"Again?" Jordan glared at her husband. She had no issue with David's love of poker but hosting the weekly games was a pain in her ass. She shopped for food and drinks, she prepared the snacks, she cleaned the house. It wasn't that David was lazy about doing these chores just that he worked and she didn't and when he did clean he wasn't as assiduous. "You hosted just two weeks ago. I thought it was every 6 weeks," she said.
"Tom and Mary are redoing their family room so I volunteered," David said apologetically, "I'll clean up...promise." He looked at his wife and shrugged. She hated gambling but the guys loved her. She took her duties as hostess to heart, providing great snacks, their drinks quickly refilled, but none of that was why they all loved her. Jordan also made sure to wear the outfits. She acquired a French maid's outfit and had no issue being ogled or her ass being grabbed. David was the jealous type normally, but on poker nights he ignored the comments, ignored the straying hands of his friends.
Jordan hated poker, hated any gambling. Her father bankrupted her family more than once when she was growing up, but also cleared tens of thousands at other times. She preferred security, not big payouts. Ironically, she and David met at a poker party put on by her sorority. They decided to reverse role-play with the next-door fraternity brothers dressed in maids' outfits fetching drinks and snacks as the girls grabbed their asses.
One man stood out. 6' 3", blond, muscular, (which was obvious under the French maid's outfit), blue-eyed and gorgeous.
Jordan grabbed more than David's ass, her eyes widening. By the end of the night, she had his number. She called the next day and asked him out. She took him to dinner and a movie and then suggested he ask her up to his room. After that, they assumed normal gender-assigned tasks and became inseparable. They married soon after graduation and moved into the vanilla slice of suburbia where they now lived.
Soon after moving in, David met Tom and found out there was a neighborhood weekly poker game. David always loved poker especially because of the math. He was as analytically driven as any sports team knowing all the odds at any given time. Because of that, he was a consistent winner, though never wiping everyone out.
On the other hand, this was the single complaint she had with her husband's love of poker. She hated the gambling but as he seemingly always won she bit her tongue. Also, she did like entertaining and liked the attention she received. At all other neighborhood get-togethers, she was left alone but get these guys away from their wives and they opened up. She and David always enjoyed post-poker alone time.
She looked at her husband and sighed, "OK, but if construction isn't done by the next time it's his turn someone else can do the hosting. I'll head to the store and get something for you guys to munch on."
That evening, everything was set up, all the food was prepared and Jordan had slipped into her latest maid's outfit. This one was going to be a surprise for their 5th anniversary the following month, but as she'd not gotten around to cleaning her usual one she decided to try it out. Perhaps it wasn't really appropriate for guests as it allowed for nothing under it. It wasn't any shorter or more revealing but as it was latex her bra, panties, or thong would be outlined. She would have to try not to get excited as if her nipples hardened or swelled they'd be fully on display.
David whistled and grinned. He walked around admiring his wife's body on display. "Holy fuck. You totally outdid yourself," he said admiringly. He slid a hand between her legs, eyes widening, "Commando? You've always said only sluts go out like this."
Jordan shook her head, "First of all, I'm not going out in this, second, panty lines show, I mean really show, and third you like me to be a slut on poker night."
"Not complaining. I'll want to clean these guys out fast and get them out of here. Tonight, I'll have you squealing for more. I love it when you slut up."
The guys all stopped and stared or whistled as they came to the house. All anticipated seeing David's beautiful wife in her outfit but this was new. Perhaps it was the tight shiny material on the short dress that made her slender legs look longer, perhaps it was her bright glowing red hair draped over her chest, but none could take his eyes off her incredible figure.
Jordan felt her nipples harden and groaned. 'This was a mistake,' she thought, 'who was I kidding?' "Come in, David's in the living room. Take your coat?" she asked each of them. She smiled as each guy stroked her ass not waiting until she served food or drinks. They all knew before they even sat down she had nothing under the latex tube.
The men all were less focused on the game...more distracted by Jordan's outfit and their piles of chips slowly diminished. The only player not distracted was David. He had his normal focus. Even when playing at Glen's house and Linda paraded around in her schoolgirl outfit David focused.
At 10, Jordan felt as if a thousand hands had been on her ass and on her smooth thighs. Her nipples were starting to hurt they'd been erect for so long and she'd twice had to head for the bathroom as fluids were starting to run down her legs. "David, I'm going to bed. I'm tired and you guys know where the fridge is," she said. It wasn't so much being tired but needing to get naked and rub one out that motivated her exit.
David seemed to notice his wife for the first time. He quit arranging the stacks of chips in front of him and smiled up at her. "Thanks for being such a great help tonight. I hope the guys all tip you, you look incredible," he said before kissing her goodnight.
Jordan laughed as she heard a few of the guys respond that they'd not just give her the tip. Then she wiggled her ass and turned to go upstairs.
Tom shook his head and stood, "Hell, I'm out. I've got shit cards all night. Jordan, hang on. I'll walk you up to your room." He came over and put out his arm and they started for the stairs. They looked back for a reaction from David but he was shuffling the cards.
Jordan looked at Tom. He was a good-looking guy and Mary had told her more than once what a gifted lover he was. She was never sure if that meant he was great in bed or physically gifted. She turned at the base of the stairs her arm and Tom's looped together. "Goodnight, honey. Tom's escorting me to the bedroom," she said.
David looked up and nodded, "Goodnight. Thanks, Tom. Whose deal is it?" he asked looking at the remaining players.
Tom looked at the beautiful woman and shrugged. "Walk you to your door? Make sure you get home safe? Tuck you in?" he smiled.
