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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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A Little Strip Poker

My name is Peter. My wife Jessie and I are both in our early 50’s and have been happily married for 30 years, and became empty nesters 2 years ago. We are both in good shape; both keep active and work out some.

We have started opening up sexually somewhat after becoming empty nesters. Since that time, we have been rediscovering our sex life. We have always been faithful to each other (at least as far as I know) and have a really close loving relationship.

Now Jessie has been quite sexually inhibited throughout our 30 year marriage, having been brought up in a Victorian way. She doesn’t like the ‘messy’ side to sex; she has never sucked me to completion, although she will take me in her mouth. It took me a long time to get her to let me eat her, but she will not even let me look at her pussy after sex.

She will never let me touch her ass… ever. She won’t kiss me after I eat her, won’t let me eat her if I have already put some lube on her. She doesn’t sweat, and hates the feeling of a mess on her. She is quite passionate otherwise, will get on and ride me for a long time, lets me use a vibrator on her etc. I like a hairless pussy and she lets me shave her pussy lips as long as I leave her pubis alone. To my knowledge she had never touched or tasted cum at this time. This is why the events of last weekend have really rocked our marriage!

We had a friend over last weekend, a single guy we have known for a long time. Ed is a pretty normal guy at 5’11 and 180, active and reasonable shape.

Since we were bored, we decided to play 3-handed crib.

We were drinking wine and were moaning about the game. Terrible game, boring as hell, and my wife Jessie was loosing badly. “Probably the most boring card game in the world” she said.

“No, the game ‘go fish’ is worse,” replied Ed.

“Yes, but that’s a kid’s game, I was talking about adult games.”

“Oh ADULT games,” I said, to emphasize the double meaning. “The only adult card game I know is strip poker.”

“Probably more fun than this game,” she muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?” I said in surprise. “Oh come on now, you know you would never have the nerve.”

Ed chimed in “Hell, I’m game for that.”

“Me too,” I said. “Come on Jessie, are you in?”
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Dorm Room Strip Poker

Cam had been waiting for this night for over a week now. It had taken him a little over a month of coaxing to convince Lanna and Kara to come over and play some strip poker. Lanna and Kara lived across the hall from Cam and his roommate Cory in the college dorm. The girls had finally agreed after Cam had suggested that they play during spring break when most of the students would be back home or off on vacation.

After the girls had agreed to play Cam had given them a task. They were each to write down three sexually suggestive activities. These activities would go into a bowl in the middle of the table, that way if you lost the hand and didn’t have any clothes left you would have to draw from the bowl. Cam had set up the card table in the middle of his dorm room and was finishing getting dressed when he heard a knock at the door. Cary stuck his head into the room.

“You want me to get that?” said Cory.

“Sure, thanks Core.” replied Cam.

Cam took a last look in the mirror. He was a skinny guy, fairly good-looking and very charismatic. He was dressed casual in Jeans and a tight black shirt. After fussing a bit with his hair he turned and walked out into the main room. There he saw that Cory was getting drinks for everyone. Cory was a well-built man with sort blonde hair. The girls were sitting on the coach. Lanna was a petite blonde with shoulder length hair and a tight little body. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a tight long-sleeved red shirt. Kara was a brunette of average height. Her hair was long and very curly. Kara was bigger then Lanna but still thin, she did however have much larger breasts then Lanna. She was dressed tight black jeans and a tight white tank top, under the tank top you could see a bright yellow bra.

After a couple of drinks the four sat at their seats at the table.

“How about we just play some regular poker? I don’t know about this.” Said Lanna.
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Poker Game

Stephanie, my girlfriend has heard for a while now about my buddies and the poker games I hold, she has always wanted to meet them and I told her the next game she was invited but she had to behave because Stephanie has quite a wild streak, she told me she would and sounded almost giddy looking forward to the game. I told her okay baby we will have the game on Saturday night.

Saturday night is here and steph is ready to play hostess, she is wearing a nice outfit, not to revealing but definitely accentuates her big beautiful round butt. The blouse shows just enough cleavage to get noticed but not so much so that seems slutty. Her skirt goes down to her knees but is very tight fitting. Steph has long dark hair that accentuates her beautiful blue eyes and porcelain skin.

