Two Tables Full of Games

Two Tables Full of Games

++++ This is a long story but with plenty of sex. Hopefully the length won't deter you. ++++

They moved into the retirement community soon after they stopped working. They were both determined to enjoy retirement. They had worked hard for a long time and now it was going to be "their time."

Diane had joined a group of ladies in the neighborhood who gathered monthly to play games. One month they played a dice game called "Bunco." The next, it was Spades. Every third month, they played poker. Poker had been added when the group decided that they needed to broaden their horizons. They brought in a professional poker player, who taught them the game. Now they enjoyed their evenings of "high stakes" gambling. They actually played little more than penny-ante, and all winnings were donated to charity. But that didn't keep them from being quite competitive with each other.

Game Nights also involved dinner, drinks, and lots of conversation. Diane had been a little surprised at how often, and how much, the conversation seemed to gravitate toward sex. All the Game Night participants were at least 65 years old, and the majority of the women were widows or divorced. In fact, Diane was one of only 5 out of 14 women who still had a husband. And she was the only one who still had her "original" mate. The women, especially the widows, seemed to be obsessed with talking about sex. Not that Diane complained about it. She loved hearing about other people's sex lives. Especially when they would give graphically detailed product reviews of the new sex toys they bought. She often masturbated as she drove home from Game Night. Then she would tear her husband, Jerry's clothes off, and they would have sex in whatever room he was in when she arrived.

One night, as they were taking a break from playing spades and were having dinner and wine, Sandy, the woman who had originally organized the group, and who was still the President of the club, stood up and said, "Our table has been talking and the four of us have a suggestion to make. We would like to schedule a special poker game for next month. The group murmured. We would like to play poker, with the buy-in the same as usual. But... since the four of us at our table all have husbands, we would like to offer them up as our 'special waiters'... and prizes for the evening. We're open to discussing the details, but our idea - one that we think we can sell to our husbands - is that the men will wait on us throughout the evening, bringing dinner, drinks, etc. But they will do it naked - or dressed any way y'all want them to be."

One of the other women spoke up. "I read an erotic story like this. But it was the woman who 'serviced' the men in the story. What they did in the story was, anytime a man won a hand, he got to do whatever he wanted with the woman, until someone won the next hand. Do y'all think your husbands would go for us touching them, or having them touch us? Would YOU be okay with them doing that?"

The conversation went on for a while. The women with husbands were considering what their limits might be. Diane was the only married one who was not at the table where the discussion began. She listened to their discussions intently. There was a suggestion that the men wear leather collars and leashes. Someone said they should be tied down on their backs, so that whoever wanted to, could walk over and ride a dick for a while and then come back to the table. Someone else reminded them that these were 65+ year-old men. Even with modern pharmaceuticals, it was unlikely that they would lie there, tied down, with continuous hard-ons. There were questions about whether the women were going to be wearing clothes; was everyone okay with the idea of being naked - or having sex - in front of each other. Every suggestion was entertained, every question discussed. But in the end, the wives thought they should keep it pretty simple this first time; if there was ever going to be a second time. They would all begin the evening clothed, except the men, who would be in waiter's aprons and nothing else. They all agreed that they would wear dresses or skirts and blouses, with nothing underneath. Each man would be asked by his wife, before poker night, what he would and would not do. The wives would then put together a list of dos and don'ts to be sent to every member.

When Diane got home, she found Jerry watching an old movie.

"How was your game night?" he asked, somewhat absently.

"Interesting." She sat on the couch opposite his chair. "I'd like to talk to you about something that happened tonight. Do you mind pausing the movie?"

He clicked the remote. "Not at all. You actually saved me from myself. That movie was boring me to tears, but I was determined to finish it." he said with a laugh. "What's up?"

"While we were eating (and drinking quite a bit of wine), some of the ladies started planning next month's poker night. At first I thought that it was just the wine talking, but the farther they went, the more I saw that they were serious. I was surprised..."

"What are you talking about?" he interrupted. "Start somewhere near the beginning, so that I can catch up to whatever it is we're discussing."

"Sorry." she said. "I'm just so confused. What was suggested, and what I believe they are now seriously planning, is having a couple of different poker tables set up... and having you guys - the husbands of those of us who are lucky enough to still have ours - wait on us while we play." She looked up at him with concern in her eyes.

"And you volunteered me to do what, dress in a tux and serve women dinner and drinks?" he chuckled. "It wouldn't be anything I'd ordinarily be interested in. But I like the few women I know in the club - I even love one of them." he smiled at her. "And I know that all the winnings go to charity, so I'd be willing to do it."

The concerned look on her face hadn't changed. She spoke slowly and hesitatingly. "Well... that's not exactly what they have planned."

Now he was the one who was getting concerned. "Meaning what? Just tell me."

"Okay." She looked him straight in the eye. "The plan is to have the men wearing very little." His eyebrows shot up. "The rules of the game are still being worked out, but it will be something along the lines of, whoever wins a hand gets to 'interact' with the waiter of her choice, until the next hand is won." Now her face and neck were beet red.

"Interact?" he said inquiringly. "As in... sexually?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed ashamedly. Then, all of the discussion details came pouring out.

He listened intently. The longer she talked, the more interested he was. He reached down to adjust his dick in his shorts. Clearly his little head was getting interested, even if his big head still had reservations. He also noticed that as she continued talking, she had started to squeeze her thighs together almost imperceptibly, but in a regular rhythm. And although her arms were crossed over her chest, he could see that one hand was rubbing a breast. He was now working on a real erection.

"So," he started, "let me get this straight. You want to know if I would be willing to be naked or nearly naked in a room with your game night club. If I agree, I'll not only be serving them drinks and dinner, but I'll also be available to any or all of them as a sex toy. Does that about cover it?"

She sat looking at him, trying to judge from his facial expression, how he felt about this. His tone had given away nothing.

"Yes, I guess when you boil it down, that's about it."

He looked at her intently. "Pray tell... how would YOU feel about ME being the sexual plaything for other women? Because frankly, that and one other, would be my major concerns."

"I don't really know." she said honestly. "But I can tell you that the discussions, both there and here, have made my nipples hard and my vagina more than a little wet. By the way, if you agree to do this, I'm supposed to let the club know what your dos and don'ts are."

He slowly smiled at her. "Why don't we get naked and finish this discussion." With that, he pulled down his shorts and kicked them away. His dick jumped out of its confines and stood in front of him. He peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it on top of his shorts. He then sat back in his chair, naked, lightly fondling his hard dick. She followed suit. He noticed when she pulled her panties off that the gusset was very wet. When she too was naked, she leaned back and threw one leg over the arm of the couch. With one hand she was kneading a breast and pinching the nipple. With the other hand she was finally giving the building desire in her pussy the attention it deserved. She scooped up some of her moisture and spread it all around her lips. She circled around her now completely engorged clit a couple of times, careful not to touch it yet. She slid a finger in and out of her vagina several times and then started the whole process again. His eyes were glued to first one of her hands and then the other.

"So what do you think?" she said in a breathy voice. "And what was the other concern you had, beside how seeing you with other women would affect me?"

"Oh," he partially came out of his trance. "What if no one wants to play with me?" he asked in a voice that unfortunately sounded as if it came from the mouth of six year-old on the first day in a new school.

"You don't have to worry about that." Her finger was now gliding across her clit. The fingers of the other one had left her breasts and was dipping in and out of her pussy. "I've talked with several of the women who think you're attractive. And I've overheard others' conversations in which they described some of the things they would like to do with you. You won't be a wallflower. Now another question. How would YOU feel about watching ME play with another guy... or guys?" Now her fingers were focused on a goal. Little moans escaped her lips. And she was breathing heavily.

"You know that I have had a fantasy about watching you with another guy... or guys." he said in an increasingly breathless voice. His strokes were getting faster and he had his other hand cupping his balls. "If you're sure that I won't be left out. Then you can tell them, 'I'm in!'"

