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Company Poker Night
By trukin_fool

I was finally on the fast track to success. The first company that I
submitted my resume to, accepted me after one interview, My name is
Tom Adams.
I had gotten married and was hired straight out of college. I worked
for the big corporation for three years. They hired me, because of my
professor, who originally found me the job.
After three years of employment, I realized I was constantly being
passed over for promotion, and understood why. There was too much
competition. All of my classmates were also hoping to excell, and
every one of them was my competiton.
I then heard of an up and coming small company, who like me, was ready
to take risks, to get ahead.
The company, a consulting firm, was located one hundred fifty miles
away, in a small mid western town. At first my wife Kate, was
aprehensive at the thought of being so far away from her family, but
realized the possibilities, when the offer came through.
A small town consulting firm, with limited employees. and the same
drive I had for success, and advancement.
For the interview, my wife was required to accompany me. She was
scrutinized as well as I, because of the nature of the business. I
would be working closely with high government officials, and  with
secret institutions.
After the interview, I was readily accepted, and was given moving
expenses, and an advance on my salary, to relocate, as quickly as
possible.
Kate and I scoured the town, for a small starter home, but found only
one house for sale, in the entire town. The house was a huge two story
tudor, with an enormous yard. Being in the small town, the price was
easily affordable, in comparison to the city dwellings.
Within days, we had moved in, and were unpacking, because of the
urgency of getting me to work quickly.
As we unpacked, the doorbell rang. It was our first visitors, the
welcome wagon of sorts.
"Hi. Welcome to Sunny Hills. I'm Gloria, and this is  Lynn." A short
chunky raven haired woman said to Kate as she opened the door.
Both women entered the doorway, and Lynn handed me a fruit basket,
while Kate closed the door.
"Oh. Such a beautiful house. Would you mind showing us around?" Lynn
said to Kate.
"Er, I don't know." Kate stammered. "We're still unpacking, and
everything is a mess."
I felt uneasy, as Gloria stared directly at my crotch and spoke.
"That's OK sweetie, everything looks fine from here already."
Flashing me an evil grin, gloria returned her gaze to Kate and
continued.
"You must show us the rest of the house."
"Oh, I guess it's OK, but remember, we're still getting set up." Kate
replied.
Both women followed Kate upstairs, as Lynn now flashed me a wanton
stare, before ascending the steps.
Both women were blatantly obvious in their looks towards me, but I
took it as loneliness of being trapped in the small town.
I placed the fruit basket on the kitchen table, and returned to the
large sitting room. Upstairs, there was a lot of laughter and
giggling, before the women began to come down the stairs.
"You must join us tomorrow." Lynn said to Kate as they reached the
doorway again. "All the company wives will be there. Your husband will
be working anyway."
"While hubby's away, the girls play." Gloria added, flashing me a sly
wink.
Kate looked at me with questioning eyes, and I nodded in return.
"OK." She answered. "I'll be ther at one."
After that, both women left, both glancing over their shoulders at me,
as they departed.
"They seem very friendly." Kate said, closing the door.
Too friendly, I thought to myself, as I re entered the kitchen.
The rest of the day, Kate and I spent unpacking, and rearranging
furniture. That night we made love like newly weds, in our new house.
Kate was excited about the trabsistion, and she had three wonderful
orgasms in a row. Something that only happened once before, with me.
The next morning I was off to work, and arrived with the confidence
and drive of a seasoned professional. I met my coworkers, after which,
my boss showed me my new corner office. I was like a kid as I wallowed
in the joy of attaining such a prized work area.
I was introduced to Heather, my new personal assistant, who I was
told, would be my right hand, as I worked on different projects.
Heather was a young blonde bombshell, with huge tits, and a small
tight body. Her sexy body was to die for, as she showed me the
accounts I would be working on. She took every oppotunity to rub her
enormous chest against my arm, as she explained the inner workings of
the company.
"I hope I meet your standards, and hope to be as good as you require.
If there is anything you need. I'll do it, or get it for you. Just
ask." She said as she left my office.
I watched her ass sway as she departed, in her short summer dress.
It was nearing twelve o'clock, when I decided to call Kate, and brag
about my new position.
"Oh hi hon. I'm just getting ready for the meeting of the girls club.