Steph hears the doorbell and asks me if she can get the door, I said sure baby go welcome out guests. As she opens the door, my friend Andres arrives, he is always the first to arrive and tonight is no different.

He was shocked to see Stephanie because we have a motto at our poker games, no girls allowed, this is suppose to be boys night out where we can get together and talk and b.s. with each other without worrying what our wives think, by the way all the guys but me are married, so they really like coming to the games to get away from their wives.

So when Steph open the door he had not only a surprised look but slightly disgusted when he saw a woman was going to be there, that disgust quickly melted away when Steph turned around in reaction to me welcoming Andres in, as she turned to look at me, Andres couldn’t keep his eyes of her shapely ass, he noticed he was staring too long, looked up at me, realized he was caught and blushed, I gave him a knowing smile with a shrug off my shoulders.
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Strip Poker

My wife and I joined a couple for a night of drinking and cards. My wife is in her late 20’s, about 5’3″ and 125 pounds of exquisite flesh. She has large tits with nipples that can stick out about a quarter inch. We went to visit Carl and Kathy, who are very close. Kathy is only 23 and is short and slight. She has a blond pixie haircut and her small titties compliment her 100 pound frame.

We sat down to play a game of spades with Kathy being my partner. The rule was, whoever lost a hand, that team had to do a shot of Tequila. It didn’t take long before everyone was feeling good and a bit warm. The girls started to object the continuation of shots, so we suggested that a piece of clothing could be discarded as substitute. Everyone agreed and I have to admit, I didn’t mind losing that often because as I did…so did Kathy.

The first moment of truth came to my wife (Sandy). Everyone was down to two articles and Carl took off his shirt. Sandy had to take off her bra. She hemmed and hawed and finally released her fantastic globes. Carl couldn’t close his mouth, he kept staring. Things progressed and finally Kathy exposed her cute titties. A perfect mouth full. She also had a perfectly trimmed blond bush.
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Passion For Poker

My name is Bob and I’m a 23-year old Navy clerk, stationed in San Diego. I’ve been married for two years to a “native” San Diego girl, Donna, who is 21. Donna is the epitome of the “California girl.” At 5 foot 5, she weighs about 120 pounds, has light- brown hair, and a real nice figure that has been appreciated by many of my Navy buddies.

It all started very innocently about 18 months ago, after I returned from a cruise. We had only been married a few months prior to my leaving and I was horny as hell when Donna met me at the docks after the ship landed. Some buddies of mine were walking by and gave us a few “words of encouragement” Donna asked me if I would like to have the guys over some evening for drinks and dinner. I asked two of the guys if they would like to stop over the next night, and we set the time at 7:00 PM.

The next night while I made the salad, Donna showered and got dressed. When she came out of the bedroom, she was beautiful! She had on a white see-through blouse over a small black bra, tight red shorts, and strappy white heels. I whistled appreciatively and asked, “What’s the occasion?”
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Seduced into Sin

Lori Callan stood and examined herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Just 20 years old, Lori was proud of her body. The oval shape of her face was a perfect frame for her large, hazel eyes and full sensual lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend in perfectly with the long golden strands of her hair. The shoulder length straight style suited her, as her neck was long and slim, tapering down to feminine shoulders that were not quite broad enough for the ample proportions of her breasts. The rounded twin mounds stood off her chest like two ripe overgrown peaches, the deep valley between them dark and inviting. Though large, her breasts were youthfully firm and required no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud, and perfect. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest down below her navel which pointed like an arrow to the curving mound up between her inner thighs. She looked sensual, yet innocent as a lamb.

The truth was that she was almost as innocent as a lamb because her full sexual potential had not yet been tapped by anyone, least of all her husband Charlie.

She had met her husband Charlie when she was a 15 year old sophomore in high school and he was a senior. They had continued dating for five years until Charlie had graduated from engineering school at State U and had then married.

Though they had both been born and raised in Chicago, they agreed that they wanted to start their new life in a small town. When Erickson Engineering in the town of Springvale had advertised an engineering position Charlie had interviewed and been accepted for the job.

Both he and Lori were so excited they could hardly wait and when they had found the beautiful old house for sale on Elm Street everything had seemed just perfect.

