game----part-1-of-1

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The Poker Game

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My husband, Ben had started a ritual. Once a month, he hosted a Friday night poker game that lasted until the early morning hours. Usually, I found an excuse not to be around; but this particular Friday, he asked me to stay and help serve up some special requested menu items. I agreed and after running to the grocery store, got busy preparing some delicious nibbles that they would enjoy later in the evening.
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After everyone had arrived, I decided to be the ultimate wife and make my husband proud. I greeted each of his buddies and told them to call me if they needed anything. Drinks, snacks, you name it, I would be glad to get it. Jokingly, one of his friends asked if he could take me home. “Well, there might be something we can work out,” my husband replied jokingly. I glanced up at him, laughing and noticed a mischievous gleam in his eyes. That look told me something was up that night, and I had a strong suspicion that there was more to follow.
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My husband knew that I’d enjoyed several m/f/m experiences before I met him, and he would occasionally ask me to go into great detail describing those encounters when we had sex together. I had secretly hoped that my real life stories would turn him on enough that he would want to try having a threesome with me, but so far, no luck. But maybe tonight was different? I decided to test the waters a bit, and became a little more flirtatious as the night wore on. I decided a change of clothes was needed, and preceded to put on a low cut white blouse, leaving more buttons undone than I needed. After all, if a glimpse of cleavage is good, then more has to be better.
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Walking into the den with a tray full of fresh drinks, I leaned over the card table, making sure my breasts were visible to anyone that was looking. Braless, I could feel my still firm breasts sway beneath the thin material of my blouse. I could barely contain my excitement, and I knew my nipples were rock hard. I caught my husband’s eye, and could tell that he approved one hundred percent of where this was going. But just how far would he let me go? The possibilities of what could happen with any, or all of these men were overwhelming. I could feel the moisture building between my legs. It felt as if my heart was beating through my pussy lips. I tried squeezing my thighs together to bring me some relief, but I was too far-gone. My body was on autopilot now, so I decided to take command of the situation and see where it would lead.
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I let my breasts dangle over the table for a few seconds more, making sure everyone of those five guys had a chance to see, as I pretended to wipe up a nonexistent spill. Then I angled my hips slightly over to the left, making sure my ass was right in front of his friend’s face, as I made eye contact with the man on the right. “So,” I asked innocently, “What are you guys playing for tonight?”

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My husband chuckled and said, “Well, exactly what do you have in mind?”

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Not knowing the first thing about poker, I wasn’t really sure how to respond. “Hmm, how about instead of the winner taking the pot, I get the pot and the winner gets me instead?”

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My husband grinned from ear to ear on that comment, so I knew it was game on. Looking around the table, I could see each and every one of the men grinning, and I swear I could sense their cocks straining against the denim fabric of their jeans. As I walked over to my husband, my mind was racing with the thought of having a new cock inside my pussy. I sat down on his lap and ground my pussy down on his thighs as I whispered, “You sure you are OK with this?”

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Smirking naughtily, he turned it around on me and said, “Are YOU sure you are prepared for this?”

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Without answering, I tilted his chin up and kissed him deeply, biting on his lower lip. “More than you can ever imagine,” I replied huskily into his ear. Sitting on his lap, surrounded by men, was unbearable. The torture was intense, not only was I incredibly wet, but my pussy was throbbing in anticipation of having two cocks.
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I decided to keep myself busy doing mindless chores around the house, hoping to pass the time until the hand ended. Finally, the game was over and I could hear loud laughter coming from the other room. “Was this really going to happen?” I wondered. I heard the room quiet down a bit, and then my husband yelled my name.

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I can’t recall if I even breathed as I walked into the den. My excitement was so great; I couldn’t even feel my legs. My husband grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He placed a quick kiss on my forehead and said, “We have a winner, so why don’t we show everyone what they’re getting?”