That was when they both orgasmed. Her eyes slammed shut as she grunted deeply and repeatedly. Her orgasm was a deep, body-shaking, strong-pulsing, toe-curling, event. The spasms shook her body. Her pussy leaked enough that there was a trail down the front of the couch to the floor. Her pussy had clamped down hard enough that the fingers inside were getting sore. As he watched her orgasm start, he felt the familiar tingle in his spine. He too squeezed his eyes shut. The cum started to boil up from his balls. He slowed his stroke as he felt it move up his shaft. And... there it was! The cum streamed out of him. It shot out of him rhythmically before it began to ebb.

He opened his eyes, just as she opened hers. He was rubbing his cum all over his balls and around softening dick, enjoying the slick feeling. She too was enjoying some post-orgasm caressing. Her hand and her labia glistened in the light, and he saw an occasional spasm as she touched still-sensitive areas.

"Well, okay then." she said. "I guess that's decided."

"Are you sure that you're going to be okay seeing other women giving me pleasure, and vice versa?"

"I never would have thought so. But when they started talking about it, I got wet. And just now, discussing it, that was quite an orgasm. So, I guess my body is telling me that I find it exciting."

"Maybe." he said, somewhat dubiously. "Or maybe, you were thinking about the other men, and what you could order them to do with, and to you. The more I think about it, I'm fine with this plan. I think that we could both have a lot of fun. But I do not want to do anything that will create jealousy or a problem between you and me. I love the idea of both of us having new experiences. But you're the only thing that's really important to me."

She walked across the floor to him, pussy juice still running down her legs, and held his chin between her hands. She bent and kissed him softly but passionately. He could smell her desire on her hands and unbelievably, his dick twitched against her leg. She pulled back and looked into his eyes and said, "I absolutely agree with you. If there are any unpleasant feelings, all we have to do is get through the evening. Then we discuss the problem and put it behind us."

His hand slid up her slippery leg and she moaned as he cupped her mons in his hand. He pulled his hand back and she whined, "Put it back, please." He licked the wetness off his palm and said,

"Let's go into the bedroom."

They pulled the covers back on the bed and got in. After a few more kisses, he said, "Why don't you come up here and put your pussy in my face." Sometimes she really liked it when he talked that way. This was definitely one such time.

"What do you intend to do with this pussy if I bring it up there?" she growled.

"I intend to lick and suck it until it can't take anymore!"

"That sounds good." she said with certainty. "But I'll also need fingers inside, and maybe one in my butt."

"Yes, ma'am." he said. "I am your servant." He figured he might as well get ready for his subservient role at the poker game. He then spent the next twenty minutes feasting on her womanhood. He licked her labia. He put his tongue as far in her vagina as he could. He licked and then sucked on her clit. She squirmed and pushed against his mouth. She moaned and urged him on. Then when she got close, she grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled him in tight, as if to insert his entire head into her pussy. He kept the two fingers moving against her g-spot and one finger moving in and out of her butt.

"I'm cumming!" she blurted out, hoarsely. This one was like a bomb going off inside her. It just seemed to blow everything up. She pulled his head into her so tight that he was briefly afraid she was going to suffocate him. Fluid gushed out of her as the spasms started. His face, neck, and chest were completely covered. As the orgasm reached its peak, she cried out in a louder voice than he had ever heard her use, "Oh! My! God! Oh! Fuck!!" It was the last that made him pull his head out of her grasp. She rarely used the "f-word," and never called on the deity in that manner. This was something entirely new.

"What?" he couldn't help but ask, as her orgasm waned with him gently rubbing her pussy.

"What, what?" she finally said.

"I've never heard you yell out like that. Especially not, 'Oh fuck!'"

"Did I say that?" she honestly asked. Now she was embarrassed.

"Yes you did. And it was the hottest thing ever!"

"Really? You like that?" she asked.

"Yes! Between your yelling and gushing all over me, there could never be better evidence that you really enjoyed yourself. I loved it."

"Hmmm." was the only response she had. It took all the effort she had, but she pulled herself up from the bed and reached into her nightstand. "Now it's your turn."

She came out of the drawer with a long, slim dildo, with a flared base. "Assume the position." she said.

"Alright!" he said excitedly. "And by the way, you can tell the ladies that my only 'don't' is that I will not hit or be hit by anyone. Everything else is okay with me."

He got on his knees on the edge of the bed and put his upper body across the mattress. She took the lube off the nightstand and poured a generous amount into her hand. She covered the dildo, his ass, balls, and cock. She used one hand to massage his cock and balls, alternately. With the other, she lined the dildo up with his hole. She pushed slowly but firmly. He relaxed and it slid right in.

"Ungh." he grunted, as it went in up to the hilt. She started to fuck him with the dildo and masturbate him. He was soon almost panting as he tried to perfectly time pushing back against the dildo and pushing his cock through her fist. He pushed and pulled as fast as he could, hoping that she would take over that pace. Finally, she did. Both of her hands started to fly. She was fucking him harder and faster than she ever had.

He gasped, "Please keep going. Just like that. I'm cumming." As she rammed the dildo into him, he ejaculated over and over again with a force that he had not experienced in a long time. His legs were shaking and as his orgasm peaked, he collapsed on his stomach on the bed. She could not continue to pull on his dick in that position, but she kept fucking him, only slower and with long, easy strokes.

Finally, he looked back at her and said, "Shower anyone?"

The Night of the Poker Game

He walked into the bedroom as she was pulling her dress over her head. She was beautifully, gloriously naked under the stretchy cotton garment. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fitted top. The skirt of the dress was flared out, so you couldn't really tell that she was going commando underneath. The hem came to mid-thigh. She looked radiant. Her makeup was subtle and flawless. She had the "I'm turned on" glow about her. And she smelled wonderful.

"Damn you look and smell good!" he said. "Are you sure we have to go? I'd like to take you out on the town, dressed exactly like that. And then come back here and fuck like bunnies."

"Thank you. But I wish this dress was a darker color." she complained.

"Why? I like that color on you."

"It's not that I don't like the color. It's just that I'm already wet. I don't have panties on, to stop the juices. So if I sit on my dress, it's quickly going to have a wet spot in back." she made a face.

He licked his lips lasciviously. "There's an easy answer. I could lick up all the juice I can find, before we go." She rolled her eyes at him. "Alternatively, whenever you want to sit down, raise the hem of your dress over your head."

"Men!" she said with mock disdain. "You need to get dressed. We should leave soon."

"Yeah, I know." he said. "But I was trying on my 'costume' for tonight." He held the black waiter's apron in front of his naked crotch. He turned his back to her, showing his bare ass.

"It doesn't leave a lot to the imagination, does it? This may be the first time in my life that I'm glad my dick doesn't hang way down my leg. Frankly, I think that would look silly, sticking out the bottom." he laughed.

"We'll see." she said knowingly. "Lois says that Rick is hung like a horse. We'll see what shows when he is wearing his apron. Now slip into some pants and a shirt and let's go."

He opened the car door for her. She threw a bath towel onto the seat and hiked her dress up around her waist as she got in. Her legs parted and he saw her swollen pussy. He let out a long whistle. "Sure we can't skip Game Night?"

"Get in the car, stud." she teased. "I doubt that you'll regret going."

When they got to Sandy's house, the "Great Room" had been cleared enough for two poker tables to be set up, with seven chairs at each table. There was a number at each seat. As the women came in, they drew a number to determine where they sat. Diane drew number four. Each table also had two letters on it. The table with numbers 1-7 had the letters A and B on it. The other table had numbers 8-14 and the letters C and D. Each man was told to draw a letter. Rick and Paul drew A and B respectively. Charles and Denny got C and D. Jerry looked at Sandy and said,

"I pulled WC. What does that mean?"

"You... you lucky dog, are the 'Wild Card.'"

"And that means...?" he asked. All she said in response was, "Patience."

When everyone arrived and had gotten something to drink, Sandy welcomed them and said, "Ladies, I am glad that you are all here. Welcome to a very special Game Night. Gentlemen, we really thank you for agreeing to this. Please go into the bedroom to the right and change into the aprons on the bed." As the women all paid the money for their 'buy-in,' the men went to the bedroom.

