Pinochle or Strip Poker?
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright 2011 By Ernest Winchester
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“Hi Sabrina. How are you this morning?” Betty’s voice came through the phone loud and clear.
“Well, I’m fine.” Sabrina answered, wondering at the odd way her best friend, Betty, had just opened the conversation. Why wouldn’t she be fine? Never mind that the two women had stripped naked the previous evening before their husbands, and each other, in a game of strip poker at her house. A game that would have been a normal evening of Pinochle except they discovered that Sabrina’s special Pinochle deck was missing one card.
“Oh, good. I was a little afraid you’d be unset with me for suggesting the switch in card games.” They had briefly discussed playing gin rummy in lieu of Pinochle until Betty had teasingly suggested strip poker.
“Now why would I be upset? Just because I lost the first three hands and was sitting there in my panties while the rest of you were mostly dressed. I’m a grown-up. I went in with my eyes open. And I can say that the boys did too—wide open.”
Betty’s laugh irritated Sabrina slightly. “But most of us caught up with you. Except for your husband Bert.”
“Yeah, that asshole still had his pants on by the time the rest of us were bare assed.”
“And the way the boys kept changing the rules. Making us stand there in our birthday suits while they finished the game.” Betty groused.
“Oh I just think it shows they were proud of the women they married.” Sabrina offered in defense of the men, though there was a tone of sarcasm in her voice. “I’m surprised they could concentrate on the rest of the hands after you joined me standing. And I guess it didn’t help when you put your arm around my waist and kept teasing them.”
Betty laughed again. “Yes, they did seem to like the show. And speaking of show, how did you like the hard-on Sam was sporting when he lost the last hand? I have to say, he made me proud, though I’ve never seen him so red in the face.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah, I certainly did notice.”
“But I feel cheated, not getting to see Bert’s. So, how was the sex last night?”
“What makes you think…oh, shit. It was great.” Sabrina didn’t need to suppress her grin with no one to see it. It bordered on a swoon, reliving the previous evening’s sex with her husband.
“Mine too!”
“I guess the excitement of it turned us all on.”
“So, does that mean you’d be game for a repeat the next time?”
“I guess that depends on whether the boys want to do it again.”
“Can there be any doubt? But I think the game went too quickly. We need to come up with a system to slow it down.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know…maybe some kind of point value to our clothes. Something along those lines. We’ve got time to work on it before the next game. I know something else we need to do before the next game.”
“What?”
“We need to go shopping for some really sexy underwear.”
“I like that idea.”
“But we can’t tell the boys.”
*
The card games normally alternated between the couple’s homes and the current game was scheduled to be at Betty and Sam’s. There they played at the kitchen table, which was smaller than Sabrina and Bert’s and made passing cards across the table easier. The men each had a customary beer in hand and the women held onto glasses of wine as the conversation began much as it would any other evening. The subject heavy on each mind was prudently avoided—the strip poker that they had played at Sabrina and Bert’s house.
If the men noticed the barely contained smirks on their wives’ faces, they tried not to read anything into them.
“Well shall we start?” Betty asked, as she placed the usual small tablet and pen at her husband’s elbow. As a CPA he was always the scorekeeper. She then dropped a deck of cards in front of Bert who was directly across from Sam. Neither woman had taken a seat and seemed to be waiting for something.
Bert picked up the deck, reading the stylized lettering on the front of the pack. ‘Pinochle Deck’ it read. Bert pried open the flap and slid the deck from the box. With only the back of the top card visible, he froze. Instead of the decorative artwork he expected, there was a drawing of a naked woman, a drawing he instantly recognized. It was the same as on the back of every card in the deck. He quickly turned the deck over to fan out the cards to see various women—naked women—photographs of beautiful naked women. It was the deck that he kept in his desk at home. Turning the fanned out deck over so that Sam could see, Bert grinned at his friend. Apparently they would not be playing teams again that night.
Sam looked to see his wife starring at him with a devilish smile on her face. “So, we’re going to do it again tonight?” he inquired.
“Unless you don’t want to. Don’t you want to?”
“Sure, if everyone else wants to.” Sam quickly glanced at the faces of his guests for their renewed input. Bert still had the shocked look while holding the naked ladies deck. Sabrina’s eyes contained the same twinkle that Betty’s had. “Alright! Let’s do it.”
“First, we’ve come up with some new rules.”
“Ah, who are ‘we’?”
“Sabrina and me.”
“So, you’ve been planning this?”
“Just listen up. You’ll keep score…”
“Won’t the clothes coming off tell the score?”
“No. Last time the game went too quickly. We want it to be slow and sensual. We each have the same number of articles of clothing, four—plus shoes. The shoes are one point each. The men’s socks go with your shoes. The rest of the clothes are three points.”
Sam started to interrupt, but his wife continued.
“Who ever wins a hand gets no points, but everyone else gets one point. We won’t start marking points until after both shoes are off. Anyone who accumulates three points has to take something off.”
“Okay, I can see how that will make the game slower.” Sam said, picking up the pen and snapping the point out, ready to mark the scores. Quick to catch on, he wrote their names on the tablet leaving room for hash marks.
“Now, when each player loses all of his or her clothes, that player continues to play.”
“Well what will that player have to give up the next hand he or she loses?”
“When that player has another third point assessed, then he or she has to submit to the winner of that hand.”
“Submit? What do you mean, submit?” Bert looked up at Betty, a puzzled look on his face.
