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Gentlemen's Night
By Shon Richards
"Its not too late to back out if you want," I said. The car was
idling and the Stevens hadn't seen us in their driveway. "I'll even
make the phone call telling them we're canceling."
Cassie laughed. "Not getting cold feet are you? You know me.
Once I get dressed, I'm ready to go."
She was ready to go. Her short blonde hair was perfectly styled
and looking glamorous. I could see the spark in her blue eyes that
meant she couldn't wait to get laid tonight. My wife was squirming in
her seat, the blue thong she was wearing obviously riding up her
beautiful ass. I thought about the matching electric blue teddy she
was wearing under her big coat and I realized I was ready to go as
well.
"Just being the thoughtful husband," I said.
She kissed me. "You get so protective before an orgy."
Helene greeted us at her door. She hid behind the door when she
opened it; not allowing the slightest chance of someone outside seeing
her. It was a smart move. Once someone saw her black corset and
matching fishnet stockings, it would be clear that someone unusual was
happening here tonight. The corset stopped just under her plentiful
breasts and held them up on a silk shelf. Helene wasn't even wearing
underwear and I'm sure the neighborhood had a rule against flashing
your pussy at the door.
"Like it? I bought it yesterday for the game," Helene said. Her
hands traced contours of her corset and I winced at how tightly it
cinched her waist.
"Oh neat," Cassie said. "Where did you get it?"
"Whoa," I said. "Let's save the girl talk for another day. I
still remember how you four killed an hour talking over vibrators."
Helene raised her eyebrows and looked at Cassie. "He's eager
tonight, isn't he?"
Cassie smiled. "That's my Ian, always in a hurry to try
something new."
"Ian's not the only impatient one," Helene laughed. She
scratched my chin, digging her fingers through my red beard. I almost
purred. Her nails always had that effect on me.
"The others are sitting at the table already," Helene said.
"Tony set up the poker table at the crack of dawn this morning. Ollie
and Susan showed up an hour ago just because they couldn't wait any
longer. Amanda and Keith came over ten minutes after them. I put them
to work in the kitchen."
I helped Cassie with her coat and Helene whistled when she saw
Cassie's teddy.
"Okay, I forgive you two for waiting to show up on time," Helene
said. "Tony's going to love that teddy."
"Is that Ian and Cassie?" Oliver yelled from the other room.
"Get their asses in here."
It was nice to see that everyone was as nervous as we were. It
was silly but true. We had swapped spouses for two years but what we
planned for tonight was special. It was an idea of Ollie's and I
wasn't surprised to see that he wanted to get started. I'm just glad
we talked him out of smoking a cigar at the game. That would just be
tacky.
As we walked in to the gaming room, I took Cassie's hand and spun
around like a dancer. The blue teddy twirled around her hips and
flashed the assembled players.
"Gentlemen, I present my stake," I said. The smiles on all of
their faces were priceless. I'm glad Cassie thought of that little
presentation. It reminded them of what we were playing for tonight.
Keith liked the idea too. He stood up and took Amanda's hand.
Of course, Keith had to make it funny so he twirled Amanda around and
around about six times till the athletic blonde punched him in the
shoulder. The girls laughed but the men simply watched. Amanda's
toned body was on full display tonight. She was wearing a green lace
bra that let us see the color of her nipples underneath. In typical
Amanda fashion, she had skipped wearing underwear and was wearing a
green mesh skirt that came down to her knees but concealed nothing.
"Here's my stake," Ollie said next. Instead of twirling Susan,
he simply picked his petite wife up and hoisted her on his shoulder.
It was clever. All of the men were reminded of how light and small the
brunette was and none of us could forget how easy it was to pick her up
and fuck her against a wall. Susan's long brown hair was shimmering in
the light, and I remembered the silky feel of her hair when she was on
top of me. Her modesty required her to wear a metallic gold bikini
over her pert breasts and sex but that was okay. No one was going to
forget her assets.
