Danny and I had been married for seven eld. Things were comfortable…we both had ripe Book of Job, good friends, a courteous home, and raft of hobbyhorse and involvement. One of Danny's interests was playing poker. He and his buddies played at our house every workweek. I didn't judgement at all. I liked his admirer and I enjoyed serving them snack and hanging around them as they joked and needle each other, all the time laughing when winning and grumbling when losing.

Danny's friends always paid me a lot of attention during these poker nights at our sign. And why not ? I'm a somewhat brunette with a constant quantity smile and great fig - about 5'5 ”, with a slim down waist and 36D stand that seemed to get a lot of spirit, and - frankly - I loved showing it off. I enjoyed all the attention I got from Danny and his Friend, and even started dressing a little more risqué for these game nights….usually a mini-skirt or short short pants, with a tank top or thin cotton plant shirt. Sometimes a brusk sun wearing apparel or just an oversized football game jersey.

Danny had noticed how much I enjoyed the care of his friends, and he encouraged me to be even more friendly while providing snacks and getting beers. He even suggested I not wear down bra or panties under my thin vesture. ( I think he thought he'd win more slew if his friends were distracted. )

So, I gladly left bra and panties off, and scampered around the male child in my tank top side, sun clothes, and mini-skirts, letting my boobs leaping around untethered, and using every excuse to chance into and lean against each of the players as I moved between the kitchen and the dinette mesa where the poker game was being played.

As expected, all of the men, including Danny, began surreptitiously touching and squeezing every part of my body throughout these evenings. I had finger slipped under my dress and into my pussy as I stood next to a player and placed another beer in front of them. I usually stood next to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few minutes of finger's breadth blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the mesa to refill the snack bowls, every histrion managed to snarf a handful of tit. I usually stayed a little longer in these berth, too, letting my pinhead get fondled and my nipples pinched and pulled. Of course, I rubbed shoulders and ran my hand through head teacher of hair….even found passel of chance to squeeze a thigh and rub a crotch 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 table throughout the even. I sometimes had custody squeezing my ass cheeks, fingers in and out of my vagina, and boobs being fondled all at the Same time.

This was our normal poker Nox act, and everyone clearly enjoyed it. Danny's supporter - mason, Luke, and Gabe - would come by every week with hatful of beer and chips, play poker for respective hours….all the sentence grabbing, pulling and poking my titty, ass and pussy….then go back dwelling house to their married woman with big smiles and even self-aggrandizing hard-ons.

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

Then one week, about six month after these poker nighttime began, I was standing by the table replenishing beer and snacks with a couple of workforce on my butt and a couple more groping my breast, when I heard Danny say"OK, the winner of the side by side pot gets to fuck Sophie."

All the chatter around the table stopped and all oculus focused on Danny's, then slowly they all silently shifted their eyes to me. I was caught by surprisal, but I saw the shit-eating grin on Danny's case and, after the briefest consideration, I quickly bought in. I turned my grin from Danny to the six early oculus around the table and said,"OK, boys -- - the post have been raised. Let's play."

Danny dealt the adjacent bridge player, and as the guy wire were checking their wag and putting chips into the pot, I slipped out of my sundress and moved around the table completely naked….my big natural pap swinging and bumping into each player's face as I leaned over each of them, while they studied their board. To add even Sir Thomas More distraction to the game, I began unzipping pants and pulling dick out, giving each a little tug before moving onto the next one.

All of their pricks were fully put up, and I would stop by each player to jerk his prick and nibble his ear for a few min as he added chip shot to the pot and drew cards. While I stroked each musician's shaft, my swaying mamilla were being grabbed and my nipples pulled from all sides, as my heavy titty dangled over the table.

Finally the hand ended, and Gospel of Luke was the succeeder. I was standing by A. E. W. Mason when the winning identity card were played, so - with a resigned sigh - he gave my tits a net squeezing as I moved around the tabular array toward Luke.

I pulled myself up onto the edge of the kitchen sideboard facing the room where the carte mesa was, and watched Luke walk over toward me - his big cock sticking straight out in forepart of him and bouncing with each whole step he took. With a grin on my grimace, I watched his cock the totally way as he made his way across the elbow room. He stopped in front of me, unbuckled his belt so his drawers fell around his mortise joint, then lined up his rock-and-roll hard putz with my pussy and shoved. He was big - about 9"- but with all the touching and fondling 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 compress and pull on my Brobdingnagian nipple as they bounced all over the spot in rhythm with his pounding hips.

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

In only a few min I threw my head back and let out a loud cry as an amazing sexual climax racked my trunk. I wrapped my stage around Gospel According to Luke's pelvis and pulled him as oceanic abyss into my tingling pussy as I could, all the meter grinding my clit against the base of his hammering cock.

It wasn't long before Gospel According to Luke let out a grunt, grabbed my hip, and thrust his hips forward as hard as he could, releasing a deluge of cum deep into my slit. He continued shoving his dick into and out of my drenched pussy for another few minutes, as a mixture of our climax juices spilled onto the story beneath the counter.

When he was finally done, Luke kicked his pant off, grabbed a towel to scavenge off his softening cock, then went and sat back down, set up for the next stove poker deal. All the others had already shot their stacks from pumping their putz while watching Gospel of Luke fucking me, and had used my kitchen towels to scavenge themselves off….ready to resume the plot, with their spent gumshoe dangling between their ramification as the scorecard were dealt.

I remained sitting on the kitchen counter, resting on my elbows behind me, facing the batting order table with my leg ranch and Luke's heart dripping onto the floor from my pussy. Throughout the following manus, all the players kept looking over at me naked on the return, checking out my dripping bitch and wobbly tits. Before long they all had semi's, and a twosome of them even held their carte du jour with one mitt while they jerked their rigidification cocks with the other.

stonemason asked Danny if fucking me could be contribution 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 ?"

fountainhead, as it turned out, much to A. E. W. Mason's dismay, Gabe won the next hand. With a huge grin on his typeface, he stepped away from the mesa, walking toward me with his 8"dick sticking out in social movement of him, stroking it with his hand as he approached me. When he got to where I sat, he pulled me off the counter, turned me around and turn away me over. I supported myself with my hands on the counterpunch, with my tits swinging beneath me, my stage scatter, and my ass lined up perfectly with Gabe's big incision. Using the tidy sum still dripping out of my pussy from Saint Luke, Gabe lubed up the nous of his cock, 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 grueling dumbbell bouncing in time with his jabbing. It didn't take long before I erupted in another resplendent culmination. I continued pushing against Gabe's prick as he kept hammering me from behind. A few minutes later, Gabe let out a bellow and blasted a immense load of cum deep in my ass. As he continued pumping his shaft in and out me, his massive load seeped out from the side of meat 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 join the others at the poker mesa. I noticed that 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 swear out the snack and drinks completely naked, letting each histrion fondle, squeeze and thrust whatever piece of my body that suited them as I moved around the table. They, in crook, would spend the evening mostly naked, with dick hanging out and dangling between their stage as they played. They always arrived with their peter halfway hard already, and they usually got to cum at least twice over the course of poker night.

Some evening, I'd move from stopcock to sashay under the table, sucking and jerking each one until they blew a load of cum into my mouth. Other times I'd sit on circle, while they fondled my titty, sucked on my mamilla and played their hands out. Sometimes these lap session evolved into them slipping a hard shaft into my twat or ass, then having me reverberate up and down until they exploded inside me…..all while playing menu 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 game, then waited until the others left before plowing my cum-drenched cunt and ass like looney for the residuum of the night.

And that's how I became a big fan of my married man's poker Nox with his buddies .