“The losing player walks over to the winner and submits to a grope, or feel or suck. What ever the winner feels like doing. Is anyone adverse to that?”
“Well, I don’t know.” Bert looked as if he was going to back out.
“Come on, Bert. We’re all old friends here. Surely copping a little feel shouldn’t harm that friendship. It’s just a little more than we did last time.”
“But what if more than one naked player accumulates three points on that hand?”
“They get in line and wait their turn.”
“And besides, what if it’s two men or two of you women?”
“Winner’s choice. If he or she wants to pass, then they can.”
“But…”
Sabrina leaned over Bert and grabbed his jaw, pulling his face up to look at her. “It’s just a little fun. Lighten up. Like Betty said, it’s only a little more than before.”
“Okay.”
“Now, when one player has to peel something off, he or she must stand and give the other players a good show, not counting the shoes. And if more that one needs to strip, only one goes at a time. No one wants to miss anything.”
“Apparently you two have given this a lot of thought.” Sam gave his wife a quick look.
“You were in on all this planning?” Bert eyed his wife as well.
She nodded, breaking out with a thin smile.
“And you’re okay with it? All of it?”
Again she smiled. It broke a little wider.
“Now as to who sits across from whom, we flip a coin.” She pulled a quarter from her skirt pocket. She continued explaining as the coin spun through the air. “If it’s heads, you sit across from me, if it’s tails, you get to admire your wife, and vice versa”
Betty had caught the coin and put it on the table with her hand covering it until she was finished talking. Then she removed her hand. George Washington was showing.
“Well you’re stuck looking across at my little titties again.”
Bert wasn’t sure what to say, so he said nothing. He recalled the last time jokingly saying that hers were just fine, but with all the new rules the girls were putting forth, he wasn’t sure if he was going to like the new version. Too many things might happen that he wasn’t sure of. But he gestured toward the chair opposite the position he would move to as an invitation to sit at her own table.
Once he moved around and was sitting opposite Betty and Sabrina took the seat facing Sam, Bert began dealing. “Seven card draw, same as the last time,” he announced, as the cards spun out before the players. Betty won the first hand with three eights after drawing four cards, and three shoes and two socks total came off the other players. Sam didn’t need to begin marking points until the third hand when Sabrina had both of her shoes off and was assessed her first point. She recalled the last time when she lost the first three hands and was down to her panties. This new version was going to be much better on her, she hoped.
“Come on Sam, deal me a good hand. I don’t want to be the first to bare them again tonight.”
“I don’t mind.”
But she won the hand that Sam dealt with two pair, tens and twos.
As the hands were dealt and points amassed, Bert was the first to remove an article of clothing.
“Come on honey, show us what you got,” Sabrina said, as she drained the glass of wine.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t know by now…” Bert stood and backed away from the table, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Beneath it he was wearing a sleeveless undershirt. He was no body builder, but his broad, rounded shoulders and partly exposed pecs drew Betty’s attention as he sat down to resume the game. Of course she’d had seen those and more during the last game but she hoped that this time she’d get a chance to view the entire body.
In the next few hands Sabrina drew her third point and she stood to step back before slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She had worn a blouse with heavy enough material to hide any hint of the color or style of her sexy new bra and was confident that it would be a sensation as she smiled seductively at each of the men, anticipating their reaction. As she undid the buttons, she made a point of holding the blouse closed until all the buttons were undone, then with a quick flourish, she jerked the blouse open and off her arms.
The men gasped at the sight of her bra. It was bright pink with black trim outlining its edges, low cut enough to expose the top half of her large, creamy white breasts and the deep cleavage between them. There was a fake black-laced bow attached to the spot directly below her deep cleavage. Strips of black piping gave accent to the full curve of each breast. “You like?” she directed the question to all present.
“Wow! Nice.” The men agreed.
Betty had seen it while shopping, but had not seen it on her. She turned in her seat and stared in appreciation as well.
“Okay, whose deal?” Sabrina asked, as she sat back down.
The game resumed and Sam was the next to remove his shirt. He had a plain T-shirt that was revealed when his plaid shirt came off. The hands continued to be dealt and points accrued.
The next to reveal something was Betty. She stood away from the table so that each player would have a good view of her bra as she removed her blouse. After all, it was her rule. The bra uncovered also exposed her nipples, clearly visible through the extremely shear material of the bra cups. The nipples were hard and pointed, erect it seemed in response to the three pairs of eyes enjoying their exposure. The shear material was a very pale rose and the nearly black points stood out, circled by the equally dark areolas that contrasted the whiteness of her flesh. Her breasts, though smaller than Sabrina’s, were pert and perfectly round.
When she retook her seat, she refrained from folding her arms on the table before her, allowing Bert and the others an unrestrained view.
The points accumulated and Bert was soon bare-chested with his wife a hand following his. As she removed the pretty pink bra, her breasts sagged from their weight, the bra having under-wire lift support. Her brown areolas and pinkish nipples drew the attention and admiration of all present.
When the women shed their skirts in turn, they displayed the sexy panties that matched the bras that they had shed earlier. Sabrina’s was pink to match her top, with black trim and lacy bow attached to one thin elastic band at her right hip that went from the black trimmed triangular front, around her hips to tie in with a matching band that disappeared into the crack of her ass. She did a slow pivot to display the total garment, what little there was of it.
