Many Hands of Poker by Ms. Screwloose
(My wife wrote this recollection of one of our hottest experiences. This is the beginning of a hot saga. When she can spare some time from her new job, I hope that she will share the next couple of chapters, too.)
(Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent.)
A few months ago, my husband Bob asked me if I would be the hostess for a poker party the next weekend. He had been asked to find a hostess/maid/bartender for a poker night with three business clients from a nearby city, someone to serve the beer, wine, chips, and other snacks. Sure, I agreed thinking at least we could spend some time together.
The day of the party he brought home a cocktail waitress outfit for me to wear, a sheer white blouse, a short black skirt and I mean short, only halfway down my thighs, and draped loose so it swings when you walk, thigh-high light stockings and bright red, tiny bikini panties. Why the sexy uniform, I asked, "You're not planning any strip tease or orgy or anything, I won't do it, I won't screw anyone, Bob."
He told me not to worry, there would be no sex, "Of course, I don't expect you to screw these guys just some playing around, let the guys feel you up a little. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Be the cocktail waitress, be sexy, swing your hips a lot, and let them pat you on the ass, or whatever you want to do. I'm supposed to bring a cocktail waitress who might not mind a little good-natured playing around, like being felt up by the boys. They think I'm bringing a sexy, playful cocktail waitress not a hooker, sexy, not slutty. but not my wife either. They don't have any idea that you're my wife and they're important clients that I want to have a good time and it wouldn't be a lot of fun if they felt inhibited."
'Well,' I thought, a little fondling was okay, some flirting, some T&A, a little rubbing in the right places, wink, wink, but nothing serious? It's important to him, and besides I figured that it wouldn't hurt my ego at all if these guys found me desirable. After being married for nine years, the sex is great we practice it often enough and Bob is a great lover but you begin to wonder if other men still find you attractive,' So I said, Okay, sounds like fun." What I thought was it sounded hot!
The game was in Chuck's apartment, one of the other men. The other guys, Al and Dan were already there. They all liked my uniform. As they sat down to play cards, I started serving drinks and chips and in no time Bob patted me on the rear as I left the table. I thought it was a little forward since he and I aren't supposed to be "together" but he was probably trying to show that I was playful, as I was supposed to be.
A few minutes later, Bob came into the kitchen when he had folded a hand. He kissed me, not just a peck but a real passionate kiss, and held me close his hands wandering over my hips, butt, and breasts. Then over his shoulder, I saw one of the others, Chuck watching us. Bob didn't notice, and he probably wouldn't have cared he was trying to warm me up and he was doing a good job of it, too. He continued to hold me and touch me, and I responded in kind.
From watching us, Chuck got the idea that I was available for that sort of thing and a short time later I came back from the kitchen with drinks in both hands Chuck stopped me, stepped right up to me, and kissed me putting his hands on my hips and pulling me to him. I resisted a little but not much, Chuck was cute, like a grown-up version of one of my serious boyfriends in college and I couldn't do much with both hands occupied. He kissed me long and hard and kneaded my ass pulling my hips toward him to press my crotch into his. Then he moved one hand from my waist up to my breast. I gasped, this was the first time in years that any man other than my husband had touched me in an overtly sexual way. But it thrilled me and I let him know by pressing into him and then his hand slid down between us over my belly and felt my crotch through the skirt, "Boy, that felt good," I groaned and pushed my pussy into his hand. Then we broke, I went into the living room to deliver the drinks and he went off to the john.
Back at the table a couple of hands later I was standing between Chuck and Al. Chuck reached over and put his hand on my ass while I was standing there and all the others could see it. I flushed, I was embarrassed, but I didn't slap his hand away and I didn't leave, I liked the feeling and I liked the display, I liked being fondled like that while they all watched. The other guys looked over at Bob to see if he would object, and he smiled. Then I remembered, they didn't know we were married, they thought he brought a waitress slash sex toy so Bob wasn't going to stop him, and at that moment I didn't want to, either.
Geez, suddenly Chuck's hand was kneading my ass and even my thighs up under my skirt, and it felt really good, it felt wonderfully sexy to have him gently caressing the tops of my legs, God, it was wicked and incredibly exciting to have the other men watching. They couldn't see exactly where his hand was but they could imagine his movements as the skirt moved and my expression. His hand being out of sight under my clothes felt much more intimate than any touching on top of clothes could be. Eventually, he patted me on the ass and asked for a glass of wine and I left.
