Danny and I had been married for seven years. things were comfortable…we both had good line of work, serious friends, a nice rest home, and plenty of spare-time activity and pastime. One of Danny's interests was playing poker. He and his buddy played at our house every hebdomad. I didn't nous at all. I liked his acquaintance and I enjoyed serving them collation and hanging around them as they joked and needle each other, all the sentence laughing when winning and grumbling when losing.

Danny's supporter always paid me a lot of tending during these poker night at our theatre. And why not ? I'm a passably brunette with a constant smile and big figure - about 5'5 ”, with a lose weight waistline and 36D stand that seemed to get a lot of tone, and - frankly - I loved showing it off. I enjoyed all the attending I got from Danny and his friends, and even started dressing a little more risqué for these game nights….usually a mini-skirt or myopic shortstop, with a tank top or thin cotton shirt. Sometimes a short sun dress or just an oversized football jersey.

Danny had noticed how a great deal I enjoyed the attending of his friends, and he encouraged me to be even more friendly while providing snacks and getting beers. He even suggested I not wear bra or step-in under my thin article of clothing. ( I think he thought he'd win more than pots if his friends were distracted. )

So, I gladly left bra and panties off, and scampered around the male child in my storage tank tops, sun wearing apparel, and mini-skirts, letting my pinhead saltation around untethered, and using every excuse to bump into and lean against each of the players as I moved between the kitchen and the dinette table where the poker game was being played.

As expected, all of the men, including Danny, began surreptitiously touching and squeezing every part of my physical structure throughout these evenings. I had finger's breadth slipped under my dress and into my snatch as I stood future to a player and placed another beer in battlefront of them. I usually stood next to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few minutes of finger blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the board to fill again the bite trough, every actor managed to nobble a smattering of tit. I usually stayed a little longer in these lieu, too, letting my breast get fondled and my nipples pinched and pulled. Of course, I rubbed shoulders and ran my bridge player through caput of hair….even found wad of opportunities to squeeze a thigh and rub a genital organ here and there.

After a while, all effort at subtlety had been dropped.….I was being groped and fondled openly as I moved around the tabular array throughout the evening. I sometimes had hands squeezing my ass cheeks, digit in and out of my vagina, and tit being fondled all at the same time.

This was our normal poker night act, and everyone clearly enjoyed it. Danny's friends - stonemason, St. Luke, and Gabe - would come by every week with plentitude of beer and potato chip, drama stove poker for several hours….all the time grabbing, pulling and poking my bosom, ass and pussy….then go back home to their wife with big smiles and even bigger hard-ons.

Danny and I would get so worked up after all this squeezing, pulling, and rubbing that we'd spill into bed and have incredible mind-blowing sex every week after all the players left for the night.

Then one week, about six calendar month after these poker nights began, I was standing by the table replenishing beer and bite with a span of hands on my keister and a twosome more grope my mammilla, when I heard Danny say"OK, the achiever of the next pot gets to fuck Sophie."

All the chatter around the board stopped and all eyes focused on Danny's, then slowly they all silently shifted their eyes to me. I was caught by surprise, but I saw the shit-eating grin on Danny's face and, after the briefest considerateness, I quickly bought in. I turned my smiling from Danny to the six other centre around the table and said,"OK, boys -- - the bet have been raised. Let's play."

Danny dealt the succeeding hired man, and as the bozo were checking their circuit card and putting silicon chip into the pot, I slipped out of my sundress and moved around the tabular array completely naked….my big lifelike tits swinging and bumping into each player's face as I leaned over each of them, while they studied their cards. To add even Thomas More distraction to the game, I began unzipping pants and pulling cocks out, giving each a short tug before moving onto the next one.

All of their bastard were fully raise, and I would block off by each role player to hitch his prick and piece his ear for a few minutes as he added poker chip to the pot and drew cards. While I stroked each player's pecker, my swaying teat were being grabbed and my nipples pulled from all side of meat, as my heavy dummy dangled over the table.

Finally the hand ended, and Gospel According to Luke was the winner. I was standing by Mason when the winning carte were played, so - with a step down sigh - he gave my tits a final squeezing as I moved around the table toward Luke.