They looked at each other nervously. Rick was the first to begin to undress, naturally. It is always the guys who have 'show-ers' rather than 'grow-ers' who want to undress first. They all stared as Rick straightened up after taking off his pants. His cock was partially engorged and it hung half way down his thigh. It was not huge in terms of girth, but it had some impressive length. Denny couldn't help himself,

"How long is that thing, Rick?"

Rick held it in both hands and stroked it gently. "Nine and a quarter inches." he said proudly. "But who's counting?" he laughed.

"Shit," said Denny. "If you put that thing in my missus, be careful. I'm not anywhere near that long and sometimes she complains that I bang into her cervix." Rick gave him the 'thumbs up' sign and started tying his apron on.

The rest of the men were naked and most were at least partially erect. They all looked different from each other. There were dark-skinned and light-skinned dicks. Two were uncircumcised. One had thick pubic hair that was obviously never trimmed. Others were trimmed neatly. Only Charles was completely hairless. The others looked at him and he said, sheepishly, "I was told that no hair made it look bigger." He clearly had the smallest cock of the bunch, but it stood out proudly, as hard as a rock. They all smiled at him. Someone said,

"Hey man, it obviously works. That's what counts."

Jerry felt so uncertain after seeing Rick. He nearly said, "To hell with this." and walked out. But once they were all naked, he felt better. Two of the men had cocks that were pretty close to the size of his, although he seemed to have a little more girth than they did, which made him feel a bit better.

They heard Sandy from the other room.

"Okay. We're ready for you. Please come out in alphabetical order."

Almost half of Rick's cock was visible under his apron. "Damn!" Denny said. "Of course, they get to see the python before we all come out with our garter snakes." That broke the tension and made them all laugh. As they entered the great room, Rick may have been impressive, but the rest of them sported decent tents in front of them.

Sandy used a red lipstick to put their assigned letters on their chests as they came out of the bedroom. Except for Sandy, the women were all sitting at their assigned places. Jerry looked around the tables. Almost all the women looked as full of excited anticipation as Diane did. The fourteen women represented nearly everything womanhood had to offer. They were: tall; short; thin; heavy; big-busted and flat-chested. There was lots of gray hair, but there were several whose dye jobs represented what color they had been in the past. Some wore lots of make-up, others went for the natural look. But all of them looked excited, and to Jerry's way of thinking, beautiful.

Diane's table included Sandy, the attractive hostess. In her early 70s, she regularly had her hair and nails done, and cared deeply about her appearance. Around the table were: Adele - a curvy widow with a devilish smile; Betty - tall, long-legged, and deeply tanned; Zoe - the life of the party, not quite 5 feet tall, with features like a porcelain doll; Teresa - the most nondescript member of the group, who was pleasant, but skinny and entirely unassuming; and Maria - of Latino descent, she carried more weight than she liked, but she was still proud of her curvy bust and butt.

The women at both tables fidgeted, downed drinks, chattered too much and too loud, and generally showed their nerves. Likewise, the men shifted from foot to foot and tried to find something to do with their hands. Just as it seemed that the tension in the room might cause an explosion, Sandy spoke up again.

"Okay. Here is how the game will go for the evening. We will play Texas Hold 'em, just as we usually do. But at the end of each hand, the winner will roll one of these dice."

[She held two oversized dice for everyone to see. She had had the dice specially made. One die had A on two sides, B on two sides, and "wild card," on two sides. The other die similarly had C, D, and "wild card."]

"When the winner rolls the die, like this [she demonstrated, and the die showed "B"] you can tell the corresponding man what you want him to do and he can fulfill your wish. No one has to do anything they are uncomfortable with, but we hope this evening will be about expanding our horizons." She smiled broadly. "To continue my demonstration, Paul, since you have B on your chest, please come over here." Paul complied. Sandy said, "Paul, I want you to rub my feet." She sat down, kicked off a shoe, and put her foot up. Everyone on the opposite side of the room saw up her short skirt as she raised the leg. Her hairless pussy was on full display to Paul as well, while he held her foot and leveraged her legs open a bit farther. Paul began massaging her foot while also rubbing her foot surreptitiously against his erection. After a minute or so, Sandy pulled her foot out of Paul's hands and stood up.

"Obviously," she explained, "this was a pretty tame example of requests that can be made. Use your imaginations! The sky is the limit."

One of the women at the other table raised her hand and said, "Sandy, can we take our 'prize' into another room, for some privacy?"

Sandy said, "Good question, Lois. The answer is, 'No.' The rules committee that you all nominated, talked about this, at length. Since each 'prize' only lasts as long as the next hand goes, we thought it would be better for game continuity if everyone stayed close. There is plenty of room on the couches and other furniture over there, though. Any other questions? Hearing none, let the games begin!" A whoop of delight went up around the room.

The men walked around, refilling drinks, as the first hand began. At Diane's table, Betty caught a small straight on the river and won the hand. She rolled the die and said, "Come here, Rick." His long cock bobbed in front of him as he stood next to her chair.

Betty reached out and pulled Rick's apron up to get a better view. She sucked air through her teeth. "SSSS. This thing is impressive." she said. From the next table, Lois looked at her husband like a proud mother. As the cards were being shuffled and dealt, they dealt Betty out. She softly stroked Rick's cock. She looked up at him and said, "Kiss my neck while I play with this." The other women at the table had some trouble concentrating on their hands as they watched Betty and Rick.

At the other table, Tabitha, a who resembled a grandmother from product advertising, won and rolled the die to select Charles. She lifted his apron and tried not to show her disappointment with the size of his equipment. She quickly recovered and smiled at him. "Come over here behind me Charles, and message my neck - and my breasts." Charles did as requested. He caressed her neck and shoulders. Then he reached down the deep V-neck of her top that barely contained her humongous breasts. He filled his hands and tweaked her nipples. She got everyone's complete attention at her table when she groaned louder than she intended.

"Jesus, Tabby." said her best friend, Shelly, who was sitting next to her. "It's only the first hand and he's only rubbing your tits. Settle down, huh?" The room erupted in laughter.

"I can't help it." Tabitha replied. "Do you have any idea how long it has been since a man touched my breasts? Over 5 years! That's how long. I almost orgasmed as soon as he pinched my nipples."

The next hands resulted in both winners rolling "Wild Card." Teresa looked at Sandy and said, "What now?"

Sandy pulled the rules committee aside briefly to determine what happened next. She then stood between the tables and said, "You two have 2 choices. First, you can draw high card to see who wins Jerry. Obviously, low card would get nothing. Choice two is, you both move away from your tables and let him reward you both." Teresa and Connie chose to share Jerry.

Teresa's body was almost a perfectly straight line. Her brothers had teased her when she was a teenager, saying that she was "a carpenter's delight - flat as a board," or "a pirate's delight - with a sunken chest." She was self-conscious about her shape, but she was happy with her large, sensitive nipples and even larger and more sensitive clitoris. She sat on the couch next to Connie, who was an average-looking woman, but whose large, round, butt, Teresa envied. Jerry faced the couch and said,

"Ladies, your wishes are my commands."

The women whispered to each other briefly, then said in unison,

"Kneel down and put your hands up our skirts and finger us."

Jerry was thrilled. He knelt and ran his hands along the inside of each woman's thigh. It was an odd sensation to feel two such different legs, simultaneously. One was lean, straight, the leg of an athlete. The other was soft and almost squishy. But what nearly blew his mind was when he reached their crotches. Teresa had a thick, full bush. But even with all the hair, he could feel her large, hard, clit sticking out. Her hair was starting to mat down because of the amount of lubricant she was producing. Connie's pubic hair was well trimmed, but equally wet. Her labia were meaty and substantial. And they were unfurled already, open and swollen with excitement. Her clit was small, but rock hard.

As Jerry familiarized himself with their anatomies, and tried to give each hand the same amount of attention, he asked,

"What do you like?"

Teresa said, somewhat desperately, "Stroke my clit. Don't worry about penetration. Just rub my clit, please!" She was breathing shallowly.

Connie said, "Put two or three fingers in me and stroke in and out."

Jerry did as they asked and felt like he was just getting a rhythm when they heard from both tables. "Time's up. This hand is over."

