11:30 PM
“Oh my God, are you serious?” Rachel was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“I had a full house. There was no way I could lose!” Jeff said.
“If you couldn’t lose, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Two thousand dollars. What the fuck, Jeff? Where will we get $2,000?”
“I know, babe. But if I had won, we could pay off the credit cards from Christmas.” Jeff sat down on a dining room chair.
“Right, but you lost, and now we owe a $2,000 we don’t have.”
Rachel had her hair pulled up in a messy bun. A pair of worn jeans perfectly shaped her ass. A loose blouse hid her perky breasts.
Jeff put his head in his hands. “There’s a way out.”
“Huh.”
He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “There’s a way out. A way we don’t need to pay the money”
“That’s great. What is it?” Rachel’s tone softens.
“You better sit down.”
7:00 PM
The guys played poker on the 2nd Thursday of the month. They rotated between Jeff’s, Matt’s, Cole’s, and Frank’s houses. This month, it was Jeff’s turn.
Cole and Frank were sitting at the table, each having a beer, talking about work and what they were planning for the weekend. Matt hadn’t arrived yet.
Jeff was in the kitchen preparing the snacks.
“Maybe he won’t come,” Rachel said.
“He’s running late. He texted a few minutes ago,” Jeff said.
“Damn, I don’t like him much.”
“I know, babe. But he’s my friend. And he sucks at poker, so it’s a chance to win my money back from Frank. Last month, he killed me.”
“I know. I’m still trying to catch up. Please be careful. We can’t afford to lose $200 again.”
“I will.” Jeff pulled her in for an embrace and kissed her lips. “Thanks for helping with this.”
“Your welcome.”
Rachel picked up a tray of pretzels, trail mix, and BBQ chips and turned for the dining room. Jeff followed with buffalo chicken dip and scoops.
“There she is. Our favorite hostess,” Frank said.
“Hey now, no flirting with my wife,” Jeff said.
“Frank’s harmless. It’s Cole you should worry about,” Rachel said.
“Who, me?” Cole said in mock surprise.
Rachel dropped her head, smiled, and looked at Cole out the top of her eyes.
“Both of you, I’m standing right here.” Jeff’s tone was friendly, but not jovial.
“OK boys, I’m off to do wife things. If you need anything, you know where I’ll be.” Rachel left the men to their game.
“Where is that guy? I’m ready to take his money,” Frank said.
“Yea, I need to win some back from last month,” Jeff said.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Frank cleaned you out,” Cole joined in. “How much did he take you for, anyway?”
“Two hundred. Rachel’s pissed. Still talking about it tonight.”
“That might be the biggest loss to date,” Cole said. “Maybe we should have a limit, so none of us loses our house.”
“Right,” Frank said.
“You never lose, Frank. When was the last time you left down?” Cole asked.
“Sometimes I break even. I’ve lost before.”
“Yea, but you make it up the next month,” Jeff said.
“Exactly,” Cole said. “Matt needs the limit. He loses every month.”
“Why does he keep coming back?” Frank said.
“I don’t know, but I hope he doesn’t stop. We need a few more like him,” Jeff said.
The doorbell rang, and Jeff stood to answer it.
“It’s about fucking time,” Cole said when Matt entered the room.
“Yea, yea. You boys just want to take my money.”
“Get a beer and have a seat. Let’s get this game started.” Frank said.
“I got it. I need another anyway,” Jeff said, and headed for the kitchen.
9:30
“Call,” Frank said.
“Ahh, come on, man. Every time I have a winning hand, you fuck me over,” Matt said.
“Shut up and have another beer. You know you not gonna win,” Cole said.
Matt laughed and stood to go to the kitchen.
“Anyone else?” He held up the empty beer can to signal what he meant.
“Since you going that way,” Frank said.
“Me too,” added Jeff.
“Make it three,” Cole said.
Matt nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back a minute later with two beers.
“Looks like you’re out,” he said, showing the two bottles.
“Shit boys, they are going down easy tonight,” Frank said.
“There are more in the garage fridge. I’ll be right back,” Jeff said.
He returned a few minutes later with two more bottles.
“I restocked the fridge.”
“Great, hate to run out of beer before I win back my money,” Matt said.
“Yea, OK,” Cole said.
“I can feel it, boys. Tonight is the night.”
Everyone laughed, including Matt.
10:20
Jeff counted his chips, $25 left. He had just lost another $15 to Matt, who was having a surprisingly good evening. Frank, as always, was breaking even when he wasn’t winning. Cole had lost some money, but looking at his chips, Jeff didn’t think it was more than $20.
Each had started with $200, which was a lot of money. But no one ever left down more than $100. Until last week when Jeff had lost all $200. Tonight wasn’t going well, either.
“You ready to call it a night?” Frank asked the table, but was looking at Jeff.