For the next few hands, whenever I was at the table. The guys felt me openly, running their hands over my ass as I eagerly swung my butt back into their hands in response. Then they started to feel my boobs often the guy on one side had his hand on my bottom and the guy on the other side concentrated on my top kneading my breasts and teasing the nipples to excite me. It was as if the guys were trying to turn me on, a little at a time, with a feel here and there either way it was having that effect on me. I let them feel my body under my skirt, my thighs, my ass, and even my crotch. When I stood by the table I always stopped with my feet apart this kept my legs open just a little making it possible for one of them to run his fingers from my ass forward to the panties over my sex. When he pressed the panties in he could separate my lips a little and tickle my clit and hole. I didn't let any of them get under the panties, not even Bob. I let them feel all they wanted outside my panties and I loved it, I got turned on by all the attention and they all noticed.
Eventually, I became more of a sex toy than a waitress. Someone proposed and they all agreed that I should be the prize for the winner of each hand that while the next hand was being played I'd sit on his lap which meant he couldn't concentrate on playing the next hand so the "Poker Prize" (or "Poke-Her Prize" as Chuck suggested), namely me, moved around a lot.
During one of these sessions when Chuck had won the hand, he wanted me a lap dance, "Sure," I said. I stood with my legs astride moved my hips and shook my boobs in his face. He slid his hand up my leg under my skirt and cupped my crotch openly. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music as he rubbed my pussy, opening my lips and fondling my clit through the panties, I was very close to coming, my pussy was dripping as I sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.
This little performance set the tone for the rest of the night the sex play got hotter and the poker pots got much bigger since I was added to the pot. The competition was for more than money now everyone wanted to play with me, and I was in a constant haze of sexual excitement and exploration. Then there came a really big hand, Bob was out of money to call and needed fifty dollars. He offered his fancy watch but security chuck said no, not the watch. But, he suggested they'd accept my panties, and I was shocked. Bob looked at me I was just frozen unable to nod or shake my head. Bob lowered his eyes and said okay, very tensely, they turned over cards and of course, Bob lost the hand and I had to give up my underpants in front of all the men.
They all stared at me as I stood there in a daze and slowly reached up under my skirt and pulled down the panties. They all gasped when they saw the tiny, bright red nylon triangle, Wow, they hooted and laughed. Bob took them from me and dropped them into the pot on the table and Chuck raked in the money and the panties, not one set of eyes had left my body since the cards were turned. My face was as flushed as the red panties. Now I was standing there with all these men and they knew I had no underwear under only this short skirt to protect me from them. I could feel the air on my ass, the cool draft coming up the very short skirt to my wet pussy and thighs. 'Oh geez, what now? They've been feeling me up all night even under my skirt and now there's nothing between their hands and me. Only Bob had been inside me for years and years, what could I do,' my pussy was hot thinking about this, I could feel it burning and I thought it would start dripping down my leg, "I'll get everyone a fresh drink," and turned to go into the kitchen on weak legs.
Since Chuck won the hand I was his toy during the next one. I stood next to him and he felt up my legs under the skirt to my bare ass, all over it but he didn't go for the goodies right away. The next few hands were all a little slow to take advantage of the new freedom under my skirt like they didn't want to take unfair advantage of my situation. After one hand the winner found me in the hall near the kitchen he kissed me and felt my boobs putting a hand on my thigh and up under the skirt, up to my mound. He worked his finger between my thighs and pushed on them a little, so I opened my legs for him and he slid his fingers up and down the slippery lips and then up into the opening. He found the opening and impaled me on one then two fingers. I swooned and pushed my hips down onto his hand. He twisted and pumped his fingers in me, put his thumb on my clit. I moaned my delight, we were still kissing when he heard me moan into his mouth this is when Al came into the hall on his way to the bathroom and saw us. He stood there watching he must have known that Dan's fingers were inside me from the way I was moving.
This was a new level of sex play for the evening, I expected they would all get inside me, they would feel deep inside my hot, wet hole. Strangers in my most private space where only my husband had been for years. Let him watch, I closed my eyes and relaxed, and pumped my pussy on the fingers probing me. After a minute, Dan stopped pulled his dripping-wet fingers out, and licked them, we kissed one last time and stepped apart.
