This story contains mature or graphic content.
So, here we are. Months of planning and fantasizing and we can see she’s getting close to sloshed. As usual, she looks hot in her tight jeans and one size too small, v-neck, t-shirt stretching over her full round breasts. Her hair falls down her back and the front tickles the top of her cleavage. Oh and she smells so good, too. As we play cards, I find myself getting wet at the thought of running my tongue in her cleavage while she sucks on my fingers. Now that we’ve been drinking for a while, I decide it’s now or never.
Where to start? Just then I notice she spilled a little beer down her chin while taking a drink. Unconsciously, she licks her lips, saliva glistening in the black light. I reach out to her and wipe the beer off her chin and smile at her as I lick my fingers. My husband stares, open-mouthed and smiling and I can see the crotch of his jeans get swollen. He is hungrily anticipating the lick fest he so anxiously fantasizes about. She laughs, a little uncomfortably, and asks if it tasted good. I smile, leaning in, brushing the hair from her face, and whisper, “So good” in her ear.
My husband clears his throat and asks in a husky voice, “What’s going on, ladies, you want to share the secret with me?” “What are you willing to do for it?” we both ask at the same time. This puts her into a giggle fest, laughing so hard she spills some beer on to the top of her cleavage. Oh, how I want to clean her up with my warm, wet tongue.
“How about, if I win this next hand, you two have to kiss” he says. I act shocked by this request, as if we haven’t rehearsed this scene 100 times as we’ve fantasized, laying naked stroking each other.
“I don’t know, what do you think?” I ask her. She seems a little uncomfortable so I scoot my chair closer to her and again brushing the hair back from her neck I tell her she doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to. As I say this, I trace her collar bone with my fingers and breathe a little, hot wet air into her ear and on her neck. “Okay,” she says nervously giggling and taking a drink of her beer.
“Okay ladies, get ready to pay up!” he says, dealing the cards. Oh shit I think, seeing my first card is a wild card, oh well maybe the next one will be an unlucky 3, I think. What the fuck, another wild card! Why do I get a hand like this now, I can’t fold right off the bat, that would be too obvious. The flop goes down and I am one card away from a straight flush.
My husband, normally good with his poker face, is smiling at the two of us with the most sexy, hungry, horny look in his eyes. I see his eyes glide over her cleavage and her lips and she bites them in thought, looking at her cards. Instead of being jealous, this small glimpse of his lustfulness turns me on and I am so excited to fulfill a new fantasy for him.
She’s not a good card player, mean of us to take advantage of that, and the bet’s to her. She looks at her cards intently and bets 50. I know I have to play this just right and can’t let on that I am trying to lose my hand on purpose so I say, “oh man, I shouldn’t bet, but maybe the next card will be a good one.” I throw in my chip and my husband throws in his. The next card is just what I need for my straight flush. Shit! My husband smiles as he looks at her throwing in another 50 dollar chip. I decide to try and pretend like I’m bluffing and I throwing in 150. “Wow!” My husband says. “Trying to scare me off so you don’t have to pay off your bet, huh?” I just cock my head to the side and smile as he throws in his money. She looks at us, licking her perfectly plump lips again and twirling her hair. She smiles and throws in her money too. Last card. Doesn’t matter to me what it is, and up comes another wild card. I see my husband try and discreetly adjust his balls and instead of stopping there, he sees me watching him and he strokes the outside of his pants, where his bulge is, smiling at me. She is unaware of this exchange of ours as she looks at her cards and says she’s going all in. “What?” My husband says, “You girls are just trying to scare me off so you don’t have to kiss each other. I’m confident this one is mine though so go for it.”
I don’t know what to do, I know I’m going to win if I play but I just can’t let this awesome hand pass me by. I convince myself we can talk her into another bet next hand so I match her bet. My husband does too, and usually I have to coax him to show his cards, but he is so excited he slaps down … a royal flush. “Fuck! I exclaim” upset, yet happy at the same time. “What?” she asks as she lays down 2 pair. “Who wins?” I explain the hands we all have to her and she blushes as she unconsciously licks her lips again. “You okay with this?” I ask her. “Yes,” she whispers, licking her lips again.
“Okay, with a win like that I deserve a full show, not just a peck on the lips. I want you two to stand over here in front of me.” We do. “Each of you put your hands on the other’s hips and stand with your legs a little apart, and backs straight so your breasts touch.” We do this too. “Now, kiss …”
To be continued …
This is a fictional story based on a fantasy my husband and I have. I enjoy writing and would really appreciate any feedback you have about my writing style – positive and constructive. Thanks, Sickgirl
