Danny and I had been married for seven years. Things were comfortable…we both had dependable Job, trade good admirer, a nice home, and plenty of pursuit and pursuit. One of Danny's interests was playing fire hook. He and his chum played at our house every workweek. I didn't brain at all. I liked his friends and I enjoyed serving them snack and hanging around them as they joked and needled 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 house. And why not ? I'm a pretty brunette with a incessant smile and heavy figure - about 5'5 ”, with a slim waist and 36D wheel that seemed to get a lot of looks, and - frankly - I loved showing it off. I enjoyed all the attention I got from Danny and his acquaintance, and even started dressing a little more risqué for these biz nights….usually a mini-skirt or short short pants, with a storage tank top or thin cotton plant shirt. Sometimes a shortstop sun dress or just an oversized football game jersey.

Danny had noticed how much I enjoyed the tending of his Quaker, and he encouraged me to be even more friendly while providing snack and getting beers. He even suggested I not wear bra or panties under my flimsy wearable. ( I think he thought he'd win Sir Thomas More raft if his friend were distracted. )

So, I gladly left bra and scanty off, and scampered around the boy in my tank teetotum, sun dresses, and mini-skirts, letting my boobs leaping around untethered, and using every exculpation to bump into and lean against each of the instrumentalist as I moved between the kitchen and the dinette table where the salamander 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 fingerbreadth slipped under my dress and into my pussy as I stood side by side to a thespian and placed another beer in front of them. I usually stood following to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few bit of finger blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the tabular array to replenish the snack pipe bowl, every player managed to sneak a handful of tit. I usually stayed a little longer in these lieu, too, letting my boobs get fondled and my mammilla pinched and pulled. Of form, I rubbed shoulders and ran my hand through heads of hair….even found plenty of opportunities to squeeze a second joint and rub a crotch here and there.

After a while, all movement 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 cheeks, finger in and out of my vagina, and boobs being fondled all at the same time.

This was our normal fire hook nighttime routine, and everyone clearly enjoyed it. Danny's friends - Mason, Luke, and Gabe - would get by every week with lot of beer and silicon chip, frolic stove poker for various hours….all the clip grabbing, pulling and poking my boob, ass and pussy….then go back home 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 fall into bed and have incredible mind-blowing sex every week after all the thespian left for the night.

Then one week, about six month after these poker game Night began, I was standing by the table replenishing beer and collation with a couple of hands on my posterior and a couple more groping my tits, when I heard Danny say"OK, the succeeder of the following 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 middle to me. I was caught by surprisal, but I saw the shit-eating grinning on Danny's brass and, after the brief consideration, I quickly bought in. I turned my smile from Danny to the six other eyes around the table and said,"OK, boys -- - the bet have been raised. Let's play."

Danny dealt the next hand, and as the guy were checking their cards and putting chips into the pot, I slipped out of my sundress and moved around the table completely naked….my big born tits swinging and bumping into each musician's face as I leaned over each of them, while they studied their cards. To add even more misdirection to the secret plan, I began unzipping pants and pulling cocks out, giving each a little tug before moving onto the following one.

All of their pricks were fully tumid, and I would stop by each histrion to jerk his dick and nibble his ear for a few moment as he added fries to the pot and drew carte du jour. While I stroked each player's cock, my swaying tits were being grabbed and my nipples pulled from all side, as my laboured pinhead dangled over the table.

Finally the paw ended, and Saint Luke was the winner. I was standing by Mason when the winning card game were played, so - with a resigned suspiration - he gave my tits a final squeeze as I moved around the table toward Luke.

I pulled myself up onto the edge of the kitchen tabulator facing the room where the card tabular array was, and watched Luke walk over toward me - his big prick sticking straight out in front of him and bouncing with each step he took. With a smile on my face, I watched his cock the unscathed way as he made his way across the elbow room. He stopped in front of me, unbuckled his belt so his knickers fell around his mortise joint, then lined up his rock hard prick with my puss and shoved. He was big - about 9"- but with all the touching and caressing we'd been doing all night, my pussy was absolutely drenched, so he slipped in easily. He began slamming his dick into and out of me with relish, reaching up to contract and draw out on my huge tits as they bounced all over the place in regular recurrence with his pounding hips.

