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Click the picture above for more details. The invitation to the event was from a business associate. I knew him, but I would not say it was real well. However, well enough that we had talked somewhat about social events outside of business.
During those conversations, he had indicated that his wife was a real pistol which he did not always know how to handle. The invitation was extended for me and a date, if I liked, to have dinner at their house on Saturday night. When I picked up my date she was wearing a nice straight skirt the hem for which was just above her knee, with a simple silk blouse. All very tasteful except maybe the slit in her skirt at her left leg that went up to just below the pantie line. I liked it and was thinking of getting her back to my place after dinner and getting her out of those cloths.
When my date and I arrived at the home of my business associate that evening for dinner we brought two bottles of nice red wine.
I was pleasantly surprised at our hostess. She was attractive and clean cut, wearing a short mini skirt and a simple blouse. After introductory conversation, our host served cocktails before dinner, which our hostess went to the kitchen to finish. When dinner was ready, we sat down to a simple friendly dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes and peas. My favorite! The conversation was normal and we all were having a good time. And I would say we were all feeling pretty comfortable with each other.
During dinner we emptied the two bottles of wine my date and I brought. During all of this, our hostess was very flirty, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse showing cleavage and the top edge of her brazier. Which surprised me a little, but happy with view. After dinner, she suggested that we play cards, and our host chimed in with the suggestion of the game being poker.
I was a little taken aback by both suggestions, but did not want to offend. Rather than clearing the table, our hostess suggested we use the floor for the game. We all bought our chips for cash, me paying for my date and our host paying for his wife. Our hostess sat next to her husband and right across from me.
She had her ankles crossed, which left her thighs sped enough that I had an unobstructed view of the crouch of her laced panties, that were almost see through. We played poker for quite a while during which we emptied two more bottles of wine, at which time we were very lubricated and happy. The result of the game to that point was that our hostess was wiped out of her chips, and needed a bet to call me. My date and I were both very surprised by the unplanned game of strip poker, at least unplanned by us.
I was frankly not opposed to the game at all, but had no idea what my date felt. However, after questioning looks back and forth between us, she said in a very giddy way — What the hell, and she totally unbuttoned her blouse. My date said she had never played before Wife strip poker stories but I am not afraid of being an exhibitionist, which is new to me as well. Neither my date nor I had any plans for this evening to take the turns that it did. When our hostess sat back down, she crossed her ankles the same way and I had unobstructed view of her pussy that had neatly trimmed pubic hair.
I won the hand! When I collected the pot of chips and the panties, I noticed the crouch of the panties were totally soaked. I could not resist smelling them which brought a large smile to the face of our hostess. Then she said that clothes, once they were taken off, became just like poker chips and you did not get to put them back on. I do not know if that is really part of strip poker, but I said ok. As the game went on, our hostess was now doing well, she even won back her panties and had a portion of the cloths of everyone else.
The game continued on, going back and forth, with the drinks Wife strip poker stories regularly and we all were largely undressed and giddy. However, the luck of our hostess had reversed again and she no longer had a pile of cloths of anyone else, or many of her own cloths for that matter. The next hand was a large hand, and at the end of it, the hostess was stark naked and she again needed a bet to call me. She bet ALL IN including her giving sexual pleasures to the winner male or female if she lost, and she would do it right there in front of everyone else.
Again, I won the hand. Lucky me! The hostess then sat down on the middle of the pile cloths that made up the pot, and she spread her legs. She then said due to my bet, this pot includes my pussy. You could tell she was very ready as you could see the moisture all over her croagh and starting to run down her thighs.
Her lips and pubic area were swollen. She was clearly very hot. She put a finger in her pussy and said to me come do me. The look on the face of our host was utter shock. My male member was already hard and standing tall and I started moving toward her. I lined up the head of my cock with her entrance and started to use the head of my steel hard cock to tease her pussy, and her husband started to object.
However, just then the hostess thrust hips toward me and my dick slid right into her with incredible ease. I went balls deep instantly. As the head of my dick hit her cervix, she arched her back, her eyes glazed over a bit, she inhaled sharply, groaned and began to mown deeply. As we were doing it, starting out with her using her hips to thrust herself on and off of my male member, while her husband was starting to have a fit — I said to him a gentleman would not make a lady welch on her bet that he himself had allowed her to make in the first place.
Our host then just sat back and watched, and I was well past caring about what he thought. I then I grabbed our hostess by the hips and really got with the retheme of the program, and she began to scream and I could feel her contracting and releasing rapidly around my cock and I knew she building to her first orgasm. Our host was watching us, enjoying and stroking himself when my date turned things into group sex. She took off the few cloths she still had on and started by giving our host oral until he was totally rock hard.
She then mounted his pole and rode him like a cowgirl. She was effectively fucking herself by alternatively rocking back and forth on his cock, and raising and lowering herself on the pole. Her face had a lidded fuck haze eyes and a smirk. Meantime I kept doing our hostess and she kept building screaming orgasms on top of screaming orgasms until one final intense one. Wife strip poker stories could not hold my load any longer and exploded deep in her pussy right with her. I must have shot five or six large ropes of cum deep in her very willing love holster. When I finished I held my dick in her as long as I could.
However, my member got totally limp and slid out of her pussy. I just could not hold it in her any longer. I then rolled off of her. My sperm just poured out of her pussy, down the cheeks of her ass, and onto the pile of cloths that had been the final pot. There it all was there; the cloths, the pussy and the cum from doing the pussy — the whole final pot in a messy pile.
However, the evening was not over. I would have Wife strip poker stories happy just laying there until morning, but our hostess decided to trade partners even though us guys were totally expended. My date agreed. My date was giving my limp member oral, and saying I bet I can get this pole back up — she did. I was then doing her, but not quite like and where I had fantasized at the beginning of the evening.
It was definitely sloppy seconds, which I had ever had before. After my date date fucked our host, I had seen a large amount of cum running out of her, onto his pubic area and down the cheeks of his ass. But by no means did it all run out. But god her pussy felt so very good to me — very fine just the same. My date then plunged over the edge to another orgasm with me just behind her. This began the swapping of partners back and forth for the rest of the night until our host was totally spent for good.
The rest of us then became a FMF Threesome. My date, the hostess and myself were going at it, when I asked my date if she had ever done anal. She said no but what the hell I have not ever done most of this stuff — go for it if you can. I turned her over on her stomach and started kissing and rimming her ass, and started lubricating her asshole with the cum that had flowed out of the pussy of our hostess after the first round. As I started to carefully work one finger into the asshole of my date, she said to me please be gentle I have never done this before. I worked my finger very slowly in and out.
When my finger went in far enough where my first knuckle slipped past her mud value, her eyes glazed over, she inhaled sharply and groaned. I stopped but after a moment she started working her ass onto my finger. After my finger Wife strip poker stories all the way in, I again stopped for a moment.
The whole time I had been working on the asshole of my date, our hostess had been sucking my cock trying to get ready for action again but she now seems to have left. Just then she hands me a tube of ky jelly and goes back to sucking my cock. I go back to lubricating the asshole of my date with liberal amounts of ky jelly with my one finger and started the process over with two fingers. Her asshole had expanded and was now gotten really loose and I was thinking about trying a third finger when my date says Fuck my ass!
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