The Poer Game

[The Suburbs, late 1950's]

Joe: "Listen, doll, I had no choice."

Mary: "No choice, huh? That's not what I heard."

Joe: "Who'd you hear that from?"

Mary: "Linda."

Joe: "Mary? Oh, doll, you know you can't believe her! She inflates everything."

Mary: "Okay, well, what did happen?"

Joe: "Well, as you know, we were playing poker over at Bill's place and his wife Marge was there. Now, I only got eyes for you, but Marge is a real looker. She's tall, blonde, and curvy. She was wearing a white checkered dress like that purple dress of yours. It buttoned up the front, had long sleeves, fit her tight on the top and flared from the waist. I couldn't help but notice that she has wonderful gams, from what I could see at the time. Wonderful calves.

Mary: "Well, I'm glad you think she's pretty."

Joe: "Oh, Mary, honey, nobody can hold a candle to you. Legs, hips, breasts, face, hair. You're perfect. I'm just saying that she's a handsome woman. Anyway, we're playing poker and Marge is bringing us old fashioneds and lighting our cigarettes. Y'know, just like your purple dress, hers has a V neck and, well, when she bends over, we could all get an eye full."

Mary: "How full?"

Joe: "Well, I won't lie to you. Pretty full. Well, Marge told Bill to be sure and get the empty glasses on the tray when she went back into the kitchen. So, we're all givin' Bill a hard time about he's hen pecked, has to do what his wife says. Well, we'd had quite a few and Bill got all steamed up about that and said, 'I don't do what she says. She does what I say.' Well, the guys all laughed at him for that so Bill said, 'I'll prove it to you. I'll tell Marge to pick up our glasses.' Well, we obviously all booed that. Who cares about picking up glasses? We wanted him to get her to do something that she might not want to do."

Mary: "And what was that?"

Joe: "Well, Bill came up with this idea, maybe with some help from us."

Mary: "I can't help but see you grinning."

Joe: "Well, yeah, we were pulling one over on ole Bill. We didn't expect it to go as far as it would."

Mary: "And how far did it go?"

Joe: "Well, let me tell you what happened. Marge comes back in the room and is picking up the glasses and Bill says, 'Darn, I'm out of money.'

"And then Johnnie says, 'Well, maybe you can ask your wife to help you.'

"'Sure, honey, can you help us out?'

"Well, Marge looked hard at her husband and said, 'Well, of course, dear, if you want me to, but I'm no good at poker.'

"Bill was really on a roll. He said, 'I told these guys that you're my wife and you'll do what I say. You swore an oath to obey and you're a good girl and take that seriously.' You could have heard a pin drop. Bill thinks he's winning with his girl and with us. He's got a big grin on his face when he says to the rest of us, 'If you win the hand, Marge'll sit on your lap for the next hand.' I gotta tell you, doll, you could have flown a plane through Marge's mouth, her jaw dropped so far. She just stood there while her husband played cards, that stupid smile on his face. Well, Johnnie won the hand and we all waited to see what would happen. Bill looked over at his wife who was standing there, ramrod straight, her mouth in a thin line now, her hands in those gloves held together in front of her. So he looks over there and he says, 'Well, doll, I guess you gotta sit on Johnnie's lap.'

"We waited. Marge looked at her husband then looked at us. We thought she'd call bull and maybe even slap her husband. Instead, she suddenly smiled real big and walked over to Johnnie. Johnnie's a real gentleman and stood up and I think he was going to call the whole thing off but Marge pushed him back down, dropped down in his lap, grabbed Johnnie's drink and cigarette from in front of him and sat there, looking cool as a cucumber. She took a sip and then a drag and Bill's smiling like he'd won all the money not just lost his wife's respect. Johnnie looked up at Marge and well I guess he figured he should take advantage of of the situation. He put one of his hands right on Marge's hamhock. Marge, for her part, just wiggled her ass into that hand. Bill smiled, Marge smiled."

Mary: "I bet Joyce wouldn't have smiled."

Joe: "Well, you'll have to bring it up to his wife if you'd like but this is supposed to all be top secret, babe, so let Johnnie tell her if he wants to. Anyway, we played the hand and Marge got up. She looked back at Johnnie with a smile on her face as she went back into the kitchen. We needled Bill a little more and he's on the defensive when Marge comes back with one of those big glass pitchers, a glass stirrer, a glass of olives on those little toothpicks and a half dozen glasses, one for each of us and one for herself. 'Any of you boys want a vodka martini?' Well, we all said we would and she went around the table making certain we could get an eyeful of her big perfect ass -- not as perfect as yours -- and her knockers down the top of her dress.