I noticed all the early histrion, including Danny, were sitting at the poker table, jerking themselves off as they watched Luke blast my pussy with his rock and roll grueling prick.

In only a few moment I threw my head back and let out a loud cry as an amazing climax racked my body. I wrapped my legs around Saint Luke's hip and pulled him as deep into my tingling pussy as I could, all the time grinding my clit against the root of his hammering cock.

It wasn't long before Gospel of Luke let out a grunt, grabbed my hips, and squeeze his pelvic girdle forward as hard as he could, releasing a violent stream of cum deep into my cunt. He continued shoving his dick into and out of my drenched slit for another few min, as a assortment of our climax juice spilled onto the floor beneath the counter.

When he was finally done, Gospel According to Luke kicked his pant off, grabbed a towel to scavenge off his softening cock, then went and sat back down, gear up for the next poker hand. All the others had already shot their lots from pumping their peter while watching Luke fucking me, and had used my kitchen towels to cleanse themselves off….ready to sum up the biz, with their spent pecker dangling between their legs as the cards were dealt.

I remained sitting on the kitchen counter, resting on my human elbow behind me, facing the card board with my legs spread and Gospel According to Luke's spunk dripping onto the base from my pussy. Throughout the side by side hand, all the players kept looking over at me naked on the counter, checking out my dripping cunt and wobbly mamilla. Before long they all had semi's, and a duo of them even held their wag with one hired hand while they jerked their stiffening pecker with the other.

Mason asked Danny if fucking me could be component 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 Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's dismay, Gabe won the next hand. With a huge grin on his face, he stepped away from the table, walking toward me with his 8"dick sticking out in social movement of him, stroking it with his hired man as he approached me. When he got to where I sat, he pulled me off the counter, turned me around and bent me over. I supported myself with my hands on the counter, with my knocker swinging beneath me, my legs paste, and my ass lined up perfectly with Gabe's big putz. Using the mess still dripping out of my kitty from Luke, Gabe lubed up the head of his putz, then shoved it deep into my ass.

I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Gabe started stroking into and out of my anus, his orb sack slapping against my clit, and my heavy boobs bouncing in time with his thrusts. It didn't take foresighted before I erupted in another glorious climax. I continued pushing against Gabe's dick as he kept hammering me from arse. A few minutes later, Gabe let out a bellowing and blasted a huge load of cum oceanic abyss in my ass. As he continued pumping his scape in and out me, his massive burden seeped out from the incline of his thrusting cock out onto the floor between our legs.

When he finally ran out of steam, his softening dig 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 Mason and Saint Luke had wacked off again while watching Gabe flack my ass. Danny winked at me, and I knew he was holding out for later, after the others had left.

So, this became our hebdomadally poker biz ritual. I would help the bite and drinks completely naked, letting each player fondle, squeeze and thrusting whatever part of my physical structure that suited them as I moved around the table. They, in good turn, would spend the eventide mostly naked, with dicks hanging out and dangling between their legs as they played. They always arrived with their dicks halfway hard already, and they usually got to cum at to the lowest degree twice over the course of poker night.

Some evening, I'd relocation from shaft to cock under the board, sucking and jerking each one until they blew a load of cum into my mouth. Other times I'd sit on lap covering, while they fondled my tits, sucked on my pap and played their hands out. Sometimes these lap school term evolved into them slipping a hard cock into my pussy or ass, then having me bounce up and down until they exploded inside me…..all while playing wag and joking with the others around the table.

Danny enjoyed these evenings, too. He usually came at least once during the stove poker biz, then waited until the others left before plowing my cum-drenched cunt and ass like weirdo for the residuum of the night.

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