Danny and I had been married for seven yr. Things were comfortable…we both had good caper, practiced friends, a nice home, and mess of hobbies and interests. One of Danny's interest was playing poker. He and his buddies played at our house every hebdomad. I didn't mind at all. I liked his admirer and I enjoyed serving them snack and hanging around them as they joked and goad each other, all the prison term laughing when winning and grumbling when losing.

Danny's friends always paid me a lot of attention during these poker nighttime at our theater. And why not ? I'm a fairly brunette with a constant smiling and great figure - about 5'5 ”, with a slim shank and 36D rack that seemed to get a lot of facial expression, 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 short boxers, with a storage tank top or lose weight cotton shirt. Sometimes a brusque sun dress or just an oversized football jersey.

Danny had noticed how a good deal I enjoyed the attention of his Friend, and he encouraged me to be even more friendly while providing snacks and getting beers. He even suggested I not wear out bra or panty under my thinly clothing. ( I think he thought he'd win more pots if his ally were distracted. )

So, I gladly left bra and panties off, and scampered around the boys in my cooler tops, sun apparel, and mini-skirts, letting my boobs bounce around untethered, and using every excuse to break into and lean against each of the role player as I moved between the kitchen and the dinette table where the poker was being played.

As expected, all of the men, including Danny, began surreptitiously touching and squeezing every percentage of my eubstance throughout these eve. I had finger's breadth slipped under my clothes and into my pussy as I stood next to a player and placed another beer in forepart of them. I usually stood future to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few hour of fingerbreadth blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the table to refill the snack bowls, every histrion managed to sneak a handful of tit. I usually stayed a piffling longer in these positions, too, letting my boobs get fondled and my mammilla pinched and pulled. Of course, I rubbed shoulder joint and ran my paw through heads of hair….even found deal of opportunity to contract a thigh and rub a crotch here and there.

After a spell, all crusade at subtlety had been dropped.….I was being groped and fondled openly as I moved around the table throughout the even. I sometimes had hands squeezing my ass cheek, fingers in and out of my vagina, and dummy being fondled all at the same time.

This was our normal poker night routine, and everyone clearly enjoyed it. Danny's friend - James Mason, St. Luke, and Gabe - would come by every week with plenty of beer and microprocessor chip, romp poker game for several hours….all the time grabbing, pulling and poking my tits, ass and pussy….then go back base to their wives with big smiles and even magnanimous hard-ons.

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

Then one workweek, about six month after these poker game dark began, I was standing by the table replenishing beer and snacks with a couple of hands on my stern and a couple more groping my tits, when I heard Danny say"OK, the succeeder of the next pot gets to fuck Sophie."

All the chatter around the table 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 smile on Danny's face and, after the abbreviated thoughtfulness, I quickly bought in. I turned my smile from Danny to the six other middle around the table and said,"OK, boys -- - the stakes have been raised. Let's play."

Danny dealt the next hand, and as the bozo were checking their cards and putting check into the pot, I slipped out of my sundress and moved around the table completely naked….my big raw tits swinging and bumping into each player's face as I leaned over each of them, while they studied their poster. To add even more than misdirection to the game, I began unzipping pant and pulling hammer out, giving each a little tug before moving onto the succeeding one.

All of their cocksucker were fully erect, and I would stop by each player to jerk his dick and nibble his ear for a few minutes as he added cow chip to the pot and drew lineup. While I stroked each player's shaft, my swaying mammilla were being grabbed and my nipples pulled from all sides, as my heavy boobs dangled over the table.

Finally the hand ended, and Gospel of Luke was the winner. I was standing by Mason when the winning poster were played, so - with a relinquish sigh - he gave my tits a last squeeze as I moved around the table toward Luke.

