Author's Note:
This story involves a wife's infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate – realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy – please enjoy.
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Then it was time for Tom to host again.
She'd gotten in the habit of wearing tops whose thicker materials allowed her to go braless, and this night she chose a vee collared pullover. She also wore one of her favorite skirts and a pair of soft pink panties.
As the men arrived and the game started she grew antsy, waiting to be called on to be someone's lucky charm. She didn't have long to wait. Fairly early on Joe, another of the men she'd developed a crush on, lost a hand he'd thought was his to win.
"Kat. I need you to bring me some of your magical luck," he sang.
Kat's nerves tingled and her knees shook as she made her way around the table. Joe slid his chair back and, without need of being guided, she stepped forward. The warmth of Joe's hand mingled with that of her own flesh as it came to rest on her thigh. Kat's nerves tingled excitedly as she saw the other men smile knowingly.
Then, while the cards were being dealt, Joe raised the stakes.
His hand began to move . . . to slide on her thigh . . . up and down . . . back and forth. At first it was just an inch or so. Then it was a little further. And a little more. Eventually his fingers slid up under her skirt, caressing her upper thigh. As the first hand ended and the next began Joe's fingers crept a little higher . . . then a little more. He explored further and further, his touch light but purposeful. Soon his fingers danced across the bottom of her ass cheek before moving up to cup her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.
As surprised, or even shocked, as Kat may have wanted to be by Joe's audacity, she could not convince herself that she was surprised by her reaction.
She simply stood there letting him . . . letting his hand roam . . . letting it caress her smoldering flesh. As his fingers explored her thigh, dipping up under her skirt, her nerves rang with excitement. She saw the other men's eyes gleaming as her skirt obviously shifted from Joe's explorations.
Tropical gusts blew through her body, fanning the heat of her simmering flesh. Embers of arousal were stirred deep within her loins as a shiver slithered up her spine. Biting at her lip she stifled a heavy sigh.
Across the table Tom watched her . . . read her. After years of intimacy he could probably see the quivering of her tummy muscles beneath her shirt, smell the electricity sparking along her nerves. For a minute she thought he was going to say something, to put a stop to it all. Part of her wanted him to. But part of her didn't. He made the latter part happy by simply sitting there, watching with that mischievous glint in his eye.
All the while the men continued to play; to exchange cards and wager, as if nothing else was happening.
Then Joe won a hand. His hand slid out from under her skirt, releasing her.
Kat didn't walk away immediately. She couldn't. First she had to take a couple deep breaths and steady herself. When she felt she could trust her legs she made her way to the kitchen. Leaning against the counter she drank deeply from her glass. It took her several minutes to compose herself, to settle her nerves and trust her shaky legs. Once she did, she returned to the game, refreshing drinks and awaiting the next call for her lucky-charms.
Again, she didn't have to wait long. Ken soon lost a hand and requested she bring her luck to him. Walking around the table she wondered if he'd take the same liberties as Joe had and she felt her nerves starting to tingle in anticipation. She soon got her answer. She stepped into place, his hand came to rest on her outer thigh. The cards were dealt and his hand began to wander. Sliding up under her skirt his fingers danced across her flesh, gradually making their way to cup her ass.
Kat's flesh simmered hotly, her heart raced. Her embers sizzled into glowing coals. A shiver raced down her spine. Again she had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper.
Ken didn't have long to play with her ass though as he won that first hand.
This time Kat only needed a single steadying breath before she could walk away and return to her hostess duties.
But it wasn't long before she did end up back in the kitchen, grasping the counter edge tightly and struggling to lift a shaking glass to her lips.
It started with Ben, the next man to call for her to be his lucky charm. There were two big differences between Ben and either Joe or Ken. The first was the way he fondled her ass. The others had been non-demanding, almost delicate in their touch. But Ben's hand was hungry and insistent, his tensing fingers squeezing her ass cheek with determination. The second difference was the fact that, unlike the other men who sat across from Tom, Ben was sitting next to him. This put Kat between the two of them while providing her husband a clear view of Ben's disappearing hand.
She stood there frozen, unable and unwilling to look in Tom's direction, while Ben fondled her ass through three losing hands. Her body coursed with erotic sensations, stoking the embers smoldering within her loins. Her flesh sizzled. Her nerves screamed. Her knees shook. Her abs quivered as electricity pulsed along her nerves. She bit at her lip, now for reasons other than the stifling of the heavy sighs echoing through her.
When Ben won she thought she would get a reprieve.
But Frank vanquished that hope by insisting that he now needed her luck.
She made her way around the table on uncertain legs, using the backs of the chairs to help support her. Frank had already slid his chair back when she got there and she stepped toward her spot.
But Frank surprised her while raising the stakes again.
