[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/k6q0ei/ffm_femdom_cuckquean_nc_huml_strip_poker_the_last/)
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In the next orbit Ava and I lost our shirts, though Ava still had the extra shirt underneath. Grace was not happy to see Ava appraising me. It might not have meant much to me by itself, but because I knew Grace hated it, I loved watching Ava’s eyes linger on my shoulders, abs, and chest. To be an object of lust was an unfamiliar feeling. It weakened my resolve. The temptation to betray Grace matured into concrete intention.
In the next hand Grace and I paid blinds. We placed no bets and I lost on showdown. I could’ve bet earlier. I had a solid pocket pair, but I wanted to save my chips and shove all in on a bad hand against Ava, so I could lose to her.
When I took my jeans off, my erection was obvious through my boxers. Both Grace and Ava fixed their eyes on it. Grace stared with the distinct, indignant desperation of a woman watching her man cross forbidden lines. Ava stared with a cool thirst, which gave me such a want for her to touch my cock that I flexed it against the fabric of my boxers, to feel at least something.
Grace raised the next blind against Ava to two articles of clothing. After a low suited flop Grace bet again. Maybe she wasn’t tilting. Her overly reserved mode of play had been tossed aside to make room for a more determined mode, with a mission…a mission to fuck me in front of Ava.
For the first time in the game Ava looked unsure. She called the postflop bet and folded Grace’s shove on the next street. To pay for her loss Ava took off her shirt, pants, and bra without complaint, and did not reveal any self consciousness if she felt any. She locked eyes with me while she reached behind her head with both hands to let her hair down, giving me a full view of her chest.
Grace caught me pulling the waistband of my boxers up. I had to, because I had become harder and my cock started to poke out. She gave me a harsh, hurt look. I had a flush of shame for having crossed her by letting another woman turn me on, but from that shame an even stronger arousal emerged. I wanted to disobey Grace, to burn any authority she had over me, to make her feel desperate.
I managed to get Ava into a pot alone in the next hand by raising preflop and shoving all in on the flop. It was just what I wanted. I had nothing of value in my pocket cards, or in the flop. Ava beat me with a simple two pair. My chest warmed and my breath shallowed. I eagerly answered her come-hither gesture and stepped over the tabletop.
I made it clear to Grace that I was willing to fuck Ava. I exaggerated my shudder as Ava pulled my boxers down and I felt her soft hair brush my cock, so that Grace would see. I pretended I was trying to hide my weakness for Ava, but I let it show in my breath and in my face as she duct taped my wrists wingspan wide to Grace’s bed frame, during which she reached across me and I felt the skin of her torso and her stiff nipples brush my chest. It wasn’t until I was fully restrained that I realized the duct tape held. Even the tape applied to keep my ankles down on the carpet, I could not break free from it with all of my strength. When Ava returned to the table top I was bound, completely naked, with my legs and arms pulled apart, my cock hard and throbbing, right beside Ava and across the tabletop from Grace.
Grace shifted side to side anxiously. Her greatest fear was unfolding before her. I knew the thoughts she was having. I knew her self-loathing criticisms, her violent ideations about Ava, and her primal feelings of frustration and childish, stubborn indignance. They excited me so much I could hear my own heartbeat. Grace would not be able to think clearly. What was at stake was the part of her self-esteem that depended on monopolizing my desire, which was not a small part.
“I’m all in,” Grace said.
“I haven’t even dealt the cards yet.”
“I don’t care.”
“So, you’re all in even without seeing your cards?”
“Just deal.”
The cards did not reward Grace’s impulsiveness. Ava called, and Grace arrived at the river without so much as a single pair, an unlikely fate with seven cards in play. Ava earned a winning boat on the flop.
Muscles in Grace’s forearms tightened and released in frustration and denial as the reality of her loss dawned on her. Expressions of anger and languid detachment flowed through her face in oscillation. Her internal experience was no longer concealed. What she felt, feared, and longed for showed on her face and body plain to see, and nothing was about to go her way.
“Oh, I’m sorry Grace. Looks like you’re the loser.”
Grace made no response. She stared at the cards that had wronged her.
Limp, without resistance or acknowledgement, Grace allowed Ava to push her face down onto the carpet and remove her underwear. Ava then taped her wrists together behind her back, around the leg of her dresser so she could not move.
I loved watching Grace tense as if she were about to fight Ava and then relax. It was a fair loss, and she was too buried in her shame and regret to self-advocate, so each time she angered, she went limp again and let Ava continue.
The tape holding her ankles to the carpet spread her legs out wide. She must have expected it to be weaker like I had. Her eyes widened after she tried to lift her ankles and she realized she was truly bound, at Ava’s mercy, unable to cover or defend herself.
Ava did nothing to her though. She didn’t even look back at Grace after tying her up. Instead she knelt down in front of me, and brushed me with her finger, just below the head of my cock.
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