Scrap Poker Night [F35 MMMM45+] [Flashing, Exhib, Cheating, BJ]

“Alright boys. Let’s sort out our buy-in.”

Four middle aged men dumped whatever scraps of paper they had on hand into a pile in the middle of the table. The scraps were then mixed up and divided evenly between them. Scrap Poker night had begun. Reciepts, coupons, loyalty cards and the occasional scratch ticket were the men’s currency. They played not for money, but for fun. The bits of paper only served to stand in for bills and chips.

Tonight was Harold’s night to host and deal. To his right was his old friend, Bill. Across the table was Harold’s brother, Hank. To his left was another friend, Jim.

“Ante up.”

Each threw a receipt into the middle of the table and set into their usual habits. Bill failed to identify peoples tells. Hank tried to count cards. Jim wore his hand on his face. None of the four were any good at poker. Which worked out well.

“Anyone want any drinks? Snacks?”

All eyes turned to the brunette woman as she sauntered into the room. Amber, Harold’s wife, always turned the heads of his friends. She was ten years his junior. Fit. Busty. Trendy. That night she wore a brown sundress with white polka dots. It swished around her thighs as she came up to the table with a bowl of chips.

“I think we’re good, hun.”

Harold kissed his wife and patted her bottom as he sent her on her way. There was jealousy at the table. The wives of his friends were much older than Amber and none were aging very gracefully.

“Alright alright, quit showing off.” Jim tossed a piece of pink paper into the center of the table. “Deal out the next hand.”

Bill cocked his head at the pot. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. His brow furrowed as he dug through his own supply of scrap paper. Eyes went wide as read what was written upon a pink scrap of his own.

“You alright, Bill?” Harold noticed his friends reaction. He saw the pink paper in the mans hand. Memory jogged. Mistakes had been made. “Oh shit.”

What Bill held between his fingers was a coupon. One side said **Any Circumstance! One free blowjob**, the other featured a picture of Amber suggestively holding out her tongue. In response to their hosts reaction, Jim and Hank investigated their own piles to discover more pink coupons Harold’s wife had made for their anniversary.

“Those weren’t meant to be tossed in.” Harold tried and failed to snatch the slip from Bills hand. “Give ’em back.”

“Now hold on Harold, just hold on.” Bill held the piece of paper close to his heart. “Remember when I tossed a winning scratch ticket into the buy-in by mistake and you forced me to let it be played?”

Harold scowled.

“That ticket was worth twenty dollars. It wasn’t–”

“It’s the same thing, bro.” Hank had intervened. “You tossed it in without thinking. That’s on you, not on us. Bill won his ticket back in the end, you’ll just have to do the same.

Jim and Bill nodded in agreement.

Harold knew it would be a struggle to get those pictures of his wife back. That’s all the coupons were to him; fun little pictures. He and Amber fooled around all the time, he’d never had to redeem one of those slips to get her to do something.

He didn’t image for a second she’d let any of his friends redeem them either.

“Fine.” Harold grit his teeth. “Let’s get on with it, then.”

Jim reached into the pot to check the coupon he’d unwittingly bet. **Any Circumstance! One pair of panties**. Opposite the promise was a picture of Ambers naked pelvis, her womanhood covered only by the lacy underwear she held before her.

“Oof, I don’t think I’d have tossed it in if I knew.”

“Well too fuckin’ bad, Jim. It’s in the pot.”

The rest of the men anted up with worthless scraps of paper. Each jealously held his supply of pink in reserve, Harold included. He had checked the one slip in his pile. It was the jackpot. The last coupon in the book. The rest were around the table. Bill had two, one of which was the blowjob. Hank had three. Jim had only the one he’d tossed in.

“Fold.” Bill dropped his cards. “Panties are great and all, but I ain’t winning shit with this.”

Hank and Jim continued to compete with Harold, but the host and husband was so determined to win he wasn’t backing down. Not even with only a pair of Jacks in his hand.

