Her husband was a degenerate gambler, who would bring his buddies over to their house for a weekly poker game. More often than not he would lose his shirt. She would peek into the game, and occasional flirt with his poker buddies. She was in her late 20s, raven haired, with a big booty, wide hips, flat belly and perky B cups. She would wear booty shorts in hopes of distracting his friends, leaning over while serving them food and drinks. Occasionally one would pat her butt, and she would grow wet.
That night, he was doing particularly bad. He was losing and losing. He finally had what he thought was a winning hand, but could not meet the call with his chips.
“I have a great hand, but I’m out of cash,” he implored his friends.
“I have an idea,” said John, one of his poker friends. “If I win, I get your big booted wife.” John was a broad shouldered and barrel chested man in his 40s, with huge hands.
The the poker buddies laughed: Sam, who was a young black man, muscular and thin. Slim, red faced and fat.
She overhead this from the other room. She flushed and she trembled. She has only even been with her husband. Part of her was mortified at the idea of him betting her. Part of her loved the idea.
“Fuck it,” her husband said, drunkenly. He was desperate to chase a win.
He lost the hand. He went to the kitchen and explained what happened to her. She nodded, torn between humiliation and excitement.
He led her by the hand into his man cave, where John, Sam and Slim sat at the table. She was red faced. John had a leering smile.
“You can use our bedroom,” her husband said.
“Nah, son,” John replied. “I’m going to do this for you to watch. You guys can stay if you want. I’m not shy.” He fished his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. She gasped. It looked huge compared to her husband, thick and wide like a beer can.
“Suck it, slut,” John said. She dropped to her knees. She didn’t care if there was an audience. She was wildly attracted to his force of will and wanted to touch and suck his huge cock. She put her hands around it and the fingers barely met. She tried to take as much of it into her mouth as she could. She sucked it with enthusiasm as he pushed her head from behind making her take more and more. She gagged and choked, tears coming from her red eyes.
“That a girl,” John said. He took her by the hand and picked her up by her hips and threw her on the card table. Chips and cards rattled and flew. He pulled off her tank top and her small breasts popped out, her nipples hard. He shimmied off her shorts and sopping wet panties.
There she was fully exposed on the card table, surrounded by 4 men. Only he husband had seen her naked before. John forced her legs open and stuck his long slender fingers in her wet, shaved box. She was excited and embarrassed. She turned her head to her husband who was standing and watching. He was as red as she was.
She felt John’s thick cock probing at her slippery pussy lips. He gave a push and she felt stretched as she had never been with her husband’s tiny cock. She gasped, and licked her lips. He started pumping her harder, long strokes in and out. Her pussy dripped onto the green felt of the card table.
She didn’t know where to look. She went from John’s handsome face above her, to her husband’s face, to Sam’s and Slim’s. She could see Sam touching a bulge in his pants. Slim had his cock out, stroking it under his fat belly. It was about the size of her husband’s.
John continued to pound her pussy without mercy. Her legs went over his broad shoulders.
“Get over here, Sam” John said. Sam walked over and pulled out his long black cock. It was even longer than John’s, just not as thick. It was dark purple and leaked pre-cum.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” her husband protested weakly.
“I’m altering the deal, son,” John said.
He withdrew his cock from her and stuffed it in her mouth. She licked her own juices off him eagerly. She had transformed into a filthy slut. She wanted to be used. She felt Sam’s cock inside her now, long and hard. She looked out of the corner of her eyes, John’s cock still in her mouth. She could see Sam’s cock moving in her lower abdomen, distending her belly with every stroke. She came hard. Her pussy gripped Sam’s young cock and he came with her. He pulled out and his seed dripped onto the losing hand of her husband’s cards.
Slim got between her legs. She was disgusted at the idea. John and Sam were attractive. Slim was obese and ugly. And yet, she took his cock. After the stretch of the other men, she could barely feel it inside her. His pig like face glistened with sweat. She wondered if she would ever enjoy her husband’s puny cock again. She looked to him. He was stroking his cock in the corner, anger on his face. Slim came in her. John kept pumping away at her mouth.
“Done already?” John said. “Get out of the way then.”
John flipped her over violently, ass up on the table. She gripped the table. She felt the head of his hard cock press against her asshole.
“No,” she protested weakly. She had never had anal sex. He didn’t hear her though, she felt him thickness work it’s way into her tight virgin asshole. She had never felt so stuffed. She came again. He started to pump her asshole harder than he did her pussy. He grabbed her hard and pulled it, making her back arch and making her bump harder against his cock. She came a third time.
John threw his head back and moaned. She felt his cock contract in her used asshole, followed by warmth, like a volcano erupting in her asshole. Her husband came weakly in the corner.
“I sure do like taking your money, but I like taking your wife more. See you next week, loser,” John said, taking his winnings and her panties, stuffing them both in his pocket as he left.
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