Back at the game, Chuck won another hand and wanted another lap dance. He sat in the straight-back chair and took my hand as I danced around his knees, then came toward him to straddle his lap so I could sit on his knees facing him. As before, I swayed my hips and moved my breasts right in front of his face. He reached to the table beside him and picked up an empty wine bottle, one of those German wines with a long, thin neck. He drained the last few drops from the bottle and put it between his legs up into his crotch. He held it pointing straight up. I got the message, what he wanted, and noticed that he had quite a lump in his crotch. I was sure he was hard as a rock and that all of them were.
I looked down at the bottle, he said "Go ahead, sit down on my lap, sit on it, do it." I looked down it was like a huge cock pointing up between my legs and I was waving my bare pussy right over it. I looked at Bob, then at the other guys, and then back to Bob. They were all entranced by the idea with looks of pure lust. They all wanted me to do this. No one made a sound, but they all stared at me, barely breathing. Bob looked at me with pleading eyes, please go ahead, don't stop now.
Chuck was still holding my hands and started to pull me toward him and down. I was concentrating now only on the bottle, how it was going to feel inside me. I guess I had already decided to do it, what the hell, I figured. I lower myself a little carefully positioning myself, after all the fondling and teasing my pussy was crying out to be filled, I was dying for something hard to slide into me. I looked down at the neck of the bottle sticking up the hem of my skirt and swaying over it. I inched forward a little and bent my knees a little. The neck of the bottle disappeared under the hem of the skirt a few inches all the guys were staring intently at the bottle and the skirt as my thighs inched down toward the thing sticking up. I moved down a little more then I had to move forward to position my pussy over the bottle. I couldn't see it anymore, I had to find it by feel. I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling my way as I eased down I felt the cold neck of the bottle hit the lips of my pussy a little forward up near the clit so I bounced up and down a little to move over it to get my body into the right position. I could feel it now between my lips. God, there's this hard thing at the entrance to my cunt and I wanted it inside. All I had to do was move down a little to push it in, so I did slowly I pushed down and gasped, exhaled sharply, closed my eyes tight, and felt the cold and hard pushing up into me. I began to pump up a little and then down breathing harder with each pump while everyone watched in silence, feeling it reach up further into me I cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, with each stroke each extra inch of delicious hardness in me stretching my cunt and pushing up to my womb.
I grabbed Chuck's shoulder for balance and was reminded that this was public, there were four men here watching me fuck myself with a bottle and I loved it, my wonderful husband and three others all lusting for me, all wanting me to fill my cunt with the long, hard thing, to drip my juice over it, and to come on it. I continued pumping savoring how it spread me open, Oh God, it was wonderful. A finger came down on my clit, "Oh yes, I need that, please stroke it in time with the fucking, yes, yes, another ten, twelve strokes rubbing my clit hard and yes, yes, I came hard, shuddering my legs weak, I could barely stand up. I grabbed his shoulders with both hands to keep from falling I saw stars with my eyes still closed. His hands at my waist helped lift my hips off the bottle. He sat me down on his knees and I collapsed against his chest breathing hard and not caring where I was.
After a minute or so I recovered and sat up embarrassed. I knew where I was and that I had just fucked myself and come in front of these strange men. They were delighted that I had enjoyed myself and come, they all wanted me to be happy and satisfied. I looked at them with thanks for a wonderful experience, I was glad I hadn't missed it, glad I hadn't been prudish about it.
I got up and went to the john, I played with my pussy some more while I was sitting there Oh, what a wonderful warm feeling I experienced. On the way back Bob met me in the hall and kissed me. He told me that I was wonderful and he loved me, I thanked him for the chance, told him I loved him and I loved doing this and asked why we hadn't done it before and if could we do this again, he patted me on the mound and kissed me tenderly.
The game continued after that and I continued as hostess. I was free for all to feel of course and they did. My breasts, ass, and vagina were there for all and I loved it. Typically, when I was standing between two guys delivering drinks they would both feel me. One time, both went under my skirt and started feeling up and down my wet crack, I leaned over onto the table and spread my feet apart to make room for their hands. Their fingers opened my inner lips one finger went up inside then was joined by another, then a third, and a fourth I pumped down, up, and around to feel all those little tentacles tickling inside and stretching outside.