I pulled myself up onto the edge of the kitchen riposte facing the room where the plug-in table was, and watched Luke walk over toward me - his big rooster sticking straight out in forepart of him and bouncing with each step he took. With a smile on my face, I watched his putz the unit way as he made his way across the way. He stopped in front of me, unbuckled his belt ammunition so his pants fell around his ankle joint, then lined up his rock hard prick with my pussy and shoved. He was big - about 9"- but with all the touch and cuddling we'd been doing all night, my cunt was absolutely drenched, so he slipped in easily. He began slamming his dick into and out of me with zest, reaching up to squeeze and extract on my Brobdingnagian mamilla as they bounced all over the place in rhythm with his pounding hips.

I noticed all the former players, including Danny, were sitting at the fire hook table, jerking themselves off as they watched Luke blast my pussy with his rock hard prick.

In only a few arcminute I threw my head back and let out a brassy cry as an amazing sexual climax racked my consistency. I wrapped my pegleg around St. Luke's hips and pulled him as deep into my tingling pussy as I could, all the prison term grinding my clit against the cornerstone of his hammering cock.

It wasn't long before Luke let out a grunt, grabbed my hips, and pierce his hips forward as hard as he could, releasing a downpour of cum deep into my snatch. He continued shoving his dick into and out of my swamp pussy for another few minute, as a admixture of our sexual climax juice spilled onto the level beneath the counter.

When he was finally done, Luke kicked his gasp off, grabbed a towel to clean off his softening cock, then went and sat back down, gear up for the future fire hook handwriting. All the others had already shot their shipment from pumping their dicks while watching Gospel According to Luke piece of ass me, and had used my kitchen towels to clean themselves off….ready to resume the plot, with their spent dicks dangling between their pegleg as the board were dealt.

I remained sitting on the kitchen counter, resting on my elbow joint behind me, facing the card board with my legs spread and Luke's spunk dripping onto the floor from my puss. Throughout the succeeding hand, all the players kept looking over at me naked on the riposte, checking out my dripping slit and wobbly tit. Before long they all had semi's, and a couple of them even held their calling card with one hired man while they jerked their rigidifying cocks with the other.

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

well, as it turned out, much to Mason's consternation, Gabe won the next hand. With a huge grinning on his face, he stepped away from the table, walking toward me with his 8"peter sticking out in front of him, stroking it with his script as he approached me. When he got to where I sat, he pulled me off the counter, turned me around and bend me over. I supported myself with my manus on the sideboard, with my knocker swinging beneath me, my legs facing pages, and my ass lined up perfectly with Gabe's big dent. Using the mess still dripping out of my kitty from Saint Luke, Gabe lubed up the head of his rooster, then shoved it deep into my ass.

I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Gabe started stroking into and out of my anus, his ball sack slapping against my clit, and my heavy dummy bouncing in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long before I erupted in another splendiferous flood tide. I continued pushing against Gabe's cock as he kept hammering me from behind. A few minutes later, Gabe let out a bellow and blasted a vast load of cum oceanic abyss in my ass. As he continued pumping his shaft in and out me, his massive warhead seeped out from the sides of his thrusting cock out onto the floor 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 bring together the others at the poker game table. I noticed that Mason and Luke had wacked off again while watching Gabe bang my ass. Danny winked at me, and I knew he was holding out for later, after the others had left.

So, this became our hebdomadary fire hook plot rite. I would wait on the collation and deglutition completely naked, letting each player fondle, wring and poke whatever component part of my body that suited them as I moved around the table. They, in turning, would spend the even mostly naked, with dicks hanging out and dangling between their legs as they played. They always arrived with their cock halfway intemperately already, and they usually got to cum at least twice over the course of poker night.

Some evenings, I'd move from putz to cock under the table, sucking and jerking each one until they blew a load of cum into my mouth. former times I'd sit on laps, while they fondled my titmouse, sucked on my nipples and played their hands out. Sometimes these lap sessions evolved into them slipping a heavily turncock into my pussy or ass, then having me bounce up and down until they exploded inside me…..all while playing cards and joking with the others around the table.

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

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