"I'll see your ten, and raise you ten," The man to my right said as he threw in two chips. I was holding three nines, a duce, and a three. I considered whether to fold or risk another twenty dollars. I don't know why I cared, Tom had paid for my chips so it wasn't my money. I guess I just didn't like to lose. Before I decided what to do, my wife Jolene came out of the kitchen with some more beer and chips.
She was wearing a blue halter top that left her stomach bare and outlined her fine tits nicely. The black skirt was just long enough to cover her ass, but allowed a glimpse of her bare pussy when she sat down. On her feet she had on a pair of open toed sandals with four inch heels and straps around her ankles. In other words, slutty hot. And I wasn't the only one who thought so. The other men at the poker party were not shy in voicing similar opinions; of course they didn't know she was my wife, they thought she was a prostitute. A high priced prostitute, but a whore none the less.
"OK, I'm in," I announced as I tossed two chips onto the small pile in the middle of the table. Tom was next and he called, flipping his cards over. He had a full house, queens over tens. That beat my three of a kind and everybody else's hand too.
He chuckled as he raked the chips in. "Like taking candy from a baby."
Tom was ahead of everybody by quite a wide margin, and it was clear he was going to win eventually. I decided that this was a good time to change the character of this party. On the next hand I had a pair of aces and when my turn came and had to put most of my chips in to match the current bet.
"Well, well. Everyone hanging in there eh?" Tom mused. "OK, I'll see that and raise two hundred."
Everybody else folded. If this were just a poker game I would have too. "I'll see that and raise you everything else you've got," I replied.
"With what, you don't have that many chips," Tom challenged.
"I'll use Jolene as my collateral," I answered. "If you win then she's yours to entertain you until morning. That's easily worth the entire pot."
"OK then, I'm all in," he said and pushed all his chips forward. "What have you got?"
I laid down my cards. "A pair of aces."
Tom threw his head back and laughed. Then he melodramatically laid his hand down on top of the big pile of chips. The cards were in order: two of hearts, three of hearts, four of diamonds, five of spades, and six of hearts. A straight. That beat my lousy pair. But then I figured on losing because I knew everybody would win now.
"Come on over here Jo, and sit down," Tom ordered as he slid his chair back from the table.
I had my wife in her "expensive prostitute" mode, so she didn't question his order. She just strutted over to him, looking happy to be doing something other than serving drinks and getting her ass pinched. She sat down on his lap and he immediately pulled her face to his and placed a lip-lock on her. Within a few seconds of starting the kiss he had her top pushed up over her tits and was pulling on her nipples.
One of the guys apparently did not know about Jolene and started looking uncomfortable. "Well, I suppose that's the end of the game," he said and started to get up.
"Sit down," someone else said. "The party has just started. You should know by now that Tom always shares his good fortune."
The first man stopped moving only half way to his feet, a surprised expression on his face. Then he slowly sat back down, his eyes fixed on Tom and Jolene. I looked back in Tom's direction. He had broken the kiss and was now pulling my wife's top off completely.
"She's hot as a pistol, guys. Let's get this table cleared off," Tom declared.
The table was quickly cleared of poker chips and cards. Tom then stood up and lifted Jolene up onto the table. She leaned back on her elbows and lifted her hips up so that Tom could slip her tiny skirt down her shapely legs. He flung it over his shoulder and dove for her glistening snatch, burying his face between her thighs. Jolene threw her head back and let out a loud moan as Tom attacked her shaved muff with his mouth. It was a hot scene and the rest of us just stood around watching my wife toss her head back and forth as Tom pushed all her pleasure buttons.
Then he stopped and looked up at us. "What are you guys just watching for? Get on those tits and someone put a cock in the whore's mouth."
They didn't need to be told twice. The other four men surrounded them and lowered Jolene flat onto her back. Two of them started pulling and sucking on her already hard nipples while another guy tried to get his cock into her mouth. The angle was all wrong though and the best she could manage was to lick the head and pump the shaft with her hand.
It didn't take too much of this before Jolene started shaking and squealing her way through her first orgasm of the evening. Tom managed to keep his mouth on her pussy despite her bucking, slurping up the copious amounts of girl juice that was pouring out of her. When she was finished Tom suggested that they move her to the living room. He has a sofa in there that can be folded flat to make a perfect platform for multiple partner sex.
From here on out it was a six on one gangbang. The first round only lasted about twenty minutes; all the men had cum, including me, and needed a little break to recover. I took the opportunity to get some bottles of water from the kitchen. We would all need some hydration during the second round, which I knew would be much longer. I was right.
All of us men stayed hard much longer this time. Jolene was a total slut though, and took everything we could give her. For the next couple of hours she was continuously being fucked in one or all of her holes. It was incredible. In case you've never seen anything like this I'll explain how it works. There's no way six guys can service one woman at a time; it just gets too crowded and hot with that many people that close together. So we tag-teamed her. Normally there was only two or three on her at a time while the rest of us watched. When one would get tired or cum, someone would take his place. We keep up this rotation until nobody could get it up anymore.
At the end Jolene was still climaxing, so I know she had not hit her limit, if she even has one. Her body was covered in sweat mixed with cum and the room reeked of sex. I didn't know if I should be proud or shocked. Maybe a little of both.