What's up?" She said excitedly.
I was glad she took to the small town life, and hadn't been sulking
about leaving her family so far away.
"Oh I just called to brag about the big corner office I was given, and
even my own personal assistant." I said in a sexy voice.
"Really? That's nice." She said, as she was noticably rushing to get
ready. "We'll talk later, when you get home."
After I hung up the phone, Bill, another coworker entered my office.
He handed me a small silver picture frame.
"Here you go Adams." He said. "You need to put a picture of your wife
in here, and display it on your desk. That way you won't get
sidetracked, and you'll remember what you're working for."
It was a nice gesture, I thought to myself.
"Poker night tonight." He added. "Are you in?"
"I should really get home after work, and spend time with Kate,
unpacking and settling in." I said.
"Don't worry." Bill said with a smile. "It's girls club today. She'll
be out for half the night."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Absolutely." He replied confidently. "They'll take her out, and show
her a good time. They'll be out drinking and dancing till midnight."
A pang of jealousy hit me, at the thought of Kate drinking and dancing
with other men.
"Don't worry." Bill added. "The wives do this twice a week. You in?"
"I guess so, if she's going to be gone anyway." I answered.
"That's the spirit. John will pick you up at six." He said as he left
the office.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur, as I learned the techniques of
this new job, and found my through the long list of clients.
When I reached home, the house was empty. I made a small dinner and
showered, before getting dressed in casual clothing for the game. At
six sharp, John was in the driveway. We headed to the game, with very
little small talk.
Upon entering the house for the game, I was shocked to find women
there. Not wives, but all of the personal assistants, including
Heather.
All six of the men soon sat, and I joined them at the table. With
seven of us playing, I was expecting to loose a great deal of money.
Money which I was quite short of, because of the move, and expensive
details.
"Seven card stud." The dealer announced. "Ante up."
Everybody placed a dollar bill on the table. I followed suit, and soon
we were playing.
As the game continued, Heather filled my drink. She watched over me
like a hawk, making sure I was never without snacks or drinks.
I won the first hand with a full house. As I pulled in my winnings,
Heather counted up the money. She took half, and placed it in her bra.
"Only sixty one dollars more." She said as she went to refill my
drink.
I sat with a puzzled look on my face, as the cards were again dealt.
This time Paul won. His personal assistant, did the same as Heather,
but stated that he needed eighty dollars more.
"What's this all about?" I asked as the cards were again dealt.
"A hundred dollars for a blow job, one fifty for some ass, and two
hundred for a straight fuck." John replied.
"From who?" I asked.
All the men laughed at my question, before Bill answered.
"Why, from Heather. Of course."
"But I ...." I tried to explain my marriage vows.
"You don't like women?" John asked. "Are you gay?"
Laughter again filled the room. I was embarrassed to admit my
fidelity, and remained silent through the next few hands.
I had reached one hndred fourteen dollars, when Heather asked.
"Ready? Or are you going for more?"
"I'll, uh, go for more." I answered.
"Don't forget buddy. If you lose, you'll be left high and dry." Kieth,
the black man said. "And tomorrow, Heathers' going to be a broke
frustrated bitch at work.
Heather smiled sweetly at me, as I dealt the cards.
"Don't worry." She whispered in my ear, in a sultry voice "I have
confidence in you."
Her confidence was not misplaced, as I soon reached one hundred fifty
six dollars. This meant she had that much, shoved in her bra, and I
had that much on the table.
"Well?" Heather asked seductively.
"Not yet." I answered.
The drinks were flowing abundantly, and I was getting more wasted, as
I hadn't ever drank this much, since college.
After two more hands, I hit a huge jackpot. This put me over two
hundred dollars. Heather grabbed her share, wadded the rest up, and
shoved it into my pocket. She grabbed my hand, and pulled me roughly
from the table. She led me staggering to a bedroom, and once inside,
she began to strip.
'I knew you could do it. I just knew." She said as she undid her bra,
placing the money on the night stand. She quickly peeled off her
panties, and lay on the bed.
"Well? Are you just going to look, or are you going to collect your
winnings and fuck me?" She asked excitedly.