“Call.”

“Call.”

All eyes turned to Harold.

“Fuck. Fine. Call.”

The coupon for panties went back to Jim and another hand started with not one slip of pink in the pot. Several more frustrating hands played out with only receipts being risked. Harold was frustrated, but still, progress was being made. He and Hank had the lion’s share of regular scraps. Bill was running low and Jim would soon be forced to bet his coupon.

“So how’s poker night going?”

Amber again sauntered into the den. The men remained eerily quiet, each was careful not to let his coupons be seen by the housewife. That is, each of them but Jim. The mans lack of paper left his coupon sitting in clear view before him.

“Umm, what’s this?” She came up next to the man and swiped the slip before he could react.

“It’s a… well, it’s a coupon for –”

“I know what it is.” Amber stared daggers at her husband. “You looking to redeem it?”

“Yes?” Jim had no idea what was going to happen.

Amber tore the coupon in two. As its bits fell to the floor she hiked up the hem of her sundress, slid her thumbs under the band of her thong and slipped the garment down her legs.

“Amber!”

“It says Any Circumstance, Harold.” His name was spoken with venom. “That means any time, any place and I guess anyone.”

“I didn’t bet these on purpose.”

“Oh? You’re saying you just toss naked pictures of your wife around without care? You think that makes things better?”

Harold couldn’t speak past the lump in his throat.

“Here are your panties, Jim.” Amber dropped the diminutive garment on the table. “You know what else? This is for my husband being an ass.”

The fit housewife then briefly lifted the front of her sundress to bare her naked crotch to her husbands friends. None would forget the sight of her pink flesh, nor the carefully trimmed heart that sat above it.

“Amber, I’m–”

“Stuff it, Harold. Just play your game.”

Husband and wife stared each other down.

“Ahem, uhh, Amber?” Hank held up a pink slip of paper. One side featured **Any Circumstance! Tits Out!**, the other sported a topless picture of Amber covering her breasts with her hands. “I’d like to redeem this coupon.”

Before her husband could protest the busty brunette walked around the table, inspected the paper and tore it. All eyes watched as she slipped her shoulders free of fabric and let the top half of her dress fall about her waist. Hers were a large pair of round breasts. So soft they jiggled with her every little motion and still perky enough to point their stiffening nubs forward, rather than down.

Hank whistled. Jim ogled. Bill grinned.

“Oh Amber, I have a coupon here for one free bl–”

“Stop!” Harold slammed his palms down on the table. “I have here the motherload. The jackpot. The one coupon you all want. And it’ll only go into the pot to try and win the others. If you redeem yours you’ll never have a chance to get this.”

His outburst was enough to draw eyes away from the tits at the table.

“You were saying, Bill?” Amber leaned over to give the men a better view of her naked chest. “Something about a coupon?”

“Water, actually. I’d like some water. And I think we should get back to the game.”

Amber kept her tits out as she fetched water for the men. Then she sat behind her husband to watch the rest of the game. Each time they looked to the dealer they could see his wife’s bare breasts behind him. What Harold didn’t know was that she sometimes sat with crossed legs and sometimes she didn’t.

Another hand was dealt. Antes were paid. Jim folded immediately in an attempt to stay in as long as possible. There was some back and forth between the brothers Hank and Harold. Hank won a pile of scraps in the end.

“All in, I guess.” Jim tossed the last of his scraps into the pot while twirling Amber’s thong at the tip of his finger. “Unless someone wants to buy some underwear for a coupon?”

“No.”

“No.”

“Fuck off, Jim.”

Jim was out. Five coupons remained. Two with Hank. Two with Bill. One with Harold. Another hand saw Bill lose nearly all of his scraps. Soon enough he’d have to start betting pink.

“Fuck this, I’m taking what I can get. Amber? One lap dance, please.”