"I think you all may know my stake," Tony said. I felt bad for
Tony. Since he was shorter than Helene, spinning her wasn't easy but
he gave it his best. I just loved watching her hefty breasts jiggle.
The men took their seats while our ladies stood behind us. In
Susan's case, she stood to Ollie's side because quite frankly, we
wouldn't get to appreciate her if his chair hid her. We took out the
chips that we had painstakingly labeled a week ago. Our chips were
color-coded for our wives with the values written on tiny labels in the
center.
"Let's make sure every one remembers the values," Ollie said.
This was the guy who created the rotation-wheel for our first orgy, so
no one was surprised to see him getting anal with the rules.
"The smallest chip is a lap dance," Ollie began. "This is good
for a one song- lap dance from the woman who owns the chip. This chip
is good for ten minutes of phone sex. Five of either of these equals a
blowjob. Five blowjobs equal an hour of sex with the man's choice of
activities. Any of the chips can be redeemed until six months from
now. That's when the chips expire."
"I have a question," Keith asked. "I know we agreed that we can
redeem the chips at any time, but I was wondering how many can we
redeem at one time."
"Until I get tired," Cassie said. Every one laughed and I agreed
with her.
"Its up to the ladies," I said. "It's just like any of our
parties, when someone says stop, we stop. Plus, you can call the house
at four in the morning and ask for a blowjob but if Cassie tells you to
go fuck yourself, I'm not going to kick her out of bed to send her
over."
"Hear that Tony?" Helene teased. The teasing was normal for our
parties. It was always interesting how spouses would snip at each
other. Cassie once said it was a way of separating from your spouse,
as if we were letting the others now that we were now free game for an
interested person. The jokes flew back and forth until everyone had
inflicted a small dig against their spouse. When the mock insults
began to slow, I knew that the nervousness had given way to the desire
to continue on to whatever hedonistic pleasures would unfold tonight.
"Let's play," I said. No one minded the interruption to the
teasing.
The game was five card draw but I soon found there were other
games being played tonight as well. To my right, Amanda toyed with her
green mesh skirt. She flashed me several times, which was made all the
more silly by the fact that the mesh didn't hide her sex when it was
down anyway. To my left, Susan kept peeking at me from behind the
curtain of her hair. My eyes kept being drawn to the strand of hair
that she was chewing between her lips, and I wondered what fantasies
were playing behind her deep brown eyes. In front of me, Helene was
the worse. A single deep breath would cause her pale breasts to rise
and I had to watch them spill back over her tight corset. I wondered
what games Cassie was playing behind me for I kept seeing the men's
eyes flash to behind me. She must have been doing something for I got
Keith to bet very recklessly at one point. I knew that his eyes were
not on his cards when he gambled so much for my wife's favors.
We played our first few hands slowly. There was an excitement
that I hadn't counted on. When I gambled with my wife's promises, I
found myself treasuring her more than I had expected. No, I'm not
talking about the shyness that some couples have when they first start
playing games. The first time I watched my wife go down on a man I
knew I could never be jealous. The treasure feeling I was experiencing
had more to do with a new understanding of how much others value my
wife. When I bet a blowjob, every man's eyes would glaze over for they
knew that Cassie's blowjobs couldn't be beaten. It was the same when
Keith bet a lap dance from Amanda, when Ollie bet an hour from Susan or
when Tony gambled with Helene's dirty mouth for phone sex. We each had
treasures and maybe we didn't appreciate how special those treasures
were until they were sitting in a pile in front of us.
Helene was doing her best to distract me and she was succeeding.
With one hand on her husband's shoulder, her other hand went down to
between her legs. Quietly, subtly and almost invisibly, she stroked
herself while we played. Our eyes meet and her smile was wicked, which
is the main reason I lusted for Helene some nights. Tony didn't know
what she was doing and it was one of the reasons that she did it. Even
in an open marriage, Helene liked her secrets.
