Claudette Surprises Me
Warning:
This story contains marital cheating, and group sex (threesomes, and a foursome)
Thanks to my editor Leo!
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"The game is at Jim's place tonight," Mark said.
"I know. I'll be there. Prepare to lose big, Mark," I replied.
"I hope Jim's wife Jane is without a bra. You know what that means, right?" Mark asked.
"No; I'm new, remember?" I replied.
"Well, if Jane goes without a bra, it's the signal," he said.
"The signal for what?" I asked.
"Well, when and if Jim loses all his chips he plays with his wife Jane's clothes. Whoever wins her panties gets some private time with her. The losers get to enjoy looking at her half naked body and what we're all missing. Last time it was Lou and we could all hear Jane's moans. Apparently, she's a great fuck. I really want to win tonight! I'm horny even thinking about it!" Mark said.
I was surprised to say the least, but I managed to blurt out, "Did you forget you're married? Jessica is a great woman," I said.
"Yeah and if I lose she's going to get royally fucked tonight, I can tell you that! I come home from the game as horny as a mountain goat. Jess is on the rag so I guess it'll be her mouth and her ass tonight," Mark declared. "Hey, how is Claudette in bed?"
"Why do you think I married her? For her money?" I replied. Claudette's family is in the poorhouse. I actually married her for her pretty face, her nice figure, her sparkling personality, her brains, and her love. Being good in bed didn't hurt, either.
"She keeps you happy, then?" Mark asked.
"Yes," I lied. Claudette seemed to lose interest in sex after we had been married for a few years. I am one sexually frustrated guy. When I get her drunk or stoned, however, then the not now, not in the mood, bad headache, not during my period all become maybes. It took me a little time to learn this (I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer), but 'maybe' is Claudette's way of saying yes.
Claudette is a vision to look at. She's diminutive, around five feet tall, her long hair framing an amazingly pretty face. I guess you'd say she is fine boned, presenting like a china doll so fragile you're afraid you might break her. In reality she's not fragile at all, however. She's tough as nails but in my hands, she is sweetness incarnate. You can gaze into her brown eyes and see the secrets of the universe. Her small breasts (a B cup on a good day) are perfectly placed and fit inside my hands as if a divine being designed them just for me. As you can tell, I adore my little honey of a wife.
"Still, I'll bet you wouldn't turn down a no strings romp with Jim's wife Jane, am I right?" Mark asked.
I'm not dumb; I knew I had to agree. Male camaraderie, or call it male bonding, if you will. "Anybody would like a free, no strings, good time in the bedroom with Jane. She's sexy as hell and has an excellent body," I said.
"From what I hear, she also knows what to do with it! It's kind of annoying that Lou always wins. He's just too damn good at poker. I'm sure Jane would like a little more variety than just Jim and Lou," Mark said.
"I hear Adam is pretty good at poker, too," I said.
"Yeah, he is. He's won a couple of times when Lou was off his game. Adam's too protective of Caroline to win that often, though," Mark replied. I misinterpreted his remark to mean Caroline is hurt when Adam cheats with Jane. It's more like Adam doesn't like letting Jim (or anyone else) enjoy the pleasures of the flesh that Caroline is so talented at delivering.
Nobody knew, but I have some talent at poker. I played professionally to put myself through college. Probably I could win the games if they were fair. I'm also reasonably good at spotting cheating.
"One detail. Anyone who wins and gets some private time with Jane, okay. But then Jim gets some private time with his wife. I'd bet Jim would love to tap Claudette. Is she French?" Mark asked.
"No, she's Lutheran. Doesn't the wife get some say? I can't imagine Claudette going along with this scheme," I said. "She's rather straight-laced when it comes to sex."
Mark looked at me dubiously, almost as if he knew something about Claudette that I, her husband and life partner, didn't know? I shrugged it off; it was just a look.
"All the wives want Jim, even Caroline. Claudette will see the light. No worries, Brad," Mark said. "You know, I think my own wife Jessica could benefit from a few more romps with Jim. After Jim, she'll want more and well, there I'll be: ready, able, and willing. You know?" Mark said. "One of the nice things about Jim is that when he's done the women always seem to want more and Jim leaves them, with their sexual hunger, to their husbands.
I stood there, amazed.
"Stay around and watch. When Lou, or whoever wins, takes Jane off to her bedroom to molest her, you'll see Jim slip out and head over to the winner's house to seduce his wife. Usually, he has her at hello. The wives all know about this, and they're all hoping their husbands win and get time with Jane, so that they can 'entertain' Jim," Mark explained.
"Isn't it awkward when the winner goes home and finds Jim fucking his wife?" I asked.
"I guess it probably is, sometimes. It wouldn't be in my case, and I'll bet Jim lusts for Jessica," he said.