Then two of the fingers left my cunt and played up and down the crack of my ass. I wiggled my ass and hips, showing that I was pleased with the sensation. The fingers played around my anus and the thought that he was going to go in my back end came to me and when he pushed in I pushed back and his fingers went in I cried and wailed and pumped on those fingers penetrating me. I was so turned on and so wet that the juices were dripping from my crotch down my legs. I didn't come again that time but the next time with the other two men, Chuck went in me and Bob played with my clit until I did come again now with two men fingering me and two more wanting to I melted and the rest of the night was pretty tame by comparison. When the game broke up around one we drove home, Bob with his hand in my pussy and my hand was on his cock all the way home. When we got home we screwed like teenagers til dawn. We were wrecked the next day, but it was certainly worth it.
I told my best girlfriend Eve about the poker party. She pumped me for every detail I got excited and wet retelling it and she got so turned on listening to me talk about it, that she put her hand inside her shorts and played with herself, she came when I told her about dancing with the bottle and asked if she could join me at one of the parties, two waitresses could handle a much larger crowd of men and provide more varied entertainment. She said she'd toyed with the idea of being a stripper, and that the thought of performing sexually in public turns her on. She says the idea of going further than stripping, of being totally in control and doing something like this in front of a group of men drooling for her drove her wild. She has a fantastic tight body and very sexy ways about her that I was sure men would love Bob had said he'd like to play with her.
I can't wait for the next party, we're already planning it with Bob these three men, and more, a total of eight so far maybe ten I love the feeling of flirting with and being played with by a group of men like that. Since the poker party, I've been testing out my flirting and sex-play skills with a couple of our friends whom I've always found attractive. I've managed some delightful groping and fondling and finger-fucking in hallways and the garden during dinner parties. (Good things happen when you don't wear panties to parties!) But the sensation of being fondled and fingered in front of others is wild, and I want to do that again, and again, and again.
We've acquired a whole series of sex toys for Eve and me to put on a show with. I would still keep most of my clothes on since it seems to be even sexier that they can't quite see exactly what is going on, that someone or something is touching me and penetrating me and all they had to look at was my face, my movements and the way I react to something pumping inside me and we planned to put on one hell of a show. We have some rubber cocks, one of them sticks to a flat surface with a suction cup. I'll use it on something like a glass coffee table: stick the cock to it and squat over it to shove the cock up into me. The position will permit especially deep and wonderful penetration. I tried it last weekend on our coffee table and it was fantastic, I came without anyone else touching me. Bob went wild at the show, I think it will be a real hit. I think I'll show it to Eve next week and see what she thinks.
(My wife wrote this recollection of one of our hottest experiences. This is the beginning of a hot saga. When she can spare some time from her new job, I hope that she will share the next couple of chapters, too.)
(Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent.)
A few months ago, my husband Bob asked me if I would be the hostess for a poker party the next weekend. He had been asked to find a hostess/maid/bartender for a poker night with three business clients from a nearby city, someone to serve the beer, wine, chips, and other snacks. Sure, I agreed thinking at least we could spend some time together.
The day of the party he brought home a cocktail waitress outfit for me to wear, a sheer white blouse, a short black skirt and I mean short, only halfway down my thighs, and draped loose so it swings when you walk, thigh-high light stockings and bright red, tiny bikini panties. Why the sexy uniform, I asked, "You're not planning any strip tease or orgy or anything, I won't do it, I won't screw anyone, Bob."
He told me not to worry, there would be no sex, "Of course, I don't expect you to screw these guys just some playing around, let the guys feel you up a little. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Be the cocktail waitress, be sexy, swing your hips a lot, and let them pat you on the ass, or whatever you want to do. I'm supposed to bring a cocktail waitress who might not mind a little good-natured playing around, like being felt up by the boys. They think I'm bringing a sexy, playful cocktail waitress not a hooker, sexy, not slutty. but not my wife either. They don't have any idea that you're my wife and they're important clients that I want to have a good time and it wouldn't be a lot of fun if they felt inhibited."
'Well,' I thought, a little fondling was okay, some flirting, some T&A, a little rubbing in the right places, wink, wink, but nothing serious? It's important to him, and besides I figured that it wouldn't hurt my ego at all if these guys found me desirable. After being married for nine years, the sex is great we practice it often enough and Bob is a great lover but you begin to wonder if other men still find you attractive,' So I said, Okay, sounds like fun." What I thought was it sounded hot!
The game was in Chuck's apartment, one of the other men. The other guys, Al and Dan were already there. They all liked my uniform. As they sat down to play cards, I started serving drinks and chips and in no time Bob patted me on the rear as I left the table. I thought it was a little forward since he and I aren't supposed to be "together" but he was probably trying to show that I was playful, as I was supposed to be.