"On cue, Bill says, 'Oh, honey, I'm out of money again. You'll help me out again, won't you?'

"Marge downed her martini in one gulp then made herself another one, 'Sure, hon, you're my husband. What can I do?'

"'Yeah, boys, what does she need to do? Sit on the winner's lap again?'

"That's when Johnnie struck. Hmmm. Maybe you

should

talk to Joyce about this cause Johnnie says, 'I think we need more than that.' We all looked at him. This wasn't part of the plan. 'She should lose her dress first.' We all thought for sure that Bill would object but he just looked at his wife, who, frankly, looked horrified, and then he smiled.

"'That sounds fair,' Mr. husband-of-the-year said, 'Let's play.' Well, long story short, Richard won. So we all looked at Bill who just smirked at his wife. We looked at Marge. Well, that blonde bombshell started unbuttoning her dress. She got down to just below her waist and and let it drop and stepped out of it, one leg first then the other. She was wearing a silk slip with a lace edge and one of those lace bras that look like traffic cones. Boy, it really showed off her knockers. She has one of those flat stomachs. Hard to believe that she's had so many kids. She walked right over to Richard and sat on his lap, crossed one leg over the other, put her arm around his neck so her tits were right in Richard's face and took a sip of his martini, cool as a cucumber.

"Well, we went back to playing the game and Bill said, 'Same stakes.'

"Johnnie said, 'What same stakes? Marge already took off her dress.'

"'Her slip then.' I couldn't believe what Bill was saying. I wondered how far this would go.

"'Bill Rockford, I am not taking off my slip in front of your friends.' We'd found Marge's limit it seemed.

"Bill looked confused -- I think he had way too much to drink by now -- so Johnnie kept on, 'What ya gonna take off then?'

"Marge looked at her husband in disgust and said, 'My bra.' Well, the whole room erupted in cheers with a couple of 'hubba hubba's' thrown in. Marge blushed but kept her back straight and took another sip of Richard's martini to hide her smile. Bill smiled too, continuing to think he was proving to us what a strong man he is. Well, we played the hand and, surprising to me, I won."

Mary: "You seem pretty smug about that."

Joe: "Well, I mean... that is... You gotta understand, doll. There were all of us there. If I'd tried to get out of it, all the guys would have said you had my balls in a jar."

Mary: "Well, we wouldn't want that."

Joe: "Yeah, doll, you understand. Anyway, Marge stands up and reaches behind her back, then says, 'Gentlemen would avert their eyes when a lady's disrobing.' Well, everybody, I mean I think it was everybody, my eyes were closed of course, closed their eyes. We heard some rustling then I felt Marge's weight on my leg. She grabbed both my hands and then put them on her hips. She's got some nice hips, hon, not as good as yours though, and she had that silk slip on them. Then she pulled my hands up over the soft skin of her slim hips then up her ribs and finally pulled them to cup her tits. She's got nice tits, hon, not as nice as yours though. They were soft and round and filled my hands. I squeezed them a bit. Her nipples were rock hard against my palms. Finally, Marge says, 'You can open your eyes.' Everybody stared at us. I think I might have been smiling like the cat who ate the canary. 'Well, a lady can't have her tatas out,' Marge said, cool as a cucumber. We all just sat there.

"'Makes sense.' Johnnie finally interrupted the awkward silence and started dealing again. I couldn't move my hands, of course. I didn't want to expose the poor lady. Marge understood and helped me out. She helped me take a sip of my drink and a drag of my cigarette and then held my cards. I didn't even need to draw, I had four aces. 'Same stakes?' Johnnie asked.

"'Sure.' Bill was slurring his words.

"'What she gonna take off next?'

"'My panties,' Marge said, taking a sip of my drink.

"'Well, alright, then,' Johnnie said and we played the hand."

Mary: "She knew, then."

Joe: "Pardon, hon?"

Mary: "Marge knew you had the four aces when she said she'd take off her panties."

Joe: "Well, yeah, I guess. I mean..."

Mary: "It's okay, hon. I'm sure she trusted you because you were covering her tits so good."

Joe: "Aw, hon, don't be that way."

Mary: "What way? Second thought, never mind. Did you win?"

Joe: "Yeah, babe, I had four aces. So Marge doesn't have us close our eyes this time. She bunched her slip up just enough to get to her panties and pulled them off and threw them on the table. Then she wiggled her ass. I could see just a bit of skin under her slip so I knew she had her bare ass on my pants. Haha, later, after she got up I had a wet spot on my slacks. She must have been leaking she was so turned on."