Betty’s lingerie bottom was as shear as the bra that had been removed a few hands earlier and her pubic hair was visible through the lightweight material just like her nipples had been before they were bared. Not only was her pubic hair quite visible, but so were the contours of her pussy, with the inner lips swollen and protruding against the fabric, like a wrinkled rubber balloon. Juice was leaking out and clearly dampening the shear material.
The hands continued to be dealt and Betty was the first to be totally nude. She peeled her flimsy panties slowly to allow everyone a good view of her naked body. Once they were off, she slowly pirouetted a full three-sixty before sitting back down. Sitting directly across the table, Bert’s eyes were pinned to her beautiful round globes and she didn’t need to look at his face to know what he was watching.
In the next hand Sabrina matched her nudity, as she backed away from the table and slowly began sliding the pink thong down her legs. She turned her back to the table while the thin strip of black material was still trapped between her ass cheeks. Tugging it free, the strip slowly peeled out before she slid the miniscule garment completely off her body. Then she turned back to allow all to admire her tiny pussy. Her vulva was so much smaller than Betty’s that her pubic hair completely obscured the labia. The hair patch was slender, nearly tucked away within her thighs and beneath her round mons.
Betty quickly amassed two more points and as the next hand was dealt, she knew that it was crucial to win or submit to the winner as the rules she had created dictated. She felt confident when she drew a third ten to go with the two she retained, but it wasn’t enough to beat her husband’s straight.
“That’s three points, honey. Time to be groped,” Sam said, after tallying the other players’ points. He grinned at the outcome of the hand, obviously relishing the new rules. Bert would need to remove his pants in the same hand but everyone seemed to concentrate on Betty and the grope she had coming from her husband.
Betty rose, pushed back her chair and took one step to be within an arm’s length of Sam who eyed her, top to bottom, obviously giving deep thought as to what he wanted to seize.
But instead of reaching out to touch her body, he said, “You know, if I recall the rules as you stated, I think you have to walk to the winner, namely me this time. I don’t think a single step constitutes walking. I think you should have to walk all the way around the table. Should we take a vote on it?” he said, when she started to protest. He broke his eyes away from his wife’s body to draw a consensus from his guests.
Bert shrugged, embarrassed to cast a vote, especially considering that he would be sitting with only his underwear on before the next deal. With the luck he had been having, he was afraid it wouldn’t be long before he would have to submit to someone. “I pass.” He said, meekly.
Sam’s gaze next went to Sabrina for a vote.
She grinned at her good friend, Betty, before saying, “Walk around.”
Betty capitulated to the majority and strode around the table to arrive at the other side of her husband. She was fully aware of three sets of eyes on her as she went. Sam reached out and cupped his wife’s pussy, feeling the wetness on her swollen and heavily protruding inner labia before sliding his middle finger in. He held his hand still for a few seconds, letting his guests wonder if his finger was working inside her cunt, then leaned forward with the obvious intent of sucking her left nipple.
Betty blocked his forward motion with a palm to his forehead. “One grope per win,” she backed away to dislodge his hand.
Sam’s middle finger was very wet and he popped it into his mouth to suck away the savory liquid.
Bert looked away, wondering at the way the evening was progressing. ‘What will be happening before the night is over?’ He wondered.
After Betty sat back down, Bert removed his pants and the play resumed. Three hands were dealt before anyone else had to do something. All had gone against Bert so it was his turn to expose his ass and genitals. He tried to do it quickly, but the girls would have none of it. “No you don’t. Back away from your chair and give us a good look. Turn completely around before you sit back down.” He complied, fighting back the embarrassment of his half erect cock. It had been at that state since ogling Betty’s ass.
Sabrina won the next hand and Betty the one after that. Bert knew that if he didn’t win the next hand, he would be groped. The only question was, who would it be? He was dealing and after dispersing the cards, he picked up his hand. He had bunch of shit—not a single card matched any other. If it were possible to hold five different suits, then that was his hand. He kept the three highest cards, two faces and a nine, discarded his four in the middle with the other players’ rejects and dealt out the requested cards before announcing, “Dealer takes four.” The best he came up with was a pair of nines. The naked women smiling out from the card faces were little comfort, seeming to mock him at that moment.
Sabrina was to his left, so she showed her hand first. “A pair of jacks.” Betty threw her cards into the discard pile, obviously unable to beat the jacks. So it would be either his wife’s hand on him somewhere, or Sam’s, though he expected Sam would pass if he won the hand. Counting on that, he hoped Sam would top Sabrina’s jacks, for he feared how playful his wife might become now that she was half way through her second glass of wine.
Sam delayed, looking at the tablet as if he needed a reminder of the various point counts. Slowly he spread his cards on the table. He had a pair of kings. “That’s three points for Bert, two each for Betty and Sabrina.”
“Ah, remember, you have the option of passing on the grope.”
“Nope.” Sam didn’t look at Bert, but his smirk was evident.
Bert quickly looked at the two women, silently pleading for some kind of intervention. Betty smiled at Sabrina before putting her right index finger into the air with a slow circular motion to indicate he had to walk around the table to reach Sam’s chair. As he slowly stood, he hoped that they would all understand that his nearly erect cock was a result of the naked women and not the prospect of Sam fondling him.
He circled the table and stopped beside Sam’s chair. Sam looked at his cock then up at his face before saying, “Turn sideways.” When Bert did, Sam gave him a hefty pat on the ass, saying, “Good play,” as if Bert had just scored a winning point in a sporting event—a common display of camaraderie among men—though seldom on the bare ass. Bert returned to his seat with a very reddened face, amid the wine reinforced giggles of the women.
