Hotwife Poker Night Pt 03

--- Chip 3

"Of course." I reply with a smirk and turn toward Greg, He is also smirking and looking at my chest. His gaze is lasting and slowly moves up to my eyes. The boys refill their beverages. Another shuffle and cards are passed around. Watching the hand play out Greg tilts his cards so I can see, 4 and 9, then he slides another task chip onto the middle of the table. On the shared board is 3, King, Queen. His chances at winning this is very low.

Dave is eager to call, almost as if it is his turn with me. "All In" he announces and shoves all his chips in the middle.

Interestingly enough, I start to feel like a toy being used and passed around the room. Steve and Ryan fold casually. Greg picks up his poker chip stack including two additional task chips. Moments go by that feel like minutes as Greg ponders whether to match the all in and win the pot. He can't possibly be thinking of betting it all! His pocket cards are terrible and Dave would have 3 tasks if Greg loses. I check out the task chip, I forgot to look in the excitement of Dave going all in. 'Lap dance, No touching.' My eyes widen a bit, contemplating how I am to give a lap dance. Greg slides his cards face down on the table indicating a fold and keeps his current winnings in his possession.

Dave wraps his hands around the stack of chips and looks at me, then Greg. "Am I supposed to turn this in now?"

"After cards tonight the chips are no longer valid, so I would use it now if I was you." Greg says back. I feel slightly out of control of my destiny, and its erotic. Hearing Greg talk about a task using my body as is free use for the night.

I have never officially given someone a lap dance. I have been to a club before when I was younger and know what it looks like. Movie scenes roll through my vision.

Dave raises his hand in the air with the task chip in my direction. I stand up and pretend I'm on a stage doing a catwalk, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. Turning around making sure I show my ass to the table. I know for a fact I look good from the back in these boy short panties. Walking past Greg, I drag my hand and fingers over his shoulders and neck. Looking at Dave I say "Oh so you want a lap dance from me, Candy? Of course honey, who wouldn't?" I tussle Greg's hair and walk away approaching Dave. Talking inside my head, I can do this and I'm going to be fucking awesome at it!

Scooting his chair back away from the table and rotating it so his knees are facing me. Bending at the waist I put my hands on his knees and slide them up this thighs. Giving a small squeeze near the top with my hands on his hips. Pulling my hands back to his knees and separating them. Now my hands are on his inner thigh and pushing toward his crotch. Stopping short of putting my hands on his package, I pull my body close and graze my hair and mouth inches away from his jeans. A short inhale is heard from Dave trying to keep his composure. This reminds me to make sure the others are watching. Turning to look at the table, I see them all shift a bit in their chairs and Steve grabs the cards and pretends to shuffle. Smiling I return to my task. Pushing closer to Dave's body I let my neck and collar land on his body. I can feel heat, pushing higher so my boobs also slide over his crotch.

Pulling up completely I twist while keeping contact against his crotch, now with my back facing Dave. Straightening my legs and pushing my butt into his chest. I rock my legs back and forth rubbing against his body. Slowly moving back to place my ass on his crotch. I can feel his erection pressing on me. Starting hip circles around his erection, the sensation moving and sliding his dick on me is starting to work on me and tinge of craving it inside me brushes my thoughts.

Remembering I am only a prize earned not to step outside the bounds of the task. I focus back on my lap dance. Now doing some vertical movements and rocking my hips on his dick. It's pushing against my lips and sending more wild thoughts into my head space. Is his bigger than Greg's, can I tell just through his jeans? Also, I am pretty good at giving a lap dance. Stepping up I turn around and glance down at Dave's package, I can see his erection shaped in his jeans. I look at the chip in Dave's hand and pull out the top band of my panties. Dave reaches and slides the chip into place. "Thank you." I say in a cute smile and walk back to my seat.

Sitting down I lean over wrapping my arms around Greg and give him a kiss. He kisses me back and tilts his head up a little. Pushing gently on my mouth a little tongue wets my lips. This warms my heart so much. I love this man, he just watched me ride another man's dick and is thrilled to french kiss me. Is he kissing me to claim possession? Maybe. but I also needed to be claimed. We pull away and I look down. There is a bulge growing in Greg's pants, "Did you enjoy the dance?" I say glinting down.

"Can you tell?" Greg replies shuffling a bit in his seat. I'm sure the other two are feeling tight in their pants too.

"Yes I can." I reach down and grab Greg's dick through his pants and give it a firm wrap. Sliding my hand down his shaft and feeling the heat from his balls. Greg puts his hand on my wrist.

"As much as I would enjoy you to continue, I have to focus. And it wouldn't be fair to the other guys if I don't turn in a chip." Greg reminds me while removing my wrist from his crotch and on my leg. He mouths a kiss at me and lets go.