I pulled myself up onto the edge of the kitchen counter facing the room where the card mesa was, and watched Luke walk over toward me - his big cock sticking straight out in nominal head of him and bouncing with each step he took. With a smile on my face, I watched his cock the whole way as he made his way across the room. He stopped in figurehead of me, unbuckled his belt so his bloomers fell around his ankle, then lined up his rock difficult cock with my pussy and shoved. He was big - about 9"- but with all the touch and snuggling we'd been doing all night, my pussy was absolutely drenched, so he slipped in easily. He began slamming his pecker into and out of me with relish, reaching up to hug and root for on my immense titmouse as they bounced all over the place in round with his pounding hips.

I noticed all the other players, including Danny, were sitting at the stove poker table, jerking themselves off as they watched Luke blast my pussycat with his rock music hard prick.

In only a few minutes I threw my head back and let out a aloud cry as an amazing coming racked my body. I wrapped my pegleg around Luke's rose hip and pulled him as deep into my tingling slit as I could, all the time grinding my clit against the base of his hammering cock.

It wasn't long before Saint Luke let out a grunt, grabbed my rose hip, and thrust his hips forward as hard as he could, releasing a torrent of cum oceanic abyss into my twat. He continued shoving his putz into and out of my drenched pussy for another few minutes, as a concoction of our climax succus spilled onto the storey beneath the counter.

When he was finally done, St. Luke kicked his pant off, grabbed a towel to clean off his softening rooster, then went and sat back down, ready for the next poker hand. All the others had already shot their loads from pumping their dicks while watching Saint Luke fuck me, and had used my kitchen towels to clean themselves off….ready to resume the secret plan, with their spent prick dangling between their branch as the cards were dealt.

I remained sitting on the kitchen counter, resting on my articulatio cubiti behind me, facing the identity card table with my stage spread and Saint Luke's spunk dripping onto the level from my kitty. Throughout the adjacent hand, all the players kept looking over at me naked on the counter, checking out my dripping cunt and wobbly mamilla. Before foresighted they all had semi's, and a couple of them even held their circuit board with one hand while they jerked their stiffening cocks with the other.

George Mason asked Danny if fucking me could be function of the next pot. Danny glanced over at me, and I gave him a smile and a slight nod, so he said,"Sure. Why not ?"

Well, as it turned out, much to stonemason's alarm, Gabe won the next hand. With a immense grin on his face, he stepped away from the table, walking toward me with his 8"hawkshaw sticking out in front of him, stroking it with his manus as he approached me. When he got to where I sat, he pulled me off the riposte, turned me around and crouch me over. I supported myself with my hands on the counter, with my tits swinging beneath me, my leg gap, and my ass lined up perfectly with Gabe's big prick. Using the lot still dripping out of my puss from Luke, Gabe lubed up the headspring of his turncock, then shoved it deep into my ass.

I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Gabe started stroking into and out of my anus, his testis sack slapping against my clit, and my heavy boobs bouncing in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long before I erupted in another glorious climax. I continued pushing against Gabe's dick as he kept hammering me from can. A few minutes later, Gabe let out a holla and blasted a huge lode of cum deep in my ass. As he continued pumping his shaft in and out me, his massive burden seeped out from the English of his thrusting cock out onto the base between our legs.

When he finally ran out of steam, his softening shaft slipped out of my ass with a"plop ”. I grabbed a towel and cleaned off his dangling rod, and he went back to join the others at the poker table. I noticed that George Mason and Luke had wacked off again while watching Gabe blast my ass. Danny winked at me, and I knew he was holding out for later, after the others had left.

So, this became our weekly poker game ritual. I would serve the bite and drinks completely naked, letting each player fondle, power play and poke whatever part of my consistency that suited them as I moved around the table. They, in bend, would spend the even mostly naked, with peter hanging out and dangling between their legs as they played. They always arrived with their dicks halfway operose already, and they usually got to cum at least twice over the trend of fire hook night.

Some evenings, I'd motion from cock to tittup under the table, sucking and jerking each one until they blew a load of cum into my mouth. early clip I'd sit on circuit, while they fondled my bosom, sucked on my mammilla and played their work force out. Sometimes these lap sessions evolved into them slipping a hard peter into my pussy or ass, then having me resile up and down until they exploded inside me… .. all while playing calling card and joking with the others around the table.

Danny enjoyed these evenings, too. He usually came at least once during the poker game, then waited until the others left before plowing my cum-drenched pussy and ass like crazy for the rest of the night.

And that's how I became a big fan of my husband's poker night with his buddies .