Instead of his hand settling on her outer thigh, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her down into his lap. Her wobbly legs offered her no stability with which to resist and she dropped easily into place. Instinctively she tensed up and started to try extracting herself, but the room filled with amused laughter and she reflexively glanced in Tom's direction. He was sharing in the laughter, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint. The sight allowed Kat to relax. Telling herself that her legs were too shaky to stand anyway, she gave herself the excuse she needed to remain right where she was. Grinning sheepishly she settled back against Frank's chest, and wiggled her bottom on his bulging cock.
The laughter died down and the cards were dealt.
Kat reveled in the sensation of being in Frank's lap. While she hadn't developed any kind of a crush on him, he was well built and smelt nice. The warmth of his hand resting gently on her thigh below the hem of her skirt added to her pleasure. Then the hand began stroking her thigh. He was fiddling with his cards with the other hand, as if thinking about how to play, when his palm simply slid up and down a little, casually sliding his fingers under her skirt's hem.
Alarms suddenly began blaring in Kat's mind as she realized the difference between this and the others.
Those men . . . their hands had been in a kind of safety zone; on her outer thigh and behind her. They had merely cupped and fondled her ass.
Frank's hand was in a position to touch her in a much different place . . . a much more intimate place. Her immediate reaction was to push his hand away and stand up. She even started to tense back up in preparation. But this pressed his cock firmly against her ass at the same time as his hand stopped moving, still inches from her private region.
Without knowing why, she allowed these points to squelch her misgivings and she settled back again. As she did the leg absent Frank's hand shifted, slipping a little further from the other and effectively opening her up slightly.
Sitting next to them, Tom witnessed this and his grin sharpened.
Frank lost that hand. As the cards were dealt again the hand on her thigh began moving again. His fingers took advantage of her wider stance and slipped down to draw little circles on her inner thigh as they slowly crept an inch higher.
More tropical gusts wafted through Kat, fanning her smoldering embers. Biting at her lip she glanced down to see her skirt shifting over Frank's hand. She also noticed that her swollen, erect nipples were clearly outlined under her top, telling her that it's material was not as concealing as she'd thought.
Frank won that second hand. But then Bill lost and he called her to his aid.
Walking on legs that were little more than rubber bands she leaned heavily on the chairs she passed as she made her way to him where she was once more drawn into a lap. This time she didn't hesitate or even consider pulling away, but easily settled back, her legs sliding apart slightly.
Like his predecessor Bill was well built and smelt nice and she luxuriated in the comfort he afforded her. Unlike his predecessor his hand didn't hesitate in sliding partially under her skirt and onto her inner thigh.
Biting her lip Kat felt her free leg slip open a little more.
This time it was Chris sitting next to them, benefiting from the view. Throughout that hand, and the next, he glanced over several times as Bill's fingers steadily made their way upward to within an inch of her panties.
Kat rested her head against Bill, her eyelids growing heavy. Her embers flickered into flames, her juices flowing, making her sex damp. Her breasts ached, her swollen nipples poking at her top. Shifting in his lap she felt Bill's bulging cock press against her ass . . . or was it the other way around?
Tom smiled at her from across the table, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Bill's hand stopped its progression, his fingers lingering near her panties . . . so close that their heat mingled with hers. Her fires grew, her body simmering. She shifted again, her hips sliding imperceptibly forward as her juices continued to flow.
When Bill won the second hand Kat slowly extracted herself from his lap to stand waiting for the next man to request her lucky-charms. When none did she cautiously made her way to the kitchen on wobbly legs.
That was when she found herself grasping tightly onto the counter and shakily lifting a glass to her lips. She'd gotten the first drink down and was working on a second when she heard Tom calling her.
On still rubbery legs she carried her drink back into the room. As she walked over to stand next to her husband she felt all the men watching her intently.
"We've made a special little bet," Tom slid his arm around her waist and grinned. "One that involves you."
Kat's nerves immediately started to tingle with a million 'what-ifs' conjured by the combination of his statement and his tone.
"Oh. And what kind of bet is that?" She tried sounding detached, but failed.
"We bet on what color panties you're wearing," he answered.
"You what?" Despite everything that had already happened she was surprised.
"Yea. We're all just curious," he shrugged. "So we made a bet."
"Um- uh–," she stammered, unsure of what to say . . . or do.
"Now, of course the guys aren't gonna just take your word for the answer. They need proof. You know, so they know I didn't cheat."
"Huh? What?" Kat was having trouble forming concrete thoughts, much less verbalizing any.
"See we're gonna each pick a color, then you're gonna show us your panties so we can verify who won." Tom explained.
"Um- uh–."
"Now, don't worry, Baby. You're not gonna have to flash us. We played a quick round of high card, low card while you were in the kitchen. Chris won so he's gonna reach under your skirt and pull your panties off you."
