Sara was in the kitchen washing up when her husband, John, came downstairs finishing a call on his mobile.
"Who was that on the phone hun?" Sara asked him.
"Oh, it was Clarke from work, trying to organise a poker night. I said we could do it around here if you don't mind."
She was more than happy for John to have his mate's round, after all she had enough night's in (and out) with the girl's and he worked long hours, barely getting a rest at the weekend so she thought it would do him the world of good to relax properly once in a while. That said, she wasn't overly keen about having her house full of men; drinking, smoking and talking about women all night. John promised her it wouldn't be an issue and he wouldn't let it get out of hand. He did have one big favour to ask her though. A new guy had started at the office about a month before, in his mid twenties and was a proper player. Thought he could have any girl he wanted and had already fucked one of the young cleaners and one of the top bosses PA's, so he was probably right. John suggested that it would be fun if Sara could wind him up a little throughout the evening, maybe even openly flirt with him, before leaving him hanging and sending him on his way. Sara wasn't entirely sure that it sounded like a good idea.
"I'm probably about ten years older than this fella, why on earth would he want me flirting with him?" Sara asked.
"Because he thinks he can fuck anyone and everyone and because you are hot," John replied.
"To you maybe,"
"Are you kidding? Several of my mates say how lucky I am."
"Oh yeah, like who?" Sara asked.
"I'm not telling you that," John laughed in reply.
He was right though, for a 34 year old woman, Sara was hot. Long dark wavy hair, beautiful firm tits and arse that John could stare at all night, and get to fuck when Sara was in a really naughty mood.
"Anyway, I don't think it's such a good idea," Sara said.
"It's only a bit of fun, we just want to put him in his place, I'm not actually expecting you to sleep with him."
After a bit more persuasion Sara agreed to play along. It was agreed that she would be the waitress for the evening and play Bob, whilst all the other's were in on the joke.
When the poker night finally came around, Sara dressed herself sexily, with a hint of slutiness, without going overboard. She wore a shortish skirt with stockings underneath, that would catch the eye if she bent over. She also put on a low cut top with a push up bra to show a nice bit cleavage. Her hair was tied back in a long pony tail.
"Fuck, you look gorgeous," commented John when he walked into their bedroom from the shower. "I want to bend you over and take you now."
"I can see that," Sara giggled as she saw his cock standing to full attention underneath his towel.
Sara walked over to John and pulled his towel away so he was standing stark naked. She was already beginning to feel she was into her role. Sara took hold of John's cock and started to stroke it very slowly. John let out a small moan and as she worked her hand up and down his six inch length.
"Would you like me to make you cum?" she purred.
"Yes please," John groaned, "you look so fucking hot right now,"
"Isn't that how you want me for Bob?" she teased.
Seeing how sexy his wife looked right now, John wasn't entirely sure it was such a good idea, Bob would surely think she was hot as well, but then again she was right, that was the idea. He trusted his wife though to go ahead with the plan, although right now that wasn't really on his mind. Sara dropped to her knees, still grasping tight on his rigid member. His cock was now staring her right in the face. She opened up her mouth, which was painted with a very dark red lipstick and took it in. She sucked on his helmet, tasting the familiar saltiness of his pre cum. John stood still, watching his wife blow him, savouring every moment as she greedily slurped and sucked him off. He couldn't hold on. His balls were tightening as Sara played with them whilst continuing to suck and wank on his cock. It was too much for John when she slipped her hand a little higher and began to probe at his back entrance. At the point that she pushed the tip of her finger into his arse opening, John let out a big moan and Sara took a full shot of cum deep into her mouth swallowing it straight down. She continued to beat out a rhythm on John's cock until she had taken his whole load down. John could barely stand now, but did his best as Sara drained every last drop of his juice down her throat. She felt John relax as his orgasm subsided.
"Fuck hun, that was so good," he said as fell back onto the bed.
"Right, well enough of that. Get yourself ready your mates will be here soon and if you're a really good boy I might let you have a piece of this later," she said as bent over to put her shoes on, showing her arse off with a skimpy pink thong riding high up it.
"Jeez, I can't fucking wait for that," John groaned staring at his wife's backside.
Sara left John to get ready and went downstairs to make sure everything was prepared for their poker night. Beer, spirits and snacks aplenty were setup in the kitchen just next to the dining room where the men would be playing. John eventually came downstairs and made sure everything was ready for the game. At 7.30 his friends began to arrive. Clarke was the first to turn up, followed by Keith, Jim and Grant. Sara knew all these guys and gave each of them a hug as they arrived, each in turn eyeing her up in surprise at how good she was looking. All of them were apparently in on the joke to wind up Bob. The men waited in the dining room, drinking and chatting, whilst they waited for the final arrival. The doorbell went and Sara trotted down the hall to answer it, ready to put her plan into action. Now what John had omitted to tell Sara, as she opened the door wide, was what Bob actually looked like. Sara almost went weak at the knees when she saw the hunk in front of her. Bob must have been around six foot, well built, shaggy brown hair and looks to die for. He smiled as Sara stood staring at him. She quickly regained her composure, noticing also how he was staring at her.
"You must be Sara," Bob said with a smile.
"Er yes," Sara stammered.
"I'm Bob," he said offering her his hand.
"Of course, come in," she replied shaking his hand, which felt a bit odd conisdering all the other's had got a peck on the cheek.
Bob followed Sara down to hall and into the dining room. Sara went into the kitchen to get him a beer. John quickly appeared.
"Bloody hell John, you could have told me he was so hot," she blurted out.
"Sorry, didn't think it mattered. Either way, he's a ladies man and he knows it, so we want you to put him in his place. Oh and he's already mentioned how lucky I am. Get to work and show him he can't have everything he wants."
Sara got hold of herself and took on her role well. As the night went on, she could tell that Bob behaved with an air of arrogance and could hear him talking about his conquests at work and how he was now planning his next move on one of the directors who was in her fifties.
"If I can get in her pants, I'll be right up the ladder," she heard him say.
