The evening with Beth, Doug, and Tyson had been unexpected, but also kind of a thrilling surprise. I definitely hadn’t imagined hubby might expose my new desires to anyone we actually knew. I had to admit to myself that I was glad he did. The more I thought about the possibility of being able to fully let go without having to worry about anything else, the more excited I got. But it also made me really nervous. Every time I thought about my time at the club or Beth’s, I felt more and more of my old, normal self slipping away and being replaced by the need to please and cum.
That Saturday night was hubby’s usual monthly poker night with a neighbor a few doors down. The guy was divorced and usually invited a bunch of guys to get together to play. Sometimes girlfriends or wives would attend, and we would all hang out upstairs enjoying adult beverages while the guys played poker in the basement. Hubby said it was a couples month, so I was going with him.
When I started to get dressed, hubby stopped me and gave me an outfit he said he wanted me to wear. By that point, I’d given up any thought of questioning his choices, so I took what he’d handed me and got dressed. The short skirt and low-cut top were more revealing than anything I’d ever worn to one of the poker nights. Plus, he hadn’t given me any panties or bra to wear, which I knew was no accident.
I’d never picked up any hint of naughtiness or indication adult activities happened at the poker games, and the other women had never given off that kind of vibe. Not knowing for sure what hubby had planned made me a little nervous, but also kind of excited with jolts of anticipation zipping through me.
It was dark outside by the time we headed down the street. Having never been out of the house in our neighborhood with so little on, I felt like there were eyes behind every curtain watching me, and I got another thrill of excitement at the thought. The neighbor’s front door was open when we arrived, so we walked right in. I saw a couple guys I recognized from other poker nights, but there were about five men I’d never met before.
Hubby introduced me to everyone, but the only name I remembered was Thomas, a big black guy leaning against the far wall. He was tall, well-built, and good-looking. He had a magnetic confidence.
Even though I didn’t remember anyone else’s name, I definitely noticed how hungrily they all stared at me. Like I was a piece of meat and they were starving. The thought of being wanted like that by a whole room full of guys sent a shiver of excitement through me.
At hubby’s urging, I headed to the kitchen to join the other women. There were only four of them, none of whom I recognized. I knew I’d met the wives of at least a couple of the guys in the other room, but they weren’t there.
The four women all seemed to know each other, and introduced themselves. They were Kira, Ann, Elizabeth, and Nikki. They were all at least ten years younger than me, gorgeous, and wearing very similar outfits to what hubby had chosen for me. A lot of skin was showing, but I wasn’t upset about it in the slightest.
After about ten minutes, the guys all filed through the kitchen, ogling me again as they headed to the basement to play. I felt like I was on display, even though the other women were dressed about the same. Hubby grabbed my ass as he passed, and everyone enjoyed my squeak of surprise. After the guys were all gone, the five of us moved to the living room to get more comfortable.
Not really knowing the other women, I initially sat quietly as they all chatted about life and work and men. They made an effort to include me in the conversations, and I participated where I could, but it was obvious that they all already knew each other. And they weren’t shy at all, talking openly about sexual experiences and preferences. I felt myself very quickly getting more and more aroused hearing about some of their exploits.
When Elizabeth suggested a drinking game, the other three enthusiastically agreed. She grabbed a bunch of bottles of different types of whiskey and set them on the coffee table. The plan was to blindfold one woman at a time and see if they could guess which brand of whiskey it was just from taste. As a fan of whiskey, and already feeling pretty good from the first two drinks, I willingly agreed. We played a few rounds, with most of us only getting one or two correct. But the fun was the blindfolded part and getting tipsy.
As the game progressed, the other women kept complimenting me and telling me how hot I looked and how amazing my body was. My top did cling pretty tightly to my tits, which I’m sure was hubby’s goal. The other woman periodically touched my legs or neck or hair, and the near constant attention, along with the liberal consumption of alcohol, definitely had an effect. I found myself getting more and more turned on. Before I knew it, the dampness in my crotch had me squirming on the couch. I had to keep pulling my skirt down to avoid showing everyone my lack of underwear.
After another half-dozen rounds, Kira suggested a slight change to the game. If someone guessed wrong, the others got to do something to them while they were blindfolded. Well past tipsy and feeling very happily drunk, it sounded fun to me. I was having a lot of fun with them, and they really made me feel completely at ease.
