After Lake Poker

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or if you think she is a slut. Your morals are not a part of my stories.

Constructive comments about how to improve my stories are appreciated

After Lake Poker

My parents have a lake cottage on a quarter section of land. Access is through a small community and across an old covered bridge. The road runs around the lake giving access to probably a hundred cottages. However, the bridge is no longer up to standard. Any time there is a forecast of heavy rain upstream, the bridge is closed. There is no other road out.

The house is big, my parents planned for all of my three siblings and I to have at least 3 kids each, and the house can accommodate all of us. This weekend it is just me and Art and four of his buddies. The plan is to play poker until about 10PM, then they would head home, Art and I will stay for the night.

Art is off work on disability, he was caught in a crane collapse and he is in significant pain. As a result, we have put off children until he recovers. So, I have an IUD. Not that I need it much, Art has a really tough time having sex. The doctors say it will get better, but progress is slow.

The guys arrive before noon, and we spend a bit of time swimming. I show off my new bikini, to the general approval of all five men. I am generally considered to be too skinny. I have nice B cup breasts, but narrow hips. The guys are surprisingly all fairly attractive; it is my first opportunity to meet them since our wedding last fall, just six weeks before the accident.

The boys barbeque dinner, so I do the dishes, and act as bartender/waitress for the evening. I dress in a conservative sun dress. The evening is a bit ruckus and wild as each of them has been issued a large pile of chips. There were a lot of comments on how attractive I was, and it seemed they knew about Art's poor sexual performance so they were all offering to assist him in his bedroom duties.

In the kitchen I am running the local radio station, and about 9PM they announce the bridge will be closed till 8 AM tomorrow. I let the guys know and then go and set up four more bedrooms for occupancy.

It is about midnight when everyone packs it in, and I show them their bedrooms. Art has his morphine and an Ambien. I cuddle with him till he is sound asleep. I lay awake, thinking about four virile young men just down the hall. I toss and turn. I cannot sleep. I am horny. Very horny.

After 1AM I get up and go down to the kitchen. My pyjamas are fairly transparent, so I am a bit surprised to meet Bradly in the kitchen. He has a glass of milk and some cookies.

"Sorry, I got hungry."

"No problem, pass me a glass I will have the same." He gets me a glass and pours milk. I grab a cookie. He is wearing is underpants, boxers, and nothing else. My nipples harden up, and poke out. He notices and tries to keep his growing erection out of view. However, it is overcast and the dark outside has turned the window into a mirror. I shift my chair closer to him. I reach out and stroke his erection. "Do you want some help with this?"

He chokes. "Art?"

"He is out for the night. You could knock the building down around him and he wouldn't wake up."

He chugs his milk. "Where?"

I drip a bit of milk on each of my nipples. "Here? Your room?"

I finish my milk and cookie.

He stands up and offers his hand. We hold hands and walk to his room. I close the door then pull off my pyjamas and pile them against the door so I don't forget them. Coming to bed naked will not be an issue, finding my pj's in Bradly's room would be an issue.

Bradly is out of his boxers and fondling and licking my breasts. I push him toward the bed. I push him back onto the bed. I stroke his cock. It is nice. I rub a drip of pre-cum over the head. I climb onto the bed pushing him onto his back. I guide his cock to my entrance. He gasps. I settle down onto him in a single slow stroke. I lean forward and rise off his cock. Then I slam down again. His hands reach up and fondle my breasts, I pound him again. I adjust my position a bit. The next pound hits my clit. I clamp down and have a small orgasm. When it passes, I set up a rhythm. He moans, quite loud. I gasp "Oh" or "Ah" on each stroke. I feel an orgasm starting to build. I stop for a moment, edging. Back to rhythm.

"Fuck you're good."

I keep going. I lean forward. My breasts are rubbing back and forth on his hands and chest. My nipples are on fire. I feel him get stiffer, and he thrusts up to meet me. He cums. A hot blast of cum into my pussy. I pound him again, and then push down hard. I cum and his second load blasts into me. I clamp onto him. I howl. My pussy shudders, milking every drop of cum out of the next three blasts.

"You're not half bad yourself." I sit up, pushing him deeper into me. After a bit he starts to get soft, so I get off him. His cum drips out of me. "Thanks, I needed that." I get up and pick up my pj's at the door. "It would be good if Art does not hear about this."

"No worries, I wouldn't want him to know either and I would also not want my wife Linda to hear about it." I smile.

I drop my pj's in our ensuite, and use a towel to clean up.

I stand by the bed, naked and think, we made a lot of noise. I should probably see if anyone noticed.

I walk up the hall. I see a light under the door to Rick's room. I open the door. He is in bed reading. He looks up, and puts the book down. I walk over to the bed. "Was that noise you?"

"And Bradly"

"Oh"

I pull the covers back. He has a nice erection, and I am still horny. A combination that is begging to be merged. I climb up and straddle him. I rub my clit up and down his cock. He flips me over onto my back and enters me missionary.

"You're wet."

"I hope seconds are not too sloppy."

"Well, lets see." He starts pounding my pussy. I can feel that he is pumping Bradly's cum out of me, it is running down my ass.

I wrap my arms and legs around him. Again, I am gasping "Oh" or "Ah" on each stroke. We cum almost together. Both of us are loud. He lays on top of me, putting most of his weight onto his elbows, otherwise I would have trouble breathing. Rick is a bit on the heavy side. Well more than a bit.

When he gets soft, I push him off. I am leaking serious amounts of cum. He really has volume. I think, shit, laundry is going to be a bitch tomorrow. "Look Art cannot know about this."

"Believe me, I don't want him to know any more than you do. Gemma would kill me if she heard."