Mary: "You think that's funny?"

Joe: "Well, um, anyway, um..."

Mary: "Never mind, what happened next?"

Joe: "Well, that's when things got really wild, hon. Bill again says, 'Same stakes.'

"And Johnnie says, 'What's she gonna take off now?'

"We all ignored Bill and looked at Marge and she said, 'I'm not taking off my slip or my garter belt or my hose or my shoes. I think I'm going to need all of them very soon.' Well, I didn't know what she meant, but I guess she knew her husband pretty good.

"'It'sh time to raishe the ante.' Her husband said it just like that, slurring it like that. I don't think he could see straight. Anyway, we agree it's time to raise the ante and he says, 'Marge'll French the winner.'

"We all looked around and finally Marcus said, 'French?'

"'That's his favorite word for rolling cigars,' Marge informed us. I guess some of us looked puzzled, though mostly we were shocked at what a husband was suggesting for his wife. So Marge gestured like she was holding a cigar and pushing it towards her mouth and she'd formed her bright red, full lips in an 'O.' We all understood then, of course. Marge looked over at her husband. 'Is that what you're betting, Bill? If you lose, you want me to blow one of your friends?'

"Bill still looked like he'd won though I think he was starting to realize things were getting away from him. Anyway, the poor drunk decided to double down. 'I'm gonna win. And you'll do what I say, wifey.' Mind you, Marge hadn't said no so I guess Bill was having some other conversation in his mind. Anyway, we all took the answer to be yes, Johnnie dealt the cards and Reginald, sitting next to me, who hadn't said a word this whole time, won the hand. You'd think he'd been bit by a snake. He was so upset at winning that we wondered why he hadn't folded."

Mary: "Maybe he was worried about what Doris would say."

Joe: "Maybe. Anyway, Bill looked pointedly at his wife. Marge gently removed my hands from her breasts. I guess she didn't think there was any reason to play coy anymore; we might as well see her tits given what we were about to see her do. She kneeled down in front of Reginald. You know Reginald has that doughy face and big stomach. We wondered if he or Marge would back out but Marge just undid Reginald's pants and pulled out his cock -- hard as a rock of course. A bit on the short side but thick. She stroked it with her hand a little bit, then looked around at each of us, ending with her husband. He was watching intently. It was then that I thought he might be into it, into whoring his wife out. Then Marge licked Reginald's shaft all around and finally wrapped her lips around his cock. I can tell you there wasn't a limp dick in the house.

"Reginald let his head go back and moaned. We could all see Marge's mouth working, using her tongue, then her cheeks pulled in as she started sucking. Then Marge started bobbing her head up and down. Reginald moaned again and then he came to life. He grabbed Marge's head with both hands -- she had her hair curled so nice but Reginald didn't seem to care. Anyway, Reginald grabs Marge's head and starts pushing it up and down and thrusting his cock up into her mouth. Marge is choking and gagging but she doesn't try to stop him. She just goes along with it, hands on Reginald's legs, awesome (but not as awesome as yours) tits bouncing back and forth. Reginald is an animal, let me tell you. He starts yelling, 'Suck it! Suck it, bitch!' over and over again. We were all riveted. I saw several of the guys rubbing themselves through their pants. Bill actually had his hand down his pants and was smiling as he watched Reginald fuck his wife's mouth. It didn't last too long. Suddenly Reginald was howling like a dog, his pelvis thrust up, pushing Marge's head down with all his might. She couldn't breathe as he shot his load. I don't know if he had his cock down her throat or what. Anyway, it seemed to last forever and then he relaxed and fell back into his chair. Marge just knelt there for a second looking a little stunned, then seemed to recover her composure. She wiped her mouth, stood up and sat on Reginald's lap. I was amazed how her hair went back into shape when she pushed it back. Well, she gave Reginald a little kiss on his bald head then downed his martini; I don't think Reginald cares much for martinis. He for one was smiling huge. He obviously felt he'd won."

Mary: "Now I really wonder what Doris would say."

Joe: "Yeah, now I think of that, I never thought of Reginald as being one who would do something like that with another woman."

Mary: "Hmmm, maybe we should have Reginald and Doris over for dinner."

Joe: "Um, yeah, uh.... Anyway, Johnnie calls out, 'The ante's going up. What's everybody's bet?'