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I looked around nervously and realized that all the guys were still here. Surely this wasn’t what my husband had planned. The thought of an all out gangbang had ever crossed my mind. Could I be so lucky, was this what he meant when he asked if I was sure I was prepared for this?
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As he slowly undid the remaining few buttons left on my blouse, I could feel my skin tingling with every touch he made. He spun me around so I was facing the rest of the guys, while he kissed me lightly on the nape of my neck. I pressed backwards, rubbing my ass against his cock. He motioned for one of the other men to come forward. “Take her pants off,” he commanded. I closed my eyes and decided to go through with it, allowing myself to just enjoy the sensations without thinking of what was to come.

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When I felt my pants being pulled down, I could feel the rush of cold air hit my hot and dripping pussy. Suddenly, I felt another pair of hands grab my breasts, kneading my nipples into hard pebbles. My husband had unzipped his pants, and I felt his warm cock slide between my butt cheeks. The constant pressure of his hard cock teasing my asshole was immense. I groaned in delight when I felt yet another pair of hands push past the lace of my panties and spread apart my lips. I lurched forward, hoping to make him shove his finger further up inside me. “You like that?” he asked. I nodded my head furiously.

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“More,” I begged as I felt him sliding two more fingers into my gaping, wet pussy. I could feel my legs start to give out, but my husband Ben held me up. I leaned back into him and spread my legs, so his friend could continue to pump his fingers in and out of me.
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I opened my eyes as he yanked his fingers out. I could see that all of Ben’s friends but one was occupying themselves with my willing and available body. His reluctance intrigued me, or perhaps it was my own greediness of wanting more. Here four men with four rock hard cocks were playing me with, and yet I wanted more. I half smiled at him as I watched him pull out the biggest white cock that I’d ever seen. As I watched, he circled his fingers around the base of his cock and slowly began to stroke it. I was mesmerized by his size and girth. Suddenly, I felt myself being bent over; then pushed down on all fours, losing sight of the super sized shaft in the process. Before I could even react, I felt the head of someone’s cock traveling down the crack of my ass, over the spot between both holes, and plunge deep into my waiting pussy. I started to rock backwards into his cock, meeting his thrusts with my own. “Fuck me,” I screamed, “Fuck me like the slut I am!”
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Looking up, I was met with the sight of one of the other guys, dropping to his knees and with his cock swinging right in front of my face. Without saying a word, he grabbed the back of my head, and guided his mushroom head against my lips. I eagerly licked at his pre-cum, tasting the saltiness. Stretching my mouth wide, I swallowed him whole. Suddenly I was being fucked from behind as hard and fast and I had a cock buried deep in my mouth.

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Just then, as I was losing myself in the rhythm of the dual cockfest, I felt someone wriggle underneath me. Oh god, I thought, I’m going to get three cocks. Almost hysterical, I started rearing back onto the cock in my pussy as hard as I could. As I bucking back against the cock fucking me from behind, I felt a mouth cover my hairless snatch, licking all around my outer lips. “Oh God,” I thought, “Can it get any better than this?” I knew whoever it was, was not only sucking my pussy, but he was also making sure he lapped up any juices that escaped from my tight filled pussy. He swirled my clit around with his tongue, making me cum all over his face. I didn’t even try to hold back. And I knew this was just the start, I would have the chance to cum again and again. This was far from over.
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I mashed my pussy down hard against his face, twisting my hips and making small circles against it. I forced him to suckle my engorged clit like it was a swollen nipple until I was finished. Exhausted from my orgasm, and feeling overly sensitive, I tightened my pussy muscles on the cock pummeling me from behind. I felt a hot gush of cum spew forth inside me, and once again pressed down on the guy’s face underneath me. Jerking the cock out of my mouth, I cried out, “Suck him, drink his fucking cum.” Then I continued to ride his face, giving him no choice but to guzzle down that hot, sticky load as well.

