I have the most beautiful thirty-five year old wife in the world. She looks a lot like Cher in her heyday, but with better teeth. She has the same long black hair, equaline facial structure, high cheek bones, small high breasts, long, slender legs, and tight ass.
I love her fiercely, but she has some idiosyncracies. I've had to adjust to over the past ten years. See, she's a nymphomaniac and I can't keep up with her. Adding to that, she had such a repressed childhood, that she can't ask for sex when she's horny - she becomes far too embarrassed. For years, I tried to be sensitive to her, even coming home from work on a few occasions, to satisfy her.
After five years of marriage, I realized I could not keep up with my wife, and needed help. I'm not a cuckold, or anything, but I knew the frustration of not being able to satisfy my wife was leading us towards divorce. Fortunately, I'm not a jealous man. But I am a business man. And a once a week, penny ante poker player. In fact, Tina and I regularly host the Wednesday night poker party. So how does all this add up? Read on.
The friendly once a week game, just got friendlier. I started betting my wife. Well, an act my wife could perform in under five minutes - blow jobs, hand jobs. No big money, but a fun night, and a much more satisfied wife. This, of course, led to even larger bets, when her pussy was involved - licking it and fucking it.
This all had to change though, when we got into some financial trouble and my buddies couldn't help me out. So, I changed the poker night from penny-anti, to high stakes. My buddies did help there, making the contacts to get the new players.
Wednesday night rolled around and I made introductions with eight individuals. I was the house, the host, and the dealer. I would get a small percent of each pot, for my - our, services. My wife, Tina, would be the waitress. That's all that happened that first night. I was surprised that Tina had also made some good tips on the side. Altogether, we'd made close to $250. Not bad for a night's work.
So, I added another night (Friday), and we continued the poker evenings for the rest of the month. Tina dressed up sexy and the tips increased, but even with that and my full-time job, we still weren't catching up on our bills very much. We were just barely making a dent against interest on the credit card charges we'd had to ring up, when Tina's mom had been hospitalized. After we got those paid for, there was still going to be the hospital bill to contend with. But at least Tina's mom's insurance would cover some of that. Tina's mom was a widow living on a very small pension her husband had left her.
Anyway, the next Wednesday, I convinced Tina to serve drinks topless. We discussed it, and my plan to start selling her 'services'. She needed to be told my intentions, but was happy to agree, once she understood the plan.
The regular Wednesday crowd showed up along with a newcomer. Since nine makes a full poker table, he was welcome. I added a leaf to the dining room table. Tina came in to take drink orders. She was topless, as planned.
"My wife and I wanted to thank you for all the fine tips you've been giving her. And, I also wanted to announce a change to the Friday schedule, though you people here may or may not be free on Fridays. However, the Friday game will be changed to a tournament, with twenty-seven open seats. I've rented poker tables, and they'll all be set up out there on the patio. During the tournament, my wife will be available for services such as blow jobs and hand jobs, but she will be saving herself. Because at the end of the night, she will fuck the winner of the tournament. So, along with the take for the night, he'll get laid. It's winner takes all."
That was long winded of me, and I sat down and drank half my beer. So these guys, plus the Friday crowd, and the guys my buddies could scrounge up, should be able to fill twenty-seven seats. Anyway, we played our regular game for the rest of the night, though I did get the occasional request for Tina's services. I put them off, saying to come to the Friday tournament. Even if he didn't make it, I'm sure he'd spread word to some of his friends, I thought. Let him stay heated up.
Friday night came, and the house filled up quickly. Even after all twenty-seven seats were taken, they continued. I finally let five or six out back where they could watch from the back yard, for ten bucks each. I went back to the house where I took the dealers seat at one of the tables. I had two of my buddies as dealers for the other two.
Tina came in nude tonight (I'd decided that would spice up the tips a lot more and suggested it to her). I say nude, but she was wearing a garter and stockings, high heels, and crotchless panties. She took drink orders. I saw someone reach out and grab her ass.
"Touching requires a ten dollar tip." I told him bluntly. "Or do you only play low stakes games?"