In silence we continued to play. Men who had freely shared their
wives last week were now miserly with their wives' affections. There
was no idle chatter when I raised the stakes with an hour between
Cassie's thighs. Keith made no jokes when he opened a hand with three
blowjobs from Amanda. Ollie's bright eyes were cold when he folded
after trying to bluff with a dozen lap dances from Susan. Even Tony's
usual aggression was blunted as he cautiously raised a bet to include
an hour of phone sex with Helene. We were different men at the table
and I wasn't sure I liked it.
The women fetched us drinks but remained quiet. Cassie said
nothing even when I lost six blowjobs from her in a single hand. Susan
gasped once when Ollie lost three hours of her petite body to Tony and
his lustful grin. Amanda groaned once when Keith lost an amazing two
hundred minutes of phone sex to me. Helene was the quietest of them
all. The busty brunette only smiled and nodded as her favors were lost
and spread around to all of us. I think she just liked to be won.
When we won favors from each other, we would set those chips
aside. It was an unspoken custom and just good common sense. Why
should I gamble a blowjob from Susan when I still had plenty from my
wife? There was no rule that said you couldn't dip back into your
winnings for a bet, but none of us were willing to gamble with what we
won.
Ollie was the first to quit the game. I was surprised. He
invented the game; I would have had him picked to stay until we dragged
him away. Instead, he just smiled and leaned back in his chair. He
pulled Susan into his lap and said that was enough for him. His
winnings were plentiful and he still had a decent pile of his own
wife's favors. Perhaps for him, just being able to play the game was
enough.
The second to withdraw was Keith. The comedian of our group
wasn't smiling when Tony snatched up the last of Amanda's favors. It
was clear that he had that fever that hated to quit a game, but if he
wanted to keep playing, he would have to use some of his winnings.
Sure, he wanted to play but could he risk a blowjob from Cassie just
for the possibility of winning another one from Helene? The answer was
not surprising. Keith gathered his winnings and dumped them into a
velvet bag he had brought for the occasion. Amanda sat in his lap and
squirmed until his familiar smile returned.
It was down to Tony and me. if I thought we were tense before, I
was completely wrong. The previous hands had been a mild summer
morning on the beach compared to the stress we were feeling now. It
wasn't just us against each other; we were also pitting the sexual
values of our wives against each other. The pot now only had two
colors and each hand of cards netted the winner a treasure trove of
favors from the loser's wife.
Helene was still stroking herself quietly, and only when she knew
my eyes were on her. She was licking her lips almost obsessively.
Tony's eyes were riveted on Cassie and I knew my wife was trying to
help in her own way. I would have loved to know what kind of teasing
she was doing behind my back but I kept my eyes on the cards.
I tried to ignore how flushed and hard Helene's exposed nipples
were.
I tried to ignore how tight her corset cinched Helene's waist.
I tried to ignore the promise her eyes held for me.
I failed. Unable to restrain myself any further, I decided to
end this game. I looked at Tony's small pile of Helene chips he had
left and looked at my formable hand of three eights. It would have
been easy to just quit but Helene's flirting was making me want to end
this game on a bang. I kept calling and raising his bets until his
reserves were nearly empty.
Tony has always had a problem with backing down. He followed my
bets even thought the stress on his face was clear to see. Recklessly
he spent Helene's favors until he finally backed down and just called
my bet. I took two cards and he took three. The smile that beamed on
his face didn't reassure me but then my two new cards weren't bad
either. They were two sevens.
His pot almost empty, Tony opened with the rest of it; three
hours with his wife, twenty minutes of phone sex and a lap dance. He
wanted to intimidate me. I simply called it and raised it with four
hours from Cassie.
Tony frowned. He needed to go into his winnings to cover the
bet. Helene leaned against him and her cleavage rested against the
back of his head.
"I want to write a marker," Tony said.