As if in a daze, I slowly removed my clothes. The thought of my wife
was no longer an issue. I was alone with this fine young sexy woman,
and I was bound to have her.
"ooooohhhhh." Heather sighed as I removed my underwear. "That's a big
one. I'm going to love this."
I knelt on the bed, as she spread her legs, baring the fully shaved
mound of her pussy.
"Do whatever you want." She cooed. "You've earned it."
I placed my hands on her firm tits, as my head lowered it inhale the
musky essence eminnating from her pussy. My tongue darted into her
crack, as she began to squirm. She was already extremely wet, as I
sucked her clit, sending shudders throught her body. I( was so
overwhelmed by her body, that I couldn't wait.
I crawled up ontop of her and with one lunge, I buried my cock deep in
her hot box.
Heather moaned in delight as I started my fuck rhythm, and I soon had
her writhing in ecstacy. She was quick to get off, and I lost soon
after that. I pumped her full of my seed, as she clung to me, striving
to take me deeper, and harder.
The whole fuck only lasted a few minutes, but was unmistakably the
best quicky I had ever had.
Heather collapsed, as I crawled off her prone body, and sat on the
edge of the bed.
"Mmmmm." She groaned. "I hope you're on a roll. I want seconds of
that."
I stood on shaky legs, and got dressed.
"Go out there and win some more. I'll be looking forward to another
round of this." She said, sitting up, holding her hand at her pussy,
trying to keep my sperm from leaking out onto the bed.
The alcohol was affecting my judgement as I slowly went back to the
table. I had planned on a nice evening alone at home, with my wife,
but here I just got done fucking my assistant, and everybody at work
knew it. I began to have remorse, but as I reached my chair, nobody
said a word. It was as if I had gone to the bathroom, and came back.
I pulled my money out of my pocket, and was again dealt into the game.
"You'd better do something spectacular now Adams." John said. "I'm
just about up to you."
I noticed the large pile of money before him, and wasn't going to let
him win more than me. I played like a pro the next few games, and soon
had half of his money, or I should say a quarter of it. Heather, who
had returned, took the other quarter.
By eleven o'clock, the mood got more intense, as everybody began to
bet heavily. John bet his entire pile of money on one hand, and lost.
This wasn't quite so bad, as I had won it. At eleven fifteen, Kieth
stood, and left the room.
"Last hand, this is for the jackpot." Bill announced.
He dealt the cards, and immediately folded. His fold was followed by
the others except Bill. Bill and I were the only ones with big piles
of money left. I drew an ace, and Bill turned red at seeing his card.
"Looks like like you're the winner tonight." He said, after throwing
his cards in.
The men all stood and stretched as if they were tired, and wanted to
go home. Heather joined me at the table and divided up my winnings.
"Four sixty two. Tom wins." Heather said out loud. "He gets the
prize."
The men all congradulated me, and began to leave.
"Have a good time." John said as he left the doorway to go home.
"What now?" I asked Heather, as she watched Kieth re-enter the room.
"I have to go home, and John drove me here."
I noticed Kieth walk to the door and leave, as he turned and smiled.
"Just relax. You'll be spending the night here. I'll go get your
clothes for tomorrow." Heather said, with a smile. "Just don't get too
excited before I return. I want to share. But for now, go to the
bedroom and have a good time."
I had no idea what Heather was talking about as I watched her leave
also. I stood alone in the room confused and bewildered, at what was
atking place. I knew that Kate would be upset if I didn't return home
soon.
I ambled down the hallway to the first bedroom. It was empty, and I
walked in and sat quietly on the bed. I wondered what was happening,
and why was I still here. I should leave and go home.
Suddenly my thoughts were interupted, when the light was turned on,
and a beautiful young black woman entered the room.
"You all going to do it by hand? Or are you just shy?" She asked.
As I watched the ebony beauty walk towards me, I couldn't help notice
her large breasts bouncing beneath her flimsy nightie. As she neared
me, I noticed that the flimsy nightie, was all she was wearing. Her
thin patch of pubic hair was clearly visible through the silky
material.
"Wh ....who are you? And what are you doing here?" I asked, in a half
drunken stupor.
"I'm tonights jackpot." She answered, kneeling on the bed next to me.
"I'm the grand prize."
"Grand prize? I won at poker, that's all." I stated in embarrassment.