At first, when one of them guessed wrong, the others gave a playful pinch or smack on the ass or some other silly thing. But things quickly escalated, and before long, they were kissing, flashing, grabbing tits, and rubbing pussies. It was getting very exciting, and I found myself looking forward to being blindfolded every time my turn approached. Not sure how the game had become so sexual so fast, I couldn’t help but wonder if that had been their intention all along. I had to admit that it felt exciting to think these gorgeous women might find me desirable.
Right before my turn, we all watched Nikki kneel down in front of Kira and nearly make her cum with her face buried in her crotch. Watching her thrust her hips forward as she moaned, and then groaning in disappointment when Nikki stopped had me itching to touch myself. Kira took off the blindfold and passed it to me.
I very nervously slid it on and sat quivering with anticipation. I downed the shot of whiskey they put in my hand, knowing immediately which branch it was. When I guessed wrong, they all cheered for what seemed like a long time, being very loud and boisterous. I loved how excited they were I’d gotten it wrong.
Sitting there, I was practically vibrating as I waited to see what they were going to do. The second I felt a hand on my knee, my legs opened, sliding my skirt up higher than it had been all night. Remembering Kira a few moments earlier, on the verge of an orgasm, I felt like someone had turned on a faucet between my legs. If I didn’t cum in the very near future, I felt like I might explode.
The hand on my leg pushed a little more, opening my legs wider. With as high as my skirt had ridden up, I had to assume they’d all realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. The idea these almost complete strangers saw how wet I was, knowing how needy and horny I was, was embarrassing. But I couldn’t help it. I needed to be touched.
The first gentle touch on my pussy sent a jolt of lightning through my body, and I moaned out loud. Louder than I’d expected, and I hoped none of the guys downstairs heard me. The finger slowly slid up and down, easily slipping between my already wet lips, using my juices as lubrication. I moaned again as the finger neared my clit. I needed it. I had to cum.
When the finger disappeared, I whimpered and groaned in disappointment. Why had they stopped? Couldn’t they tell how much I needed to cum. Then it gently touched my lips, tracing back and forth and leaving a trail of my own cum behind. Before I could lick it off, another tongue ran across my lips, parting them and slipping inside. Another moan of ecstasy escaped.
I had no idea who it was, and I honestly didn’t care, but our tongues explored each other’s mouths. A hand pushed my legs even farther apart and slid up toward my aching pussy. It circled around the outside, not touching my clit or my opening. My body betrayed my need, moving and thrusting forward in an attempt to get some relief.
When the kiss stopped and the finger disappeared, I whimpered again and begged for more. Two hands took my wrists and stood me up. They walked me forward and helped me lie down on my stomach onto a cushioned bench. Feeling my skirt around my waist, I knew my pussy was exposed, but I didn’t care anymore. All I wanted was someone to help relieve the ache and need to cum.
When something touched my pussy, I immediately pushed back, hoping to get whatever it was inside me. It was a tongue, and it started slowly licking from my clit to my asshole, making me groan and moan. The wide, flat surface of the tongue felt amazing, and I never wanted it to stop.
It slowly built toward what I knew was going to be a powerful orgasm. I felt something on my wrists and my legs just above my knees, but I was too focused on the amazing tongue to realize what was happening.
Before the orgasm hit, the tongue disappeared way too soon, and I groaned again in disappointment. I begged for more again and tried to move. But whatever was around my wrists and thighs suddenly tightened, securing me to the legs of the stool. I was blindfolded and trapped, basically on all fours, with my pussy exposed. Not having any clue what the women had planned or why they’d done this to me, I was scared and excited by what might happen next.
When something warm touched my pussy again, I moaned in relief and pushed back again, needing to cum. It wasn’t a tongue that time. Or a finger. Something much thicker than a finger slid into me, making me grunt in surprise as it entered. It kept going and going, filling me up. A sudden wave of ecstasy overtook me and I groaned in erotic bliss as an orgasm ripped through my body.
It wasn’t until the orgasm finally subsided that I realized a cock was inside me. And not a fake one. Someone was there with me and the other women. I started to try and move, but I was secured in place. I started to say something, to ask what was going on, but the cock pulled just about all the way out, and then shoved back in, eliciting another moan.