Connie got up and kissed Jerry's cheek as she walked by. Teresa groaned. "Dammit! I was so close." She took the towel she had been sitting on and put it on her chair as she went back to the game. Jerry enjoyed licking the fingers of both hands and savoring the differences.

Diane won the next hand and rolled "B." She brought Paul over and told him,

"Enough of this playing around stuff. Using your hands, I want an orgasm."

Meanwhile, Gail, the youngest member of the group and a recent widow, rolled "D." Having overheard Diane, Gail simply said to Denny, "Me too."

The two women put one foot on their prize's chest and opened their legs. Paul pinched Diane's nipples, through her dress. As he did, he slipped a finger into her vagina and used his thumb to rub her clit. Almost instantly, she tensed up. Jerry was watching. Even from across the room, he knew her orgasm was almost there. She grunted deeply and the orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook so hard that Paul was afraid she might fall out of the chair.

Denny was rubbing Gail's clit. As soon as Diane's orgasm started, hers began as well. She was completely silent and did not move, or even breathe, at all. It was as if her entire muscular system had seized up. Denny kept doing what he was doing until she finally had a sharp intake of breath and her body started to relax.

When Diane and Gail finished orgasming, the rest of the women applauded. Several hooted and called out, "Bravo! Bravisimo! First orgasms of the night!" The two women blushed, sat up in their chairs and said, "Deal the cards!"

While Diane and Gail were being taken care of, Zoe and Nan won. Zoe won Jerry and Nan won Charles.

Nan reached under Charles' apron and lead him to her by the dick. When he was directly in front of her, she said, "On your knees, tongue out." Charles smiled broadly. He might not have been blessed with a cock like Rick's but he had been told by multiple women that his oral skills were incomparable. He put his head under her skirt and inhaled deeply. Her scent was delightful. He briefly uncovered his head and said,

"Would it be possible for you to remove your skirt. It's really hot under here."

Without hesitation, Nan unfastened and unzipped her skirt. She raised her hips and Charles pulled it out from under her. Now naked from the waist down and not caring at all about who saw what, she scrunched down in the chair, putting her butt on the edge. She propped her heels up on the table and pulled Charles' head between her legs. He started teasing around her labia.

"Charles!" she barked. "Some other time you can tease me, but right now I'm on the edge. I need to orgasm. Just lick my clit and lick it hard."

As Charles did what she asked, everything else in the room stopped. All eyes were on the couple. Charles flattened out his tongue and licked her as hard and fast as he could. Mere seconds into it, Nan grabbed him by the ears and crushed her pussy against his face. She let out a long low moan, followed by a series of grunts.

"Shit! she exclaimed. "That is one the best orgasms I have had in ages. Charles you are amazing!" Suddenly, women who had been praying not to roll Charles' letter were instead praying that they did.

The room took a collective breath. They had all been so mesmerized that they hadn't been breathing. Now it was Zoe's turn.

Zoe looked over at Diane and said, "Is it okay for him to fuck me?" Diane nodded and said,

"I was pretty sure when we left home that he was going to fuck other women, honey." She smiled at Zoe and moved where she could see better. Again, the games stopped so that no one would miss the action.

Zoe told Jerry, "Drop the apron and come here."

Like Nan, Zoe stationed Jerry between her thighs and put her feet on the table behind him.

One of the women yelled, "Take off your dress, Zoe. I can't see a damn thing."

Zoe was only too happy to oblige. When she was totally naked, Jerry marveled at how she looked. She was so tiny that it was like looking at a miniature woman. Her bust was no bigger than 32 inches. But she had large C/small D cups. On her small frame they seemed enormous. Jerry's cock ached because it was so hard. He could not remember another time, with the exception perhaps of the first time he ever put his dick in a pussy, that he had been this excited. He ran the head of his hardness up and down her slit. Instantly he thought, "That was a mistake. If I do that a couple more times, I'll cum."

Zoe grabbed him by the cock and put it in herself. As Jerry was about to find out, her labia were small, but her vagina easily adjusted itself to him. He immediately bottomed out. When he did, her orgasm started. He stayed buried as far as he could and rubbed his pubic bone against her clit. She was spasming and howling loudly. Her pussy suddenly snugged down and enveloped him in a tight, liquid-velvet vice. He knew that he would not be able to hold back anymore.

He looked down into her pretty little face and said, "I'm cumming."

Through gritted teeth, she just nodded vigorously. He let loose a torrent of cum. He had not had a cum shot any bigger than this since he was a teenager, jerking off after making out with this girlfriend. When his orgasm subsided, hers had too. He pulled out of her and was happy that there were towels on the chairs. Cum ran out of her pussy like a river. She sat up and tried to catch her breath. Again there was hearty applause. That is when Maria said,

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ditching my clothes." She stripped and watched as all the other women followed suit.

Lois, who was the Vice President to Sandy's President in the group, stood up and said,

"I'm really happy for you girls who have just had those lovely orgasms. But the rest of us are suffering here. Why don't we forget the cards. We'll just go around our tables, rolling the dice and playing with the men. Someone yelled, "I second the motion." Someone else immediately said, "Motion carried." Fourteen naked women pushed their chairs back from the tables and waited. Several were trying unsuccessfully to keep their hands away from their pussies. Each table cut the cards and the high card got to start.

Maria rolled the die and got Rick. Her eyes got big and lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. She got up and moved to the couch.

"Come here, Rick. Please put that thing in me right now."

He stroked his cock head up and down her slit and slid it in. She put her heels behind him and pulled him in. He sank into her completely. When their bodies came together, the air escaped her lungs in a whoosh. She sucked in a great lung-full of air and groaned loudly. When Rick stroked out and back in, her orgasm began. It built with every stroke. Finally, she yelled out, "Yes! Fuck me!"

Rick fucked her deeply, through her orgasm. As she began to relax, his orgasm started. Being proud of his cock, Rick wanted everyone to see. So he pulled it out of her pussy and stroked it and ejaculated on her pussy, belly, and chest.

As Rick shot all over Maria, Sandy, sitting at the table, orgasmed. She had been on the edge since the evening began. She could not stand it for another second. Her hand was flying across her clit when she lost it completely. "Oh!" she shouted. "I'm fucking cumming!" A stream of liquid shot from her pussy and arched up and onto the table. "Shit!" she grunted as the liquid pulsed out of her.

The women sitting nearest Sandy both came as she did. Watching her full-body orgasm triggered them as well. Betty had a finger in her pussy and was rubbing her clit when her orgasm started. But Adele actually came while she squeezed just her nipples. She had not touched her labia or clitoris at all. And this unusual orgasm was incredibly satisfying.

The widespread orgasms in the room made all the women leave the table and stand, or sit, or lie on the floor, around the room. They all grabbed the men closest to them and started to have their way with them. Soon there were multiple men with a pussy in their faces as well as a pussy riding their cocks. Charles had his tongue buried in a pussy while two others waited for his ministrations, pleading for their turns. Meanwhile, he heard the words he had always longed for, as his small cock slid into a pussy and its owner said, "Oooh. That feels really good. Your dick has a nice shape, Charles."

Jerry was being pulled into a three-way with Sandy and Teresa. Sandy got on her hands and knees. Jerry slid into her wide-open womanhood in one, single, stroke. She let out a loud, "Mmm! Delicious, Jerry. Fuck me long and slow." Teresa came over and stood with one foot on each side of Sandy's body. She looked down at Jerry and said, "Suck my clit, Jerry. I need to cum!" Because her clit was so long, he had no trouble sucking it into his mouth while he long-stroked Sandy.

Diane was watching Jerry and rubbing her clit when Adele crawled over to her.

"Are you interested in a little girl-on-girl, Diane?" she asked hopefully.

"I have never done that." Diane replied, somewhat guardedly.

"But do you want to? There is a shortage of men here. I ate some pussy in college, and I'd be happy to 'do you,' even if you don't want to reciprocate." Adele was slowly moving toward Diane as she spoke.

Diane looked back at Jerry, working to satisfy two of her friends. She looked back at Adele, desire burning in her eyes. And she resigned herself to what was inevitable. She sighed and pulled Adele in for a kiss. As their lips parted, Diane whispered,

"Let's do this."

