental in making them as unusual and as interesting as they had been.
"I've noticed that you guys have a very interesting approach to playing cards. Your evenings are a lot less boring than the other poker rounds I've come across. Let's face it: when men get together, the favorite conversation topics are cars, sports, and sex - not necessarily in that order. Playing cards comes way down on the list. So I made Stan and Cathy some suggestions on how to liven up your evenings a little more and they were willing to give it a try."
Helen's admission that, of the three topics she had mentioned, she knew only very little about sports and cars, produced a certain anticipation. Could this evening get even better than the previous two?
"So, today, you're going to give the cards a rest. Instead we'll conduct a prize draw where everybody wins a prize. Excuse me for a moment while I get the main prize of the evening."
While Helen disappeared briefly, the guys looked at me in utter confusion and amazement.
Their amazement increased when Helen returned with Cathy in tow. Cathy had slightly changed her plan on what to wear. She arrived with a large red ribbon around her waist and another one crossing her body in a vertical direction, passing from one shoulder between her breasts and between her legs, and then back up again behind her back. At the point where the two ribbons crossed, there was an elaborate bow, just like on a gift parcel. Cathy really looked like a large walking, breathing present as she stood next to Helen at the top of the poker table.
"This is tonight's main prize," Helen resumed her discourse. "Let me unwrap her for you, so you get a better view." Helen cut the two ribbons with a pair of scissors. The ribbons fell promptly away and left Cathy standing there in all her naked glory.
"Let's pass her around so you can have a better look." Helen gave Cathy a light slap on her bottom to send her on a tour around the table. "You may touch her, if you like."
There was no way any of my friends would ignore this invitation. They got up from their chairs and inspected every inch of Cathy's body thoroughly - with their eyes and even more so with their hands. They had seen Cathy naked at the last get-together, and they had fingered her pussy during the first of this extraordinary series of evenings, but there was nothing wrong with repeating the experience. Cathy's progress around the table was extremely slow because of the time each one of my friends took inspecting her tits, her ass and her pussy.
And Cathy? The woman who had declared that it gave her the creeps when men looked at her even when she was fully dressed, the one who had said that she didn't want my friends to peek at her pussy with their greedy eyes? She enjoyed all the attention she was getting to the full. She was all smiles and giggles when hands passed over her smooth skin; she shrieked when they pinched her nipples; she gasped when fingers passed along her slit and some even poked inside her for a while.
Watching how Cathy submitted so wantonly to my friends' caresses got me more and more excited. I was ready to grab her, bend her over the table and fuck her there and then. The only thing which held me back were my good manners.
When Cathy finally returned to Helen's side, Helen resumed her role as the Mistress of Ceremonies.
"I want each one of you to write his name on a piece of paper and hand it to me. The names go into this bowl here. I have already prepared another bowl with four slips on which I have written the four prizes."
When all the men had given her the requested slips, Helen put them into the bowl and then blindfolded Cathy. She guided Cathy's hands, one into each bowl and told her to pick one slip from each of them.
After the blindfold had been removed, Cathy unfolded the slips she had picked and announced, "The first winner is ... Bill. And the prize is ... Cathy's mouth."
There were cheers and approving murmurs around the table. Helen asked Bill to take a chair at the front of the table so that everybody could watch. It soon became clear that Bill's cock was ready to go - it probably had been for some time. I imagined that everybody else's dick was in an advanced state of excitement too, just like mine was.
Cathy made a show of sucking this cock with the knobby head. She did it not only for Bill's enjoyment, but also for the enjoyment of everybody watching and, not least, for her own. Cathy made an effort to make this blowjob last longer than the last time her lips and Bill's cock had met. She spent a long time kissing and licking his balls and then his shaft before she moved up and circled her tongue around his cock head.
By this time Bill was already noticeably excited. He pushed her head down on his cock. Cathy opened her mouth willingly and swallowed Bill's entire cock. Her head bobbed up and down as Bill groaned and grunted. This time Cathy didn't release Bill's dick until she had swallowed the last drop of his cum.
There was roaring applause from the audience as Cathy got up and let Helen blindfold her again for the next draw.
The second winner was Tim and his prize was Cathy's ass.
The guys started hollering as Cathy bent over the poker table and stuck her rear invitingly up in the air. For a moment I thought Tim might ask Cathy whether she was really sure she wanted to do this, but he didn't. Either he was certain that he would get a resounding yes, or he didn't want to take the risk that the answer might be anything other than one hundred percent affirmative.
Helen made sure that both parties were well lubricated, then she gave Tim the start signal. I have fucked Cathy's ass quite a few times - mostly during the last few weeks - but I had never watched anyone else put his cock in her rear. My eyes switched constantly between her ass which was being penetrated by Tim's hard rod and her face which showed how much she was enjoying herself. I guess, apart from being fucked in the ass by a man who seemed to know what he was doing, she also derived a great deal of pleasure from displaying her wanton lust to everyone who cared to watch.
Tim really knew what he was doing. He varied speed and depth of penetration as it suited him. At times he would fuck Cathy fast and furious and made the onlookers think that it would all be over within seconds, then he would let things cool down and slid in and out of Cathy with slow, almost languid movements. Cathy wasn't interested in a slow comfortable screw. She wanted it hard and fast and spurred Tim on, "Come on, give it to me. Show me what a fantastic stud you are." Tim didn't remain deaf to her goading and picked up speed again until it became clear that he had just come in Cathy's ass.
