MORE PARTY THAN SHE BARGAINED FOR
Every other Friday night a few of my friends and I get together
to have a few beers, play cards, and unwind after our weeks
labors. Many nights we meet at one of our houses and play poker. This
last Friday we met at my house for the game. My wife was not really
too happy about the deal initially because it was our anniversary
weekend and she wanted to go out. I placated her by promising to see
she had a really special weekend after my game.
As the evening wore on, the guys and I got louder and morelewd. We
all had a real tense week and we were really unwinding. Brenda got
tired of sitting upstairs listening to us joke and laugh so came down
several times to see what was going on. She was dressed normally for
an evening around the house-short button down the front dress, no
hose or shoes. As the night wore on, we got to asking her to bring us
our drinks when she was down stairs. The more drinks she brought us,
the more she had herself. Finally, I noticed she lingered near the
table watching the cards and began joining in some of the
conversation.
Once, as she stood by me and sat down some drinks, I ran my
hand up under her skirt. The crotch of her panties was very wet.
She tensed a moment, and then backed away from me.
I didn't think much of doing what I did as it is routine when we were
alone, but I caught two of the guys watching as she left. Now, Brenda
is any man's dream; long slender legs, full womanly ass with a nice
slender waist line under beautiful 34 C breasts with very large,
sensitive nipples. To complete the picture, her shoulder length honey
brown hair frames her goddesses face. No matter what she is dressed
in, her walk is pure poetry as her hips sway and legs flash.
The next time Brenda delivered drinks she walked up beside
John and Ray. John had dropped out of the hand so he watched Brenda
in her delivery and leaned on the table brushing her hip as he did
so. About that time, he announced he had lost enough money and got
up.
John was standing by our pool table playing with the balls
while he watched the game. Brenda walked up to him and asked him to
play (she really is a pretty good player, but NOT in John's league).
He refused, saying he didn't want to embarrass her and that
he still wanted to watch the card game. A few minutes later, Brenda
returned with drinks and I noticed John really eyeballing her as
she bent over to deliver them to us. Brenda made a smart comment about
John not only not having the balls to continue the card game, but
that he was afraid to take a chance on getting beat playing pool with
a woman.
John took her cajoling and abuse a few minutes, then, sort
of red in the face, he said OK. "If you want to play pool so bad, make
it worth our while. I'll play you 5 games of strip 8 ball."
Brenda demurred, and John kept pressing her "What, no balls now? Are
you afraid to put your money where your mouth is?" he asked.
Brenda replied it wasn't her money she was worried about.
Finally, after John offered $20 a game plus a piece of his clothing
if he lost, she agreed. Both of them were so drunk the games went
longer than I thought they would. I wondered what Brenda would do when
John won (and I did not consider for a minute that he might lose).
Surprisingly, Brenda won the first game and got $20 and
John's shirt.
As the second game continued, John's comments became more
lewd as Brenda bent forward to shoot. He commented on her position
and form. The guy's playing cards couldn't concentrate for the contest
in the other end of the room. Brenda lost the second game, and,
slightly embarrassed, had to deliver her first piece of clothing.
Everyone expected the dress, but, with some contortion, she removed
her Bra and tossed it on the couch. As you might expect, there was a
lot of hooting and comments. Brenda got angry and started to leave,
but John's next comment brought her back in a flash when he said
he knew she couldn't stand the competition.
As she angrily walked to the table and grabbed her queue, her ass
cheeks and breasts swayed delightfully. It was after midnight now
and, very reluctantly, two of the guys had to leave. As I was seeing
them out, I heard loud shouts and laughter, then John said,"I guess
that'll teach you not to play with the big boys".
I returned to see a very red faced Brenda pull her panties over her
foot and toss them on the couch by her bra. Ray walked up to me and
told me John had made the 8 ball on the break!
By now, I was sitting in my favorite chair watching the game while
Ray leaned on the wall between the couch and me. When Brenda leaned
forward, depending on which way she was facing, I could either look
down her top at her deliciously dangling breasts with her turgid
nipples poking down, or, if she faced away from me, I could watch her
darling bare ass under her skirt.
Remarkably (or perhaps not, considering the guys were trying to sneak
a peek too) Brenda won the fourth game. She really crowed as John had
to remove his trousers, but she got a strange look on her face when
she saw the size of the bulge in his underwear. She colored nicely
and refused to look at him for a while. About half way through the
balls, John made a beautiful combination shot and sank the 8 ball.
As he whooped and laughed, he put his queue down and stood looking at
Brenda.
Brenda flushed and stood fingering her buttons as John and Ray
watched her grinning. She glanced at me, then rapidly away. Brenda's
mouth opened, closed then she turned for the stairs. John moved
between her and the stairs and said "whoa! Aren't you forgetting
something? A deal is a deal. Or have you lost your courage?"
"I...I can't", Brenda whispered.
John tried to talk her into stripping but she was adamant. Finally,
he said ok, if you're going to Welch, at least dance with me for a
while.