She and Adele laid on their sides. Each put her head on the other's thigh and nuzzled into the other's labia. Diane had never seen another woman this close-up. She had never smelled another woman's scent this strongly. She ran a finger across Adele's labia. She had never felt another woman's wetness like this. Adele used her fingers to spread Diane's labia and licked from her the top of her clitoris to her perineum. Diane sucked in her breath in a long, deep, inhale.

"Oh..." she exhaled. "My God that feels amazing!"

Adele heard approval and seriously went to work. Diane proceeded to follow what she felt Adele doing to her. So, she spread her friend's labia and licked all the way down her slit. Adele shuddered and whispered, "Oh, yes." But there was so much moaning, groaning, shrieking, and skin-on-skin slapping sounds in the background, that it was hard to hear. They instinctively tried to shut everyone else out. They focused on each other in a laser-like manner.

Adele said, "Roll over on top of me. I can please you better that way." Diane rolled over.

Adele looked up at Diane's beautiful pussy and moaned her approval. She slid a finger, and then two, and then three, into Diane, as she sucked her friend's clit into her mouth.

"Oh... My... God!" Diane moaned. "Yes!! Adele, keep sucking my clit!" Her orgasm was like a tsunami. It was intense, almost frightening her. She shook and spasmed. Her pussy squeezed and released, rhythmically. The liquid oozed out of her.

As Diane's orgasm ebbed, she saw Adele's vulva in her face, and she licked it long and languidly. Immediately, Adele pushed back onto Diane's mouth. She rubbed her clit against Diane's lips. Diane's interest suddenly increased. She took Adele's clit between her lips and sucked on it. She reached forward and put her fingers into Adele's vagina, first two, then three, then surprisingly she discovered her friend could take a fourth. Her friend's orgasm grabbed her quickly and deeply. Adele's muscles shook uncontrollably. She clamped her thighs around Diane's head. And Adele grunted deeply. Both women collapsed onto the floor. They each kept one hand in the other's crotch, softly caressing labia and clits. Diane resumed watching Jerry.

He was now lying on his back. He had one woman straddling his face and one riding his cock. He held the breasts of the one who was riding his pelvis, and he pinched her nipples. He was stroking her as deeply and rapidly as he could. And she was getting very close to the edge. Her orgasm started quietly and spread through her body like a wildfire. She went still and spasmed on his cock. She squeezed and released it repeatedly. Her orgasm triggered her friend's. She bore down on Jerry's face and rubbed her clit against his lips. She came hard and suddenly.

As the women's orgasms faded, they both moved to Jerry's crotch. They took turns licking his cock. Then one of them swallowed his cock completely. He moaned loudly as her throat muscles squeezed him delightfully. When she bobbed her head and hummed, as she deep-throated him, the combination of sensations was too much. He croaked out, "I'm cumming!" She redoubled her effort and he emptied himself into her throat.

There were naked bodies all over the room. Most were resting. Charles had his small cock buried in Tabitha's pussy. They were going at it doggy style. Tabitha's massive tits were swaying back and forth, nipples rubbing on the floor, as Charles pounded her pussy, hard and fast. Theirs were the only sounds of sex in the room, as Tabitha grunted out,

"Harder! Hit it harder!"

Charles grabbed two hands full of her substantial ass and, if possible, pounded her even harder and faster.

"I'm gonna cum, Tabby." Charles huffed.

"Not yet!" she yelled. "Not yet!" But it was too late. Charles launched salvo after salvo of cum into her, and collapsed on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Tabitha's disappointment was clear. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was on the floor, her ass was in the air, and she was rubbing her clit.

She shouted, "I need a cock!" Rick padded over to her, stroking his cock. It was not fully back to life, but was hard enough to get into her. He knelt down behind her and rubbed her ass with one hand. He wet the head of his cock in Charles' cum, as it oozed out of her. She had not opened her eyes, but said, "Please fuck me now!"

Rick pushed the head in and she sighed. He kept pushing forward and she groaned. When he finally bottomed out, she grunted. Her eyes popped open.

"Rick. Yes. Fuck me hard."

He used every bit of energy he had left to fuck her as hard and fast as she wanted. She had never had a long cock and reveled in the feeling. They were the only people still "at it," in the room and attracted an audience. Two of the women sat on either side of Tabitha and rubbed her breasts and back. They ran their fingers through her hair, and stroked her ears and face. Tabitha felt her orgasm building quickly.

"Don't you dare stop!" she grunted. "Fuck me with that big cock! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"

Her orgasm crashed over her. Liquid gushed out of her, like a tidal wave. She shook violently and kept repeating, in time with her muscle spasms,

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."

Rick pulled his cock out of her as she collapsed in a heap. He was still hard but had no desire to have anything or anyone else touch it. Tabitha partially rolled over and looked at him.

"Thank you, Rick. That was amazing." She also looked over at Charles. "Charles, thank you, too. It has been ages since I had a lover, especially one who's as energetic as you."

Everyone in the room was absolutely spent. If someone had yelled, "Fire!" no one would have had enough energy to run for the door.

Sandy finally got to her feet. She looked around the room and said,

"It looks like our special poker night was a success. I don't mean to be rude, but as soon as y'all can summon the energy, I would appreciate it if you would get dressed and leave. Denny and I are going to bed as soon as we can lock up." She softly laughed as she said, "And tomorrow we're going to need to get a maid in here."

Everyone dressed and thanked everyone else for a wonderful, memorable evening.

CHAPTER 2

Diane and Jerry slept late the next day. When they finally got up, they showered and ate breakfast without bothering to dress. As they sat naked and ate, they talked about the night before.

Jerry winced as he took a bite of food. He chuckled, "I don't know what hurts worse, the skin on my dick or the attachment under my tongue. I think I used both of them a bit too much last night."

"I never thought I'd hear you complain about having too much sex, especially since you got to have several new women."

"I'm not actually complaining," he smiled. "I don't really 'hurt,' as much as there is discomfort that's a reminder of an incredible experience last night."

"'Incredible,' wouldn't be my first choice of words," Diane said, somewhat huffily.

"Why not? You didn't enjoy yourself?"

Diane looked away as she said in a soft voice, "I feel a bit cheated."

Jerry pushed his plate away and concentrated on his wife. "What's up, Di? Why do you say that? Are you feeling jealousy over my having sex with other women?" His face showed his growing concern.

Diane looked at him and felt immediate compassion. "No, honey. I'm not mad at you. And I'm not jealous of what you did. I'm not even mad at my friends who, according to the text chain this morning, really enjoyed you. I'm disappointed that I didn't get to have sex with another man."

"What about Paul?"

"He fingered me, Jerry. And believe me, in that moment, it was great. But to be brutally honest..." she hesitated before speaking again. "Well... I didn't get any new and different... dick." Once she had said the word, her thoughts all spilled out. "You ate at least three pussies and had your dick in four women, that I counted. I got fingered by one guy and Adele ate my pussy. That was it for me! I feel totally cheated." She sighed deeply. "There, I said it. Now I'm ashamed."

"Ashamed of what? It sounds like you DID get cheated. I'm sorry. In my multiple interactions, I wasn't paying attention to the fact that you didn't get to participate in the actual... fucking." At this, Jerry's male instincts took over and he immediately wanted to fix the injustice. His face brightened as he smiled at his wife and said, "I've got an idea. Why don't I invite some friends over. You could have as many guys as you'd like. It would be an event for just you and some 'new dicks.' What do you say?"

Diane stared back at her husband, mouth agape. "Are you serious? Do you think I'm some sort of gang bang slut, Jerry? Do you really think that letting a bunch of your friends have their way with me, putting their dicks in me, wherever they can find an entry point, would be the solution to this problem?"

The color was rising on her chest and neck. Her instant response to his suggestion was indeed straight-up anger. But as the thoughts set in, she couldn't help but notice the tingling in her crotch and the fact that her nipples were noticeably hardening.

Jerry was completely taken aback at her response. "I'm sorry, Di," he stammered. "I didn't mean to insult you. But I really don't understand what I said wrong."

