The Poker Night [MF] [teasing, cuck, masturbation, true story)

The Poker Night

I’m on a flight from Melbourne to Adelaide in Australia so have about 40 minutes to tap this quick story out on the iPad. Please excuse any typos.

If you’ve checked my profile you know about Kate, my pocket-rocket ex. Some time after the sedatives night, one of my colleagues convinced a group of our mates to participate in Movember which in Australia is a fundraiser for Men’s health; you grow a moustache for the month of November and people fundraise.

Jack, Simon and I were all-in and had come up with the idea of a poker night. We’d rounded up about a dozen mates who all paid about $150 to enter and we put on two tables of six plus drinks and nibbles. Kate and I had an enclosed paved veranda out the back of our place where we set it all up. Kate and I had an argument about her hanging around, I’d said it was a boys night and she said she could help with serving drinks and getting food served, etc. Of course, she eventually got her way.

The night started around seven and Kate was lovely and charming, admittedly lighting up the “room” with her smile and generally flirty nature. She’d dressed like a proper cocktail waitress in a tight black skirt, stockings and a white button shirt with French cuffs. She’d topped it all off with a black tie that she stole from my side of the wardrobe.

The poker started and drinks flowed. Kate was always on the spot with a refill and the guys became less subtle with their comments and staring as the night wore on. Kate loved the attention and even started playing up to it a little, making a point of bending at the waist to get drinks from the esky and giving guys an eyeful of her tight legs and the top of her stay-up stockings. Kate played the room like a pro, sometimes leaning on a guy’s shoulder and watching a couple of hands, whispering into ears that she thought the other guy was bluffing and that kind of thing.

Kate sat on a few laps for a hand or two, sort of side-saddle sitting, more on a leg than a lap. A couple of guys got a little handsy and got a sneaky brush of her ass or put their hand around her waist trying to get a finger on her side boob. I’m not the jealous type (to a point) and admittedly found it a turn on watching her parade around teasing a little but knowing she was mine.

As the night wore on, around half the guys had called it a night when the tie came off and Jarrod, Simon’s about 19-year-old, shy younger brother donated $50 to for Kate to undo some buttons. I remember like it was yesterday the sideways glance she gave me with a glint in her eye and very subtle smirk she flashed me as he’d nervously suggested it. She pretended to be shocked and offended, a moment later snatching the pineapple (Aussie slang for a $50 note) from his hand and working on her shirt. Jarrod got more for his money than I’d have expected (or endorsed) because Kate undid all her buttons and untucked her shirt revealing her flat stomach and modest breasts, held in by a black lace bra that just covered her nipples. She gave them a bit of a push together, blew Jarrod a kiss and carried on. Jarrod blushed and was dogged for the next hour with unkind comments:
“Show us your boner Jarrod” <insert drunken laughter>
“First tits you’ve ever seen Jarrod” <insert drunken laughter>
“Look at him blushing, his head’s turned into a tomato” <insert drunken laughter>

Kate stuck up for him, always a sucker for the underdog and said he was the only one that had the balls to make a move. She boldly walked over, sat on his lap facing him and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. With her legs on either side of his chair, her skirt had ridden up her legs to show off the skin her stockings didn’t reach, and her dismount giving just about everyone a great view of her black underpants. Unfortunately for Jarrod, the whole thing just made the teasing worse.

There were a couple of very indecent proposals made as the games closed out which Kate politely refused before everyone left leaving Simon, Jarrod, me and Kate to tidy up. Simon was pissed, knocked a bunch of bottles onto the pavers and was sent inside where he crashed.

Kate asked Jarrod to sit next to her on the love seat and I slowly cleaned up making a few trips inside with bottles, glasses and stuff. Kate gave me the “fuck off inside” eyes and I looked out through the kitchen window to see Kate snuggling into Jarrod and rubbing his chest, her face close to his and talking quietly. Poor Jarrod looked terrified.
Kate peeled off her shirt and kissed Jarrod again as his hands got bolder, groping my girlfriend’s boobs and sliding a hand up her leg, under her skirt and over her ass, her right hand massaging his errection through his pants. My cock was rock hard watching the show, my heart beating hard. While I didn’t think Kate would take it too far, i was a nervous mixture of pride, jealousy and arousal; I guess what draws a lot of guys into experimenting with cuck.
I fumbled my belt and pants undone and released my dick, standing at my kitchen sink jerking while Kate wrapped her hand around Jarrod’s which was now out and pointing toward the midnight sky, treated to the corkscrew hand action that had driven me wild so many times.

Jarrod’s face was a picture of ecstasy as Kate worked him. He tested the boundary by moving his hand between her legs, but Kate had set a limit and grabbed his hand, repositioning it to her boob. Jarrod and I shot our loads at almost the same time, mine onto the cupboard and his into the air and onto the pavers.

I cleaned myself up, waited an extra minute and then emerged from the kitchen claiming to have been checking on Simon. Kate winked at me, Jarrod couldn’t look at me and shortly after Simon and Jarrod took an Uber home. Kate and I fucked on the lawn, giggling like school kids as she bounced on me naked. I announced I was going to cum and she finished me with her mouth before we wandered off to bed, making the rest of the cleanup Sunday’s problem.

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