I did not know what it was, but I had a feeling that something had changed over that last two weeks. David was different. He had a more loving approach to me. He seemed more sexually aroused and we were having sex a lot more often, not that I objected to that. David and I had been married for six years. He owned a small engineering firm, and I worked there three days a week doing the accounts and keeping the office work in order. It was a friendly place to work, and we often met up with our employees socially. Wednesday night, for instance, was poker night where David regularly met up with three of the guys from work--Tony, our works manager, and two of the machinists from the shop floor. They all took turns to go around to each other's houses. It was a good thing for us wives, for while the boys played poker, we got a chance to go out for the evening. Well, at least three of us did. The hostess for the evening was expected to stay home and provide a drink and food service for the players.
I seemed to feel something had happened from that night two weeks ago to change things. David had arrived home from Tony's more cheerful than usual. He wasn't a particularly good poker player and he didn't win very often. But this week, he did not complain about losing, nor did he complain about his usual bad luck. Instead, he took me in his arms, kissed me, and suggested that we go to bed. In bed, he was very attentive and our love making that night was the best it had been for quite some time.
It was Wednesday and I was in the supermarket shopping for things for the poker night, as it was our turn to host this week, when I bumped into Irene and Val, the wives of Bob and Tony, two of David's poker buddies. "Are you ready for tonight?" Irene asked.
"As ready as usual," I replied. I noticed her glance at Val and smile. What was that about, I wondered?
Then it struck me. There had been something in the air on our last two evenings out, something I could not put my finger on. Something seemed to be going on and I did not know what it was. David arrived home a little earlier than usual that evening. He said he had come home to help me get things organised for tonight. I usually did it myself, but I was glad for his help. It gave me a little more time to get ready.
With his help, it did not take long before the beer was in the cooler and the food was all prepared. "Going up to get ready now, darling," I called over to him.
He smiled at me and nodded. "I'll be up myself in a moment," he said. I was down to my bra and panties when he came into the bedroom. "You look as wonderful as ever," he said, smiling at me. He came over and took me in his arms and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. I felt his impatient fingers working on the clasp of my bra. It came quickly undone under his expert touch. I felt his hands move around and begin to caress my breasts, and my nipples came quickly alive.
"David, we don't have time for this," I said, pulling away from him. "We have only half an hour before they will be here."
He smiled. "Yes, I know. I just wanted to show you how much I love you."
I thought it was a strange comment to make, but I smiled back at him. "I know you love me, David," I said, "and we can show each other just how much later when your guests have left." With that I slid out of his arms, peeled off my panties, crumpled them into a ball, and tossed them at him. He caught then deftly and held them to his nose with a deep sigh. I smiled. As I showered, I could not help touching myself tenderly between my legs. I would have loved to have made love with him, to feel him inside me, but for me, sex was not a thing I liked to rush and there would be plenty of time later. I left the shower running and David followed me in, playfully slapping me on my bottom as he stepped into the shower. I was sitting with just a towel draped around me when he came out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry. "What shall I wear tonight?" I asked.
He looked at me smiling. "Something terribly sexy."
We settled on a fancy top cut rather low and a long skirt with a thigh high split in it. Under it, he selected some of the sexy new underwear I had bought last week as a special treat for him. He suggested that I wear some of my long hold up stockings with fancy lace tops, and my black patent high heels to finish the outfit off. "Will I do?" I inquired after I had dressed. I did a twirl for him.
"Yes, darling, you'll do," he replied with a grin.
The guys arrived altogether and on time as usual. One of their wives dropped them off so that they could all have a drink. They greeted me with kisses on the cheek and made nice compliments about my outfit. Then they settled down around the table. I took their orders for drinks and when I returned with them, they were already well into their first game. I liked watching them play and they did not seem to mind my presence. As they all drank beer while they were playing, David had opened a bottle of wine for me in the kitchen. I kept my own glass topped up every time I went in for drinks for them.
I did notice, not surprisingly, as the evening went on, that David was not having very good luck. I also noticed that his pile of chips was diminishing rather quickly. Half way through the evening, they broke for food and trips to the bathroom. After they had eaten, I cleared away the dirty plates, refilled their glasses, and the game resumed. I busied myself in the kitchen washing up the few pots, and when I came back in; I could not help but notice that David was down to his last two chips. Tony, on the other hand, had a large pile in front of him, and it seemed to be his night. I stood behind David and watched as Bob dealt out the cards. He picked them up one at a time. He had a pair of jacks and a pair of eights. Not a bad hand, I thought. Kevin tossed in a chip and Dave followed suit. Tony packed his cards in and so did Bob, so it was now between Dave and Kevin. Kevin counted out some chips. "I'll raise you ten," he said.
Dave looked down at his single chip. "Will you take an IOU?" he asked.