Diane's anger receded as she spoke to him again. "It's okay, love. I can see that you weren't trying to insult me. It's just that the only person I ever heard of being involved in a gang bang -- because that's basically what you're suggesting, right? Anyway, the only woman I know who ever did that was a girl from my class in high school. She 'entertained' most of the varsity basketball team in the back of a bus on the way home from an away game. She was a legend for her 'slutiness' for the rest of our time in school, and for years after. I'm NOT interested in that sort of reputation."

There was silence between them for a minute. Finally, Diane spoke. "Look Jerry, I get that you're trying to 'even the score,' or maybe put me 'ahead,' by what you suggested. But there is a lot of baggage that goes along with having sex with multiple guys, simultaneously." Then, in a lower voice, she added, "But if it makes you feel any better about it, the idea did make my lady parts tingle." She smiled at him wickedly.

"I noticed your nipples standing at attention. And I'd love to help you with that tingling problem." Jerry's mind was still whirling, but he could see his wife's excitement, and he wanted to be a part of that. He got out of his chair and knelt in front of her chair, trying to push her legs apart as he wiggled his tongue at her.

"Darling, I just said that I had a tongue in there last night. What was missing was a dick."

"But I thought you would want some foreplay."

Diane stood, pushed their dishes to the side and bent at the waist, pressing her upper body into the table. She looked at him over her shoulder and said, "No. Right now, I'm your slut. Use me the way you want." Her face colored a deep crimson and she shut her eyes tightly.

Jerry's utter confusion at this turn of events started to clear. He could now see that his wife was processing his previous suggestion. This fantasy was putting her in that situation she believed he had suggested. He tentatively decided to go for it.

He grabbed her ass cheeks roughly, squeezed and pulled them apart, then almost snarled, "You want this dick? Do you want this dick?!?" He was now fully hard, as hard as he had been the night before. "If you want this big, hard dick," he slapped his erection against her now open and leaking vulva, which made her jump, "you're going to have to tell me what you want!"

Jerry slapped her butt cheek and the sound rang out through the kitchen. "Ow! That hurt!" He had left a hand print on her. Jerry thought he might have gone too far when she purred, "I want YOUR dick. Make me YOURS!"

He spread her open as wide as possible and was amazed at how wet and swollen she looked. He covered her vulva with his palm and pressed against her, feeling the wetness and loving how her hard clit slid under his hand, making her moan. Jerry spread some of her wetness up to her rosebud and pressed against it with his thumb. She sucked in air as he used his other hand and jammed three fingers into her pussy without warning. She grunted loudly.

"Tell me what you want!" His voice was loud and raspy.

She hesitated and then croaked out, "Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She was groaning and pushing back against his hand.

Jerry took his fingers out and rammed his hard cock into her as hard and fast as he could. Her orgasm hit as his hips slapped against her ass.

"Oh god," she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Slap my ass! Make it hurt!" Jerry, who had never considered slapping his wife anywhere on her body until now, slapped her ass cheek hard and slammed his pelvis against hers.

Diane's orgasm ripped through her body. She was continually alternating between grunting and screaming. "UNGH! Fuck! Fuck! UNGH! Fuck my pussy!" Her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Jerry was astonished at her language and the volume of her voice. She rarely made a sound during sex and she almost never used dirty language. But she obviously had let go of all control. She was like a wild woman.

He continued to fuck her as fast and hard as he could, while running his thumb in and out of her ass. Her orgasm ebbed, but almost immediately another one was building. What had just happened was intense. And she wanted more.

She looked back over her shoulder and grunted, "Grab that olive oil and fuck my ass!"

Jerry's astonishment was complete. But he pulled out of her and walked around the counter to get the bottle of oil. When he got back to her, the fingers of one hand were flying across her clit. The other hand was pulling her ass cheek back, giving him a perfect view. Her vagina was pulsing and juices were flowing down her leg. Her anus pulsed in time with her vagina, beckoning him forward. He poured some oil on his dick and her ass. He used his thumb to work the oil inside her. She moaned loudly and almost shouted at him.

"Enough! Put your dick in my ass. Now!"

Jerry started easing the head of his dick into her tight hole, as he did on the rare occasions when she let him have her butt. When the head popped in, she pushed back against him, hard. She impaled herself on his dick in one smooth motion. She let out a deep moan.

"Now. Fuck me, Jerry. Take my ass. Do it deep and hard!"

For the next few minutes, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and loud, dirty talk.

"You want my dick? Take it," he grunted as he jammed into her tight opening. "How do you like this big dick in your ass?"

"Yes!" Diane screamed. "Fuck my ass! I'm going to cum!"

When her second orgasm hit, Jerry worried that she might be having a seizure. Her whole body spasmed. She shook and juice sprayed out of her pussy, soaking his legs. She was screaming, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Just as her body collapsed onto the table, Jerry's orgasm hit.

He pulled out of her and stroked himself, loosing shot after shot of semen onto her wide-open holes. He grunted and cursed deeply as the orgasm ebbed. He slumped back into his chair and looked at the woman he loved, splayed open on the table, cum running from her gaping asshole, across her gaping pussy, down to her knees. He couldn't believe how sexy it was.

"What was that?" He finally asked.

She pushed her upper body off the table and collapsed into the chair next to him. "I'm not really sure," she almost whispered. Her face and chest were red with both exertion and embarrassment. "I've never felt like I did just now. Not ever in my life. Maybe it was the talk about gang bangs and sluts. I don't know. All I know is that, in that moment I didn't want anything more than I wanted to be out of control and... dirty."

Jerry's head was spinning. He had never, in all their decades together, seen this side of his wife. He had never even considered that she might have such a side. And he was confused. "You aren't mad at the way I talked to you, or my slapping your butt?"

She looked at him tenderly. "I'm not mad at you, my love. You didn't do a single thing that I didn't want. In fact, if I'm honest, I really wanted you to slap my ass more. Not necessarily harder, but definitely more often." These words embarrassed her further. She continued, "In the moment, the pain folded into the pleasure and they all became one. I've never experienced anything like that."

"But I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Frankly dear, my butt hole is the most pain I've got. You have never gone that hard on my butt. And we didn't even have any proper lube. But you did exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it." She chuckled as she stood and looked at the mess they had made on the floor and their chairs. She just smiled and shook her head.

Jerry grabbed paper towels and the two of them began cleaning their substantial leavings. He looked at her and said, "Why haven't you ever been vocal before now? It really turned me on to hear you cussing, screaming, and grunting like you did."

She laughed again. "Honestly, at first I was thinking about what I said. And I thought I might be a bit over the top. But after a few minutes, it seemed like the sounds and words were coming out without my thinking about them. It was almost like I wasn't in control of any of it." She just shrugged.

In response, Jerry said, "Well, I don't think I would want to have hard, violent sex like that every time, but once in a while would be great. And any of the sounds you want to incorporate in our everyday sex would be welcome."

They made their way into the bathroom and showered together. As Jerry washed Diane's back, she quietly said, "Do you really think you would be okay with me having sex with a bunch of guys?"

Jerry pulled her into him. He slid his body against hers and held her close, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to him. "After what I just experienced. I would love to see you lose control with another man, or men. I would really enjoy seeing other guys fill you with their dicks." His hands ran down across her vulva and her butt, gently squeezing both. He leaned in and ran his lips across her neck, to her ear. He gently sucked the lobe. She shivered and pushed back into him, showing her approval.

The water was starting to turn cold, so they stepped out of the shower and Jerry dried his wife from head to toe, gently and lovingly. After he dried himself, he led her to the bed and laid her on her back. He slid between her legs and began kissing her vulva. He ran his tongue from her anus to her clit. But instead of sucking her clit into his mouth, as he would usually have done, he gently ran the flat of his tongue along its edges, lapping at the sides, avoiding its head. Time stood still for both of them. He "fed" at the opening of her vagina, savoring her taste, not trying to bring her to orgasm, nor looking for any other result. Jerry licked her gently and slowly and she purred like a contented kitten. He gently slid one finger into her opening and ever so slowly and gently slid it in and out as he continued licking her. Finally, she whispered, "I am loving every bit of this, darling. But we have some things to get done around here. And after the orgasms I had earlier, I think I may be done for a while. But I thank you for the love you just shown me... and my pussy."

