***Rule 63 - "Lose a bet intentionally that will compromise your marriage"
"Remember tonight is poker night honey," Cliff said as he was heading out to work.
"How can I forget? It's your 'guys night', by the way, who is hosting the next one?"
He kissed her on the lips, "It should be Tony, but he may not be in town. We'll see."
"Have a good day," she called out, as he backed his car down the driveway.
Kate went back to the bedroom, her job as a hair stylist didn't start until 10am. She was in her bathrobe, and she started the water running in the shower. When it was nice and steamy, she dropped her robe to the floor and stepped in. Her body was nice and fit, having trained for and run several half marathons. Her training group were pushing for a full marathon, and she was game. Since they lived in the hilly part of town, she had mastered the climbs and the slopes she would need for the upcoming 'Beast Hills Marathon'.
As the water ran down her nude physique, she lathered herself up with body wash. Her mind replayed the previous Poker Night when Cliff had come home horny and biting at the bit. She loved when he came home like that, his rod nice and hard. She was sure they played porno's at some of the poker nights, but not here. Either that or the raunchy nature of their conversations had got to him. Either way, that had been a good night of sex for both of them.
Her hands slid down to her slice as she thought about that night. She played with herself, alternating between stimulating her lips, fingering herself with two fingers or rubbing her swollen clit. She knew her body and orgasmed several times before finishing her shower. She was really looking forward to some post Poker game sex with her husband.
She made chia seed pudding for breakfast, and mixed in several antioxidant fruits. That was her secret for keeping a flat tummy. Her six pack was gone from running Track & Field for UNLV, but she knew she had a killer body. Her abs were toned and her runner's legs and ass were the envy of many of neighbors as well as their husbands. She watched Downton Abbey on Netflix as she ate. When it was time to go, she rinsed off her dish and spoon and loaded them into the dishwasher.
Arriving at her salon, Hairoine Boutique ten minutes early. She let herself in with her key and started getting her station ready. Monica, the owner and manager arrived 15 minutes late, running in frazzled as usual.
"I should charge you for opening up the salon, you know," Kate deadpanned.
"You try getting your kids ready for school, see how your life changes," Monica returned fire.
Kate smiled, knowing that wasn't the real reason she was always running late. Kate's first appointment arrived and she seated her, probing her for what she wanted done with her hair. Monica's customer walked in shortly after. As they shampooed, cut and styled the hair, they fell into conversations about their lives. This was Kate's favorite part of the job, the conversation. More often than not, it was with the customers and finding out about their lives, sometimes it was with other stylists as they worked. She could get the gossip on so many people in town, even if she didn't know them.
"So no kids in the works, you and Cliff ever planning on having any?" asked Monica.
"I'm 32, and we've been married for seven years. I've been off the pill for five years but so far nothing. It's not like we are actively trying, but so far no. A few false alarms, but no. I guess we should get serious about it soon, but honestly, I'm in no rush." Kate said, staring out the window.
"Hmm, most women I know get knocked up within a few years of getting married."
"Well, not us, not yet."
Another round of customer's came in along with Steven, a femboy gay that absolutely stunned with his hairdo's. Kate had met his lover, a construction worker named Jake. She never would have thought of Jake as gay if she met him in the street. Steven, who preferred to be called Sissy told her Jake didn't see himself as gay, he saw her as a woman. Steven/Sissy was the biggest whore Kate had ever met. He/she, depending on how he/she dressed when she came to work, was the biggest blabbermouth of sexual exploits and purile raunchy knowledge.
"Hey bitches! The queen is here, you can stop worrying about me!" she said as she strutted in.
Kate laughed out loud, she was such a card.
As they went about their day of styling hairdo's, the conversation turned to the stylist about what they were doing for the weekend. When it came to Kate, she let them know Cliff was hosting poker night. His friends rotated who hosted, so they only did it every few months. She also told them she was the 'dealer' when they played at her house. She had moonlighted as a dealer when she attended college, but her husband didn't know that. Her husband's friends assumed she learned when Cliff watched Poker tournaments on ESPN.
"Oh! Hotwife Rule 63 - "Lose a bet intentionally that will compromise your marriage" Sissy all but shouted.
"What?" several women asked, stylists and clients alike. "What is a 'hotwife'?" several spoke at once.
"Girls! A hotwife is a married woman that sleeps with other men, a lot of time's with their husband's permission. Sometimes without. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do!" Sissy snapped her fingers in a Z.
That got a reaction, as Sissy had intended.
The conversations devolved into versions of "I could never" and "that sounds exciting" through the salon.
"Where do you learn this stuff?" Monica asked Sissy.
"Don't you watch porn! Ohmygawd I grew up on porn in high school, that's how I became a Sissy and I love my sex life!"
The girls all roared with laughter. They all dearly loved him for his blatant honesty and rampant sexuality.
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Kate got home and started thawing out some tri-tip to make dinner. It was an easy dish to make and fed multiple people which was perfect for Poker night. She planned on some salad with sides of street corn and roasted brussel sprouts as well. Once she had everything prepared she relaxed with a glass of wine and caught some more Downton Abbey. When Cliff got home, she smiled as he kissed her on the lips.
"The tri-tip is thawing out and your favorite rub is on the counter. All you have to do is prepare it, and light up the grill." she said over her shoulder as he checked the sink for the thawing meat. Once he guesstimated the remaining time for it to thaw he cracked a beer and came and sat with her. "Cheers," he said as they tapped their drinks together.
"What time is everybody showing up?" she asked out of the side of her mouth.
"7pm, we'll probably get started 10-15 minutes after. Gus is bringing a case of beer."
"You guys have this down to a science," she smirked.
"Damn right we do!' Cliff beamed with pride.
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Sure enough, the men started arriving between 6:50 and 7pm. In total, there were 5 guys there counting Cliff. Gus, Tony, Steve and Mark sat around the dinner table as they usually did. They each had a plate of food with all the fixings and a beer. Cliff was already tipsy as he had continued to have another beer while Kate only had the one glass of wine. He was four beers into his drinking while the guys had barely begun.
Kate sat center, her back to the sliding glass door, and started dealing the cards with professional level accuracy. As they played round after round the money in the pot grew. As was usually the case, the clear leaders were Cliff, Gus and Steve. These three were the most likely to win as they had the best poker faces. They were also the most experienced at reading a 'tell' from others.
As the night progressed, the trash talking also grew with the volume of alcohol consumed. Cliff was the loudest talker since he was also the drunkest. It was going on 9pm, when the game escalated. Steve was instigating Cliff, taking advantage of his drunken state. He had won several hands and was peaking at the moment.
"Side wager Cliff, I beat you and I take the pot tonight. What do you say? $100 spa treatment for whoever wins? To treat the winning couple to a date?"