A Game of Cards

"You'll love this, John dear," Laurel says with a salacious grin at you. "I'll need three decks of cards. I assume you have some in the office for poker evenings? I thought so. Be a dear and get them out and sort the ace, deuce and three of hearts, diamonds and clubs from each deck and shuffle them together." She gives your cheek a kiss and a little giggle at your bemused smile.

"While he's doing that, we three bitches are going to get ready for our part in the game," your wife continues, sauntering back to your desk to pick up the handcuffs she had removed from Amanda and rummaging in your desk and cabinet to find another set and some soft bondage rope. Chuckling happily she returns to the the other two women as you watch, sorting the cards out as she ordered.

"It's such an advantage to have a brute of a husband who keeps bondage gear in his office," Laurel giggles happily, putting the cuffs and rope on the table. Amanda and Jean eye the small pile nervously. "Don't be frightened, my dear little sluts, we're all in this together. Here is our part. We bend over the table, side by side, tied together. Come on, don't be shy! You go first Amanda you delicious bitch, down here at the end." She guides the black haired girl into position bent over the coffee table and cuffs one wrist to a table leg, then ties her knee to the leg on the other side.

"You next, child, down here at the other end," she orders, guiding Jean into position and restraining her the same way as Amanda.

"Mmmmm, this is getting me all excited," Laurel purrs. "Now I'll be between you, tied to each of you, all of us helpless and at the mercy of this masterful beast. Now Jean you'll be the diamond girl, Amanda you'll be the club girl, and I'll be the heart girl. Understand?"

"Not really," says Jean in an uncertain voice.

"It's very simple darling. John will shuffle the cards together and turn them up one at a time. He'll use whichever of us, and whichever part of us the card indicates for two minutes, and the first of us to make him come wins. All clear?"

"Whichever part?" Jean asks, sounding even more doubtful.

"Oh yes, the number of the card corresponds to a hole. The ace is your mouth, the deuce your pussy, and the three your ass. So the ace of clubs is sweet bitch Amanda's little suckmouth, the deuce of hearts my fabulous cunt, and the three of diamonds is your tight little puckered asshole."

Jean gasps and squirms.

"But I've never...I've never had anything in my ass. I'm not sure I want to play this game..."

"Hush sweet one, it's too late to back out now, and besides, isn't there something about a grant? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well lubed, and hopefully John won't make too much of a beast of himself. Now then, I've set my phone to beep every two minutes, and our goal is to make John come, or even better make him not want to pull out. John, be a dear and come over and tie me in place. I can't wait to get started."

Grinning, you walk towards her, the cards in you hand, when you hear the door open behind you.