Inspired by a prompt on the 'story ideas' section of the forum.
As always, all characters are over 18.
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It's strangely exciting to see my wife shaving her pussy through the open bathroom door, knowing it's not me who will be eating it tonight.
Sure, tomorrow the sweet spot between her thighs will be mine again. But tonight, we are playing poker.
This is only our third time at the neighbourhood poker night. It's up to Janet and Dave who gets an invite. It's their house after all.
"I'm already wet" Sandra tells me as we walk. I'm struggling to keep up with her fast pace.
We arrive at the door and it's all smiles and hugs. Perfectly normal. Just a neighbourly poker night.
Keenan and Jada are already here. They are always invited. Dave clearly has a thing for dark skinned Jada, and Sandra tells me that Janet always enjoys her time with Keenan.
Next to arrive are Matteo and Britney. The youngest of our group tonight. Both only around 25. She's short, but curvy, and with a Texas draw to her words. Monday to Friday she's working at the local kindergarten. Matteo is the Italian husband she picked up as an au pair two summers ago. They were here last time we were. Janet spoke very highly of Matteo after.
Last to arrive is Deborah and Simon. "So sorry!" they say as they walk through the door. "Babysitter was late."
They were with us on our very first visit to the poker game. She's the bossy, corporate type with slick black hair and an innate need to give you instructions. He's a long, silver haired hippy type who sells handmade objects over eBay. Her family are from Poland. His, from Scotland. I can't tell if their private life is heaven or hell.
"Drinks anyone?" asks Dave.
Drinks are poured, blinds are pulled down on the windows and we all move towards the poker table.
Sandra is beside me. She squeezes my leg lovingly. The ten of us crowd round the table.
"Usual house rules time" Janet says. We all go silent. "Everyone's here to have fun. Let's keep that in mind. Safety words are the usual. PINEAPPLE for your partner to stop, and APRICOT if you want everyone to stop. Don't cum inside unless they ask you to. Warn your partner before you squirt. Lube is there for a reason, and don't forget to hydrate. Did I miss anything?"
Everyone shakes their heads. We all understand. Everyone is excited.
Though it's poker night, we start with blackjack. Dave is dealer. Everyone plays. It's short and simple. No betting money. Just calling cards. If you lose, you take off some clothing. If you get blackjack, you choose someone to undress.
It only takes four rounds for most of us to be in our underwear. Keenan had a string of bad cards and is already fully naked. But he's not hiding his thick black cock. He's naked with pride.
I don't mind being in my boxers. It makes it easier for later. And we'll all be naked very soon.
All the women are now topless, save for Deborah. I enjoy the view. Each woman is stunning in their own way. From Janet, growing old disgracefully and allowing gravity to do it's thing, to young Britney and her perky large tits. Jada's dark nipples almost blend in with the rest of her dark skin, and air of deep sexuality around her. Finally I look at Sandra. Still the best looking for me. 8 years married and she's still as gorgeous today as the day I first met her.
"Poker time!" Dave calls. "Texas Holdem, standard rules"
We all have a set of poker chips, but they aren't what we really care about. We only care about winning hands. At least until the very end.
Now, it's just the men playing. The ladies will have their own game soon enough.
I'm lucky. I'm dealt a nine pair. A third nine in the flop. And the river has the fourth nine. I win the hand, and my wife gets to start her game.
She gives me a final kiss, and then looks round the room. With a small smile she grabs young Britney, and leads her upstairs.
We can soon hear giggling, turning into moaning from the room upstairs. That's half the fun of the evening. Part of the temptation. The door stays open. You hear what's happening.
I know it's Britney's moans. From that I know it's my wife's hands, or more likely her tongue, that's making her moan.
And all the poker guys know it too.
- - -
I've always known Sandra as bisexual. When we first met at university she was dating a woman called Rachel. I thought she was "fully lesbian" until a few months after when she ended things with Rachel. I bought her a drink to cheer her up, and she thanked me with a blowjob in an alleyway on the way home. Two days later I bought her sushi and she came back to mine. We fucked like rabbits, even moving to anal when the condom burst.
Two years later I proposed.
Sandra always told me that she loves me. Especially my dick. But after a rough point in our marriage, she confessed that she sometimes missed girls. So we agreed to open our marriage a little.
At first it was threesomes. Or a female friend would come to visit, and I'd "need to go out and do errands" for a few hours.
Soon we learned about the poker game. A swingers event which made sure the women got plenty of alone time.