Play resumed and Betty won the next hand.
“One point for Bert, two for me and three for Sabrina.” Sam said, marking the tablet. He knew that one more loss and his pants would be off, but still putting him well ahead of the other players.
Sabrina stood and circled the table, stopping in the spot between Sam and his wife, facing Betty, whose eyes slowly rose from her thighs, past her diminutive pubic bush and came to a halt on her large breasts. “I’ve long wondered how firm these were,” Betty said, as she reached out and squeezed one in each hand. “Very nice.” She said, as her eyes moved up to intently gaze into Sabrina’s.
Sabrina then turned to make the long return trip, dragging her hand along the backs of both men before retaking her seat.
One hand too late, Bert drew a full house to win the next hand. That gave Sam his third point and he quickly stood to remove his pants, dropping them across one of the folding chairs that held everyone’s clothes. Following Bert’s lead, he didn’t make a great display his tighty-whities but sat back down, confided that with their removal the game would be over and he wouldn’t be at the risk of a grope. He was the only one with so much as a stitch of anything on. But the hand had also given Betty her third point, making her the first wife to submit to the other’s husband.
She rose and slowly walked behind Sam, all the while intently staring into Bert’s eyes. She stopped before him, brazenly offering her body for display—and more. She spread her legs, opening her crotch. “So what will it be Bert?”
Bert eyed her pussy. Her pubic hair was still damp from the fingering it had received from Sam and her inner labia were swollen and moist as well. Tempting as it was, he was reluctant to invade it as Sam had done. His eyes moved up to her breasts. Though smaller than his wife’s, they were firm and alluring, the dark nipples hard and enticing. He knew he had to do something to play along with the evening’s fair and avail himself of a part of the woman he had secretly lusted for so long.
“Turn sideways.” He instructed. When she obeyed, turning so that she could watch her husband’s reaction, Bert placed his right palm at her waist and slowly slid it down her left ass cheek, then down to mid thigh before bringing it back to her lower lobe. He squeezed, digging his fingers gently into the flesh he had long warily watch move as she walked around during the various get-to-gethers. “Your wife has a nice firm little ass Sam.” Bert’s third beer had made him more brazen than he ever would have been sober.
“Yeah, I’ve known that for years. Don’t you just love it?”
Bert wasn’t sure Sam really wanted an answer, or if the question was rhetorical.
When Bert removed his hand, Betty returned to her seat to continue with the poker game. He was glad his cock was hidden beneath the table for it was throbbing hard.
Within a few hands, Sam had the opportunity to even the score with Bert’s wife. After she stepped around the table to stand before him, he took advantage of a long held desire of his own, grasping the large breasts and giving them full, but gentle squeezes, eyeing the pinkish nipples as they hardened before his face.
“Does everyone love squeezing my boobs?” Sabrina asked, with a giggle.
“I know I always have.”
“You don’t count. You’re married to them.”
Betty won the next hand and she beckoned Bert to come stand before her.
Bert was still a little embarrassed at the partial erection he sported as he walked to her chair. It had gone down somewhat since he had stroked her ass, but it flinched noticeably when Betty ran her fingers along the top, caressing it from the glans to its pubic bush as if it were a half-grown kitten.
Sabrina laughed and said, “I think it likes you Betty.”
After petting it like the hard snake it was becoming, Betty slid her fingers down and around his testicles, rolling them in her palm as Captain Queeg had done his steel Ben Wa balls. Continuing to massage them, Betty turned to look at her husband. “They feel just like yours honey.”
“Well, of course. We are the same species after all.”
Bert won the next hand and that gave Sam the third point to finally stand and become naked before the others. It also provided Sabrina’s third point and after Sam provided the final strip tease, Bert beckoned his wife to walk around the table to stand before him. He pressed his middle finger into her pussy, making it obvious that he was working it into her vagina as he rubbed the base of his palm across her hidden clit. Her vulva was small enough to be covered by his palm. He knew quite well how to do it for maximum effect. She quickly began quivering and had to force herself away to avoid screaming out with a rapidly approaching orgasm. She stood trembling for several seconds, fighting the urge to allow Bert to continue. Despite all that they had done over the previous two hours, allowing her husband to finger fuck her to an orgasm in the middle of their hosts’ kitchen was more than she was ready to do—at that moment.
Sam turned away to avoid her embarrassment and said, “Well I guess that’s the end of the poker game. Shall we get dressed?”
“No. I think we’re all comfortable now.” Betty said, “Anyone for another drink?” She needed something to divert her mind from the action that she had just witnessed and the feelings it had induced in her. She felt moisture escaping from between her swollen vaginal lips and slowly trail down her inner thigh.
After handing out bottles of beer to the men and refilling hers and Sabrina’s wine glasses, Betty grasped Bert’s hand and pulled him into the living room where she ushered him to the couch and had him sit. Sabrina followed with Sam in tow and bade him to sit beside her husband. The women then sat, each beside the other’s husband.
Betty took a sip of her wine before placing the glass on a coaster on the coffee table and began caressing Bert’s thigh, moving up to clutch his testicles in much the same manner as she had done during the poker game. Seconds later she looked up to make eye contact with Sabrina and gestured toward Sam’s genitals. Sabrina’s hand slid down and grasped Sam’s cock caressing it in a manner similar to what Betty was doing to her husband.