********

The next day they were sitting in the living room with a movie on, but neither was paying much attention. Jerry had been typing away on his laptop. He looked up at Diane and said, "I don't mean to belabor the point, but after yesterday I'm not completely clear. DO you want to have sex with multiple men... or not?"

Diane almost spit her drink out as she laughed. "Are you still on about that? Are you serious?"

"I don't know," he said, tentatively. "Maybe?"

Diane considered for a minute before finally saying, "If you promise not to make fun of me, I'll tell you something." Jerry made the "cross my heart" gesture. She said, "Last night, I had a dream. I had men all around me. They had their hands all over,... and all in me."

He was listening, with rapt attention. "What did they look like? How many? Old or young? Tell me more."

"Easy, tiger," she giggled. "There were five of them. I don't know ages, or descriptions really. All I know is the sensations. And they were amazing." She looked deeply into her husband's eyes. "The dream really didn't amount to much. But what it told me was that I am indeed interested in sex with more than one man." Jerry started to speak, but she cut him off. "However, I don't know of any way we could actually make that work."

Jerry said, "I don't understand the problem here. We had five guys at the poker party, including me. I have no doubt at all that I could get the other four over here any time I asked, if they thought they could have sex with you."

"But what about their wives?"

"Frankly, that's their concern, not mine... or yours. And besides, all you women now talk about sex all the time. So why don't you suggest that all five guys be available to service the women, on some kind of schedule?"

"Have you cleared this with the guys?" She was somewhat incredulous.

"As a matter of fact, I have been texting with them all evening. We only had one hold out, Charles. But now that his wife's figured out that she get's to try Rick's cock, she's on board, he's in as well."

Diane was speechless. She tried to speak several times but couldn't. She went into the bedroom and grabbed her phone. There were twenty-seven missed text messages. She started scrolling through them. Their group text was buzzing. Every woman in their group was talking about fulfilling fantasies. The last of the texts led her to a spreadsheet. When she opened it, she almost fainted. It was a full calendar showing which woman was to be the 'center of attention,' on which day, and what house was to be used. She hurried back into the living room and said, "Have you seen this?"

Jerry was staring at his phone. "I assume that you're looking at what I'm looking at."

She said, "I have NOT said that I want to do this! And here I am, first on the calendar."

Jerry smiled at her. "Technically, you HAVE said that you want to do this. It's just that you only said it to me."

Diane sighed. "I really don't know why I'm mad. I DO want to do this. But I just can't believe that it may actually happen, and so soon."

********

On the day of Diane's fantasy-come-true, the men were to come over to Diane and Jerry's at 7:00pm. All day she prepared. And several times she backed out, only to change her mind shortly after. When the hour finally arrived, she looked gorgeous. At least that is what Jerry told her repeatedly. She was wearing a light cotton dress that hugged her curves perfectly. It was short enough that she could flash some panty if she chose, but long enough for her not to have to pull it down constantly. The neckline was low cut, and Jerry had talked her out of wearing a bra. The cut of the dress emphasized the size of her breasts. And the material showed her nipples just enough.

She answered the doorbell and all four men were standing nervously on her porch. She kissed each one lightly on the lips as they entered, in part to be welcoming and in part to take stock of how they smelled. All four of them looked well groomed and they all smelled like soap and expensive cologne.

They all chatted nervously as Diane led them into the living room. Jerry greeted each one of them and got everyone drinks. When they had all had just a touch of "liquid courage," Rick spoke up and said, "So how is this going to work?"

All the men had already read Diane's list of 'do's and don'ts,' but that list had not discussed the logistics of the situation. Diane, just as nervous as the men, finally suggested, "Let's play strip poker to break the ice."

But Jerry chimed in, "Why bother. We've all seen each other naked before. Let's just get undressed and get started. Diane, you still want to have do this, right?"

She just turned bright red and nodded before saying softly, "I guess I shouldn't have bothered picking out a dress."

All the men spoke up immediately, telling her how beautiful she looked. Then Jerry spoke again. "Here's a suggestion. Guys, let's all get naked. Then we can undress Diane as you start to get to know her body." Everyone enthusiastically agreed. The men quickly disrobed while Diane tried to figure out where to look.

When the men were all naked, Diane stood looking at them, mentally comparing their dicks and balls. Rick obviously (very obviously) had the biggest of the bunch. It was easily nine inches, semi-erect, long but not too thick. Charles, on the other end of the spectrum, was just shy of five inches long, and (Diane guessed) about four and a half inches around. But it was obviously as hard as a rock, and pulsing with his heartbeat. Denny and Paul looked much like Jerry, except Paul still had his foreskin. Their dicks were somewhere around six inches in length, maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less. Denny and Paul were both very average in girth as well. Jerry sported a dick that was bigger around than all of the others.

Diane looked them all over and said, "I approve." Then with a voice that belied her nervousness, she softly said, "Gentlemen, I'm yours."

They all moved in close and she felt five sets of hands touching her. Denny was the first to kiss her. His kiss felt very foreign. She had not French kissed a man other than Jerry for decades. Denny's tongue explored her mouth and even though it felt slightly awkward, it was also incredibly erotic. As they continued to kiss, Diane, who had closed her eyes, felt hands on her breasts. Someone was pulling the straps of her dress down her arms. She felt the cool air on her hard nipples and two hands, one rough and calloused and the other smooth, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She shivered at the touches.

Then she felt Rick behind her. She knew it was him because he had raised the hem of her dress and was pressing himself against her panty-covered butt. He was hard now and the head of his dick stuck out from between her legs in the front. He was slowly sawing it back and forth against the gusset of her panties, which she noticed was now getting very wet.

Denny broke their kiss to allow her dress to be lifted over her head. That was when she noticed Jerry, off to the side, filming everything with his phone. She started to object when she felt her panties being tugged on. She stepped out of them and immediately there was a hand on her vulva. Paul was exploring her in places no man other than her husband had touched in a very long time.

Diane was so turned on that she had a small, sharp orgasm almost as soon as Paul touched her clit. She moaned into Paul's mouth, as he had taken over kissing her. Her body tensed up and she had a short orgasmic release.

Now her knees were starting to buckle. She felt Rick's long dick sneak into her vagina from behind. She had spread her legs to give Paul better fingering access and that opened the way for Rick. Even though she was standing upright and Rick was behind her, he still managed to get what felt like a couple of inches inside her. He was actually fucking her in this position. She was amazed, fascinated, and turned on.

Diane broke the kiss and breathlessly said, "Slow down boys. We've got all night. Let's get more comfortable."

They all scooted as an awkward group, over to the chaise end of their sectional couch. She laid back on the chaise and the were instantly around her. She closed her eyes and just let go.

A hard dick appeared on her lips. She opened her mouth and licked the head. It was soon sliding in and out of her lips. She was happy that the owner of this dick was respectful and not trying to jam it into her throat. For the respect he showed, she rewarded him by taking the whole thing into her mouth. She pulled him forward to get it deeper in her mouth. Soon she had him actively fucking her throat. Deep throat was a skill she had discovered years earlier, and something that Jerry absolutely loved. The owner of this dick was now moaning deeply and holding her head in his hands.

There were mouths on each breasts. Her nipples were being sucked with increasingly aggressive suction. She discovered that the pain that came with hard suction on her nipples translated into tingles in her clit.

There was a very talented tongue now working on her vulva. She opened her eyes long enough to note that it was Charles. Just as his wife had promised, he definitely knew how to eat pussy. He had locked his lips around her clit and was sucking and licking it simultaneously. He also had two fingers inside her. He found her g-spot almost immediately, and was rubbing it exactly right.

All of these sensations were too much for her body. Her orgasm came out of nowhere. It hit her like a bolt of lightning. She screamed around the dick in her mouth. Her body seized up and she shook violently. Charles' face got a complete glazing as her juices gushed over it. When her body started to relax she felt the dick in her mouth swelling. Its owner said, "I'm cumming." Then she felt it shoot down her throat repeatedly. He kept his dick in her mouth until it was totally soft, and it slipped out of her lips with a pop.