A few minutes later, Bob came into the kitchen when he had folded a hand. He kissed me, not just a peck but a real passionate kiss, and held me close his hands wandering over my hips, butt, and breasts. Then over his shoulder, I saw one of the others, Chuck watching us. Bob didn't notice, and he probably wouldn't have cared he was trying to warm me up and he was doing a good job of it, too. He continued to hold me and touch me, and I responded in kind.
From watching us, Chuck got the idea that I was available for that sort of thing and a short time later I came back from the kitchen with drinks in both hands Chuck stopped me, stepped right up to me, and kissed me putting his hands on my hips and pulling me to him. I resisted a little but not much, Chuck was cute, like a grown-up version of one of my serious boyfriends in college and I couldn't do much with both hands occupied. He kissed me long and hard and kneaded my ass pulling my hips toward him to press my crotch into his. Then he moved one hand from my waist up to my breast. I gasped, this was the first time in years that any man other than my husband had touched me in an overtly sexual way. But it thrilled me and I let him know by pressing into him and then his hand slid down between us over my belly and felt my crotch through the skirt, "Boy, that felt good," I groaned and pushed my pussy into his hand. Then we broke, I went into the living room to deliver the drinks and he went off to the john.
Back at the table a couple of hands later I was standing between Chuck and Al. Chuck reached over and put his hand on my ass while I was standing there and all the others could see it. I flushed, I was embarrassed, but I didn't slap his hand away and I didn't leave, I liked the feeling and I liked the display, I liked being fondled like that while they all watched. The other guys looked over at Bob to see if he would object, and he smiled. Then I remembered, they didn't know we were married, they thought he brought a waitress slash sex toy so Bob wasn't going to stop him, and at that moment I didn't want to, either.
Geez, suddenly Chuck's hand was kneading my ass and even my thighs up under my skirt, and it felt really good, it felt wonderfully sexy to have him gently caressing the tops of my legs, God, it was wicked and incredibly exciting to have the other men watching. They couldn't see exactly where his hand was but they could imagine his movements as the skirt moved and my expression. His hand being out of sight under my clothes felt much more intimate than any touching on top of clothes could be. Eventually, he patted me on the ass and asked for a glass of wine and I left.
For the next few hands, whenever I was at the table. The guys felt me openly, running their hands over my ass as I eagerly swung my butt back into their hands in response. Then they started to feel my boobs often the guy on one side had his hand on my bottom and the guy on the other side concentrated on my top kneading my breasts and teasing the nipples to excite me. It was as if the guys were trying to turn me on, a little at a time, with a feel here and there either way it was having that effect on me. I let them feel my body under my skirt, my thighs, my ass, and even my crotch. When I stood by the table I always stopped with my feet apart this kept my legs open just a little making it possible for one of them to run his fingers from my ass forward to the panties over my sex. When he pressed the panties in he could separate my lips a little and tickle my clit and hole. I didn't let any of them get under the panties, not even Bob. I let them feel all they wanted outside my panties and I loved it, I got turned on by all the attention and they all noticed.
Eventually, I became more of a sex toy than a waitress. Someone proposed and they all agreed that I should be the prize for the winner of each hand that while the next hand was being played I'd sit on his lap which meant he couldn't concentrate on playing the next hand so the "Poker Prize" (or "Poke-Her Prize" as Chuck suggested), namely me, moved around a lot.
During one of these sessions when Chuck had won the hand, he wanted me a lap dance, "Sure," I said. I stood with my legs astride moved my hips and shook my boobs in his face. He slid his hand up my leg under my skirt and cupped my crotch openly. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music as he rubbed my pussy, opening my lips and fondling my clit through the panties, I was very close to coming, my pussy was dripping as I sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.
This little performance set the tone for the rest of the night the sex play got hotter and the poker pots got much bigger since I was added to the pot. The competition was for more than money now everyone wanted to play with me, and I was in a constant haze of sexual excitement and exploration. Then there came a really big hand, Bob was out of money to call and needed fifty dollars. He offered his fancy watch but security chuck said no, not the watch. But, he suggested they'd accept my panties, and I was shocked. Bob looked at me I was just frozen unable to nod or shake my head. Bob lowered his eyes and said okay, very tensely, they turned over cards and of course, Bob lost the hand and I had to give up my underpants in front of all the men.