The men looked down, speechless. There was no doubt from the reactions of their cocks that they were enjoying the attention. Bert was the first to let out a groan.
Betty moved off the couch to pull Bert’s knees apart and squatted between them. Another quick eye contact between the women and Sabrina matched the maneuver. Together, they leaned forward to begin licking the men’s cocks. After several seconds of treating Bert’s cock like an all day sucker, Betty leaned over to lick one side of Sam’s cock while Sabrina continued to lick the other. When Betty returned to Bert’s cock, Sabrina stretched over to give her husband the same treat their friend Sam had enjoyed seconds before, two tongues sliding up the hard member.
As Betty’s lips surrounded Bert’s cock head he quivered. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
She lifted her head away and addressed her husband. “Why don’t you and Sabrina take our bedroom and Bert and I will go into the guest room. Then we’ll meet back here in an hour.”
The foursome rose and headed toward the bedroom hallway. Outside one of the doors, Sam and Sabrina paused. Sabrina had her arm around Sam’s waist as she watched Betty and Bert hesitate by another door. The four exchanged looks, each questioning the others. Sabrina and Betty seemed to agree. Sam appeared to have no objection. Only Bert remained skeptical, thinking it was all a joke—on him, he feared. He quickly realized that the others were waiting for his final approval as they all starred at him.
Bert loved Sabrina, of that he had no doubt. Even seeing her standing naked with her arm around Sam and their bodies touching at the hips, he knew he loved her. But this wasn’t about love; this was pure, unadulterated lust. He felt for Betty the same as he would feel for any attractive woman who happened to cross his field of vision; she was someone desirable, inducing a reaction more below the waist than in the heartstrings. It was a pure animalistic reaction, as with a dog in heat or a stag in rut. Could he do this and still love his wife? Was the titillation of an hour with a woman he yearned for on a much different level in any way lessen the love he had for Sabrina?
Betty pulled his face around to meet hers and her lips quickly sought and found his. Any doubt was quickly carried away in the answer to his long asked lascivious prayer. As his lips mashed tighter against Betty’s, his soft groan drowned out the sound of the other door’s closing. When he broke away from the kiss, the hallway was empty. Betty turned to open the door behind him and together they entered the room.
*
Betty turned on the light before closing the door and again wrapped her arms around Bert, leaning into another heated kiss. She reached down to grab his cock, squeezing it as Bert assumed she might be judging its firmness. It was hard and ready.
“Do you want me to finish the blowjob, or would you rather fuck?”
“You said we had an hour. I’m sure we could do both.”
She pushed him back to the bed and squatted to the floor as he sat on the edge of the mattress. Her lips were quickly around his cock head as she played the purple bulb with her tongue before taking most of the length down her throat. He looked down to watch her bob up and down his cock and he felt the heat returning to the intensity it had while on the couch and he knew she was about to receive a long brewing surge of cum. He didn’t know if she was experienced at finishing a blowjob, though he had every reason at that instant to assume she was, so he left it to her to take it if she wanted it. He knew that his wife was able to suck him off completely and do a very good job of it, but he tried to not think of his wife and what she might be doing right then.
Betty shifted slightly to present a better angle for his shaft to slide deeper as she reached out to grasp his testicles. She was too late to roll them in her palm as she had done earlier. They were drawn up tight against his crotch so she simply massaged the heavily wrinkled skin with the fingertips of her right hand while her left hand formed a tight grip on the base of his shaft.
She let out a loud groan as she felt the throb of his ejaculation as it pulsed through his cock and the hot cum surged into the recesses of her throat. Fighting the urge to slide his shaft out to collect the last of his squirts on her tongue so she could taste his creamy fluid, she kept it deep to allow nearly all to be swallowed. But she did pull the last few drops of it with her fist sliding up the shaft, sucking it onto her tongue with her lips tightly sealed around his glans. It was a salty, slightly sour taste as she slid it around her tongue before swallowing the small sample. ‘Quite comparable to Sam’s.’ she thought.
With a groan attesting to her approaching middle years, she rose to climb onto his body. “I took it deep, so you can kiss me without tasting any of it.”
She gave him little time to consider as she pressed her lips to his. As their lips opened and her tongue darted into his mouth, he thought he detected a slightly different tang from two minutes earlier. His arms automatically circled her torso after which his palms slid down to squeeze her ass cheeks.
“You like my ass, don’t you?”
“Why, just cause I rubbed it earlier in the kitchen?”
“Well, that too. But you are always looking at it.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Hey, a woman can always tell when a man is looking at her—and what part he’s looking at. But I have to say, I was disappointed then. I thought surely you would go for my pussy. I opened it for you.”
“Yeah, I thought so. But…”
“But what? You were thinking about it, I could tell.”
“Yes, I was. It looked so inviting.”
“It’s still here and waiting.” Betty crawled off Bert and edged into the middle of the bed where she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
He moved beside her, reached out to caress her thigh then brought his fingers to her pussy. Her pubic hair was wet and her inner labia were still protruding fully, a bundled mass of dark, wrinkled flesh. He plucked at the folds, slightly amazed at the size of them even though he’d seen brief glimpses of them in the last two card games, before prying them open and inserting one finger. Her vagina was very moist as far in as the finger went and it encountered no resistance.
“Do it the way you did Sabrina.”
