Authors Note:
This story involves a wife's infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories ... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate -- realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy -- please enjoy.
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Katherine, or Kat as she preferred, wasn't sure how she felt about her husband being invited to join a poker party league. It wasn't the idea of him playing poker every week that bothered her; he worked for his money and could have a little fun anytime he wanted. It was the idea that on the nights that he was expected to host the game their home would be invaded by a handful of drinking, boisterous men. Men for whom she'd feel obligated to play hostess to.
Not that Tom would actually expect her to. He'd be fine with her disappearing, going out with her girlfriends, and leaving him to handle the hosting duties alone. But he would appreciate her sticking around and helping out. So, that's what she'd end up doing.
Just another part of their marriage.
Then his first night to host came and Kat was surprised by how much fun it was.
The participants that night were men she already knew and had spent time around at various parties or work functions. That night their jovial antics kept her lingering near the table more than she'd expected, or planned, laughing and flirting with them.
A month later Tom's turn to host came again. This time the group included a couple men she didn't already know. But they were just as fun as everyone else and again she ended up enjoying herself as she played hostess.
Over the next few months Tom hosted the game every few weeks or so and she got to know all the players. There was a core of eight players in the group, guys who could be counted on to be there nearly every week, of which Tom was one. There were also a few "fill-ins" that made it when they could. No matter who specifically showed though there were always five to seven players.
Kat found herself looking forward to Tom's hosting nights. She enjoyed the men and the attention they paid to her. Not that she ever wanted for such attentions. While her body was not as tone and taunt as it had been during her athletic school years, it was still trim and firm. Those years of athleticism coupled with her active lifestyle meant that her delicately rounded ass and ample breasts remained semi-firm, assets which were enhanced by her preference of wearing various short little skater style skirts and flattering tops. Additionally, the way her pixie-haircut amplified her naturally cute features didn't hurt either.
It was during those first months that she developed little crushes on a few of the men. None of them were bad looking, or too out of shape with the bulging beer bellies of so many men in their age brackets. But a few of the players were down right good looking or in better shape than the others and she found herself being drawn to them.
It was also during those first months that she unintentionally created a ritual that would lead her down a very unanticipated path.
While most of the time the pots were minimal, with the fun and camaraderie being more important than the money, occasionally one would grow substantial as multiple men wagered on their hand being the superior. Of course, only one of them was right, leaving the others dejected losers. One night Tom was just such an individual. As he sat feigning utter disbelief and despair Kat slid herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and cooing to him that "It'll be okay, Sweetie." Taking advantage of the moment Tom convinced her that she needed to be his good luck charm and remain in place until he'd won a hand, to which she agreed. The very next hand he won a sizable pot, releasing her from her indentureship.
That got the others crying "foul," insisting that if she was going to be a good luck charm for Tom, then she should be one for all of them. A few even pushed their chairs back to offer her their laps. Initially Kat laughed off their insistences. But after a few minutes she relented and agreed to stand next to anyone who "truly needs my luck to get them out of a slump."
It didn't take long before a string of misfortunes had her standing next to one chair or another for the remainder of the evening. A ritual that continued on the next night that Tom hosted. And the next, and the next.
One night Tom announced that the group needed him to host a game just two weeks after just doing so.
"Why so soon?" She asked, trying to sound annoyed and failing.
"Tim's been transferred. He's moving out of state and it was his turn. So, they asked me."
"Oh, okay." She just couldn't stop her lips from curling into a tiny smile.
"Yea. 'Oh, okay'." He mocked her.
"What?" she tried looking like she didn't understand, but failed wonderfully.
"I know you enjoy these nights, Baby."
"They are kinda fun," she tried downplaying it even though she knew she'd been caught in a not-so-secret secret.
"I'm glad you enjoy them, Baby. Really. I was afraid you would resent them . . . and me."
"Yea, I was worried about that too," she admitted sheepishly. "But it turns out your friends are kinda fun."
"Some of them are good looking too, huh?" he teased.
"Uh- What do you mean?" She sputtered, surprised that he'd say this aloud.
"Oh come on, Baby. I know you enjoy their attentions. Their flirtations. It's alright. You know I don't care where you get your appetite from, as long as I'm the meal."
While this wasn't the first time this sentiment had been shared between them, it was the first time it didn't pertain to some unattainable celebrity crush. But Kat saw the gleam in Tom's eye, the one that assured her he knew the truth. Her smile grew a little as her cheeks began to redden.
"Also, I'm no dummy," he added "I've noticed that on the nights we host the game not only do I get some after everyone's gone, but you are, how shall I put it . . . more enthusiastic as well. So hey, if that's my reward for you harmlessly flirting with a few of my buddies, I say flirt away."
So that Friday night the guys sat around their table drinking and laughing and playing cards while Kat lingered and laughed and flirted.