I sit on the bed for a few minutes to drain out. I pat him on the leg. "Sleep tight." And I am off to check up the hallway. The next bedroom is up a floor and I use the bath at the end of the hall to do a bit of cleanup. Then down the hall. At Randy's door, I can hear music playing. I open the door. Moonlight streams in catching me in a full beam.

"Holly fuck. You look wonderful. Can I assume you may have been a factor in the noises I heard from downstairs?"

"Yup" I walk over to his bed.

"Ah, what about Art? Does he know?"

"Nope and he better not find out."

He tosses the quilt off. "Then I assume it is my turn?"

"Looks like it." I reach down and stroke his erection. I had wanted one fuck; it looks like I am going to get four. I am still horny. He sits up and rubs my breasts, then sucks on each one. His hand finds my pussy and then my clit. I gasp. I know Randy's girlfriend. It seems she has done some training. After a minute he guides me onto the bed in doggy. I feel his erection enter me. And he keeps going. I had not been paying attention; he is a lot longer than I expect. He bottoms out and then starts regular thrusting. As he gets more vigorous, he starts banging against my cervix. Each bump elicits a squeak, as there is a bit of pain associated with hitting my cervix. On the other hand, pain be damned, I am really liking the additional depth. I am pushing back against him each thrust. An orgasm is building, so I reach down and rub my clit. When I cum, I cum hard, shaking and arching my back and moaning really loud. As I recover from the wash of my orgasm, I feel him stiffen. Then the heat of his cum against my cervix. Oh, God, that feels good. He pulls out fairly soon after cumming. I don't feel much leaking out. He was really deep.

I sit on his bed for a while, hoping that I drip dry. Well drier anyway. He strokes my back. "Ah, I assume that Art not knowing also extends to Emily not knowing."

"Definitely. I think she would kill me."

"Probably using my dead body as the murder weapon."

I walk back to the half bath and sit on the toilet for a while, trying to push out the cum from deep inside me. Then I wipe up and head for the fourth bedroom.

I open the door. Axel appears to be asleep. I stand next to the bed for a while. He is laying on his side facing away from the door. Finally, I lift the cover and slide in behind him, spooning. My father had a joke, 'How do you wake up a man?' The answer was 'Place two warm breasts in the middle of his back.'

Seems to work. Axel stirs then reaches back to stroke me. "You have been creating quite the stir this evening. Art must have taken his morphine."

"And an Ambien."

"That combination will put an elephant to sleep."

"Most elephants have not had a crane fall on them."

"True."

He rolls over to face me. "While I am very interested in sex with you, it is not necessary to keep me quiet."

"Appreciated, but I am at this point kind of looking forward to it. As you may have guessed Art has not been meeting my needs for some time, and the doctor has no estimate of how long until he will be able to."

"Look, Art is my friend, and I like to think of you as my friend, so I want to help. I think I can get it up for you." He smiles, the moonlight makes it a bit magical, even if the joke is a bit lame. I have known he is hard since he turned over. "Don't worry, none of us will tell Art. He does not need to add another stressor."

I push him onto his back and throw a leg over. He pulls me down so I am laying on him. My legs are either side of his. He pushes me down and I connect with his cock. A bit of hip movement and his cock finds my entrance. He slides me down some more. My forehead is about even with his nose when he bottoms out.

I start rotating my hips. It has the effect of pulling away from him, then pushing him back in.

"Oh God, Joanne does this to me. Keep it slow, I want this to last."

I feel his cock expanding. He is filling me up, and starting to stretch me wider open. An orgasm starts to build. I have never experienced a guy who gets fatter as he is inside me. I can feel pussy muscles starting to complain about his girth. I don't know how long we have been at it when I feel him stiffen up. He must be struggling to not cum, as he gets really stiff but does not erupt.

I can feel my orgasm is going to be huge. My legs are starting to vibrate. He hugs me tight. "Hold it as long as you can."

It is not long; I have been building for a while. When my orgasm comes it is epic. I will need to try this on Art when he gets better. I clamp down on him and my pussy starts milking him. That is what he was waiting for. He explodes in me. Hot lava, burning my cervix. My back arches, my eyes roll, the universe turns inside out. I shudder. Every muscle I own is activated.

After a while I realize I am laying on him limp.

"Just like Joanne. God, both of you cum like the world is ending."

"I have never cum that hard before."

"Hmm, you just spent 20 minutes rubbing your clit on my pubic bone. What did you expect?"

"Next time I will know what to expect."

"Yeah, about that, I really don't think there should be a next time."

"You are probably right between us. I was more thinking I could teach Art."

"Ah, that kind of next time. Yes, I think he can be taught. He is a smart guy."

I lay there for a few minutes then get up. "Joanne is one lucky girl. You should marry her."

"We have talked about it a bit. I think we are getting there."

I stand up. "Looking forward to it. If you wanted you could do it here."

I head out and back downstairs. The music is off; the light is off. I slide into bed next to Art and wrap myself around him.

In the morning, I am up before Art. I have a shower, dress, then help him get dressed.

We head down to the kitchen, and Art helps make breakfast for everyone. The guys arrive as a group.

Art asks "Did you all sleep well?"

A chorus of Yeses.

Axel says "We should plan to spend the night again. Only next time bring our girlfriends. I am sure Joanne would love to spend time here." He winks at me.

I turn on the news, and hear that the bridge survived another day and is now open. The guys finish breakfast and leave for home. I tell Art I am going to do laundry before we leave.

Finally, I bundle Art into the car, and head home. Art rubs my leg. "I am really pleased about how well you handled the guys being over for the night. They all looked like they had a really good time."

"I think they had a better time than they expected."

"We should plan more sleep overs."

"I think we should plan a week long stay at the cabin with as many of them as can organize the time off. The cabin does not get enough use."

"Yeah, that would be great."