"You want to increase how much you are betting with?" I asked.
"Is that legal?"
We looked to Ollie. He shrugged. "As long as you agree, Ian, I
don't see a problem."
I tried not to growl. So much for bankrupting him. "How much
are you adding to your pot?"
"How about an entire evening with Helene?" Tony said. "She's
yours from sundown to sun up. Surely that would be worth about ten
interrupted hours of sex?"
The table was silent. Tony had crossed a line that we had never
really discussed. Yes, we have traded spouses, and on birthdays we
have even had uneven orgies that favored the birthday boy or girl. We
had just never had someone sleep over before. Always we had retired to
our separate beds and our original couples. What he was suggesting was
almost too close to real intimacy.
Cassie squeezed my shoulder. "I think ten hours is fair," she
said.
That's my girl. I trusted her judgment. Helene was more
difficult to read. Her face was blank but her eyes were on fire. I
just didn't know if she was angry or aroused. We would soon find out.
"Ten then and I call," I said. I threw six more hours in to even
the pot while Tony scribbled a quick I.O.U onto a piece of paper. He
tossed it in and smiled at me.
"Two pairs," he gloated. Aces and Kings. Wow, I would have been
cocky too. Not too cocky that I would gamble away a night with my wife
though.
"Full house," I said. Normally I felt pretty close to my
friends. When Ollie lost his job, we all pitched in to find him a new
one. When Amanda's mother died, we all took over the chores at her
house until she recovered. We were closer than friends and more like
family but I have to admit that when I knew that I had beaten Tony in
that hand, I had to fight the urge to yell and raise my hands in
victory. There was a primal urge to beat my chest and dance on his
defeat.
Instead I just shrugged apologetically.
"Fuck," Tony said. That was all he needed to say.
"Come on, sourpuss," Susan said to Tony. She climbed out of
Ollie's lap and took Tony's hand. "I bet I can cheer you up once you
cash in some of your winnings."
Tony's eyes brightened again and he swept his winnings into a
small box. Tony and Susan went upstairs to a guest bedroom while Ollie
claimed dibs on Amanda in the hot tub outside. Cassie patted me on the
back and kissed my head before taking Keith into the living room for a
midnight fuck. That just left Helene and me looking at each other
across the poker table.
"I can't possibly honor that deal Tony made," I said.
Helene walked over to me and put her hand on my mouth. Silently,
she sat down on my lap and straddled me. Her bare breasts pressed
against me and my beard tickled her neck as leaned down to my ear.
"Losing an entire night to you makes me so fucking hot," she
purred. "Granted, I could have lost to Ollie or Keith and still be
extremely horny, but losing to you is an extra bonus."
"Why's that?" I groaned. Now that I knew she wasn't upset, I
reached for her ass and cupped her buttocks in my hands. Pulling her
against me, I could feel how wet her sex was even through my jeans.
"Because you last the longest, and if I'm going to be someone's
toy all night; I'll want to be fucked all night." She nibbled on my
ear and ground her hips against me. "You will fuck me all night, won't
you Ian?"
"Yes."
"You'll make me suck your cock?" Helene asked.
"Yes."
"You'll make me ride your cock?" Helena asked.
"Yes."
"You'll bend me over and take me from behind?" Helene asked.
I growled. Still cupping her wonderful ass, I lifted her up as I
stood. Helene squealed as I dropped her ass on the poker table. Eye
to eye we stood and I could see my lust reflected in her eyes.
"Who's idea was it to bet an entire night?" I said.
She laughed. "It was mine. I suggested it to him this morning
as a way to get out of the hole."
"You knew if you suggested it in game, the other wives might get
offended," I said. When she didn't answer me right away, I reached up
and cupped her exposed breast in my hand. I rolled her nipple in my
fingers and felt her heart pound beneath my fingers.
