Viktoria knew her husband was cheating on her; she was catching onto the lost hours in his days, the longer than usual hours at the office. He was good at covering his tracks, but she knew there was someone else to whom he was giving his affection; He sure wasn't giving it to her. She couldn't remember the last time they had sex, or even had a romantic evening together. Viktoria couldn't understand why. Yes, she was middle aged, but she had kept herself in amazing condition. She watched as other men watching her. She could hear the younger inters at her office talk about her body when they didn't think she was around.
This is it then. If he's going to go out and getting his, she would start doing the same. As she stood in front of her full length mirror in her sexy revealing outfit, she let a naughty little grin escape out the side of her mouth. Viktoria knew exactly where she was going to start. The sound of her high black stiletto heels clicking on the concrete as she approached the front door of Frank's house. The first Thursday night of each month her husband's five best friends gathered for their annual poker night. Frank was the neighborhood's resident bachelor. Everyone else in the suburb was married with kids; and these friends seemed to enjoy meeting at Franks to break away from the monotony of matrimony for a couple of hours. Wives had always been invited to join, but it was more of a courtesy invitation.
Viktoria looked at her freshly painted nails once more before she tapped her knuckles on the front door. One last tug and shifting of the fabric of her dress before the door swung open. It was George, her husband's best friend, and one of the men in the neighborhood she had always had a bit of a thing for. His name wasn't actually George. But that's what all the women in the neighborhood call him, because of his slight resemblance to George Clooney. His face was one of surprise and confusion at first. But as she followed his eyes move unconsciously up and down her body she knew she'd have no trouble invading this boys club.
George invited her in, took her coat, and led her to the basement. The smell of cheap cigar smoke, stale nuts, stale beer, and male musk had to almost be parted to walk through. When they reached the table Viktoria looked to see the hand she'd been dealt. George returned to his place at the far end of the table, as he introduced her to the group. To his right was Frank, who looked up from his card only briefly at first to wave hello; he quickly did a double take as his eyes consumed her figure. Next to him was Jake, a little older, a little heavier set than the rest, he was the joker of the group; his cigar nearly fell out of his mouth as it gaped open looking at her. Then the last one, to George's left was Mitch. He was a young 22 year old newlywed. From her angle standing behind him she could see the fabric tighten on his shorts as he couldn't stop staring at her breasts, which hung precariously right above his head.
She told them her husband was away at work (so he said) and she was bored and looking to have fun tonight (all true). Pulling up a chair between Frank and Mitch, and plopping her elbows on the table, she announced she wanted to have a lot of fun tonight. As soon as the men's heads collectively cleared George began dealing. Frank explained the buy in amounts (low amounts, this wasn't Vegas), and asked her if she brought any cash. Another naughty grin to herself and she reached her slender fingers between her cleavage and pulled out a small stack of bills. She knew it was clichΓ©, but she was living out a fantasy and didn't care. George began dealing and the first few hands passed. She hadn't played poker much, just a couple of times in college, and soon her meager funds began to dwindle; but this was all according to plan.
Soon, with little left in her stack, it was Viktoria's turn to call. With a coy glance around the room she announced a proposition. Instead of money she would add a kiss to whoever won the pot. For a moment the men froze; then, as Viktoria had hoped, a mixture of male ego, peer pressure, and hormonal desire lead them all to agree. The hand continued, once again Viktoria lost, stood up, pushed Mitch back in from the table in his chair, sat down on his lap, and wrapped both her arms around his neck. Viktoria crossed her legs in a high arching motion, bent over and kissed him squarely on the mouth. She and he both moaned as her lips parted his and her tongue assaulted his mouth. They moved their head from side to side and she could feel his body relax under her; all except his cock, which she could feel throbbing under her ass. After what seemed like quite some time, she sort of lost track of herself sitting on and violating this young stud, she returned to her seat, evened out her dress, and asked whose deal it was. The men regained their composure, it was especially difficult for Mitch, and they scrambled to begin the next hand.
The next time around again Viktoria had nothing to wager, all of the men seemed to lean towards the center of the table in anticipation of her next proposition. This time without saying a word Viktoria again stood up and placed one foot on the table. Slowly she undid the zipper down the side of her boot, and placed it dead center in the pot. The men all stared at the black leather footwear in the middle of the table as their minds grasped to realize what was happening. Then once again, they quickly and eagerly continued the game. The hands came and went; Victoria lost many, and won some. When she stood to remove her dress she turned her back towards her audience. She reached up and gripped the zipper tab with her finger tips and pulled slowly down; in the silence of the room you could hear the clicking noise as she pulled down. She bent down to steady herself as she stepped out of the heap of fabric, and she could hear all the chairs around the table creek as the men leaned to gain a better view. When she stood up and turned around she showed the group that all she had been wearing nothing underneath the sheer fabric of her short black dress. She could feel the warm air against her naked skin. Her wet cunt caught a gust of cool air and sent shivers up and down her spine. Viktoria simply sat down and threw her dress on the pile. And a few hands later when she won it back, she simply folded it up and placed it in front of her with her spoils.