WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce. Your morals are not a part of my stories.
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The Poker Wives
The couples at our biweekly get togethers all met around our children. Playschool required each family to provide a parent assistant in rotation. Community league needed parents to manage sports events, the skating rink and the midsummer barbeque. Grade School PTA needed parents to help out. So, our five families became friends. As the children moved into high school, we were less needed and we started a biweekly get together.
Now the last of the children are off to Trade School, University or just moved out to work. Our biweekly dinner has become routine. Dinner rotates around the group, each couple hosting once every 10 weeks. The men depart to play poker downstairs, or in the den and the women play various card games upstairs. Downstairs is beer & nibbles. Upstairs is wine & nibbles.
The trigger for change occurred at my place. We run out of wine, and I head downstairs for a couple more bottles. On the way out of the wine cellar I glance into the poker room and saw Tom at the chalk board with a chart. They were ranking the women. I stay out of sight for a couple of minutes and discover, they are ranking who they would fuck first, second, etc. I take a quick look on my way by and head upstairs with the wine.
"OK, ladies. What do you think the men are up to right now?"
"Poker"
"Nope, they are ranking us as to who they would fuck first if the option was available."
Tia got up "Let's go down and put a stop to that NOW!"
"No, no, I think we should discuss and rank them. Who would you fuck first."
Tia put her hands on her hips. "None of them, we are all happily married women."
"And from what I overheard, they are happily married men. But as a fantasy they are ranking us."
Tia sits down. "OK, who's winning? Like we cannot figure that out."
Marcie pipes up, holding her large breasts up. "Well, I bet it is these girls."
"When I went by, four of the five had voted for number 1. Indeed Marcie, from the first four votes, you are tied for first with me."
Marcie is offended. "Well, who voted for you? I clearly have the bigger breasts."
"I don't know, Tom was standing in front of the men's names on the board from the angle of the doorway. Apparently, some of them rank other characteristics than big breasts."
Liz speaks up, a touch tipsy. "OK, we should rank them. Someone, get a piece of paper."
I get up and find a pad of paper and a pen. I sit down and square off a chart. Men's names across the top, women down the side. I think for a minute then fill in my row from one to five. Then I pass it to Liz, who fills in her row. Then Marcie, Kelly and Tia.
Tia created another row, and did some calculations. Then ranked the men. "Nobody got more than two votes till you get to fourth place. So, Tom and Brad are tied for first, Brad and John for second. John a clear third, then Robbie and Larry."
Then the arguments started. We discussed the reasons for choosing, rankings were changed, and John moved to the top, when Tia commented that he has a 7" penis. Brad fell to the bottom with a 5" penis (Except with Marcie who still ranked him first, but then he was her husband.) All the rest were average, about 6 inches, plus or minus.
The rest of the evening was discussing the choices, and what we would do with each of them. As the evening ran to a close and we heard the men coming upstairs I balled up the chart and tossed it in the garbage. Everybody greeted their husbands and gradually everyone headed home. I was turned on by our discussion and Tom had a really good night. Well, so did I.
The next morning, I went downstairs after Tom left for his weekly Saturday gym visit. He really needs to add another day each week. Downstairs I find the chart the men had made. I run upstairs, dig our chart out of the garbage, go downstairs and copy the chart onto the back of our chart. Later after Tom got back from his gym visit, I took a load of laundry down, got it started then on the way upstairs notice that Tom has erased the chart.
Later when Tom was working on the lawn, I copy the charts into an Excell spreadsheet and send them to the women.
Now understand that Tia had ranked at the bottom for four out of the five men, so her response to the group threw me. Her e-mail said. "Let's organize a chance for the men to try us all. I am confident that after they have all had a chance with me that the ranking will change." For the wife who wanted to shut it down, she is suddenly eager to prove her lovemaking skills.
Over the next 13 days the discussion blew my e-mail in box apart. But the consensus was that it might be fun. How do we do it so that the men think it was their idea. We did not want anyone to trigger a divorce.
The next dinner is at Mary's. Mary found an old baby monitor and placed it in the poker room. We waited for the men to head downstairs and then started plotting. First, we turned on the receiver so we could overhear the men. The next dinner is at Kelly and Larry's place. They have an outdoor pool, and it will be a warm August day. Kelly proposed a pool party. Everyone in bathing suits would get the men in the right mood. After some discussion Tia said she would wear a one piece, everyone else would wear a bikini. From there we would start making comments that we felt would get the men excited. We needed one of the men to make the first move, or a woman confident her husband would not mind. By this point we all knew that none of us would object.
Just about then the discussion downstairs turned to the wives. John commented that he would really like to have an opportunity to try Marcie. Tia is a tiger in bed, but she has small breasts, and John would really like to try a woman with large breasts. Marcie perked up and shook her breasts back and forth. Brad said he would be OK with it and wouldn't mind watching, but he doubted that Marcie would be interested. We now have our starting point and start plotting. John worried that Tia would have an issue with it.
Unlike a regular dinner, the pool party starts at noon. Tom and I arrive at about quarter to noon. I have a new bikini that Tom has yet to see. Though, he may have a bit of trouble finding it. Kelly greets us in her bikini. She is 5'8" shoulder length red hair, and a 36 C bust, a total Barbie doll figure. The bikini that Kelly bought last week showed clearly that the drapes match the carpet. It was small enough up top that the edge of each nipple was escaping cover. Our discussions over the last two weeks informed me that she is on the pill. She started on it two days after the first dinner where we discussed the chance of doing this. Her Ob-Gyn says she should be safe. Brad, John and Robbie are still fertile. Tom and Larry have vasectomies.
I am 5'10, a 34 B bust and pretty thin, though my hips widened a bit in childbirth, still pretty thin. Of course the widened hips apply to all of us, as we all have children. I have an IUD, though Tom has a vasectomy. I got mine first. When it aged out the first time I had it replaced on the advice of my doctor. Not real sure what she thought I was getting up to. The current one still has a couple of years to go. Now it seems to have been a good decision. I must remember to thank her.
Kelly leads us through to the backyard pool, and points me at a bathroom to change. At noon, the temperature is 83F or 28C. Warm, and going to get downright hot before dinner time. In more than one meaning of the word hot.