"Yes," she hissed. "We might be swingers but some gals still get
jealous from time to time. What would Cassie do if I threw myself on
the poker table like that?"
"Some couples prefer a bit more honesty than that," I said. I
didn't stop teasing her nipple in my hands.
"Some do," Helene admitted. "Some don't. Which is why you are
happy to be with me right now."
I smiled and said nothing. I did like her lack of honesty. It
was almost a refreshing change of pace. Sex with her was always a
little dirtier than with anyone else. But if I wanted to keep her
excited, I couldn't admit it.
Instead I simply sat in my chair while she stayed on top of the
table. Helene purred as I slipped her long stocking covered legs over
my shoulders. She lifted her pussy towards me and I gladly dipped into
her sex with my tongue.
Her thighs clenched around me as I tasted her. Helene was so
amazingly wet. My tongue slipped over her lips and drew her desire
onto my tongue. The game had aroused her as much as it had aroused me.
She was my prize and the woman was desperate to be claimed.
Helene pulled my head into her and I devoured her, just as she
wanted. My tongue claimed her as mine. The tightening grip of my
hands on her thighs conveyed how much she belonged to me now. As our
spouses fucked elsewhere, I licked this sensuous woman on the table
where she had been lost. With abandon she humped my face as she
offered herself to me. I ate all that she had and more until my face
was covered in her desire.
"Lick it, lick it," Helene begged. She loved to talk. The woman
wasn't happy till she dragged the sex into the mud and smeared us with
the naughtiness of the act.
"Lick me out," Helene said. "Eat me hard and let me feel your
beard on my clit! Lick me harder than Tony can. Eat my pussy until I
cum on your face! I am yours, Ian, all yours to play with and fuck!"
On and on she talked as I licked her. She stopped talking once
when her climax hit her. Helene's dirty talk choked in her throat as a
moan poured out of her lips. I discovered something about myself with
that climax. A pussy that I had earned tasted far better than any
other pussy I had eaten before.
From elsewhere in the house, we heard Keith's strangled moan. He
had just climaxed, and I knew for certain it was from Cassie's lips.
He had claimed his prize and I knew I was jealous. Not of my wife's
tongue, but of the fact that he had claimed his prize.
"Turn over," I said. Helene looked at me as I unbuckled my
jeans. Helene watched as I brought out my cock and only when I stepped
out of my pants did she finally roll over. Onto all fours she posed on
top of the table. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her legs until
her thighs were off of the table. Helene wiggled her hips as I slipped
inside of her.
"Oh God, finally!" Helene said.
"Helene?" I said. I wasn't moving except for my cock. It was
happily pulsing inside of her.
"Yes, Ian?" she teased.
"I won you tonight," I said, pushing myself into her.
She moaned.
"I won your tight ass," I said with another thrust.
Her hands gripped the table edge as she shuddered.
"I won your wet pussy," I said with another thrust.
"Yes!" Helene agreed. She was pushing back and flattening her
breasts against the fabric of the table. My fingers clutched the
bottom of her corset and pulled her back against me.
"I won your tits," I said with another thrust.
"They're yours!" Helene agreed.
"I won you from your husband," I said with another thrust.
"You did!" Helene agreed.
"And now, I'm going to cum inside my prize!"
"Do it! Do it!" Helene yelled.
With Helene still begging me, I did. My knees shook as my cock
spilled inside of her. I fell forward, pressing her and her buoyant
breasts into the table. The climax was amazing. It was as if the
entire game was just one long session of sex and this was the finale.
I couldn't recall climaxing that hard and I described it in Helene's
ear as I recovered.
"And just think," Helene said. "That was just one one-hour chip
you cashed. You have a whole pile of chips to cash in the next six
months. Plus an entire night with me."
I laughed. "Fuck, winning sex is ten times better than just
swapping."
"That's why I can't wait for the six months to expire," Helene
said.
I laughed again because I could just imagine it.
In six months, it would be ladies' night.
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