They all stared at me as I stood there in a daze and slowly reached up under my skirt and pulled down the panties. They all gasped when they saw the tiny, bright red nylon triangle, Wow, they hooted and laughed. Bob took them from me and dropped them into the pot on the table and Chuck raked in the money and the panties, not one set of eyes had left my body since the cards were turned. My face was as flushed as the red panties. Now I was standing there with all these men and they knew I had no underwear under only this short skirt to protect me from them. I could feel the air on my ass, the cool draft coming up the very short skirt to my wet pussy and thighs. 'Oh geez, what now? They've been feeling me up all night even under my skirt and now there's nothing between their hands and me. Only Bob had been inside me for years and years, what could I do,' my pussy was hot thinking about this, I could feel it burning and I thought it would start dripping down my leg, "I'll get everyone a fresh drink," and turned to go into the kitchen on weak legs.
Since Chuck won the hand I was his toy during the next one. I stood next to him and he felt up my legs under the skirt to my bare ass, all over it but he didn't go for the goodies right away. The next few hands were all a little slow to take advantage of the new freedom under my skirt like they didn't want to take unfair advantage of my situation. After one hand the winner found me in the hall near the kitchen he kissed me and felt my boobs putting a hand on my thigh and up under the skirt, up to my mound. He worked his finger between my thighs and pushed on them a little, so I opened my legs for him and he slid his fingers up and down the slippery lips and then up into the opening. He found the opening and impaled me on one then two fingers. I swooned and pushed my hips down onto his hand. He twisted and pumped his fingers in me, put his thumb on my clit. I moaned my delight, we were still kissing when he heard me moan into his mouth this is when Al came into the hall on his way to the bathroom and saw us. He stood there watching he must have known that Dan's fingers were inside me from the way I was moving.
This was a new level of sex play for the evening, I expected they would all get inside me, they would feel deep inside my hot, wet hole. Strangers in my most private space where only my husband had been for years. Let him watch, I closed my eyes and relaxed, and pumped my pussy on the fingers probing me. After a minute, Dan stopped pulled his dripping-wet fingers out, and licked them, we kissed one last time and stepped apart.
Back at the game, Chuck won another hand and wanted another lap dance. He sat in the straight-back chair and took my hand as I danced around his knees, then came toward him to straddle his lap so I could sit on his knees facing him. As before, I swayed my hips and moved my breasts right in front of his face. He reached to the table beside him and picked up an empty wine bottle, one of those German wines with a long, thin neck. He drained the last few drops from the bottle and put it between his legs up into his crotch. He held it pointing straight up. I got the message, what he wanted, and noticed that he had quite a lump in his crotch. I was sure he was hard as a rock and that all of them were.
I looked down at the bottle, he said "Go ahead, sit down on my lap, sit on it, do it." I looked down it was like a huge cock pointing up between my legs and I was waving my bare pussy right over it. I looked at Bob, then at the other guys, and then back to Bob. They were all entranced by the idea with looks of pure lust. They all wanted me to do this. No one made a sound, but they all stared at me, barely breathing. Bob looked at me with pleading eyes, please go ahead, don't stop now.
Chuck was still holding my hands and started to pull me toward him and down. I was concentrating now only on the bottle, how it was going to feel inside me. I guess I had already decided to do it, what the hell, I figured. I lower myself a little carefully positioning myself, after all the fondling and teasing my pussy was crying out to be filled, I was dying for something hard to slide into me. I looked down at the neck of the bottle sticking up the hem of my skirt and swaying over it. I inched forward a little and bent my knees a little. The neck of the bottle disappeared under the hem of the skirt a few inches all the guys were staring intently at the bottle and the skirt as my thighs inched down toward the thing sticking up. I moved down a little more then I had to move forward to position my pussy over the bottle. I couldn't see it anymore, I had to find it by feel. I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling my way as I eased down I felt the cold neck of the bottle hit the lips of my pussy a little forward up near the clit so I bounced up and down a little to move over it to get my body into the right position. I could feel it now between my lips. God, there's this hard thing at the entrance to my cunt and I wanted it inside. All I had to do was move down a little to push it in, so I did slowly I pushed down and gasped, exhaled sharply, closed my eyes tight, and felt the cold and hard pushing up into me. I began to pump up a little and then down breathing harder with each pump while everyone watched in silence, feeling it reach up further into me I cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, with each stroke each extra inch of delicious hardness in me stretching my cunt and pushing up to my womb.