“I’m up for whatever,” Cole said.
“I can still play,” Jeff said.
“Looks like you need more money,” Matt said, eyeing Jeff’s chips.
“You sure Rachel is OK with this?” Cole asked.
“Come on, guys, I don’t need my wife’s permission. Let’s play. I’m good for it.” Jeff was feeling the effects of the alcohol and peer pressure. He knew he should walk away, but down two months in a row. He couldn’t face his wife with that much loss.
“One more hand, then I need to get going. Work in the morning,” Frank said. “And another beer. Guess I’ll be catching an Uber tonight. Anyone else?”
Everyone but Matt signaled they would have another.
Cole dealt the next round.
10:45
Jeff looked at his hand again. He had two Jacks, two 3s, and an ace. The ace was wild, giving him a full house. He glanced up at Matt. He was bluffing. The man did not have a poker face.
“Too rich for me, boys,” Frank said. “I fold.”
Cole had folded a few minutes before when the pot was at $750. It was now over $1,000.
“Just us I guess,” Matt said.
“Just us, what you wanna do,” Jeff said.
“I’ll raise you, $200,” Matt said.
“Jesus, guys, that’s nuts,” Cole said.
“Agreed. Someone is going to get fucked,” Frank added.
“I’m in,” Jeff said.
They had needed more chips 20 minutes earlier. Cole and Frank had both folded when their piles were half gone, but Jeff and Matt had kept playing. With the final raise, the pot was $1600. Neither Matt nor Jeff had any chips, and both were in for $800 additional.
“You boys sure? That’s a lot of money,” Frank said.
Both men nodded.
“Let’s see the cards then,” Cole said.
Jeff laid his down.
“Can you beat a full house?” Jeff grinned ear to ear. Everyone but Matt thinking Jeff had won.
Matt read his cards one by one as he dropped them onto the table.
“King of Clubs.”
“Four of Clubs.”
“Four of Diamonds.”
“Four of Spades.”
“And an Ace of Spades. “
“Damn, never saw that coming.” Cole was the first to speak.
“Same here. Congrats, Matt, looks like you’re buying the next round,” Frank said.
“Fuck. Jesus. I’m so fucked,” Jeff said. “Rachel is going to kill me.”
“Don’t have the money?” Matt asked.
“Well, not really. But I’ll get it. I’m no welsh.”
“I don’t want your family living on the street. Maybe we could come up with an alternate way for you to pay.” Matt said. His smile had an evil look, one Jeff had seen before when he wanted something just over the line of morale.
“What do you propose?” Jeff asked.
When Matt finished speaking, everyone at the table was speechless.
11:35
Rachel took a seat at the kitchen table across from her husband.
“What did you do?”
“It’s not that bad. There’s a way we won’t owe the money.”
“You mean you don’t owe the money? You’re the asshole who lost it. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t think I could lose.”
“So you said. But here we are.”
They sat in silence, Jeff drinking his beer.
“OK, what’s our way out?”
“Don’t get mad. You can say no. Matt is doing us a favor.”
“And what favor is he offering?” Rachel used her fingers to make air quotes around the favor.
“You give him a blow-job.” Jeff’s voice was low, almost a whisper.
“I’m not sure I heard you correctly. You are drunk and whispering.”
“A BJ. You suck Matt’s dick and he forgives the debt.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You bet me!”
“No babe. It’s not like that. It was his idea.”
“And you agreed? What the hell is wrong with you!” It wasn’t a question.
“I didn’t agree. I told them I would need to talk to you about it. It’s your decision.”
“Told them? How many know about this?”
“Listen, I’m really sorry. I didn’t think I could lose.”
“Yea Jeff. So you’ve said several times. We are past that now. You lost and now you want to pimp out your wife. Answer my question. Who else knows?”
“Everyone. That’s part of the bet. You do it in front of everybody.”
“Jesus Christ Jeff.”
Rachel stood up and walked around the kitchen. He knew her well enough to keep his mouth shut. She was thinking, debating with herself. This was good. She hadn’t said no.
After a few minutes, she stopped pacing, and took a bottle of tequila and shot glass from the cabinet. She poured a full shot and drank it.
“Give me the details.”
“OK. You have to do it in front of everyone. Including me. No condom and you swallow.”
“Jesus Jeff, I don’t even swallow you.”
“Sorry, that’s the bet. You can stay dressed. He wanted you naked, but I convinced him you stayed dressed.”
Rachel took another drink.
“Babe, we don’t have the $1000.”
“I know our money situation better than you. Maybe you should suck his dick!”
Jeff wasn’t sure if she was joking.
“I’m joking.”
“Oh, thank God.”
She poured another shot and downed it.
“OK, let’s get this over with.”