I was very hesitant at first. We really 'umm'ed and 'errr'er about the situation.
"This will be different to our threesomes," I told her. "Or your 'lady visitors'. There'll be guys there. I'm not sure how I feel about other guys fucking you."
"Remember that sex club we visited, on our vacation to Greece last year?" Sandra asked with a smile. Her hand moving to my crotch. "You didn't mind watching those three Greek men fucking me." She moved her head closer to me, whispering in my ear "and I loved watching that Greek woman giving you a blowjob. And seeing that Egyptian girl sitting on your cock. Riding you until you came. Do you remember what I did after?"
"You licked my cum right out of her" I replied with a smile. She unzipped my trousers, fishing out my growing cock.
She was trying to distract me, but I didn't let her.
"But those were strangers at the sex club. In another country. These will be our neighbours. It'll be weird for me at the next home-owners association meeting, knowing how many of those cocks will have been inside you."
"But" Sandra reminded me, "you get to fuck too. Those other men's wives. Their legs opening for your pleasure. You, defiling their marriages. And I'd be there to watch."
She moved her head down towards my crotch. Her mouth barely an inch from the tip of my cock. "It really turns me on to watch you fuck other women."
Her mouth moved down, the start of a blowjob I knew would end in sex. Maybe even anal, depending on her mood. Depending on my next answer.
"We can try it once." I relent. "I'll tell Dave we're both up for the poker night."
- - -
Everyone at the table, men and remaining women, are silent, listening carefully to the sounds of my wife pleasuring the other woman. Eventually, we focus back on the game.
"And the first golden chip of the night goes too...." Dave declares as he passes the plastic gold token in a mock ceremonial way.
Every hand you win gets a golden chip. These are the poker chips that really matter tonight.
Keenan wins the second game. As he proudly takes his gold chip, his partner Jada takes host Janet upstairs with her. The sound of the two ladies laughing together lasted to the doorway of the room upstairs. Then the noise died down, turning into soft moans of pleasure and words like "touch me there" and "oh god".
"Pressure is on now, huh Simon?" asks Matteo, teasing him. Deborah is the last woman downstairs. And our game has special punishments for the final woman.
Simon doesn't win the third round. That goes to Dave. Taking his golden coin, he smiles broadly at Deborah, and points downwards at his crotch. She doesn't smile, but she moves under the table and finds Dave's manhood, guiding it into her warm mouth.
"Your wife is such a good cocksucker" Dave tells Simon, as if he was telling him some new information.
Until Simon wins a round, her face is ours to use. That happened to me and Sandra, the first time we played here. It took four rounds for me to win her release. I had to watch her sucking four other guy's dicks. Four other men sticking their cocks into my sweet wife's mouth. And each guy teasing me about it, telling me how good Sandra was at cock-sucking. At pleasing other men.
It was humiliating.
it was good too, in a way. It got me ready for the swinging lifestyle. Helped me understand. Because later that night, each of those dicks was inside my wife's pussy. And if you start swinging, you have to accept this.
But it also goes both ways.
For each humiliation they put on me, I put on them. My cock in their wives' mouths. My fingers in their pussies. My cock in their tight assholes and my cum on their faces.
This was the essence of poker night. And both my wife and I loved it.
Back to the game, and lucky for Simon and Deborah, he wins the next round with three of a kind aces. She practically runs upstairs, ripping her bra off as she climbs the wooden steps.
The sound of female moaning is in full effect now. I recognise Sandra's voice telling somebody to "bring it closer". Other voices are speaking, but I can't make out words. Only the soft moans of five horny women.
The atmosphere in the card room changes now. Becomes more serious. Because now we can win real prizes. Prizes for ourselves. Not for our wives and partners.
My next hand is looking good for me, with a flush. But Dave beats me with a surprise full house. Looking like the cat who got the cream, he walks upstairs in his own house, to the room with the ladies.
The four of us play without him. I deal, and this game Keenan wins with a low pair of kings.
We press a little electronic doorbell. It chimes in the room upstairs. A few seconds later, a naked, smiling Dave walks back down the stairs.
It's part of the rules of poker night. Only one man is ever in the room with the ladies. We never see who is fucking our wives. We never know for sure. We can guess, but we never see.
Keenan goes upstairs and the next round begins.
Finally, I win the next hand with two jacks and two threes. My cock growing in anticipation as I wait for Keenan to descend the stairs.