"I'm sure we all lust for Jessica," I said. "I don't want Jim trying to fuck my wife, however."
"Still, Jane is a temptation that's hard to refuse," Mark said.
"You got that right," I said, making an obscene gesture. "Jessica is mighty sweet, too."
"Easy there, boy. If you want to cheat, stick to poker and Jane. You're not Jim, and you're not offering Claudette as a prize," Mark said, suddenly less friendly. "Jessica is mine, and don't you forget it. Look, I know Jessica is a bit of a slut. She's fucked Jim a few times, she's fucked Lou of course, and a couple of the others. I don't like it and I want it to stop, unless of course I win at poker. Understand?"
"Why did you say 'of course' when you mentioned Lou?" I asked.
"Lou and Jim have each fucked all of our wives. I don't know how they seduce them. The other guys don't know, either. The wives are silent; probably it's their best strategy. But they sure do put out for the two men," Mark said.
"Have they fucked my wife, Claudette?" I asked. I knew they hadn't. Claudette is not like that. We'd only moved into the neighborhood two weeks earlier, and there were still some boxes we had yet to unpack.
"No, not yet, at least I haven't heard that they have. It's only because you two are new. They will, though. Get used to the idea because it's inevitable," he said.
"I'd like to think Claudette would have some say about who goes to bed with her. She'll say no,
"I agree, if she actually does say no. So far though the two of them have laid all the wives. They'll make a point of seducing Claudette. You know, something new and different. They'll want a taste. Look, when Lou enjoys your wife Claudette's body he'll leave a hickey on her left boob. It's his calling card letting you know he's tapped her. Check out her boobs from time to time, if you want to know for sure," Mark said. "Jim however leaves no trace he's been inside your wife. He never uses a rubber, though, so he'll leave some cum. You'll have to be quick though to find it, before Claudette's luscious body absorbs it. It takes, I'm told, around a half hour. Good luck, Brad."
**
I easily could have won the poker game. I was sorely tempted, too, since gazing at Jane's half naked body made me horny as hell. Jane has a way about her. I desperately wanted her. All of us guys did. I decided not to win, however, because I wanted to see if what Mark said bore any resemblance to reality, or if he was living in some delusional world! I could always win the next time, after all. There was a game every month.
Mark however was certainly right about Jane stripping half naked. That much was obvious! All she kept on were her panties, until somebody won them. Her boobs were to die for.
Instead of winning, I arranged it so that Mark won. Yes, I'm that good. Lou was annoyed, I could tell. Lou knew I had manipulated the game, keeping him from having his usual victory. He looked at me and I could see anger in his eyes. It was a little scary, but there was nothing he could do.
Everyone was thrilled Mark, and not Lou won, since it gave the rest hope that they too might win at a future game. Of course, winning is a mixed blessing, since if you win you get Jane, but, and this is a big but, at least for me: Jim gets your wife.
In contrast to Lou, Mark was thrilled. He took the panties, gave them back to Jane, and received a fabulous smile from Jane. Clearly, she was excited about getting someone new instead of Jim and Lou all the time. Off they went and all of us stayed to drink and to listen to Jane's moans, which were quite loud.
I noticed Jim had left. I looked around for him, but he was gone. Maybe he didn't like hearing his wife moan from underneath another man? Or maybe he really was over at Mark's place, seducing his wife Jessica, while Mark was banging Jane? This swapping made my head dizzy. I began to get jealous of the fun, while I listened to Jane moan up a storm.
I also noticed Lou had left. He probably could not enjoy listening to Jane's moans when he felt it was supposed to be him plundering her body and not Mark. I figured he went home to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh his own wife had to offer.
I remembered Mark's quip that Jessica was on the rag, and he'd have to use her ass. No sympathy from me! Would Jessica be seduced into giving up her ass to Jim? Oh my. All of these imaginings were driving me nuts. I decided to go home and to rape my wife. Her frigidity be damned. Rape might even be necessary I ruefully thought given how frigid she had become recently.
I walked into our house, about to yell, "Honey! I'm home!" when I froze in place. Lou was there, sitting next to my wife on the loveseat. They didn't see me, so I quietly hid in order to eavesdrop. There's a perfect place, next to our front door.
Lou was telling my wife how pretty she was, going into some detail about the curves of her body, the perfect placement of her boobs, the lovely hourglass sweep of her supple, sexy body, the shapeliness of her legs, the sexy beckoning of her lips. Then, apparently having committed the seducer's handbook to memory, he went into a long exegesis about how pretty her face was.
"Okay, Lou, enough of this already. So you think I'm pretty, but why are you here? Why aren't you at the game, with Brad?" Claudette said, and while she spoke Lou was kissing her neck.
"Please stop kissing my neck. I'm a married woman and you're a married man," she said, although she did not push him away, and her tone of voice was, well, sexy. My wife was aroused!