11:40
Rachel was the first to enter the dining room. An uncomfortable hush fell over the room, all eyes on her. Jeff entered behind her. The three men looked from Rachel to Jeff and back to Rachel, trying to guess what had happened.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Jeff. You got $1,200, or is your sexy wife going to be on her knees?” Matt asked.
“The deal is I blow you and only you. I will not be taking off any clothes, so you can stop hoping for that.” Rachel’s tone was a matter of fact.
“And you swallow it, or the deal is off,” Matt said.
“And I swallow. Such an asshole.”
“Great.”
“Well, let’s see it,” Rachel said.
“What, right here?”
“Yes, or did you want to use me and Jeff’s bed?” Her voice sharp.
“Nope, here’s good.”
Matt unbutton his jeans and dropped them. He took a deep breath and slid his boxers down, exposing his erect cock. Everyone starred. Rachel broke the silence.
“Not bad.”
“Not bad. How big did you want?” Matt asked.
“It can never be too big,” Rachel said.
Frank and John laughed, Jeff let out a sigh.
“How are you doing?” Rachel asked, looking at her husband, still standing in the doorway.
Jeff grunted.
“Why don’t you take a seat at with your friends,” Rachel said.
Jeff shuffled to the table and pulled out a chair.
Rachel eased down to her knees and scooted towards Matt.
She grasped his dick with one hand and stroked it a few times.
“I can work with this,” she said inspecting it.
“Don’t forget his balls. Every man enjoys his balls being licked,” John said.
Rachel raised her head and looked at John.
“Unless you want to show me how it’s done, keep your mouth shut.”
“Damn girl,” Matt said.
“Sorry. Just trying to help,” John said.
“Hey, let them talk. I won the bet, so it’s my way,” Matt said.
Rachel lowered her head and returned to Matt’s dick. She filled her mouth with saliva and sucked his head in. He moaned, his eyes closed, and his head rolled back.
“She that good, Matt?” John asked.
“Fuck yeah, this girl has slobbed a few knobs,” Matt said.
Rachel pulled his dick from her mouth.
“Fuck you,” she said.
“It’s gonna be a long night if you keep stopping,” Matt said.
Rachel rolled her eyes and sucked his cock back into her mouth. She worked halfway down his shaft while stroking him.
“Don’t forget the balls. Massage his balls, you got two hands.” This time Frank was talking.
Rachel reached for his nuts and he moaned again. This one louder.
“Good girl,” John said. “Hey Jeff, how’s it feel watching your wife with another man’s dick in her mouth?”
Jeff averted his eyes.
“How is she, Matt? Looks like she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose,” Frank said.
“Yea, she is fucking great.”
“Wait, we can only see your head bouncing up and down. We want to look at your ass,” John said.
Rachel scooted back and stood up.
“You, on the couch.” She pointed to Matt.
He shuffled over to the sofa, holding his pants around his knees. He dropped to the sofa and laid back, spreading his arms over the back as if it was his couch.
“You two, watch from over there. You can take your chairs.” She nodded to the floating shelf below the wall-mounted TV.
Frank and John carried their chairs to the appointed place and took a seat.
“What about him?” Matt asked. “He needs to watch his wife suck me off.”
“Right there.” She pointed to the overstuffed chair a mere two feet from the sofa. “That will give him a front-row view of what he lost.”
“Perfect,” Matt said.
Jeff stood and trudged to the living room chair. The chair he had watched football with Matt and John. Now his friend was naked from the waist down, his dick hard and covered in his wife’s saliva. In a few more minutes, he would unload down her throat.
Rachel dropped to her knees in front of Matt. She bent forward, pushing her butt out towards John and Frank.
“That better,” she said, looking over her shoulder.
“Much,” John said.
“Your wife has a great ass, Jeff. Hope you lose more, would love a strip show,” Frank said.
“Fuck you, boys. This is the last time he plays poker with you.”
“Forget them and get back to me,” Matt said.
Rachel did as ordered, sucking his dick into her mouth. She worked it in and out.
“Good girl. Take all of it. Clean to the balls,” Matt said.
Matt’s cock muffled Rachel’s response.
“What’s that. Can’t hear you with your mouth full,” Matt said.
Rachel released his prick and looked up at him.
“I said, Fuck you asshole.”
“Fiery little slut, aren’t you. Now shut up and suck,” Matt said.
Rachel returned to Matt’s dick, working to get as much as she could down her throat.
“Hey Jeff, she any good?” John asked.
Jeff said nothing. He just stared at the scene in front of him. He thought about his wife’s lips. The lips she kissed him with earlier in the evening. The same lips she would kiss him with again, now wrapped around another man’s cock.
“Hey, buddy, You ok?” Matt asked.
“It’s this or $1200. And you owe it all if she doesn’t swallow. But from the way she is working my dick, I’m sure she has swallowed plenty.”