The two women had very different genitals. Sabrina’s inner labia were very withdrawn, leaving her vulva with the appearance of a fuzzy closed clamshell most of the time. They only came out with vigorous fingering or oral stimulation and her clitoris was small to match, though extremely sensitive when manipulated with fingers or tongue and lips.
Betty’s clitoris, in contrast, was large to match the protruding labia that extended, swollen with the slightest fondle or even the hint of a touch. It jutted out, long and erect along with its clitoral hood, eager it seemed to receive any attention it could get.
Bert gave it some attention at Betty’s command, pressing the thumb muscle at the base of his palm against it before rotating sideways to press it against her pubic bone. With each pass of his palm, her clitoris rolled across the pelvic bone and she flinched as well as grunted with each passage. He slid a second finger into the hot passage and it quickly became soaked with the emissions her cunt was exuding.
Propped on his left elbow, he leaned over and drew one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking hard to make it rigid as it engorged. His hand was unrelenting in Betty’s cunt and she continued writhing from the action. She brought one hand to the unattended nipple, twisting it to add to her body heat, while the other went to grabbed Bert’s hand and pulled it harder into her pussy. Bert felt her vaginal muscles clamp around his two fingers as she cried out with her powerful orgasm. For a fleeting moment he wondered if the others down the hall could hear her. He shifted from her breast to her mouth to smother her screams.
Her convolutions slowed and she pulled his hand in so tight that he could no longer work his fingers into her pussy or his palm across her clitoris. With her breathing coming in spasms, he was content to watch her breasts heave. Even lying on her back, they maintained their firmness, not spreading outward as his wife’s larger breasts did in such a position.
Once her breathing slowed, she reached over and opened a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a small towel, handing it to him to dry his fingers. He wondered if she always kept a towel there or if she had placed it in preparation for the evening’s activity. The women had planned the action he was sure, right down to preparing the spare bedroom, it seemed.
Betty rolled off the bed and said, “I’ll be back in a minute. Then I’ve got something special I want you to do to me.”
When she left the room, Bert suspected she was going to the bathroom. If she was going to pee, and if what he suspected the special she wanted him to do was what he thought, then he hoped she would wash her pussy. He wasn’t fond of the taste of urine.
He also needed to visit the bathroom. The extra bottles of beer he had consumed during the extended card game needed to be drained. He was a little surprised that he didn’t have as much of a buzz as he would have thought, recalling leaving the last bottle on the coffee table.
When she returned and crawled onto the bed, he made a point of eyeing her crotch. The pubic hair was damp. All of it was damp, not just the area around her vagina so he assumed she had taken a wash rag to it and made a passing attempt at drying it. When she stretched out and opened her legs, he moved into position between her knees. They looked at one another, and Betty broke into a wide grin, realizing that she wouldn’t need to say anything more.
Bert reached down and lightly touched the protruding folds of her labia down near her perineum then moved the tip of that finger up, barely touching the wrinkled flesh. With each brush of fingertip against her, she flinched. “Man, these are really sensitive, aren’t they?”
“Yes and big too. A whole lot bigger than Sabrina’s, aren’t they?”
“Well, yes.” He didn’t want to be rude or cast a pall over their playing, but he wished she wouldn’t mention his wife. He was trying to keep his mind off what might be going on in the other bedroom, being in no position to start showing jealously.
“I read or saw something about a woman who had pussy lips like mine. She didn’t like them and had surgery to trim them down. I can’t imagine doing that. It would remove some very sensitive skin. I guess it’d be like a man losing his foreskin.”
“I wouldn’t know. I was circumcised as an infant and never had a say in the matter.” He continued lightly caressing her labia, noting that they seemed to be swelling even more and she was beginning to squirm slightly, lifting her hips in sync with his touch.
“Oh, that’s good! But don’t you wonder what it’d be like to have it? Oh!” She seemed to be having trouble continuing the conversation while enjoying his manipulation.
“I haven’t thought about it.”
“Oh god, use your tongue now.”
Bert moved closer and spread her labia with his fingers to note a thick sheen of creamy white liquid just inside. He stuck his tongue in and lapped out some of it. He pulled it back into his mouth and slathered it around, savoring the taste. With the next insertion, he drove his tongue in deeper and Betty lifted her hips to meet it. He slid his tongue upward, flicking its tip across her clitoris. She flinched even more. When he opened his lips and surrounded the long, erect organ, she grabbed the back of his head to pull it down harder against her. Her only utterance was a long, wavering moan.
As he continued giving her pussy all the treatment his mouth could deliver, she began screaming out and he was in no position to smother her mouth to silence her.
When she signaled that she had had enough by pulling up on his hair, he had a plentiful amount of the sticky liquid around his mouth. He also had a firm erection and a desperate need to urinate. And he knew he could only deal with one at a time.
“I need to go to the bathroom now.”
“To wash up, or pee? I know you’ve had a few beers without going.” Betty managed to ask while gasping for air.
“Well, both I guess.”
“Oh, let me help you. I love to hold Sam’s cock when he pisses.”
When Bert rose from the bed, Betty eyed his cock. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, then I’ll come in there.”
Bert went into the bathroom and quickly rinsed his face while willing his cock to subside. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to piss while it was fully erect. As he was drying his face, Betty slipped in. She walked up behind him and slid her arms around him, reaching down to play with his cock while pinching a nipple with her other hand. As she kissed him on the shoulder, she said, “Sabrina was right, you really know how to eat pussy.”
“Oh shit. Do you two discuss everything?”
