Poker game becomes sexy free-for-all [M/F]

My girlfriends and I ditched our husbands every other week for a ‘Girls Night In’ which usually consisted of poker and wine.
We were all married and had all been friends for years and the nights tended to get pretty raunchy. We would talk about anything and everything, the racier the better.

One night, Candi suggested we invite the husbands to the table, to let them see what all the fuss was about.

Since our group had fallen into a habit of just playing cards and bitching about work, it sounded good to take some money off the boys instead of each other. Plus, my husband was always pestering me about what we talked about.

For the night in question, I got a little dolled up, as most of us did. Part of the fun of ‘Girls Night In’ was that we would all dress to the nines, with hair and makeup. ‘All whored up’ I called it once.

I put on a sheer, low-support bra that worked well with my light, off-white top. It gave me a very alluring look and since it was usually cold in Candi’s basement, the boys could get a good look at my erect nipples poking through the shirt. I liked the attention my aroused areola would elicit.

We all sat down, Candi, Bobbi and I separated by our hubbies. We started with some small talk and a round of lemon gin shots to loosen our tongues.

Once the poker game started, the wine flowed like, well, wine. As usual, the topics of conversation started out fairly tame and degenerated from there.

After they lost about $50 each, Candi’s husband, Mike, excused himself. When Bobbi’s spouse, Jayson, left, my hubby looked a little afraid. Since he drove over with me, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Candi seemed very upset about Mike leaving, and Bobbi was livid at her man.

My guy? Well, he loosened up after the guys and their macho posturing left. While we girls kept drinking and talking, he was content to lap up the attention he was getting from my very drunk friends.

Candi moved over to my man’s side of the table, so he was now sandwiched between her and me. As we kept playing, I noticed her hand was resting on his inner thigh while she pressed her DDs into his arm. I could tell from the lack of blood in his cheeks that he was trying not to give in to a raging hard-on.
Bobbi suggested we really stick it to the other husbands and stop playing for money and go for some strip poker.
I felt like this had been the girls’ plan all along, but I had to admit, my inhibitions had been loosened enough that it sounded good to me!

The ladies won the first two hands, and he took off his shirt and shoes. The games evened out a bit for the next few, leaving him sockless but costing us our shoes, shirts and Candi, who I think was tanking it, also lost her jeans.

So my husband, who was still being accosted by Candi’s mammoth melons, also had her panty-covered bottom sitting on his lap!
He was down to just jeans and his rather tight boxer briefs. And with both me and Bobbi sitting across from him in our bras and panties, his briefs were tighter all the time.

Despite the fact I was slurring my words badly, I was quite horny. I was also winning a lot. Candi lost her bra, which my guy was more than happy to unclasp for her, and when Bobbi lost her next hand, she went totally topless, too. As she slowly undid her bra, I could see him give in to the throbbing goblin in his pants.

Feeling the effect of several Caesars, I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room. As I left, I winked at my husband, letting him know there would be a long, satisfying reward at the end of the night.

I decided to sneak back into the games room, to see what my devious allies were putting my poor husband through. As I peeked around the corner, I saw that both ladies had moved over beside him, and that Bobbi was now completely naked. And it was obvious to anyone who had ever gone swimming with her that she shaved her front yard. She had her rear snuggled against my man, and was leaning back into him. He had an arm around her and his hand was nestled under her pert B-cups and their very pokey nipples. You could cut glass with those battery post-sized pistols.

Candi, who still had her pink boy-brief style panties on, was straddling him and had her arms wrapped around his neck.
She was vigorously rubbing her moist womanhood along his thigh, like a carpenter shaving wood. Except instead of reducing the wood, his was growing!

His pants were bunched on the floor at his feet, surrounded by half a deck of cards. I don’t think they dealt a single hand after I left.

I felt my face get flush, and my knees buckled a bit. Rather than let them know I was watching, I knelt down to spy on the show.