"It seemed like a good time for Bill to let this go, just let his wife sit on Reginald's lap in her slip while a bunch of drunk guys stare at her tits. He could've cleaned up since none of us would be paying attention to the game. But noooo! He doubles down yet again. 'The winner'll get Greek from my lovely wife.' Once again, you could have heard a pin drop. Marge didn't say a thing. She just poured herself another martini using Reginald's glass. Then she grabbed one of the toothpicks of olives and wrapped her lips around them one by one and pulled them off."

Mary: "Who won?"

Joe: "Well, doll, I had a full house, aces over queens. Plus, there was a lot of cash in the pot and Marge had left the room. There was no way I was going to fold. I was actually surprised, as I was pulling my chips, that she came back. 'You again Joe?' Well, I didn't want to reject the nice woman..."

Mary: "And what happened next?"

Joe: "She came and pushed my legs apart and, turning her back to me, reached back and opened my pants and pulled at my cock. Of course I was hard, watching her strip and give head and everything else. Then she pulled her slip up and guided my cock to her asshole. She gasped as she sat down on my cock and I groaned. I could feel her rectum squeezing the shaft of my cock as she settled down and I lay back until my cock was balls deep in her ass. Honey, I see you wanting to object, but I don't feel I should be responsible for what I did once a doll shoved my cock all the way up her ass."

Mary: "Well...Okay....What happened then?"

Joe: "Well, she greeked the hell out of me. She had her hands on my thighs and used them to bounce her big beautiful ass up and down on my cock. It was amazing, though not as amazing as when you do it. Of course, I had full access to her butt. I pulled her slip up and tucked it in the top of her black garter belt with those cute little ribbons that went down to hold her nylons. I slapped that big ass and yelled, 'Ride that cock, you big ass bitch!'

"She just started moaning, 'Oh, Jooeee. Fuck my ass. Your cock is so big. His cock is bigger than yours, Bill.' I looked over at Bill and he was smiling glassily. That's when I realized that he was wanking off watching me fuck his wife's asshole."

Mary: "So you admit you were fucking Marge."

Joe: "Well, her ass, of course, but not her pussy. It doesn't count. I slapped that big ass and left a big ole red handprint. She squealed and started bouncing up and down harder. She started swirling her hips. It felt like she might break my dick so I sat up. I had to get those hips under control so I pushed my arm between her legs and grabbed her pelvis with its thick curly hair, and shoved a couple of fingers into her twat. It was soaking wet. Then I started bouncing her up and down so she wouldn't break my dick. I couldn't help but rub her clit at the same time. I didn't want her to fall over so I grabbed her tit and squeezed it to keep her upright. Soon she started screaming, 'I'm coming!' Well, I did too. Then her whole body shuddered and that's when I shot my load up into her asshole. Well, after I was done, I was exhausted and fell back. Marge seemed stunned, perhaps at the great orgasm I gave her but probably because she'd just buttfucked her husband's friend and her friend's husband in front of all of her husband's other friends and her other friends' husbands."

Mary: "Maybe..."

Joe: "Well, that Marge is a classy dame because she stood up, her slip rippling down. She reached her hand out for a hand and I gave it to her and she got up and stood on the table. 'Give us some music, boys,' she said all sultry.

"So we started with the 'bump bump bump' and I threw in with the 'wa wa wa' like a trombone. Marge started bumping her hips back and forth, legs apart, hands over her head twining like snakes, her tits jiggling in time with her hips. Then she reached down and slowly, slowly, turning in a circle in the center of the table, pulled her slip up over her head. As the hem went by we saw her curvy thighs, the tops of her nylons attached to her garter belt, her big black, healthy looking bush. Her bigger ass with my red handprint on it. Then it was above her belly and her tits which, gone for a second, they reappeared like magic. Then she threw it at her husband. Bill pulled it into his lap. I think he was using it to masturbate or coming in it, but none of us cared. She reached out a hand again and this time Marcus helped her, standing so she could stand on his chair and then down on the floor. Then she sat on the edge of the table and lay back like the Queen of Sheeba, both knees bent, one up toward the ceiling, the other laying to the side. She's tall enough that she was able to lay her head off the edge of the table on my side. She practically purred when she said, 'Alright, boys, you all played a good game. It seems unfair if only Reginald and Joe got French and Greek. Line up, boys. And Joe and Reginald, if you want a second turn or a first turn of the end you didn't get, I'm, you might say, at your disposal.'"

Mary: "Well, what happened then?"

Joe: "We lined up."

Mary: "And you?"

Joe: "I got a French first and a Greek second and then a French second. But I wasn't the only one who went through the buffet line more than once either."