With two of the prizes already awarded, Helen suggested a break to do justice to Cathy's talent as a creator of unusual sandwiches. Everybody agreed, even the two who were still waiting to find out what their prizes would be. The men invited the two women to pull up chairs and join them around the table. Women at the poker table had until then been something unthinkable, but the circumstances were somewhat extraordinary - and so were the women in question.
When everybody's hunger had been satisfied, all leftovers cleared away and the beer glasses refilled, Helen resumed her role and blindfolded Cathy for the third draw. This time Hank was the lucky winner and his prize, as Cathy joyfully declared, was 'Cathy's cunt' - I'm sure it actually said pussy on the slip but she apparently considered cunt more appropriate.
Cathy didn't hesitate for one moment. She sat down on the table, got hold of her legs and then leant back. This left her lying on her back, her feet on either side of her head, while she was holding her folded-over legs spread. Her pussy was waiting to be fucked.
Hank had been ready from the moment Cathy had announced his name. He dropped his trousers and stuffed his cock into Cathy's eager hole. He seemed in a hurry. Maybe the wait had been too long for him. Hank lacked the subtlety which Tim had demonstrated, he just wanted to fuck, and that was all. Cathy didn't seem to mind. She welcomed Hank's cock as warmly in her pussy as she had welcomed Tim's prick in her ass and Bill's knob in her mouth.
This was when Eddy and the other onlookers started to wonder what the fourth prize would be.
"It's going to be a hand-job," Bill teased Eddy.
"No. I think, it's going to be free choice of all available options," Eddy countered.
Tim looked suggestively in Helen's direction. That gave them food for thought. Could it be that Helen would be offering herself as the fourth prize?
The mystery would be solved soon after Hank had squirted his spunk into Cathy's pussy.
There was no longer any need to blindfold Cathy - each bowl only contained one remaining slip. The anticipation grew after Cathy had announced that the fourth winner was Eddy. That didn't surprise anyone, but they wanted to know what his prize was.
"Stan's ass," Cathy read from the last slip. A gasp went around the room. I didn't have the courage to look at any of them. My eyes were firmly fixed on a stain on the carpet, but I could feel my friends' eyes on me.
"Holy shit!" Eddy exclaimed. "Is this ironic or what? Everybody else has a wife at home and wins sex with a woman. I haven't got anyone at home, and what do I win? Sex with a guy!"
I could understand Eddy's outburst. Given the choice I would have preferred Cathy over any guy - including the most handsome Hollywood actors. But, from what Eddy said, it became clear that he wasn't going to reject his prize. At least I would be spared the indignity of being a prize which nobody wanted.
The best way of dealing with my embarrassment I could think of was to get the whole thing over with as fast as possible. I dropped my trousers and bent over the poker table. Helen was at hand to lubricate my rear. I braced myself for the onslaught, but I didn't feel any regret. I wanted this. I wanted to do it for Cathy - and for Helen. I wanted to show them that I was a real man. One who could take a cock up his ass just as well as he could stick his dick into a woman's behind. Or her pussy. Or her mouth.
I remembered that Eddy was the guy whose cock was curved like a saber. I wondered briefly whether that was a good or a bad thing as far as the next minutes were concerned. I still don't know the answer to this question because, so far, Eddy has been the only one.
I had been sporting an erection for some time, but my cock seemed to get even harder as Eddy fucked me. Was it okay to enjoy this? Wouldn't it create the wrong impression? What wrong impression? That I was able to get enjoyment out of many different forms of sex? That wouldn't be a wrong impression, that would be the truth.
Eddy groaned as his excitement mounted. He pushed faster and deeper into my ass. Then I felt his cum stream into my rectum. I remained motionless, bent over the poker table as Eddy withdrew his cock from my rear and got dressed. I didn't turn around to say goodbye when my friends got ready to leave.
Helen, as the Mistress of Ceremonies, and the only one who could be described as dressed, saw everybody to the door. I still hadn't moved when she returned. My feelings about what had happened were all in a jumble. I wasn't sure how to face Cathy.
"Why don't you strike the iron while it's hot?" I heard Helen say, apparently to Cathy.
Then I felt something hard and smooth being pushed into my rear. I turned around and saw that Cathy had strapped on a dildo which she was pushing into my ass.
"Relax, I won't harm you," she said as she pushed deeper inside me.
My own wife was fucking my ass with a plastic cock! Was there any more a man could wish for? I pushed my rear back towards her. I wanted her to fuck me deep and hard. Just thinking about it could blow my mind. Would I be able to climax from her fucking me? My cock was rock-hard, but I doubted that the stimulation would be enough to make me come.
"My cock," I said, "someone suck my cock, please."
"Cathy will take care of your cock in a moment. But first she's going to fuck your ass."
That destroyed any hopes that Helen's role might extend to helping me climax.
Cathy kept pounding into my rear. I realized that she was doing it more for her own benefit than to please me. But she didn't ignore my needs altogether. One hand reached around to my front and stroked my cock. It felt fantastic, but I didn't want to come. Not now, not like this. I wanted to come in her mouth, or her ass, or her cunt. Any one of the orifices which had already been visited by my friends would do.
After Cathy had reached the satisfaction she had been striving for, she undid the straps of the dildo, but left the cock implanted in my rear. Then she crawled under the table and took my cock into her mouth. The touch of her soft lips made me swoon with delight. And, to my surprise, the movement of the cock in my ass continued. I soon realized that Helen was standing next to me and kept pushing the dildo in and out of me.
This was more than I could take. My balls could no longer resist the excitement. My cock shot jets of hot cum into Cathy's mouth. Cathy swallowed it eagerly and sucked my cock until there wasn't a single drop left.