Katie was the only girl there. Right away I thought that was kinda odd. There were six of us guys from work, including me, and it was the first time I'd been invited to one of their beer-and-poker evenings, even though I'd been working with them for about six months. To begin with I guess I just thought that they were just racists and they didn't want a black guy coming round their house. It was nice to be proved wrong. And Katie's husband Dean seemed like a pretty cool guy so I tried not to notice that his girl was blatantly flirting with me.
It was hard, though. Katie's the kind of woman who can give a guy a hard-on just by smiling at you in a certain way. She has these big, round tits and the pink, off-the shoulder top she was wearing didn't do much to hide them. We were all sitting in their lounge and every time she got up to fetch more beers she'd kinda accidentally rub herself against me so I could feel the hardness of her nipples through the material. I'd always had a weakness for blondes, too, and she had her hair cut in this messy, sexy way that made her look like she'd just that minute been fucked against a wall.
"You want another beer, Patric?" She was looking at me again, bending over as she picked up the empties so I could look right down her top. I glanced at Bob to see if he'd noticed that I was looking at his wife's tits and he obviously had; he was grinning his head off. I guess he's just proud of her and who wouldn't be? Man, to come home to a fuck like that every night must be incredible. I was so jealous it hurt. When she walked into the kitchen her round perfect ass swayed in these flimsy white pants she was wearing and I noticed that every guy in the room was staring at her just like I was. Dean obviously didn't give a fuck, though, and I relaxed.
"Hey Dean," I said, when Katie came back in with the cold beers pressed against her big tits. "I guess you got your wife pretty well trained, huh? I haven't seen you lift a finger all night."
"She's an old-fashioned girl ain't you Katie?" he said, pulling her onto his lap. "She does what I tell her to, don't you babe?"
"Uh huh," she pouted. Even her voice was sexy. This slow, cute, Virginian drawl. "Dean's my husband. I was raised that there's man's work and there's woman's work. The feminists might be on my case but if my Dean says jump I'll say: 'how high shall I jump Dean?'"
"Ain't she cute? Why don't you put a little music on for us?" said Bobby, pushing her off his lap and slapping her ass.
"OK babe," she knelt down in front of the stereo, put an old soul CD in and then stood up. As soon as the music came on she started dancing, looking right at me, batting her long eyelashes and licking her bright red lips. I was mesmerised. As she waved her arms above her head, her pink top rode up just above her navel and she moved her hips in this slow, circular motion that made my cock suddenly stiffen in my pants.
Dean laughed. "Is she hot, or is she hot?"
"You're a lucky man Dean!"
"Give the boys a proper show!" he commanded.
"Oh no Dean," she blushed. "I couldn't do that. Not in front of everyone."
"Didn't you just say that you do what your damn husband tells you to do? The boys wanna see some titty. Don't we boys?"
The rest of us loudly agreed.
"Oh God," she groaned but I noticed she didn't look all that upset. She began swaying from side to side, getting down in a crouch and rubbing her hands down from her neck, over her bare shoulders, across her tits and down to the hem of her top. Then she slowly stood up, winding her hips round and round, and, in one smooth motion, she pulled the top over her head. She was wearing an under-wired black bra that practically made her tits sit up and beg and I thought I was gonna cum right there. Then she walked in a little circle from guy to guy with this little teasing smile on her face before getting down on the floor, stretching her long, slender legs out in front of her and pulling off her pants. She was naked except for the black bra and these little, lacy black panties.
"Let's see some titty!" Dean commanded again and the guys began a chant: "Titty! Titty! Titty!"
Katie turned round and wiggled her ass in time to the music before reaching behind her and undoing the catch of her bra. Then she slowly turned round, and, holding the bra in place with her hands cupped over her tits she looked at me. "Would you like to see my tits, Patric?"
"Woo-hoo! The bitch likes you, man!"
I wasn't sure how I felt about Dean calling his wife a bitch in front of all the guys but Katie made me so horny it hurt. "Hey, there's only one answer to that, girl," I replied.
She wiggled her way a little nearer to me, smiling this sexy smile, still holding her bra in place before sliding it, first left and then right across her tits, caressing them with the material before casually letting it go and flicking it across the room to where it landed in the lap of one of the guys.
"Man!" I exclaimed. She looked every bit as fucking horny as I thought she'd be. Her tits were the same perfectly even tan as her flat belly and her slim arms, her nipples were long and erect in the middle of sweet brown circles, and she looked like she was almost as turned on as we were.
"Now for the pussy!" said Bob.
She turned round and wiggled her round ass at me, hooking both thumbs into the black lace panties. Then she leaned back on to my lap, turning her head to one side in this coy, sexy way before pulling her panties down her long, smooth legs. I had to hold her by her arms otherwise she'd have fallen over. She was practically sitting on my lap, naked. I could see all the guys sitting round us couldn't decide whether to stare at her big tits or little pink cunt.