Sure enough, my husband crept a hand slowly up Bobbi’s chest and twirled her nubs in his hand. His thighs were grinding ever so slightly as Candi varnished his bare leg with her wet fuzzy peach.

Bobbi let out a moan, and plunged a hand between her open legs. She leaned her head back for a kiss, but my spouse refused her.
I was actually a little disappointed to see him rebuff her advances. I realized I was sitting on the floor topless, and that my sexual centre was crying to be free. I gently opened my jeans to better access my erotic control panel.

I felt a rush of blood to my crotch when Candi stood up from his leg and exposed his proud, erect peacock’s plume rising above his briefs.

Like a spring dawn, it rose above the elastic, a smattering of precome dew garnishing its tip.

I caught a gasp, knowing that if he heard me, it might kill the mood.

Then Candi slinked out of her panties, which were drenched in her passionate emissions. She tossed them aside and knelt down in front of his altar of eroticism. Then, without hesitation, she closed her mouth over his eager, throbbing sacrament.
While Candi went to town on his member like a Jenny Craiger in a muffin shop, Bobbi turned toward him and placed a leg high on the table, her oozing affection obviously offered up as an orgasmic sacrifice.

Like an electrician, he started working her fusebox with his hand. He worked three fingers into her, and began a ‘come hither’ motion once they were deep inside. She seized his head and buried his gaping mouth onto her left nipple. I could see his tongue working away, all the while pumping his arm back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of her snatch.

His muffled moans were drowned out by Bobbi’s growling. She began humping his fingers like an animal from the Dick-overy Channel!

It took moments for Bobbi to collapse in climax, followed shortly after by a rocket of my husband’s pocket juice exploding into Candi’s thirsty maw.

She swallowed hard, licked her lips and then mounted my limp husband. His eyes widened, but it always takes the poor dear a good hour to get hard after I’ve ‘blown his world’ so to speak.

Bobbi climbed on the delicate card table, and you could almost hear the ‘beep, beep, beep’ as she backed her hot heinie to his head. As she arched her back, he performed a perfect 10 dive into her Olympian muff. His face was soaked with her approval, and he thrashed his head to and fro as a loud smacking sound echoed throughout the tiny basement room.

That’s when Candi started thrashing her thighs against the surf, each wave crashing violently into his limp lap.
He reached his hands up to steady Bobbi’s rear and I heard a sharp, high ‘Oh!’ from Candi. After just a few short minutes, my lifelong friends turned my alkaline hubby into a quick-charge Energizer!

I heard Candi’s bush get whacked as she continued to bounce on his sexual pogo stick. Bobbi was braying like a donkey as he performed CPR on her hip lips.

That’s when I snapped. I had been the passive observer, but now I needed to get off the bus and onto the dirty street before me. I got up — noticing again how drunk I was — and tossed a pert tit into Bobbi’s mouth. It did little to satisfy me, but at least it shut her up.

My man saw this and smirked. He bucked back at the buxom bitch bouncing on his bull-sized batch. I slid underneath Bobbi, and my husband kissed my love hatch tenderly.

While he played me like a flute, I applied my manual dexterity to solving Bobbi’s sudden loneliness.

My husband moved Candi off his lap and stood up to ensure I got my fill. As he cocked and loaded me, the girls began kissing and licking his piston as it internally combusted my engine.
I clutched desperately at the backs of their heads, pushing them to apply their tongues to my lusty stamp. As they obliged, I felt my legs erupt in hot fury as my husband’s sex shuttle fired its cargo into my spasming, orgasming pussy.

I closed my eyes but was awake long enough to hear my beautiful, studly muffin satisfy the every dark desire of my BFFs.

When I came to, I heard their marathon continuing in Candi’s bedroom. As I peeked inside, I saw Candi triumphantly astride his face and Bobbi suckling and biting at his ball sack. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of Mike and Jayson walking towards the house.

I shrugged, and walked fully naked to the doorway to welcome them home…

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