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Month: March 2016

Poker Party

She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining it to be sure that everything was there… every little detail must be perfect. It was just what she had asked for, even to the little lacy cap to perch on her short hair. Then she headed to the supermarket and picked up the beer her husband had requested and some snack and dip ingredients. Next the liquor store next door to purchase bourbon and scotch for those who might want them and a bottle of HER favorite red wine.

Once safely back in the house with her purchases properly stowed away, she went to the bedroom and started the water running for a lovely bath… just enough time to make herself beautiful before her husband arrived. After relaxing for a few minutes in the warm water to which she had added her favorite herbal concoction, she emerged, toweled herself dry and applied perfume to the points all over her body which would give off the scent to best advantage. Then she wrapped herself in a huge toweling robe and went downstairs to greet her husband with his favorite light supper. Yes, this was the night of his weekly poker party and it was his turn again to host the party. He had told her that this time, he didn’t want her to hide herself away upstairs but instead she was to remain in evidence and serve his friends with drinks and snacks as they played. This wasn’t the norm for these events, but tonight he wanted to do something a little different.

Just as she finished re-checking everything to be sure all that was needed was at hand, she heard his car in the garage and looked up to see him entering the kitchen. “Hello, darling,” she greeted him with a kiss and he hugged her hard, noting with a smile that she wore nothing beneath that bulky robe.

“Hmmm, this could make us late for our own party,” he murmured into her hair as his hands slid up and down her back.

“Down boy,” she retorted, as she set their supper on the kitchen table. “We just have enough time to eat.”

Reluctantly, he sat at his place and as they ate, he told her about an idea he had to spice up the poker playing that night. Listening, she was shocked at what he wanted her to do and wondered if he knew about the costume she planned to wear tonight… but how could he know? She had not ordered it until he was safely out of the house and at work this morning. No, it was just another example of the complete rapport they experienced so often, especially where their sexual relationship was concerned. He was waiting for her response… what was it he had said? He wanted her to come on to his friends a little, let them touch her? Something about the stakes of the game being her clothes? Hmmm, that would fit right in with that costume she was planning to wear. How fortunate that there were quite a number of pieces to it.

“Yes, dear,” she said submissively. “I think that would be all right, as long as you’re right here to make sure everything is under control.”

They finished their meal and she cleared up the remains and then disappeared upstairs to dress for her “performance”. He still had no idea of what she was up to and probably shouldn’t until the first guests had arrived. Just as she was putting the finishing touches to her outfit, she heard the doorbell and then several voices in the foyer as his friends came in.

Steeling herself against the reaction in case it should be unfavorable, she slowly descended the stairs. Hearing the voices coming now from the den where the poker table was set up, she stopped just as she entered the doorway. As if someone had signaled for silence, the voices stopped and five pairs of eyes looked in her direction. She noticed only one pair… her husband’s. Surprise registered there and then, incredibly, delight. He crossed the room to her side and ushered her into the room. “Boys,” he announced, “Tonight we have a lovely waitress to see to our needs. Gentlemen, my wife, Sandy.”

“Since I am host tonight, I want to propose a little bit of a change to our usual game. I suggest that we play for slightly different stakes, instead of our usual wagers. I will play champion and each of you will be the challengers. As we play, if I lose, Sandy will remove one article of clothing. If I win, she will replace one item. If I win and she hasn’t removed anything yet, she will receive a poker chip which she can redeem in exchange for keeping an article at any time she chooses. Does this meet with everyone’s approval?”
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Rival Nails Wife

At the company Christmas party, my wife, Louise, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table. Louise and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.

“Don’t count on the Nova job,” Bernie was saying. “Victor has it locked up.”

“Victor.” Louise literally spat the word out. “I hate that man.”

I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make a racial comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Victor’s camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to management. One mistake and any chance I had for the Nova job would be gone.

“Oh, Victor’s not so bad,” Babs said. “He got Bernie a nice raise last year.”

He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Victor’s screw up on the Acme job — a job I should have had, and could have done right.

Bernie smiled at Babs remark. “Robert and Victor are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Nova job will be able to push our software technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion.”

That was the problem — technology. Victor was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn’t design, and his code sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn’t be any new technology, just a mess.

The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Victor. “Merry Christmas, Bernie,” he said as he shook Bernie’s hand. “Babs, how nice to see you again.” But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.

I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Victor could get away with it. He was a tall black man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them.

But I wasn’t fooled, when he bent over Babs’ hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage.

“Robert,” he said as he extended his hand. “Having a good time, I hope.”

I smiled as we shook. “Yeah, good party. I don’t think you’ve met my wife. Louise this is Victor.”

That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife’s hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.

“A pleasure,” he said to Louise then looked over to Babs. “Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs.”

After he led her away, Louise leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked.”

“He’s just trying to get me mad so I’ll do something stupid.”

She looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor.

Well, I thought, I’d be worried too if Victor had my wife.

A few minutes later Bernie’s smile signaled the return of Victor and Babs.

“Robert,” Victor said, “I would love a dance with Louise.”

“Sure, just remember where you got her.”

My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband.

However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Victor kept Louise at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close.

At first Louise resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Louise’s favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Victor smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Louise’s ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me.

After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Victor watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Louise left it there which encouraged Victor to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Victor put his paw on her breast.

When Louise starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Victor openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me.
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