"That's right sugar. You won at poker, and now I get your winnings."
She said reaching for my crotch playfully.
I froze, as she gently massaged my near erect cock through my pants.
"Oh baby, you have a nice one, for a white boy." She said in a hoarse
whisper. "It feels so good."
"But who are you?" I asked again.
"My name is Rachael. I'm Kieth's wife. Why? Are you prejudice?" She
asked still squeezing my cock.
"You're Kieths wife?" I said, suddenly scared.
"Yes sir. I'm Kieths wife, and what's up? Don't you like brown sugar?"
She asked, squeezing harder now.
"Yes, er, I guess ...." I stammered. "It's just that ... you know.
You're married."
"That's the point." Rachael explained. "If I wasn't, you wouldn't be
here with me as your prize. You did win at poker tonight? Right?"
"Yes I did. I won the use of my personal assistant." I answered.
"Well sugar. It looks like we all three won then. I've been dying to
get at that little cunt for weeks." She said. "You see, whoever wins
the most at the end of the night, has to share with the  home players
wife."
I got a confused look on my face, as she continued to explain.
"Kieth, my husband, hosted the poker party tonight. Them men rotate
houses every week. Who ever ends up with the most money at the end of
the night, has to sacrifice their wife to the winner, in exchange for
a good time, the rest of the night. Is Heather coming back?" Rachael
asked.
"Yes, she left to get me some clothes." I said absentmindedly, as this
woman began to squeeze my cock to full hardness.
"Good." Rachael spoke. "Let's get you to the workbench, and get you
comfortable."
"Work bench?" I asked, as Rachael giggled.
She dragged me down the hall to a big bedroom, and pushed me onto the
bed.
"Let's see how big this cock is, shall we?" She whispered.
Rachaels hands were like those of an expert, as she swiftly undid my
pants and shirt. As she tugged at my underwear, she inhaled deeply.
"I can smell her on you. She has the sweetest aroma I ever smelled. It
almost intoxicating." She said. "Oh my lord. It's bigger than Kieths,
and fatter too. You sure you ain't black?"
As I sat cofused at her actions, Rachael dropped to her knees, and
hummed happily, as her mouth engulfed my cock head.
As the black woman sucked greedily at my pole, I heard the front door
open and close. Soon Heather was standing in the doorway. She smiled,
and then entered. She hung up a suit and shirt, at the closet door,
and walked over to us.
"Still on the first round stud?" She asked with a sexy voice. "I'd
have thought she'd have you drained by now. I hear she's really good."
Rachael stopped sucking for a second before answering Heather.
"I'm gonna make this last. He's big and fat, but you already know
that, don't you?" Rachael said, before swallowing my whole cock, down
her throat.
As Heather watched me get sucked off, she began to remove her
clothing. Again I saw her beautiful cone shaped tits, and her hairless
slit. She began to rub her pussy at the sight of us, and squeezed a
tit, with her remaining hand.
As Heather began to get off by herself, she moaned and shook. Rachael
let loose of my cock and stared.
"Look at this horny tramp. She already had your cock once, and now
just the thought of it is making her cream." Rachael giggled.
"So who do you want first sugar?" She asked me, still holding my cock
in her hand. "You like white meat, or dark meat?"
Excited as I was, I answered "Ass meat." Both women stared and soon
smiled. They were evidently ass fuck whores.
"You said earlier, that you waited a long time for this tight little
cunt, well here's your chance."
Rachael understood my meaning, and roughly grabbed Heather, and threw
her on the bed. She landed on her back, as the black woman seized the
opportunity to straddle her face. As she did so, she quickly forced
Heathers legs open and began to suck her pussy.
I assume Heather had never had a female lover, as she fought the idea
of a horny black pussy, poised at her mouth. Rachaels exertions paid
off, as shortly Heather was cumming.
"Now suck her pussy." I said as Heather feebily began to lick and kiss
Rachael's parted lips. Before long, both women were orgasming
repeatedly.
