This was supposed to be a quick fun story with cuckold themes but it got away from me. It's not as quick as I had planned. If you don't like cuckold stories please skip this one. Otherwise I hope you like it
It all started the night of the 2014 season (early 2015) AFC championship game between the Colts and the Patriots. After the game Tom Brady was accused by the Colts of deflating his footballs to below the allowed air pressure. The whole saga was a soap opera that ended up in the highest courts of the land.
I supported Tom Brady's claim that he did nothing wrong. So did the science community who showed that "the ideal gas law" proved those balls started off at the allowed pressure in the warm locker room but the cold air outside made the pressure go down. The league spent months the following season checking footballs and found out, YES, many times the correctly inflated balls fell below the allowed limit, so they stopped the random checks. The court case merely confirmed that the commissioner of football has the power to discipline players at his discretion with or without good cause. So the GOAT grudgingly served his suspension.
I told this story because I live in New England, the good part, not Connecticut. My family is also from New England. My wife, Grace, who is also a Patriots fan, disagreed with me. She doesn't even like Tom Brady. Now she gets to see what it's like without him, but that's beside the point. Much to my dismay, both of my sons are NOT New England fans. It doesn't affect this story but I wanted to share my pain. At this point they were out of our house.
Grace and I ended up in arguments about deflategate. Mostly because I would spew facts and she would egg me on. I was passionate about it because most people didn't know the facts and just assumed he cheated. That's the end of that rant but it will be pertinent later.
Shortly after this whole deflategate saga started, our marriage hit a bump in the road. We started to have sex one night but little John wouldn't cooperate. I'm John by the way. Little John was limp as a noodle. I thought it was a one off and didn't think much of it until our next two tries went south as well.
Grace started making nasty remarks like, "It's because you're in love with Tom Brady." blah, blah, blah. Well that really pissed me off so I stopped trying to have sex. I was angry for quite a while and we never talked about it.
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One day I passed out on my bathroom floor. I came to flopping around and totally out of sorts. I missed the second day of work in my life. My wife and my boss convinced me to go to the hospital to get checked out.
The doctor at the hospital said I probably had an episode of "Vaso vagal syncope." That's just a fancy way of saying I fainted due to overstimulation of a major nerve. I won't get into it because it's not pertinent. The blood test they did was important though. I had an unrelated anomaly so they sent me to a specialist. Long story short, my testosterone was low (low T).
So I was prescribed testosterone and started using it. It totally worked for me. I started getting erections again. The first night I got an erection I said to Grace, "I have a surprise." I put her hand on my hard cock. She rolled away from me and said, "That's nice," and fell asleep. Fuck, that pissed me off. From that point on I decided SHE would have to initiate. I was done.
And that's how it started. I started to resent her attitude and I assumed she was just being a bitch. Two years later, my hand is working overtime and we have a dead bedroom. A lot of resentment and bad feelings had built up over this period. The longer it went on the harder it became to address the problem.
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I have a group of college buddies that still live in our area. We like to get together and play poker every couple weeks. My house has become the gathering place since I have a large finished basement with a wet bar, a big round table, as well as a pool table, darts, and pinball.
If anyone gets too drunk we have a pullout couch in the basement and a guest bedroom upstairs. This is a regular issue for Alan who often drinks too much but that's how he's always been. Jim is the one who always has to get home to his wife earlier than a guy should have to leave. Jim is actually the only married one besides me. Alan has been single since his wife, his high school sweetheart, turned into a cheating whore and broke his heart. That's a whole story in itself. Mike has been married twice and just broke up with a long-term girlfriend. It's him that's the problem. I love him but he's not a good romantic partner. Charlie had a high school sweatheart that left him before he had a chance to propose. It was devastating to his confidence. Charlie is shy, he's too nice, he gets used and abused by women he shouldn't be with and then loses his confidence. Then it takes him a long time until another girl picks him up. At least he's able to see the women for their flaws before getting too far.
So, as the title implies, this story is about poker night. The five of us meet at my place usually on a Friday or Saturday night every two weeks if possible. Grace likes to take that as a night to spend with a friend or friends so she's not in the way.
One time though, she couldn't make any plans for the night. It was getting close to Christmas and all her friends were out of town or busy. So she told me she was going to stay home but stay away from the poker game. She said she could just read in bed and stuff. I wondered if the toys would be out.
We were having our usual good time drinking and playing cards and telling stories and swearing and making rude comments about women. I asked, "Do you guys know if profuse masterbation can affect a person's ability to play poker?" The guys laughed uproariously.
After a couple hours we took a break to get more snacks from the kitchen. Just when we were coming into the kitchen I noticed Grace at the fridge. She was in her nightgown and slippers. The guys were like, "Hey Grace!!" She jumped and looked embarrassed for being in her nightgown. Jim said, "You know you don't have to hide from us. We don't mind if you hang with us. Just don't take offense to our bad language."
Grace looked uncomfortable and said, "If you guys want some company, I'll go put some clothes on and join you for a while." The guys were pretty enthusiastic which made Grace happy.
Mike said, "You don't have to change. We're all wearing crappy jeans and T-shirts. We won't judge. Just relax and be comfortable." To my surprise she agreed to hangout with us in her nightgown. We had some great conversations after she joined. Our usual shitting on women comments ended up with some spicy retorts from Grace. We were laughing and fighting and playing cards and drinking. Except Grace who was drinking wine but not playing cards.
"Do you want to play a hand honey?" I asked.
She blushed. "I don't really know how to play," she admitted.
I generously offered, "I can show you how if you want." The guys all started making noise.
Charlie said, "If you want to learn from the guy that loses all the time. Or one of us could teach you the right way to play."
Mike patted his lap, "Come sit here, I'll show you." Now everyone knows Mike is a player and a manwhore. A woman sitting on his lap is like a rabbit wandering into a den of wolves. Gloria surprised me again when she went over and got comfortable on his lap.
"Nice Gloria, you rejected your own husband?" I tried to look fake upset but I WAS just a little miffed but also excited seeing her with another man, and a player to boot. A vision flashed in my mind of Mike sliding his hand into her panties.
We had a very slow hand to give Mike time to explain the basics to Gloria. I listened and watched Mike do a pretty awesome job of teaching Gloria about poker. His arms went around her to the cards and she was sliding slowly down his legs with her long nightgown. I soon noticed that I could see her panties from across the table. I didn't think anyone else could though. When she looked across the table at me I smiled and looked down at her crotch. She got the hint and pulled her nightgown back over her legs.
The next hand Mike said, "Go ahead Grace, ante up." She furrowed her brow.
"Oh yeah, the starting money." She stood up and straightened her gown grabbing two chips. She leaned over the table to carefully place the chips at the center of the table. That's when I noticed that her nightgown is pretty loose on top. The heavy material on her chest fell enough for me to see her entire C-cups and nipples. Again, it seemed I was the only one since I was straight across the table. At the end she instinctively put her arm across her chest as she straightened back up and sat back down on Mike.
"Very nice form honey," I said as I nonchalantly tossed my ante sloppily into the middle. I realized at that moment that my cock was now erect. Grace had effectively teased my cock to rock hardness. When she settled back into Mike's lap I noticed that she wiggled her ass unnecessarily. I thought I detected a slight moan that she covered up with a cough after.
She helped make decisions about cards for a few rounds and we took it easy on Mike so he didn't lose too much money. She had slid down Mike's lap again, exposing her panties to me again. This time, however, I was sure they had a wet spot. Grace noticed me looking and quickly covered up.