Jeff nodded, but said nothing.
“I heard Matt likes his balls sucked,” John said to ease the tension that had fallen over the room.
“Yea, suck his balls,” Frank said.
Rachel released his dick and looked at the peanut gallery.
“That wasn’t part of the deal, not sit back and enjoy the show.”
“The deal is whatever I say it is, now suck my balls.”
Rachel grunted and lifted his dick with one hand while grasping his balls with the other. She slid out her tongue and licked them, holding them in her hand.
“Suck them,” Matt said.
Rachel took each nut into her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s good. You have sucked a lot of cocks. Hasn’t she Jeff.” Matt said as if it were fact.
“Hey Jeff, you think you would ever see your wife blow another man?” John asked.
Jeff said nothing but instead, watch as his spouse worked her magic on his friend’s dick. Precum beaded on the tip, his wife’s silva shining in the lamplight. He knew from experience that when she wanted to she gave incredible blow jobs.
“John asked you a question,” Matt said. “Answer the man.”
Jeff mumbled something inaudible.
“We didn’t hear you,” Matt said.
“No, I’m not a fan,” Jeff said. This time louder, but still with little conviction.
“Guess you should learn to play better poker,” Matt laughed.
“Or not. Your wife is damn good at sucking dick,” Matt said.
Rachel sat, leaned back and looked up at Matt.
“You’re a dick.”
“Suck slut. No more talking,” Matt said.
“Fuck you,” Rachel said before going back to work.
“Jesus fuck Jeff, your wife can suck a dick. This might be the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
“It’s obvious she has done this a time before,” Frank said.
“Or 100’s by the look on Matt’s face,” John said.
“I’m close boys. You ready Jeff?” Matt asked. “I’m about to blow a load down your pretty wife’s throat.”
Everyone but Rachel looked at Jeff, who turned away.
“Oh no, you’re gonna watch this. That’s the deal,” Matt said.
Jeff turned back. His wife had all of Matt’s cock down her throat. She had never taken all of his, even though he begged her to on several birthdays.
Jeff noticed his wife was aroused. The flush on her face and the way she closed her eyes. She was enjoying herself. He thought he had even heard her moan.
“Oh shit, you like this, don’t you,” Matt said to Jeff.
“Fuck no. Just get it over with.”
“Yeah right. I can see your hard-on through your jeans. And you were stroking yourself through your pants.”
“Fuck, Matt is right. Look how hard he is,” John said.
“Stop staring at my junk. What’s wrong with you?”
“Hurry Matt, I need to get home, got work tomorrow,” Frank said.
“I’m close. Just want to be sure Jeff gets a proper look. Come over here so you can watch me pump into your wife’s throat.”
Jeff didn’t move. The embarrassment of being caught clear on his face.
“Now asshole,” Matt snapped.
Jeff stood and move closer.
“On your knees beside your wife. Get a view of what happens when you fuck up,” Matt said.
Jeff lowered himself next to his bride. His face inches from Matt’s shaft, sliding in and out of his wife’s mouth.
“Oh Christ you’re good,” Matt said. “I’m cumming.”
Matt grabbed Rachel’s head and held it tight against him. Jeff could see his body tense. Rachel pushed back, but Matt was too strong. His dick pulsed, and Jeff watched as Matt shot his load down Rachel’s throat.
“Fuck, fuck fuck.” Matt chanted, ‘Oh my god’ and ‘fuck you’re good’ as his balls emptied into Rachel.
When he was finished, he released her head and she spit out his wilting dick.
“What the fuck, asshole,” she coughed. “Why did you hold my head, Jesus, I almost puked?”
Matt didn’t answer, but instead stroked his cock.
“Look, you missed a few drops.” He pointed to the cum beading on the end of his dick. Rachel leaned in and licked it off.
“Now swallow. And show everyone that your mouth is empty.”
Rachel did as she was told. Opening up and showing the three men her empty mouth.
“Don’t forget your husband,” John said.
She turned and faced Jeff, her mouth inches from his. She opened it and showed him.
“Say ahh,” Matt said.
“Ahh, assholes.”
“Well, damn, that was good. But it’s late, and I gotta get up for work tomorrow. Thanks for a great game guys,” Matt said, standing and dressing. “Guess I’ll see you in a few weeks if not before.”
“Yup, thanks for the show Rachel,” Frank said.
“I’ll be going too. I might need to jerk off to your wife, Jeff. She is a treat,” John said.
Jeff said nothing, but pulled himself up to the couch. The three men showed themselves out while Rachel sat on the floor in silence. Before closing the door, Matt poked his head back in the doorway.
“Next month it will be more than a blowjob.”
He pulled the door shut behind him. After a few minutes, Rachel stood and left to take a shower. Jeff didn’t move, unsure what to do.