Rick replaced Charles between her legs. Only instead of his tongue and fingers, Rick used his best asset. He lifted her legs and spread them completely as he buried his nine inches in her. It briefly took her breath away when he bottomed out. His cock slid over and around her cervix with a delightful feeling of depth. Rick began fucking her, long and slow. There was another dick in her face and now there was one in each hand. But she was having trouble concentrating on anything other than what Rick was doing.

She suddenly felt the need to control of the situation. Telling all the others, "Hold on for a minute, guys. Rick, fuck me hard!" Those who were beside her again took her nipples in their mouths and she gripped their dicks. Charles was desperately trying to put his dick in her mouth. She smiled at him gently and said, "I promise, I'll do it in a minute. But right now, I need to concentrate."

She turned her attention to the man between her legs and let herself go. "Rick, give me that big dick! Fuck me! Harder! Faster!" she snapped. Her grunts were coming with every stroke and short screams escaped her between every grunt. Rick fucked her as hard and fast as he was able. Finally, he panted, "I'm going to cum." She screamed at him, "Don't you fucking dare! I'm almost there. Fuck me harder!" Rick gave it everything he had. When his orgasm hit, so did hers. "Shit! Shit! Fuck!" She yelled as her body shook and she squirted all over Rick. Her body kept shaking all the way through Rick's orgasm. She did not stop until after she squeezed his soft dick out of her still spasming vagina.

Ordinarily, an orgasm that strong would have caused Diane to collapse in exhaustion. She was shocked to find that all this orgasm did was make her want another one. She looked up at all of the surprised, expectant faces around her an growled, "If you boys are here to fuck, I'm available." That's when things shifted into high gear.

Denny lifted her off the cushions and laid under her. She straddled him and inserted him in her pussy. She sighed as she felt another dick filling her. Paul put his hand on her back and pushed her forward until she was lying on Denny's chest. Jerry appeared with a bottle of lube. He squirted it generously between Diane's ass cheeks and spread it around, dipping a finger into her repeatedly while Paul spread lube on his dick. He moved forward and replaced Jerry's finger with the head of his dick. He tried to ease forward, to enter her gently, but Diane wanted something different. She pushed back on his dick... hard, and impaled herself on him.

Diane went still for a minute, reveling in the feeling of being completely full for the first time. Then she heard herself croak, "Fuck me boys." She couldn't speak after that because Charles' little cock was in her mouth. It was a strange, strong, incredibly erotic feeling to have three men inside her, simultaneously. She consciously relaxed her body and gave herself over to the feeling.

Paul and Denny built up a good rhythm. But Paul knew that he was not going to last long in Diane's hot, tight ass. He stopped moving, trying to prolong the feelings while Denny fucked Diane's pussy hard and fast. But Paul couldn't control himself and he thrust into her ass as hard as he could. She grunted as he bottomed out and his orgasm hit. Paul squeezed his eyes closed and saw stars as he shot his load deep in her anus. He continued thrusting until his soft cock slipped from her.

When Paul moved away, Diane rode Denny harder and faster. Every time her pelvis hit his she got a delightful tingle in her clit. She slammed down against him, over and over, trying to bring on a third orgasm. Her attention was focused on her pussy. Meanwhile, Charles was thrusting in her mouth. When she noticed him, she sucked on his dick as hard as she could, sensing that he was getting close. Charles and Denny both came at the same time. It was an interesting feeling to have men shooting cum into her from both ends, simultaneously.

Both men removed their limp cocks and suddenly Diane felt very empty. Denny wriggled out from under her and she turned onto her back, still wanting more. She rubbed her clit and looked at her husband, who had not yet been involved. She gestured for him to come to her. "Jerry, your turn. I want you now!"

He said, "How do you want it?"

Diane stood and leaned over the arm of the couch. "From behind, hard and deep."

Jerry moved behind her and easily slid into her sloppy pussy. He thrust into her hard and fast, but there were just too many fluids insider her to get any good friction. She pushed back against him, but she was also not feeling what she wanted. She looked at Rick and said, "Can you get hard again?"

Rick stroked his cock. He stood on the couch and put the head on her lips. She sucked him back to life in just a few minutes, while Jerry continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes. When Rick was hard, she pulled him from her mouth and said, "Jerry, lie down. You'll get my pussy. Rick, you take my ass. And I want you both to fuck me as hard as you possibly can. Try to punish me with your cocks."

Jerry got under his wife and reentered her. Rick lubed his long cock and slid into her ass with surprising ease. When both men were fully inside her, she hissed, "That's it. Now fuck me until I can't fuck anymore." It took them a little time to find the right rhythm. But when they did, Diane was in heaven.

The only sounds in the room were the slapping of pelvises against each other, the squishing of dicks moving in wet holes, and Diane's grunts and moans. Denny and Paul were filming from different angles, each with one hand on their phones and the other on their hardening cocks. Charles had moved back in front of Diane and had his dick back in her mouth again.

Diane was airtight and loving it. But she wanted it dirtier. She took Charles from her mouth and said, "Rick, slap my ass. Somebody pinch and pull on my nipples. Charles, fuck my mouth." They all took her instruction to heart. She was moaning around the dick in her mouth. She moved it aside and shouted, "Fuck me harder! Slap that ass!"

Then, with wild abandon, there was animalistic fucking going on. That's when the most incredible orgasm she had ever had hit her. She screamed so loud that she frightened the men. Her body went completely rigid. Liquid shot out of her with explosive force. Then she started shaking as if she was having a seizure. An endless grunting came from around Charles' dick. Her orgasm seemed to last for several minutes. When it was over, she went limp.

Jerry and Rick stopped fucking her and Charles pulled out of her mouth. After a minute, Diane's eyes fluttered open. "Oh my god! I have never felt anything like that in my life. What an orgasm! I don't have any energy to keep fucking you guys. But it still feels good to have you inside me. So go ahead and fuck me until you cum. Just a little easier though."

Rick started thrusting into her again with long, slow strokes. And Jerry followed. They again established a rhythm. Charles put the head of his cock back in her mouth and started stroking the shaft with his fingers. In a few minutes, Rick announced, "I'm going to cum." He shot deep inside her. Jerry followed soon after.

Jerry got out from under her and laid his wife on her back. Charles moved between her legs. "Diane, is it okay if I put it in you? I haven't been in your pussy yet." Diane chuckled because he sounded like a little boy asking for the cookie everyone else had already had. She smiled at him. "Yes, Charles, pick your hole."

"Really?" Charles asked, incredulously. "Can I put it in your butt? I've never done that."

Again, Diane laughed. "Yes, Charles. I've had two in there already. I don't think one more will be a problem." He pushed her thighs up to her chest and entered her. There wasn't much sensation for her, but she didn't mind that. She actively squeezed her muscles to give him a better experience. And within a minute, he grunted deeply and orgasmed.

Diane laid on the couch, on her back, exhausted and leaking semen from every orifice. She looked at Paul and Denny who were standing there with erections. "Do you guys want to go again?"

They looked at each other and at her. Then they both shook their heads. Paul said, "You look very tired, Diane. You need some rest." Denny said, "Besides, my wife said that I had better save something for her when I get home."

As the men cleaned themselves up and dressed, Jerry reminded them that the Diane they had just witnessed was not the one they usually interacted with. He said, "Please remember that Diane is still the lovely, wonderful woman you have all known. Everyone enjoyed this, especially Diane. But tomorrow we all go back to treating each other respectfully, as friends." They all thanked Jerry and Diane and left. When Jerry heard the door close behind them, he went to Diane, who had slipped into sleep. He gently roused her and said, "Would you like me to bathe you before you go to bed, my love?"

"That sounds lovely, but I don't know if I even have the strength for that."

Jerry smiled at her as he helped her from the couch. They made their way to the bedroom and he laid her on the bed. He went into the bathroom and brought back several warm wash clothes. She snuggled into the bed and allowed him to gently washed the semen off her chin, neck, butt, vulva, and legs. When he finished, he took the clothes into the bathroom. Then he pulled up the covers and lightly kissed her head. She was already snoring lightly. He turned out the light and went into the living room to clean the couch and floor, and watch his video.