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Turning my attention back to the cock at my mouth, I began enthusiastically sucking him off. After ramming his ramrod stiff cock against the back of my throat a couple of times, he grabbed me by both sides of my head and shot his load deep inside my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow every drop. As it oozed down my throat, I could feel myself going weak from utter satisfaction.
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When my knees could no longer hold me up, I dropped forward onto my belly. As I gasped for breath, I felt a third and new cock enter me from behind. Too weak to move, I just lay there and enjoyed having my raw pussy fucked hard from behind. As he was ramming his cock in and out of me, the fourth guy started for my mouth. Knowing my jaws couldn’t take any more after just being face fucked, I quickly ducked my head down. He was too worked up to wait his turn, and he was ready to cum, he started jacking himself off. When I reached out and massaged his balls, I could feel him tense up and knew he was going to shoot his milky load.

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I heard a low growl, and then he reached down and cupped my chin and held my head in place. As I felt his balls began to let go, I realized that it was the same guy that had I’d just sucked me off a few minutes ago. Suddenly I felt a rush of hot steamy cum hit my upper lip and run down my face. Tasting it with the tip of my tongue, I reached for the glob that had dripped onto my chest and licked that off my fingers too. I figured that was the least I could do, since he had just cheated himself out of fucking any of my other holes.
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The visual stimulation was too much for the guy still pounding away at my pussy. I felt him grasp my hips with both hands, and plunge into me one hard, final time. He held me, impaled on his cock, while he shot his hot semen deep inside my hungry pussy. Finally, his grasp eased up and he patted me on my ass cheeks as he started to withdraw. I could feel him backing his cock out of me, inch by inch, leaving me stretched wide.

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“No,” I thought, “This can’t be all, I still want more.” I had already cummed a couple of times, but yet I still found myself unable to stop my fingers from reaching down into my sticky, cum filled pussy and playing with myself. “I can always fuck my husband again, after they all leave,” I thought, bringing a smile to my lips.
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Before I could start to enjoy my fingers, I felt myself being pulled up to my feet. As I regained my feet, I turned to see who had recovered so fast that they were ready for round two, and it was him. I had forgot all about the other guy who was busy stroking himself, the one with the huge, thick cock.

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Suddenly, there were hands all over me and I found myself being lifted up onto the poker table. As my husband spread my legs apart, I heard him say, “Fuck her. Fuck her hard, give it all to her, she’s ready.” Then he reached forward and grabbed my shoulders and scooted me down towards him. I could feel the poker chips scrape against my naked back and ass, while he slid my cum soaked pussy down towards him.
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I looked him in the eye and mentally challenging him to fuck with me with everything he had. I was ready, I wanted it, and I could take it. After already being fucked by two other guys, I knew my pussy could now accommodate his girth. He had scooted me so far down on the table that my ass was hanging off the edge. He looked down at me, and without any hesitation, slammed his cock deep inside me.

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My husband Ben quickly leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth, keeping me from screaming out when that big cock slammed merciless into my hole. I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel body rock with every slam of his cock. He was thrusting inside of me so fast, and so hard, that my breasts were bouncing around uncontrollably. He was slamming into me so hard that I could feel the whole table being moved across the floor, despite my husband efforts trying to hold it into place.

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The more he fucked me, the more pain I could feel deep inside my pussy walls. Or was that pleasure I felt? I could no longer tell the difference between the two, I just knew I was filled. I was filled to the brim with his cock, and I was happy. For so long I had wanted to be fucked like this. But never, did I ever imagine, it would be so many at one time. He cummed after a few more powerful thrusts, and withdrew panting. I remained where I was, no longer caring about being the gracious hostess.
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Later, after a long hot bath, I climbed into bed and wrapped myself around my husband. I lay in his arms while he stroked my hair and kissed me gently on my face. He whispered how happy he was, and asked if I needed anything.

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“Yes,” I replied while smiling back at him. “When is the next poker game?”

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The end…
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