**Any Circumstance! One free lap dance** was turned over and torn right through the picture of Amber posing suggestively in lingerie. Bill pushed his chair back from the table, Amber straddled his lap and put her tits right in his face.

“No touching.” She slapped his meaty paw as it went for her breast. “Hands behind your head.”

The game paused as the men watched Harold’s wife start up a song on her phone. Amber stayed close to Bill and whispered in his ear. She then knelt on his lap and leaned back before spinning around and planting her ass against him. The housewife pulled up her dress to let Bill see her naked rear before grinding her ass into his crotch.

Amber slipped low and turned back to the subject of her erotic dance. She crawled up between his legs, making sure to go slow as her face passed over the bulge in his pants. That’s where Bill stopped her.

“While you’re down there, I also have a coupon for a blowjob.”

“You fucker!”

“Calm down Harold.” Amber shouted at her husband. “Gimme the coupon.”

Paper was torn. Pants were undone. A cock was pulled out. Bills was an average phallus in size and shape. Amber had no trouble taking him to the base as an opening move.

Three men watched, two with jealousy and one with anger, as the topless brunette bobbed her head in Bills lap. After a minute she pulled back to instead suck on his hairy balls and jerk his shaft. Her eyes, both angry and lustful, stared up at her husbands friend.

“Oh jeez. Oh fuck!”

Bill shifted in his chair as his first burst of cum erupted from his swollen head and flowed down to coat Amber’s fingers. She released his testicles with a pop and took the tip of his dick back between her lips. Her hand jerked faster. Bill swore and writhed some more.

Soon enough the married woman stopped sucking and looked up at her house guest. With an open mouth she showed him what she’d collected from him. Her lips closed. She swallowed. Then she showed him her empty mouth.

“One blowjob. Done.”

Harold gritted his teeth.

“You know…” His brother looked at the two slips of pink in his hand. “I can’t imagine your one coupon is better than my two. I might cash out.”

“You sure about that, you little asshole?”

Harold flicked the coupon across the table. Hank gave it a look, then reluctantly flicked it back. He stared at his older brother. Fidgeted. He again looked at his coupons.

“Fine, you know what? One more hand. You and me. We both go all in. One of us walks away with three coupons.”

“Deal.”

Amber served as a topless dealer for the final hand, to keep things fair and remind both men what was on the line.

“Ante up.”

Hank tossed his coupons onto the table.

“One facial and one bout of anal sex.”

The coupons featured pictures of Amber with moisturizer poured suggestively across her face and, plainly enough, her asshole.

“I see your coupons and meet you with this.”

The jackpot. **Any Circumstance! Put a baby in me!** The gathered men stared at the nude picture of Harold’s wife, her legs parted and her womanhood spread by two fingers.

Harold wasn’t thinking straight. His all in approach meant neither player could really use any sort of skill or strategy. It was all down to luck. The cards were dealt. Each man considered his hand knowing there was nothing he could do to change it. Still, Harold felt lucky.

He swore when he looked at his hand.

“Alright gentlemen, let’s see your hands.”

Neither brother had anything of value. It all came down to a high card. An eight for Hank. A Queen for Harold.

“Oh thank fucking Christ.” The husband gathered his winnings. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”

It was some time before the four would again gather for poker night. Time spent fighting. Time spent healing. But they eventually agreed that each would have done the same in the others shoes. They gathered at Bills house on a night his wife was not home.

“Alright boys, let’s sort out our buy-in.”

Harold dumped a handful of receipts onto the table.

“You aren’t playing with scrap paper anymore.”

Four pairs of eyes turned to the door to find Amber in a pair of stiletto heels and a sheer cocktail dress that just barely showed her lacy black bra and miniscule panties. She strutted into the room and dropped a pile of red slips onto the table.

“Amber, what–”

“Stuff it, Harold. I’d like to have some fun too.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xi083/scrap_poker_night_f35_mmmm45_flashing_exhib