As I have said before the late '70s and the '80s were great times. The wifey and I used to play a bit of pool back in those days. In fact, the wifey was semi-pro and could have probably gone on to have a career playing professionally.
We were at one of the Ice Houses we frequented back in those days. I am sure some of you are asking yourself what is an Ice House. In the Texas bar industry they are basically a steel frame building, covered with sheet metal, and generally three garage doors across the front of the building and one or two on each side. They also have several manway doors among them. The bar is generally along the back wall of the building. What they all have in common is your getting beer served in bottles that have been covered in ice for hours. These Ice Houses bring the outside in. The doors are open to allow the heat to escape and the breeze in.
So now you have the background of the wifey and the ice house we will move into the Thursday night pool tournament. We really were not playing for much money, but enough to keep things interesting in these tournaments.
Gayle had a reputation as being able to hustle pool fairly well back in the day and I was good enough to make most not want to put up a lot because as Gayle puts it, I am a game-day player. I play to the level of the bet.
Anyway, the tournament had finished up and Gayle had taken the $500.00 dollar pot for the tournament. I finished in third taking $200.00 dollars so we had beer money for the week. The tournament ended about 11 pm and Gayle and I was hanging out in the Ice House still playing a game here and there.
About midnight or so a group of five guys showed up and were looking to play some pool. The guys were around our age and Gayle already had picked one she wanted to try and get to come to our place.
Being that they all came in at the same time and were all hanging around one another we could not seem to get the one guy alone to see if he wished to join us and Gayle was getting restless with the situation.
Gayle came up to me and asked, "What if I just fuck all of them?"
I replied, " Make it interesting Honey."
She did. She had just finished a game with one of the guys and she told him to get the rest of his group over here.
She had already taken another sixty dollars off his little group.
The guys gathered around the table and she said to the group, " Look, yall can not shoot pool for fuck, but if you guys can beat me yall can fuck me!"
Their jaws were on the floor and of course, young guys being young guys were totally up for it.
Gayle being the slut she is, shot the eight ball in immediately after their guy broke the rack.
The guys followed us back to our place and she rubbed her cock hungry pussy the entire way home.
We entered the house and the wifey grabbed a six-pack from the fridge and brought everyone a beer except herself.
She announced she was going to get comfortable and started taking her clothes off there in the living room.
The guys were still all a bit uncomfortable and really unsure of themselves and could not believe this was happening.
Gayle got on her knees totally nude and said, "Boys you better fuck better than you shoot pool!"
I walked up to her and placed my cock in her mouth and said," Guys you better get them cocks out or she might get pissed and send you home!"
You could hear the zippers and button flies opening as she was sucking my cock.
I stepped back away and said, " You boys don't be bashful start feeding her your cocks!"
Gayle was working back and forth between sucking and stroking all five of them.
