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We played 3 guys and 3 girls the loser drew cards and low card had to perform whatever act the winner picked!. It was definitely one of if not the hottest experience of my life
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cuckoldbill
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My husband enjoyed sharing me with friends quite often as he really liked watching me with other men. He belongs to a poker group that would get together usually once a week but it was flexible as each member might have other obligations that would cause the games poker parties to be postponed. They also rotated homes of each members to host.
When it was held at our home, I kept the drinks and snacks full. I was topless and just wore some sexy panties. I was never gangbanged at these parties, but I was the prize along with whatever money went to the over all winner. That winner was allowed to take me to a bedroom and enjoy me however they wished.
Others of ourse got to seem me serving the drinks while they played and were allowed to touch as well. I do noit believe the other members wives did this from things that were said in conversations, but the card games at our house seemed to be pretty popular.
When it was held at our home, I kept the drinks and snacks full. I was topless and just wore some sexy panties. I was never gangbanged at these parties, but I was the prize along with whatever money went to the over all winner. That winner was allowed to take me to a bedroom and enjoy me however they wished.
Others of ourse got to seem me serving the drinks while they played and were allowed to touch as well. I do noit believe the other members wives did this from things that were said in conversations, but the card games at our house seemed to be pretty popular.
The other wives had the cards stacked against them.
Maybe.
It was fun doing it and I wish the other wives provided some of the same entertainment for the guys.They were all great guys. I suspect they would all prefer you.Maybe.
Well, as I told another friend here, Maybe I did, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I hope some of the others served a little entertainment to the guys more than drinks and snacks.
I don't know but I kind of feel they didn't. I know a couple of them did not like me and I don't know why. They never said anything to me and I was always nice to them when ever I saw them. Who knows.
I guess that would be a good thing to do. I don't understand why so many wives seem to cut off sex with their husbands. Don't the realize they are also cutting off pleasure and intamacy for them selves when they are that way?
Men do it also? WOW! I could never do shut off any desire to someone I cared for or loved. I have no desire to control anyone when I think about it. It just feels very wrong.
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Thanks, but it is just how I feel. I truly believe a wife or SO should be there for her other half for what his needs and desires. Just a wonderful part of our job.
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More than a few times, angry, frustrated husbands have thought (and sometimes even said, sotto voce), "What did you think you were signing up for?"
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From Suzanne's Supreme Night of Poker
A poker hand in a midwestern town, four buds and a wife who's just delivered some beer and pretzels for the guys:
Taking a deep breath, I then "accidentally" let the bottle-opener fall out of my hand and drop under the table. I put the tray down next to the cards and bent down under the table to retrieve the opener.
Jim's hand was reaching for it too, but I stopped him with a touch. My heart was racing.
I crawled under the table, knowing that maybe part of my rump would be visible, along with the wide black top-edgings on my stockings, to some of them anyway, as I went. I fetched the opener.
Underneath the table it was darker than the rest of the room of course, but I could see the crotches of all the guys arrayed in their four respective seats. It smelled sweaty, a bit musty, salty stale socks and boots and leather and male flavors.
I made my way over to Jim's crotch and, heart in my mouth, undid his belt and fly and fished his penis from his undershorts. It took the guys a few moments to figure out what was going on.
<snip>
But the boys had noticed I hadn't emerged from the table with the bottle-opener in hand, and one by one they realized what was happening.
A stunned silence, punctuated by a nervous cough or two, descended on the group.
I was acutely aware of myself, time slowing down, my unseen presence making a huge dent in each of these guys' consciousness. But they all knew I was there, right next to them but beneath, doing something to Jim that usually only occurred in private - for them in the quiet and seclusion of their own bedrooms, with their own wives. But their old friend - their host - they knew he was getting his cock sucked.
<snip>
I was intensely aware that there were three other cocks within reach. It wouldn't take much effort to get to any one of them. It was darkish under the table, enclosed, almost claustrophobic, but highly alluring. My own groin began to dampen. I felt like a teenaged girl again, doing something dangerous and daring on a date, something I might regret or would get me in trouble.
A poker hand in a midwestern town, four buds and a wife who's just delivered some beer and pretzels for the guys:
Taking a deep breath, I then "accidentally" let the bottle-opener fall out of my hand and drop under the table. I put the tray down next to the cards and bent down under the table to retrieve the opener.
Jim's hand was reaching for it too, but I stopped him with a touch. My heart was racing.
I crawled under the table, knowing that maybe part of my rump would be visible, along with the wide black top-edgings on my stockings, to some of them anyway, as I went. I fetched the opener.
Underneath the table it was darker than the rest of the room of course, but I could see the crotches of all the guys arrayed in their four respective seats. It smelled sweaty, a bit musty, salty stale socks and boots and leather and male flavors.
I made my way over to Jim's crotch and, heart in my mouth, undid his belt and fly and fished his penis from his undershorts. It took the guys a few moments to figure out what was going on.
<snip>
But the boys had noticed I hadn't emerged from the table with the bottle-opener in hand, and one by one they realized what was happening.
A stunned silence, punctuated by a nervous cough or two, descended on the group.
I was acutely aware of myself, time slowing down, my unseen presence making a huge dent in each of these guys' consciousness. But they all knew I was there, right next to them but beneath, doing something to Jim that usually only occurred in private - for them in the quiet and seclusion of their own bedrooms, with their own wives. But their old friend - their host - they knew he was getting his cock sucked.
<snip>
I was intensely aware that there were three other cocks within reach. It wouldn't take much effort to get to any one of them. It was darkish under the table, enclosed, almost claustrophobic, but highly alluring. My own groin began to dampen. I felt like a teenaged girl again, doing something dangerous and daring on a date, something I might regret or would get me in trouble.
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