But in fact, everything was not perfect. As low man on the totem pole, Charlie was being given all the shit jobs that nobody else wanted and as a result he was working 14 hour days six days a week to keep up. By the time he came home at night he was so exhausted he often went straight to bed without even eating.

When she thought about it she realized the she and Charlie has only made love eight times in the three months they had been married and she could feel the frustration and need building in her body. Though raised in a strict church-going environment and still a virgin when she married she had quickly learned to enjoy the feel of Charlie’s cock as he introduced her to the pleasures of sex and now after such a short time it seemed to be gone.

And then one day things changed forever.

Lori was taking the trash can out to the curb for pickup, her mind a thousand miles away as she thought about her situation, when she walked straight into the woman who lived next door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Lori stammered. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“That’s OK,” Linda Sampson answered. “My name’s Linda. I guess we’re neighbors and it’s high time we met.”

“Lori Callan,” Lori said as she held out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lori. Would you like to come over to the house for a cup of coffee?”

“I’d love to,” said Lori. “I haven’t met anyone from the neighborhood yet and maybe you can tell me about the area.”

“Sure,” said Linda. “Come on, let’s go.”

The two women sat in Linda’s kitchen, chatting and drinking coffee. Then Lori looked up to see a handsome stranger standing in the doorway looking at them.

Linda looked up and said, “Hi sweetheart. This is our new neighbor Lori Callan. Lori, this is my husband Art. He’s a financial adviser and works a lot from home. It’s good to have him handy whenever my urges kick in.”
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My Wife Is a Slut

I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.

I don’t really blame my brother. After all, my wife is 105 pounds of pure sex poured into a 5’2″ frame. Her tits stretch the limits of the T-shirts and halters she wears and are firm enough to hold their shape nicely when she goes braless. She has a small waist and full hips with strong but shapely thighs and an ass to die for. In a pair of tight shorts and a low cut halter Joanne is a walking wet dream.

It is not just her body that is sexy. She has curly blond hair that falls over her shoulders, green eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, full lips, white teeth and a small upturned nose. She loves to flirt and has a natural “I want to fuck” look in her eyes. My bother, being only 18, did not have a chance.

I can visualize how it must have happened. Joanne pulled off the road after flirting shamelessly until he was drooling with lust for her hot body. She had on the same sexy short skirt and tight top that she wore to work. She climbed into his lap and told him how she needed his cock inside her that very second or she was going to die. She often used the same words with me. She didn’t even take off her panties.

I knew Joanne was a sexual powder keg when we married, but I was willing to take the risk. She was by far the hottest fuck I had ever experienced, and that included some pretty wild parties in college. I knew I couldn’t keep her caged, but figured that what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me as long as she really loved me. She would be discreet.

Finding her cum stained panties was a revelation. I was so turned on by the thought of Joanne riding my brother’s cock that I fucked her three times that night and once the next morning. I decided that if she was going to fuck other men, and she was, then I was going to be part of it. First, however, I was going to have some fun.

Friday night I invited five friends over for poker. They were all single and young. I asked Joanne to dress like a whore so that their concentration would be diverted from the cards. Being a natural flirt and exhibitionist, she gladly obliged. We were sitting at the table cutting for deal when she walked into the room. My jaw dropped.
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How It Started

It all started one night, years back, when my friend was at our house playing cards with us. Just your normal card game, not strip poker or anything like that.

Because it was a hot night, no AC, my wife was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. A button down top with the shorts bottom. My wife has blonde hair and at that time, 36C tits, and a sweet ass that got plenty of looks from guys.

As we were playing cards, I accidentally slid one of her cards off the table. I never thought much about it, until I dealt the next card to my friend. It was then that I noticed his eyes were on my wife and not on my dealing. It was just a quick glance, but enough that I noticed it. I acted as though I was busy dealing and hadn’t seen him, but it had got my attention, and my mind racing. Different emotions were going through my mind.

At first I was pissed, but the more I thought about it, it kind of excited me! Hell, if the situation had of been reversed, I’d have done the same thing. After that, I noticed once in awhile when he was dealing, he would “accidentally” slide a card of the table – always hers of course.