I grabbed Chuck's shoulder for balance and was reminded that this was public, there were four men here watching me fuck myself with a bottle and I loved it, my wonderful husband and three others all lusting for me, all wanting me to fill my cunt with the long, hard thing, to drip my juice over it, and to come on it. I continued pumping savoring how it spread me open, Oh God, it was wonderful. A finger came down on my clit, "Oh yes, I need that, please stroke it in time with the fucking, yes, yes, another ten, twelve strokes rubbing my clit hard and yes, yes, I came hard, shuddering my legs weak, I could barely stand up. I grabbed his shoulders with both hands to keep from falling I saw stars with my eyes still closed. His hands at my waist helped lift my hips off the bottle. He sat me down on his knees and I collapsed against his chest breathing hard and not caring where I was.
After a minute or so I recovered and sat up embarrassed. I knew where I was and that I had just fucked myself and come in front of these strange men. They were delighted that I had enjoyed myself and come, they all wanted me to be happy and satisfied. I looked at them with thanks for a wonderful experience, I was glad I hadn't missed it, glad I hadn't been prudish about it.
I got up and went to the john, I played with my pussy some more while I was sitting there Oh, what a wonderful warm feeling I experienced. On the way back Bob met me in the hall and kissed me. He told me that I was wonderful and he loved me, I thanked him for the chance, told him I loved him and I loved doing this and asked why we hadn't done it before and if could we do this again, he patted me on the mound and kissed me tenderly.
The game continued after that and I continued as hostess. I was free for all to feel of course and they did. My breasts, ass, and vagina were there for all and I loved it. Typically, when I was standing between two guys delivering drinks they would both feel me. One time, both went under my skirt and started feeling up and down my wet crack, I leaned over onto the table and spread my feet apart to make room for their hands. Their fingers opened my inner lips one finger went up inside then was joined by another, then a third, and a fourth I pumped down, up, and around to feel all those little tentacles tickling inside and stretching outside.
Then two of the fingers left my cunt and played up and down the crack of my ass. I wiggled my ass and hips, showing that I was pleased with the sensation. The fingers played around my anus and the thought that he was going to go in my back end came to me and when he pushed in I pushed back and his fingers went in I cried and wailed and pumped on those fingers penetrating me. I was so turned on and so wet that the juices were dripping from my crotch down my legs. I didn't come again that time but the next time with the other two men, Chuck went in me and Bob played with my clit until I did come again now with two men fingering me and two more wanting to I melted and the rest of the night was pretty tame by comparison. When the game broke up around one we drove home, Bob with his hand in my pussy and my hand was on his cock all the way home. When we got home we screwed like teenagers til dawn. We were wrecked the next day, but it was certainly worth it.
I told my best girlfriend Eve about the poker party. She pumped me for every detail I got excited and wet retelling it and she got so turned on listening to me talk about it, that she put her hand inside her shorts and played with herself, she came when I told her about dancing with the bottle and asked if she could join me at one of the parties, two waitresses could handle a much larger crowd of men and provide more varied entertainment. She said she'd toyed with the idea of being a stripper, and that the thought of performing sexually in public turns her on. She says the idea of going further than stripping, of being totally in control and doing something like this in front of a group of men drooling for her drove her wild. She has a fantastic tight body and very sexy ways about her that I was sure men would love Bob had said he'd like to play with her.
I can't wait for the next party, we're already planning it with Bob these three men, and more, a total of eight so far maybe ten I love the feeling of flirting with and being played with by a group of men like that. Since the poker party, I've been testing out my flirting and sex-play skills with a couple of our friends whom I've always found attractive. I've managed some delightful groping and fondling and finger-fucking in hallways and the garden during dinner parties. (Good things happen when you don't wear panties to parties!) But the sensation of being fondled and fingered in front of others is wild, and I want to do that again, and again, and again.
We've acquired a whole series of sex toys for Eve and me to put on a show with. I would still keep most of my clothes on since it seems to be even sexier that they can't quite see exactly what is going on, that someone or something is touching me and penetrating me and all they had to look at was my face, my movements and the way I react to something pumping inside me and we planned to put on one hell of a show. We have some rubber cocks, one of them sticks to a flat surface with a suction cup. I'll use it on something like a glass coffee table: stick the cock to it and squat over it to shove the cock up into me. The position will permit especially deep and wonderful penetration. I tried it last weekend on our coffee table and it was fantastic, I came without anyone else touching me. Bob went wild at the show, I think it will be a real hit. I think I'll show it to Eve next week and see what she thinks.