“Pretty much. How else could we plan such a good time?”
“Don’t make my cock hard again. I’ve got to go pee first.”
“Well, let’s go.”
He stepped in front of the stool and Betty grabbed his cock to point it into the bowl.
“You’re making it feel too good. It’s getting hard again.”
“I can take care of that.” She curled her middle finger behind her thumb and released it, snipping his cock head. He bent over, cringing from the pain and his cock began softening. Within thirty seconds he was able to begin urinating. The first spurt went a little high and splashed off the raised seat.
“You better aim better than that. Remember, this is you bathroom and you have to clean it.”
Betty laughed but managed to keep the rest of the beer-laden, heavy torrent centered in the bowl. When the last of the stream trickled to a few ending dribbles, Betty continued squeezing the shaft, trying to coax the last drops out.
“If you’ve done this before, then you should know that you can’t get all the drops out. It’s like trying to drain a garden hose.”
“I don’t want you dribbling all over the house.”
“It can’t be helped. Why do you think there is always yellow spots in our underwear?”
“Here, take a wad of toilet paper.”
As Betty and Bert reentered their bedroom, he thought he heard the other room’s door open. He quickly closed his door, not wanting to see anyone from the other room until the hour was over. It had to be fun first, and any recriminations later.
Bert climbed onto the bed and propped himself on one elbow to watch Betty as she stood in the middle of the room, relishing the look in his eyes as they scanned her body. Then she stepped to the edge of the bed and her eyes shifted to his cock. “Did I snip it too hard? It’s really gone down now.”
“It does sting, right on the head where you hit it.”
“I’ll kiss it and make it better.” She climbed onto the bed but stayed on her knees looking down at his crotch before leaning down. When she did, her dark hair fell forward and Bert could no longer see what she was doing. But he felt her lips lightly touch his cock head, applying a gentle kiss. She applied it exactly where her finger had inflicted the pain. As her left hand held it, her lips moved slowly down the shaft, planting a kiss every inch. She nuzzled her nose into his pubic hair when she reached the base, inhaling audibly, absorbing the musty smell. Bert next felt her tongue press against the base and slide back to the head where she ran her thumb across the tip, then wiped the drop of urine on the bedspread. He felt his cock responding and knew that pre-cum would soon flush out the remaining yellow drops.
As she continued playing with his cock, using her lips, tongue and fingers, she said, “You know, we’ve still got to fuck?” Bert couldn’t be sure if she was talking to him or his cock, but he felt a flicker in it at the statement.
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten.”
After many more seconds of massaging, she raised herself and moved to spread her legs to either side of his midsection. Continuing to hold his cock with her left hand, she reached down and opened her engorged labia with her right. Slowly lowering herself, she guided the now rigid meat between her lips and continued downward at a leisurely pace until her crotch was firmly resting on his. It was done in one easy motion. Then she leaned forward, putting her hands to either side of his head.
“I hate to ask, but should we be using a condom?” Bert inquired.
“Both Sabrina and I are on the pill. And no one’s played around.”
Bert was waiting for her to continue by saying, “Until now.” But she didn’t.
“And I much prefer the feeling of a raw cock.” Grinning, she began gyrating her pussy on his cock in a tight circle.
“Oh, shit! You’re going to rip it off.”
“You wouldn’t miss it would you?”
“Yeah, I think I would.”
Again shifting her legs around, she began lifting her hips and dropping them back down, working her cunt on his cock, slowly at first, but soon with increased swiftness. As his cock neared orgasm, it grew extremely hot and he tried his best to thrust away from the mattress to meet her plunges. Though he and Sabrina occasionally had sex in that position, it wasn’t one of his favorites. He didn’t feel much in control and when he came, he felt like all his juice was going to fall out of her, which it did if she didn’t roll over quickly.
But with Betty’s knees spread out like the braces of a backhoe, he knew the chances of turning her over were pretty slim. As he came closer to ejaculating, he put his arms around her and pulled her down. Their lips met and a very heated kiss began. As lips were bruised and tongues entangled, the intensity of it pushed him ever closer to the brink and then it was her time to muffle his loud moans of rapture.
Sensing his explosion, Betty straightened her body and brought her hand down to rapidly run her fingers across her clitoris to bring herself the rest of the way. She continued squirming her cunt on his cock and he could do little but wait for her to finish as he felt his heated, satiated cock softening.
She came with screams that he was again unable to muffle and he wondered if the others in the master bedroom were keeping count. He also wondered at the fact that he hadn’t heard any shrieks from his wife, knowing that she was quite vocal when she came. A smile crossed his face at the thought that he might be giving Betty better service than Sam was giving Sabrina.
Betty stayed in position, holding him down until she regained a semblance of normal breathing at what time she lifted herself off his rapidly deflating cock. Globs of their commingled juice fell out of her, splatting thickly around his already wet and matted pubic hair. When she looked down, she broke out in a derisive laugh. “You’re a mess.” She scooted to the edge of the bed to retrieve the towel but liquid continued to drizzle out of her before she could reach over and grab it.
“Looks like you’ll need to change the bedding.”
“I was planning on it.” She said, as she wiped the towel through her crotch before handing it to him.
There was no clock in the room and even if there was, Bert had little idea of when they had paired off to enter the bedrooms. As the afterglow of the intense sex settled, Bert and Betty snuggled together on the bed gently caressing one another.
