Liar's Poker is a bluffing game. If you know how to play, I don't have to tell you how. If you don't, I'm sure you probably know somebody who does know, and they can teach you. Briefly, it involves the serial numbers on U.S. paper bills. They become poker hands and the players try to bluff each other. Usually the winner takes all the bills as a prize. In this story, the prize is of a little different currency.
It was a great day for a barbecue. Annie had spent the morning mixing the marinade, chopping salad ingredients and making burger patties. Hank had gone to the store for supplies and parked in front of the TV to watch the game. Annie didn't mind -- really. He worked hard all week and needed to relax on Saturday. Besides, he was going to be doing the grilling.
She had a job, too, but being a paralegal wasn't as heavy with responsibility as being a construction foreman. She'd been raised to respect and honor her husband, so she did, without question. Whenever she got any inkling of a thought that she was doing as much to hold up her end of the relationship, she quashed it. She loved Hank, and she knew that, in his way, he loved her, too. It was just...well, she didn't know what it was. Something had happened over the years to turn them into people she didn't even like.
Bill and his wife, Stella, as well as two other couples, were due to arrive around 3PM. Hank had invited Bill and his wife -- Bill had just started work at the construction company. Hank had told Annie not to invite anybody over before the game was over. Now she looked around the kitchen. Everything seemed to be ready. She had time for a shower and a little break. She walked through the living room on her way to the shower. As she passed the couch, Hank reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Hey, Baby! This looks like a runaway game. How about a blowjob before the vultures get here?"
"Hank, I need a shower. I was just on the way..." She tried to free herself from his tight grip, but he had her trapped. "Nah! I don't care how you smell. Besides, I won't be smelling you if your head is between my legs." He turned her around and pulled down, forcing her to her knees in front of him. With his free hand he unzipped his fly and pulled out his hardening dick. Releasing her wrist, he put his hand on the back of her neck and began to pull her to his crotch. She could see his cock, angry red now and throbbing as she got closer. With a sigh, she gave up the struggle and took him into her mouth. His rank odor rose to her nostrils, but she was used to it, had even come to enjoy it sometimes, when she felt horny. Hank showered, but only every two or three days. Today hadn't been one of those days.
Hank looked at Annie's blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down between his thighs. He swigged his beer and began to feel his orgasm approaching. He dropped the empty can to the floor and sat up, moving closer to the edge of the cushion. His feet were behind his wife's ass, not allowing her to back up. His movement forced another inch into her mouth and he felt his balls tighten just as he began to spew his semen into her mouth. He ignored her gagging and just pumped, continuing to fuck her face. As the spasms passed and he began to soften, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. He released her by moving his feet apart. She sat back and rose, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Thanks, Hon. Hey, before you go wash your dirty ass, why don't you grab me another beer, Babe?" Hank's voice conveyed the pride he felt in his manly prowess. He tucked his soft little dick back into his pants and zipped up. Annie wordlessly moved back into the kitchen and returned with another beer for her husband. No other word was spoken and she went down the hall to shower. Under the hot spray she ignored the tears that mixed with the water. Not only ignored them, but denied them.
By 3:30, all the guests had arrived. The men congregated at the picnic table by the barbecue, a cooler full of ice and beer nearby. They were all disappointed in the afternoon's game. The women were in the kitchen and the adjoining dining room. The aroma of grilled meat drifted through the screens as they chatted about children, clothes and assorted subjects. When the other three women began to talk sex and men, Annie found she didn't want to participate, so she just listened. She had come to grips with her life long ago. Hank liked sex and didn't complain. Annie sometimes thought she might be missing out somehow, when she heard the other women talking about parts of their sex lives. But she was taught not to question this aspect of things either. Hank would lift up her nightie about once a week and stick himself inside her. He usually pumped for a couple of minutes and then squirted. Afterward, he'd kiss her cheek and roll off her, going quickly to sleep.
Annie and Hank had been married for twelve years and had no children. Annie had been glad to learn that Stella was also childless. Cindy and Melanie, the other two women, had two and three kids, respectively. When Cindy looked at Melanie and began a story about what her little girl had done that week, Stella rose from the table and moved next to Annie at the counter to fix herself another drink. She noticed Annie's glass and splashed two fingers of vodka into it, as well. She topped both drinks off with grapefruit juice. She handed Annie her glass and picked up her own. Laying her arm across Annie's shoulders, she propelled her out of the kitchen and into the family room. "Stella, I just had a drink, and I still have work to do in the kitchen," Annie protested. They sat on the couch next to the ping-pong table.
"No. You don't. If there's anything else to be done, just ask one of the breeders to do it. they're used to feeding crowds." Stella was childless by choice. That had been the only way she would marry Bill, she'd told Annie. Annie, on the other hand had wanted children. The doctor said she could, but blamed her barrenness on Hank. Hank, of course, snorted at that. He refused to go get tested.
"Honey," Stella looked at Annie and got right to it. "What's wrong? If you don't mind me saying so, you look kinda down."