LATE NIGHT GAMES
It’s late. Let the games begin.
Brad and Justine’s marriage has been chugging along just fine. No red lights on the dash and no problems to report.
But then Brad comes home early after baseball with a couple of his teammates to find his wife hanging out with a friend from work. A tall, dark and handsome friend.
Who is this guy? And how come he gets along so well with Justine?
Maybe it’s nothing. The guy seems all right, and soon everyone is enjoying a good hangout.
But then the games begin. It starts with poker. Then the stakes are raised. Tops come off . . .
What the heck is happening here?
Whatever it is, everyone seems keen. Most surprising to Brad: he might be the most excited.
LATE NIGHT GAMES
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The knuckles he worked between her legs slowed, and his hand turned so his fingers touched her. Brad watched as the man slid his big middle finger slowly inside his wife. The room fell startlingly quiet. The only sound was the wet mucus of her sexual membranes as they were penetrated by another man.
“Oh, oh,” she sighed. She caressed Rick’s wrist. Her other hand took a grip on Fred’s erection. He’d grown completely and fully hard now. His cock was a mighty looking tool when it was erect, so thick Justine’s grip couldn’t circle it, not too long to be worrisome, maybe the same length as his own or just a bit longer, but the head was a plump rounded knot.
“Oh, that feels good,” she sighed and began to swivel her hips against Rick’s finger.
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Chapter 1
Justine sat at the kitchen table with no top on, cards fanned out between her two hands held close together. She studied the hand she’d been dealt and hummed as she made her decision. Brad licked his lips while he watched his wife.
Also sitting at the table were Steve, Trevor, and Fred. Friends of his, teammates on his softball team. One more guy in attendance: Rick. A friend of Justine’s from work.
It was just after midnight now. Steve, Trevor, and Fred all went to Casey’s Sports bar for a few beers after the game with him. They’d come back to the house for a few more and they all find Justine hanging out with her buddy Rick from work. A few more pops were downed, some Xbox was played. Then around eleven o’clock someone wanted to play poker. They gathered at the kitchen table and dealt the cards. Forty-five minutes later they were playing strip poker.
And it was Justine’s idea.
So now they all sat at the kitchen table with the windows open and the sound of the nighttime crickets coming in. Steve was shirtless, and so was Fred. But all eyes were on Justine, naturally. She sat there studying her hand as if she didn’t have her tits out. Oh, but they were there; pert and slightly hanging forward because she had her elbows on the table. The nipples were plump but not hardened. Just lively. Enjoying the attention.
Now her mouth was open and she tapped on her bright white teeth with the tip of a red-painted fingernail. She asked Trevor, the dealer, for another card.
The hand went around the table, each of them making their decision and exchanging cards. Justine eyed them slyly over the fan of her cards with a big smile on her face.
When it came to her again, she frowned this time. Now she placed the cards face down and brought her arms together. It squished her breasts and pushed them forward. She gathered her hands together and looked at them all.
She said, “Guys. What are we doing here?”
Steve said, “Strip poker, Justine. It’s your turn and I think we’re about to see your shorts come down.”
“That’s my point,” she said.
Trevor asked, “What’s your point?”
She looked up at the Tiffany lamp shade that hung over the table and squinted. She looked back down at them all and said, “What’s the point in this? We all know what we want. You guys want to see me naked, and I really want to take a peep at all of your dicks.”