“Now aren’t you glad I gave you that nudge?” Betty asked, as she ran her fingertips over Bert’s chest.
“What do you mean?”
“In the hallway earlier. You were hesitating, I could tell.”
Bert thought back to that instant. He certainly had wavered as the others stared at him, waiting for what now seemed to be the deciding vote. “So whose idea was all this in the first place?”
“I like to think we were headed in this direction all along. All the teasing and sexual banter over the years.”
“But you girls cooked this up together. Someone had to mention it first.”
“Listen, if you’re having regrets, blame it on me.”
“I wouldn’t say I have regrets. And you’re right; we did seem to be edging toward something like this. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“And don’t get angry with Sabrina. She took a little coaxing too. I just thought it would be better to do it together. I would never sneak around on Sam. And I know you and Sabrina wouldn’t cheat on each other. We all love our spouses. So what we’ve done tonight isn’t going to affect that. We’ve just had some good clean fun. Well, maybe a little messy fun.” She added with a laugh.
“You’re right. It was just a little adult recreation.”
“Good way to look at it. So unless you’re ready to go again, I guess we should go out and finish our drinks.”
Bert watched Betty’s ass move so lusciously as she headed for the door, wondering if he could go again. It had been a long time since he’d managed three times in one night—but even that was a long way from his wedding night record. He’d loved Sabrina so much that night—and often.
Betty stopped at the door and without turning around said, “You’re looking at it again. Next time I want you to do me doggie style. I know you’ll love the view then.”
*
When Betty had pulled Bert’s face to her in the hallway and their lips met—then opened in what was obviously a very willing manner—Sabrina and Sam exchanged delighted smiles and quickly, but quietly opened the door to the master bedroom and entered. Sam closed the door as quickly, but quietly as he could. They paused for enough time to allow Bert to react and come storming into the room and interrupt them. When he didn’t, they slipped their arms around one another and initiated their own heated kiss. When their lips parted and their tongues returned to the proper mouths, Sam brought his hands around to Sabrina’s chest and gathered her breasts, one in each hand.
“You like them, don’t you?”
In lieu of an answer, he pivoted his palms so that he could rub the pads of his thumbs across her nipples. Each time the nubs were crossed, they grew more erect until they folded down to pop back out when released. With engorgement they changed into a brighter shade of pink. No longer content to look at and manipulate them, Sam leaned down to take one in his mouth, sucking not only the nipple in, but as much of her pliant soft flesh as he could manage, which included the large, pale brown areola.
Sabrina closed her eyes and moaned, sagging slightly to reach down and gather his testicles in her right hand. She rolled them just as Betty had done Bert’s in the kitchen. With her eyes still closed, she said, “Betty was right, you men do have similar balls.” She released the orbs and gently grasped the hard cock just above them. A large drop of pre-cum smeared across her wrist and after several seconds of squeezing the hard cock, she brought the deposit to her mouth to lick it away.
Sam was too busy enjoying her nipple to comment. With one hard and extended, he moved to the other to give it equal treatment. When he lifted his face away from her breasts, he guided her toward the bed and gently lowered her to the mattress. He then crawled on beside her, cupping her face in his hand to kiss her. “So what do we want to do first?”
“At this point, the question is, what will we do third? I’ve got first and second well planned.”
“My god, you two girls sure aren’t leaving anything to chance, are you?”
“Well, there was that moment a few minutes ago when Bert couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to or not. I don’t think he was taking us all that seriously.”
“So you two hadn’t discussed this?”
“No more than you and Betty did.”
“What if he’d said no, then what?”
“For one thing, there would have been two very disappointed girls.”
“And to get back to us here, what is the first thing you have planned?”
“I’m afraid that you will be dissatisfied with my little pussy after what you’re used to.”
“I don’t think I’d be unhappy with that cute little cunt of yours.” Sam shifted around readying himself to spread her legs.
“No, first we sixty-nine. Do you want top or bottom? I really think I should be on top so you won’t choke me.”
Sam stretched out on his back, eager to let Sabrina take the lead. She spread her legs over his face and lowered her pussy to just beyond his tongue, teasing him with its nearness. She knew he could see it, smell it and hunger for it. Reaching back, she drew out a pillow from under the bedspread and tucked it under the back of his head, raising his mouth within a tongue’s stretch of her vulva. She slowly brought it down to allow him full access to her small pussy.
Sabrina brought her fingers down to spread open her sparse pubic hair, allowing him easy entry. His tongue entered, giving him his first taste and feel of her slender inner labia. Though they may have been tiny, they were very sensitive and she gasped, inhaling deeply as Sam’s tongue lapped at them, easily stroking their length with each movement. It was but an inch or so to reach her clitoris and when he did, she trembled before lowering her face to be near his cock. She shifted her bottom slightly to maintain contact with Sam’s tongue as she began licking his cock head. Her breasts had hung down before she lowered herself and they flattened out against his lower chest and stomach. It wasn’t long before the heat of their bodies created a layer of sweat between them.
Sam used the tip of his tongue to force back the hood to expose the tiny nub hidden within her outer labia, and when he circled it, Sabrina flinched quite violently. He felt heat building before his face and sensed it in her thighs as his ears warmed from her radiant energy. As he licked deeper into the cunt, he brought his hands around to caress Sabrina’s ass. From the position he was admiring it, he realized as he always had, that it was larger than his wife’s. Not by much but enough to reinforce the obvious fact that it was not his wife he was ministering to.
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