I also noticed, when he thought no one was looking, he’d adjust himself from time to time. After awhile, I decided that he’d had enough peeks for this night. Then I thought, why not one more?
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GBV4 Lori s Risky Wager

This is a story about a friendly poker game that got friendlier. Every first Tuesday night of the month a group of five guys gathered to eat, drink and play cards. Joe’s Sports Bar was the site for the festivities. Joe, a member of the group, set up the card game in the back room. There was plenty of privacy and an endless supply of food and booze. The Monday night gatherings were intended to be stag. Lori was about to change that, much to the dismay of her fiancee Sam.

Sam is 24 years old and works as a machinist. Lori is 18 years old and works as a secretary at the plant where Sam works. Sam had asked Lori for a date during her first day on the job. With Lori’s looks, Sam had to move fast. Lori hesitated at first. She was fresh out of high school and Sam was older than the guys she usually dated. Sam’s charms finally persuaded Lori to go out with him.

Sam and Lori developed a serious relationship over the next few months. A healthy sexual relationship developed as well. The mere site of Lori put Sam in the mood. He avoided her at work so that he could concentrate. After work Sam couldn’t keep his hands off Lori. She didn’t mind at all.

After Sam and Lori had been dating for about six months they decided to get married. Sam knew he was a lucky man to have Lori as his fiancee. She was young and beautiful and she loved Sam very much. Lori would do anything for Sam.
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GBV12 – Sherry Proves Herself Worthy

[ By the Warthog [email protected] ]

My name is Jim. I just turned 35 a couple of months ago. I married my wife Sherry nine years ago. We have two children, a son eight years old and a little girl three years old. We have a good life but there have been some rough spots. My story is about the end of one of those rough times.

About two years ago Sherry and I had a big fight. She was spending much of her time with the kids and seemed less interested in spending time with me. She got involved in the PTA when our boy started first grade. She also volunteered as a baby sitter three nights a week at church for single women who worked evening hours. I didn’t see much of Sherry during that period. I confronted her about this and the fight started.

Sherry defended her actions as being normal motherly activities. I told her that I was proud of what she did for the kids but that we didn’t have much time together, especially ‘bed’ time. I also complained that she had let her appearance down.

My wife had been a very attractive woman when we married. She was 22 at the time and looked as if she was right off the pages of Playboy magazine. With long natural blond hair, blue eyes, an angel face, smooth legs and a tiny waist, she got plenty of attention when she walked down the street.
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Finger Fucking Good

[ by Jake (Address withheld by request) ]

The first time I met my wife Marcy, in a bar, she was 23 years old. Marcy is a tall, leggy, redhead, with small, hard tits, and a firm round ass. She has true green eyes, high cheekbones, and has the look of an exotic model. Marcy is a hairdresser, so she has always been very aware of fashion, and tends to be leading edge herself.

It was 12 years ago that we met. After a few hours of conversation, as we really hit it off, we went out to my car and made out for another two hours. That night she gave me a blowjob, and let me finger fuck her like crazy. Even though we became exclusive with each other almost right away, and started to live together within three months, Marcy was crazed for finger fucking. I could watch a football double header as long as I fingered her all afternoon. Marcy was a great fuck, freely gave me blowjobs whenever I wanted, but her thing was finger fucking. She just loved it.
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Parent Teacher Meeting

Waiting impatiently for his scheduled meeting with his son’s ninth grade history teacher, Hobson Evert paced back a forth outside of her class room while she finished up a meeting with the parents of another student!!! He looked at his watch for the tenth time and muttered to himself, “What ever that kid did is no excuse to drag me down here at eight o’clock at night for a goddamn meeting, jesus christ, what the fuck are phones for anyway!!!” He was just about to stalk off in a huff when a gentle voice from the doorway called, “Mr. Evert, I can see you now, come in please and have a seat!!!” “Finally,” he thought, “let’s get the fucking show on the road,” while sitting down at a table set up over in the far corner of the room designed just for these parent teachers meetings!!! While the teacher was perusing a sheet of paper on her desk and marking off some names, Hob gave the middle aged old biddy the once over and agreed with his son, nice tits but a little on the dowdy side, but I’d fuck her if I had the chance!!!

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