Brenda looked around, then, softly said "ok". We had the radio on
easy listening oldies so there were a few fast dance numbers and some
slow ones. After a few fast dances, Ray brought us all a drink. I
could tell from her shudder that Brenda's was a normal one for
Ray-VERY strong. In rapid succession over the next 3 or 4 songs two
more drinks disappeared.
As she danced, Brenda flashed a lot of skin. Her dress was half way
between her knees and ass cheeks and very low cut so her moves (which
became more violent as the alcohol worked) caused the show to
continue. Finally, a slow number came up and John grabbed her,
pulling her to him tightly.
At first, Brenda resisted, but then relaxed and began swaying with
him. I noticed John's hands move down and cup Brenda's firmcheeks as
he pulled her belly tightly against him. Ray walked up behind her
with some drinks. As he handed her a drink, I noticed he was rubbing
himself against her rear. Brenda gulped down the drink and moved
tightly against John again. Finally the dance ended and,slowly,
after a lingering kiss, John and Brenda separated.
Brenda was very flushed and her nipples were tenting out the front of
the thin dress. I looked at Johns shorts, and there was a wet spot
near the end of his very hard rod. As Brenda said, "there, now are
you happy?" and turned for the stairs, another slow dance tune came
on and John said "No, not yet." And pulled her against him again.
Brenda made very little resistance as John guided her deeper
into the darkness near the pool table. He finally backed her up
against the table and they just stood there slowly swaying to the
music. I saw Brenda's eyes were glazed and she was panting. Then, as
John pushed her back against the table, I noticed her legs were
outsideboth of his. I saw Ray grin widely as John ran his hands up
Brenda's sides, along the sides of her breasts, then back down,
flicking her nipples as he did so. Brenda jumped and moaned as his
thumbs flicked her nipples.
I watched, entranced, trying to decide what to do, then I saw John's
right hind move between them for a short time. I saw Brenda jump as
her skirt was pushed up toward her waist, then the hand came back out
so I decided John had tried to cop a feel. However, since the music
was still going and they were "dancing" I didn't think too much about
it.
I watched John sort of stumble and lose his balance, and then I heard
Brenda whimper "My God". I noticed she was biting her fist, then I
saw her legs really splayed out and watched in shock as Johns
movements became more of a thrust than a dance step. He wasn't
very obvious but I could see his ass cheeks tense and thrust forward
slightly in a repetitious manner. The song ended and they
just stood there, then John really slammed his hips forward into
Brenda's crotch and grunted, generating a moan from her. In a moment,
John backed away from Brenda and I could see his very wet boner
sticking out of his shorts, then I stared at Brenda's crotch and
watched as a huge glob of sperm ran down her thigh!
As he backed away, Brenda moaned "OHH no! Not yet Please!"
John looked at her and laughed "Tough baby. You promised
to strip if you lost and didn't. Why should I do anything for you?"
Brenda was so far gone into lust she didn't even look at me,
just reached up for a button, then John watched as Ray helped
her off with her dress and slowly moved between her splayed legs.
I don't know when Ray stripped, but watching him and my naked wife
fuck leaning against the pool table nearly gave me a heart attack
from excitement! Finally, Brenda and Ray came together and he pulled
out, leaving her leaning against the table with gobs of sperm draining
from her well-lubricated pussy.
Brenda looked around, licked her lips and started to pickup her
clothes. John and Ray moved to her, stepped on the clothing, and
John said "Hey. You lost. No clothes." Then they began caressing her,
kissing her nipples, frenching her and fondling her until she was hot
and ready to go again.
They stepped back and sat down to watch her as she writhed,finally
beginning to play with herself. They let her go until just before she
came, then grabbed her hands and held her to keep her from having an
orgasm. I heard some mumbled conversation, but couldn't understand
it, finally, she shook her head yes. Ray said "Louder. What did you
say?"
Brenda looked defiant, then said "Please. Would all three of you take
me to the bedroom?"
John scowled at her and said "And what?"
Brenda looked at me, then them, licked her lips, and barely loud
enough to hear said, "Please take me. Please. I need allof you to
fuck me."
John grinned at me, winked, slapped her on the ass and said "you
better run baby. We better find you in the right position when we get
there too!"
Surprisingly, Brenda did that. She muttered "Please" and RAN up the
stairs, jiggling naughtily and jolting tons of sperm out of her cunt
to drain down her legs.
I don't know how many times we banged her. The guys stayed all
weekend. We took her out Saturday night and danced, fondled and drank
until we closed the bar. On the way home Ray took her in the back
seat. What a trip! Driving home, nearly having a wreck a time or two
because I was craning me neck to watch one of my friends between my
gorgeous wife's splayed legs fucking her ass off in the back seat of
our car!
Turns out, though, this isn't the end of the story. Three of the
other wives are just like Brenda. The guys told Brenda she was now a
community wife and would be expected to take care of the three men
(four with me) during the nights we had games at our home. They also
told her not to expect me home early the nights I went to their home
because their wives would be serving as "entertainment" after the
game.
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