I wanted to say something. Anything. To try and stop what was happening, but the feeling of the cock plunging into me over and over shut my brain off. His balls kept slapping against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me on each impact. All I could do was moan in pleasure as another orgasm slowly started to build.
When I felt something touch my lips, I instinctually opened my mouth, letting it slip inside, not realizing at first what it was. I had to open even wider, and it slid nearly all the way to the back of my throat before my brain managed to push past the fog of pleasure assaulting my pussy to realize it was another cock.
The sudden realization I was tied in place with someone fucking my pussy and face at the same time nearly sent me into an instant orgasm. I started sucking the cock, hoping to get rewarded with a thick load of cum. I didn’t want to disappoint whoever it was, and needed to show him I could be as good as anyone else.
The voices around me started. Male voices. And from the sounds of it, a lot of them. Possibly all of them. They were saying how hot and slutty I was, and how good I was taking both cocks. I redoubled my efforts, pushing back into the cock repeatedly thrusting into my pussy and slurping on the cock in my mouth.
As another orgasm built in my pussy, the guy’s speed and intensity changed. With a final thrust, he shoved it all the way in and exploded inside me. Feeling his cock throbbing in my pussy instantly sent me over the edge and I screamed in pleasure around the cock in my mouth. That must have been just enough to send the other guy over the edge, and he erupted, filling my mouth with the warm, gooey cum I’d been hoping for. I swallowed as fast as possible, hoping not to miss any of it.
When the cock slid out of my pussy, it was immediately replaced by another. The guys kept talking about how hot it was to see me being so slutty and such a good fuck. The second guy didn’t waste any time, and started fucking hard and fast. I grunted and groaned and moaned, enjoying every thrust and slap of balls on my clit.
The cock in my mouth slid out, and I opened for another one, wanting the feel of it on my tongue. But instead, a pussy was shoved into my face. Not caring who I got to taste, I immediately began licking and sucking, my face being pushed into the pussy with every thrust from the cock on the other end. Everyone kept saying how good I looked and how well I was taking the cocks and how hungry I was for pussy. All I wanted to do was show them all how good I could be and live up to their expectations.
Without my hands, I did the best I could with the pussy, and eventually got her to cum. When she moved, another cock touched my lips, and I happily opened wide.
I lost track of how many times I came, the feel of the cocks erupting in my pussy and filling me with cum instantly making me cum harder and harder each time. The cocks kept getting replaced, with one in my mouth and one in my pussy nearly non-stop. Even secured to the bench, I pushed back to meet each thrust, loving the feel of the different lengths and thicknesses.
I had no idea who any of them belonged to, and it honestly didn’t matter. I couldn’t think of anything but letting them satisfy their desires and use me, waiting in breathless anticipation of the feel of them unloading inside me.
After what felt like hours, but was probably less than an hour, the cock that had just cum inside my gaping pussy slid out. I felt cum pouring out of me and covering my face. Another cock didn’t immediately start fucking me, but I was too exhausted and spent to care. I’d never felt so satisfied in my life. Knowing that I made all those men happy like that was truly exhilarating.
Hubby’s voice in my ear told me I was just about done, but it was his turn. He took his position behind me and rubbed his cock up and down between my swollen pussy lips. My body betrayed me again, ignoring my exhaustion, and tried to push back onto him to get another cock in me. He told me to beg for it. He wanted to hear me say that my slutty pussy needed his cock. I immediately complied, telling him how much I needed him to fuck me.
Without any hesitation, he shoved his cock in. I grunted in pleasure, unable to form any kind of coherent thought beyond wanting his cum inside me. He grabbed my hips, thrusting hard and fast, grunting as he shoved his whole cock in my needy pussy. I started moaning again, loving the feel of his need and desire. He made me beg him to let me cum again. He made me say how much I needed to cum for him.
He finally shoved it in hard one last time. When I felt his cock throb and add his cum to what felt like buckets of cum I’d already taken, it pushed me over the edge and my body shuddered with another body-shaking orgasm.
When he pulled out, he came around and fed me his cock. I gladly took it in my mouth, greedy to taste everyone else and myself. It was delicious, and I knew I was going to want more. Then he said that this would be how the poker games were going to end from now on, and if I was a really good girl, they would have another surprise for me next time. I couldn’t wait.
