Julian and Lucy had been talking about it for ages, a fantasy that they both shared, where Lucy would attend a poker evening as hostess and entertainer -- and would have to obey each and every demand made of her.
The rules were simple. Lucy would be dressed in a slutty princess outfit, and be tasked with serving drinks and food to Julian and his friends. But that was to be just the beginning. Each hand won would allow the winner to either stash their points to bid on the grand prize at the end of the game -- or would allow the winner to remove one of Lucy's items of clothing -- or receive a small sexual gift.
They'd decided ahead of time, and Julian had briefed the boys, that the 'small sexual gifts' would include a 60 second treat of either a lap dance, a tactile exploration of Lucy's body with whatever skin was bared at that point in time, a make-out kissing session or a taste of Lucy's pussy -- where the winner would lick the juices off Lucy's fingers after she'd finger-fucked herself for the minute of the prize. Winners would draw a card from a pre-created pile and then enjoy their treat.
For the week leading up to the event, Lucy had been ultra horny. She kept thinking how hot it was going to make her feel to be treated like a little slut, and to have so many men admiring her, touching her -- and maybe more. She'd fucked Julian's brains out each night that week, and had loved the feeling of his cum filling her pussy up, night after night.
However, on the Friday before the Poker evening she'd insisted that he cum in her mouth as she wanted her pussy nice and fresh for the ensuing evening. Julian had hardly complained, although she knew he loved more than anything to empty his balls in her hot, loose pussy, particularly when he was pounding her from on top. The very thought of that position usually made her snatch soaking wet, her nipples hard and her heart start to race.
That afternoon Lucy spent a leisurely few hours getting ready. She wanted the guys to gasp, literally, when they saw her and to be unable to resist looking at her in all her glory -- even before she got naked.
She shaved every inch of her lithe body, insisting after her shower that Julian re-shaved around her clit, labia and anus -- she wanted to ensure that she was laser-smooth, with every millimeter of skin exposed and ready for fingers, tongues and who knew what to explore and caress.
After finishing her hair and makeup Julian lotioned her body, she always loved him doing that, it was a small act of service that proved how irresistible he found her. After she'd been lotioned, and caressed, she dressed slowly in front of the mirror, admiring how sexy she knew she looked, and felt.
She and Julian had picked out an outfit that they both knew from prior experience would cause the appropriate reaction from his friends. Glitter stripper heels; tiny crystalled G-string; white ballerina skirt; sheer stockings and garter belt; topped with a small black sequined crop top that accentuated the shape of her perfect breasts.
The agreement was that the boys would get set up, and then she would walk in and take their drinks orders, the first of many orders that she'd be taking, and obeying, that evening. By 7pm when the doorbell rang Lucy had butterflies in her stomach; she knew she looked drop-dead gorgeous, but she always doubted herself, just that tiny bit, despite all of Julian's reassurances.
And so, about an hour later, she found herself walking into the living room, dressed to kill, and reveling in the gasps and stares of the boys. She knew all of them somewhat, and knew that Julian had shown them pictures of her naked before -- something that secretly turned her on. What woman didn't like to be admired? And she knew she looked amazing in the pictures he took of her -- clothed, semi-clothed and butt naked. Sometimes he'd tell her the comments they made to him about her tits, ass and pussy -- and it always made her so wet.
Around the table were Paul, Kal, Julian and Dan. Paul was Julian's Brit friend who she'd always fancied; she'd sometimes fantasize about him fucking her when she was alone or when Julian was pounding her.
Kal she'd met at a few dinner parties; he seemed to have toned up and she knew that he lusted after her. Part of his attraction to her was that he seemed to always have a coterie of women around him -- something that she'd always found attractive was strength and confidence, and he had both.
Dan was a new friend of Julian's, a guy whose wife she knew he'd had sex with a number of times. He looked a little older than the other two -- but then she liked older men, fit and good looking in a slightly rocker kind of way.
The guys stood, one by one and welcomed her with a hug; each, she thought taking a little longer than a normal hug, and each of them running their hands over her back and onto her exposed ass cheeks. Paul, not surprisingly, was the boldest, giving her a lingering kiss on the lips and slipping his hand between her thighs to caress her already soaking pussy through her miniscule g-string.
Quickly she took their drinks orders and sashayed back to the kitchen, wondering what the evening had in store for her. She loved how Julian always made her feel so sexy, but so safe. So desired, yet never too vulnerable. So in control, yet completely controlled. As he'd slapped her ass as she returned to the kitchen with the drinks order she could almost read his filthy mind, and how much he'd enjoyed his friends caressing her bare skin and feasting on her erotic semi-nakedness.
Lucy finished making the drinks and walked back to the poker table placing the drinks by Dan and Paul, who immediately began caressing her silk covered legs. Their touch was more exciting now that she knew that they were probably going to get to touch a lot more of her. The very thought made her stomach tighten and a small torrent of juices coat her inner labia.
After a few minutes Lucy stepped back to watch the game and see who won the hand. Now, she surmised, the fun was really going to start.
Paul glanced up triumphantly -- he'd won, and now he had a choice of one of the small prizes, or the chance to remove her first item of clothing.
Julian said, "Lucy, would you walk over to Paul so he can claim his prize?"
Slowly Lucy walked over to Paul. He stood up as Lucy approached him and asked her to face the table, legs apart. As agreed earlier, the choice of which items were to be removed first was totally up to the victor, Lucy having no choice in the matter. This loss of control its self turned her on -- she loved being the plaything of boys, particularly when her husband was there, controlling and safeguarding her all in one go.
"I think the room needs to see your breasts, don't you?" Paul said, motioning for her to turn round.
Paul stepped behind her and slowly removed the beautiful sequined black bra, first taking the straps off her shoulders, then unclasping the back, before lazily peeling it off her protruding breasts. All the men at the table were smiling, and as Lucy looked down, she realized that her nipples were rock hard and standing to attention, the areola framing the succulent pink nipples to perfection.
"Thank you, Lucy," Paul said, and sat down again, as Lucy went to fill the chips and pretzels.
She could not believe how turned on she was. She was comfortable going topless, nude even, when she and Julian travelled and went to clubs and beaches where these things were allowed, but the act of having someone else other than her husband remove an item of clothing like this and exposing what she knew were her stunning tits, was incredibly erotic. A fact that everyone in the room seemed to agree with.
The poker game continued. Lucy brought drinks and snacks to the table and each time hands caressed her silk covered legs. Julian had just won a hand and he announced, "The winner of the next hand gets to choose which item Lucy loses next."
Despite herself, Lucy blushed. She could feel butterflies in her stomach because she knew that the she was losing items of clothing quickly, and she thought about how this was only going to get worse (better?) as the night went on.
There was quite a betting war over the hand. Lucy was not sure if they were betting to win the hand or to be the next to strip her of an item of clothing, but Paul finally won both. Lucy looked at Julian and walked over to Paul without being told and Julian smiled at her.
Paul, at fifty-three, was the oldest of the players. He was five foot eleven with sandy brown hair and had an athletes' build. He was trim, but had big shoulders and a powerful chest. Features she'd sometimes thought about -- along with his accent -- as she masturbated at night or on a lazy weekend afternoon when Julian wasn't there.
Lucy stepped up to Paul again and asked what his pleasure was this time.
"I think I'll take a little treat" Paul said, with a lascivious smile.