This was my opportunity. I grabbed some cum from Rachaels pussy, and
coated her ass with the fluid. I stood behind her, and slow inserted
my cock up her tight butt hole. Rachael moaned into Heathers pussy, as
my cock slid into her halfway. She began to tongue Heathers pussy with
more rapid strokes, thus Heather was again cumming. The intense sex,
had me overwhelmed, and I was ready to blow my nut up her ass, when I
felt Heathers lips around my balls. She sucked first one, then the
other into her mouth, and played with each, with her tongue. It was
not long before I filled Rachaels ass with a thick load of cum.
By this time I was drained, and tired. I rolled off of the women, and
fell asleep immediately.
At four o'clock in the morning, I awoke, and had to pee. I relieved
myself, and upon my return, the two were again in a sixty nine. My
cock was flaccid, but stirred a little, watching the two in a lesbian
love grip. This time however, Heather was on top.
As Rachael noticed me entering the room, she made hand signals to me,
pointing at Heathers ass, up in the air. Again my cock stirred, but
this time it reacted normally. It began to bounce and throb, arising
to full erectness.
It was now time for Heather to receive my cock up her shitter.
Without forplay, I placed the tip of my cock at her tight ring, and
pushed.
Unghhhhh." Heather cried out, not expecting the rough invasion of her
poop chute. She fought to get away, but between Rachael's arms around
her waist, and my hands gripping her hips, I remained seated deeply in
her bowels. After a few minutes, she relaxed and submitted to my rough
assault.
For the next twenty minutes, I pounded her asshole raw, finally
shooting my small amount of cum up her nether hole.
Again I collapsed, I was in heaven, and fell dead asleep.
At seven o'clock, I was awaken with a kiss and a hug from Rachael, and
then Heather. The strange surroundings were terrifying to me, as I
knew Kate would be worried sick.
"I've got to go home." I said fumbling for my clothes. "My wife is
going to kill me. I have no explanation at all for this."
"Don't worry Tom." Heather said. "It'll be OK."
"How could this ever be OK?" I asked exaspirated. "Kate and I are
married. I'm not supposed to be having sex with other women." I
screamed.
"Listen Tom." Rachael explained. "Last night was a weekly poker game.
You won the jackpot, and now you're over it for another week. Your
precious little wife was out with the girls, and unless I miss my
guess, she got laid too. However not by some strange guy, but one or
more of the wives. We're all a little bisexual, and your wife looked
like prime meat. I so much wanted to be there with her, but I'm well
satisfied with what I got last night."
"You see?" Heather interjected. "The wives all know fully well whats
going on. The husbands get to check out some new chick, while the wife
gets the opportunity to screw around, without looking like a slut.
Rachael and I made a cool haul last night. We get to split the
winnings, while you get your rocks off.ot a bad trade, huh?"
"By the way Tom." Rachael added, while running her hands down her body
in profile. "You got what you got last night, I was your slut, but
today I'm just plain ol' Rachael. I'm Kieths wife, and happily
married. Don't even try to hit on me, outside of the poker party,
every seven weeks. I'll have Kieth, kick your ass.
"The same for me Tom." Heather said. Until next week, it's all
business. If you start anything in the office, or after work, with me,
I'll sue you for sexual harrassment. Now you understamd?"
"When does my wife have to be involved?" I asked sheepishly.
"The schedule is posted in the ol' man's office." Rachael explained.
"I think it's John's turn to host next week. His wife Georgia, is a
hot number. Kieth's had her, and so have I. She screams AND squirts.
What a combination. And just don't worry about your precious little
wife Kate being pissed at you. If I know the girls, they've left marks
all over her body, that she can't explain, due to the grass, the
pills, and the alcohol last night. Trust me, she'll be busy worrying
about how she got marked, more than what you did. And that's how
she'll be more pliable, her first hosting of poker at your house."
"OK." Heather spoke. "It's time to gather yourself up, and shower. You
have to be at work in an hour. Breakfast is on the table, whenever
you're ready. I'll drive you there, whenever you want."
"I suppose I couldn't call in sick today?" I asked with a grin.
"Sorry honey. You'll have to wait seven more weeks for me, and until
next week for her." Rachael answered. "Truth be told? I hope you win
next time over here. But don't tell Kieth I said that."
We all smiled and cleaned up. We joined together for breakfast.
On the way to work, I wondered which of my coworkers, would get first
dibs on my wife Kate's, delectable cunt.

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