Frankly, I was counting on the gambling competitiveness and pride of reputation to keep control of the situation. Twenty-seven men could easily overpower three and that's if the ones in the back yard didn't get involved. The man gave Tina a ten dollar tip. She kissed him on the cheek.
Anyway, I knew the crotchless underwear were a good idea. Tina got many ten dollar tips as she took their orders. Each, wanted to check out what was under the frilly crotch outlining the cut in the panties. As the night progressed, Tina was getting twenty-five for a hand job and fifty for a blow job. She only stayed with a player till the end of the hand, wanting her patron to come back for more.
The night went long. It was after two o'clock before we were down to one nine person table. This was now serious money poker. Each player had collected over five thousand from his stake in addition to the take from each player that had been eliminated rom the game. The people outside had long since left, and so had about half the men that had started the tournament. I guess the other half wanted to see who won. Or maybe they wanted to see the payoff for winning. Gamblers...
Anyway, there was forty-five thousand dollars sitting at that table, and I was still getting one percent of each pot played. Fortunately, because Tina's tips had stopped, as the final table was played strictly competitively, with lots of stares being made into other player's blank ones.
Boiling it all down, it took another two hours till the victor was crowned. It was now four o'clock in the morning. A Mr. Gilbert took the crown, I believe. He studied my wife with his eyes, a smile on his face, as he stacked and pocketed his winnings.
"I don't believe I'll be staying tonight." He said. "But I do not expect you to welch on your end of the bargain. You can't afford to in this line of work. I would like my sleep, and it appears, so could your wife." He said, indicating my wife with a nod of his head.
"I'll have a room reserved at the downtown Hilton for tomorrow night. My name is Gilbert. Ask for my room when you get there. I'll meet you at my room tomorrow at seven PM. Understood?" He queried, his voice broking no argument.
At four AM, it sounded reasonable to me, and I said so. Tina just nodded. "Oh," he said, stopping at the front door and turning to Tina, "wear what you have on now, with a short skirt to go over it. I want it to barely cover your ass cheeks. Understand? If you have to go out and buy one, use some of the tip money I've been giving you all night long."
He left before Tina could even nod. So we shut up the house and went to bed. We didn't clean up, and I didn't even count up the money we'd made that night. I just stacked it, and put it all in a shoebox in the closet, as I turned out the lights and went to bed.
Tina and I didn't wake up till well after noon. Actually, it was closer to two. Which was OK with both of us. It left us less time to think about the control over the situation, I'd just lost. Gilbert clearly made it known, by the time he walked out the door, that it was he that was pulling the strings from here on out, as long as he had the threat of a welch held over my head. Anyway, it was fortunate that Tina had a skirt to 'Mr. Gilbert's specifications' in her closet, so at least we didn't have to waist time going out. We just ate, tried to relax, watched some T.V., and waited impatiently for tonight to get over with.
Tina started getting ready about six. She'd showered before bed, so she just climbed into what she had on last night, pulled the dress over her head and zippered up. She doesn't have very big breasts, so the lack of a bra posed no problems. The skirt part of the dress, was at least five inches above the knees in the front, and I could just see the bend of her ass cheek, if I stooped to look. The rest of the time was for makeup, but we did leave our home at six thirty.
It took some time to get to the Hyatt and find parking, but we had ten minutes to get to the desk and ask for Mr. Gilbert's room, and then to his room on the fifth floor. I knocked on the door.
Mr. Gilbert answered and invited us in. "Right on time. I Like that."
As we entered in front of Mr. gilbert, we were met by a man with a gun in his hand.
Mr. Gilbert shut the door and locked it, behind us. "Now then. No need to be unduly alarmed. My associate Mr. Smith is here to secure you, Mr. McCall, to a chair. Nothing more. But you are only to watch. No involvement for the rest of the evening. I will have my jackpot," he said, lifting my wife's chin with his hand. "to myself, as I please. And I will be assured of that by Mr. Smith. Now sit down over there." he said, indicating a chair in the corner.
