Play aggressively

Brian clearly had more experience with poker, but you were a fast learner. You’d looked up the probability of the different poker hands on your phone and you’d seen the way his friends and him had played. When they’d bluffed, when they’d folded. When they’d raised the stakes, and when they’d hesitated. Maybe it was just the drinks giving you confidence, but you felt a swelling determination. You could do this. You had to win, given the stakes. Well, maybe it would be hot to let Brian win, a small part of you whispered. It did turn you on to see Katie act like a slut. But no, you decided to play to win. If he wanted her, he was gonna have to earn it.

Brian liked to raise the stakes early on in the game to try to scare you into folding. But you reminded yourself that you were being dealt cards from the same deck. There was no reason he should consistently have the upper hand. The fact that he always acted like he had a great hand led to one inevitable conclusion- he liked to bluff. So you started to ignore his posturing. Focusing on the cards on the table and your own hand rather than his efforts to scare you. When you had a decent hand, you stood your ground. When the cards sucked, you folded. As a result of this, the first few hands were indecisive, and no one had a clear lead. But then there was a big hand. It hadn’t looked good at first, and he tried to frighten you off by raising the stakes. You stayed in the game, refusing to back down. Seeing potential in the hand. Then the last card got played and you realized you had a Straight. An excellent hand. He raised, and you had to smirk. By trying and failing to intimidate you, he’d made a huge blunder. You met his wager and raised the stakes even more. He looked surprised, and Katie looked at you with an amazed and surprised expression. This hand had turned into a big one, and Brian had already committed a lot of chips. He hesitated before he met your ante, showing a pair of aces. A pretty decent hand. But yours was much better, and you won, collecting the winnings. Brian was losing, and looked shaken as you raked in the chips. Seeing the way things had suddenly turned, Katie laughed. “Wow… babe we should go to Vegas” she told you, sounding pretty drunk. “Well, let me beat this guy first.” You told her, and she giggled as Brian’s expression got more serious.

More hands were played, and they went in both directions. You maintained a lead, and there was a major turning point when you realized that you and Brian both had nothing good on a particular hand. Neither of you had raised the stakes which was weird for Brian. His cards had to be terrible. You raised the stakes, and Brian hesitated to match you. “Ohhh, he’s scared!” You told Katie, and she laughed. Brian fidgeted and then matched you. That was when, despite how drunk you were, you realized his big weakness. Brian was afraid to look weak. You won that hand by random chance, but the lesson you took was way more more important than the winnings. The next time you got a great hand, you raised the stakes to the point where you would win the whole wager if you won. Brian seemed to recognize this and paused, thinking about whether or not to commit to this possibly decisive gamble. Knowing this was a pivotal moment, you **** yourself to laugh at him and grabbed Katie’s shoulder. Playing up how drunk you were. “Watch this babe, he’s about to punk out again.” You told Katie, and she raised her eyebrows and looked to Brian expectantly. He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not punking out, I’m just thinking about the math here” he said defensively, but then he decided to match your bet anyway. You settled back into your chair. The final cards were shown, and then you revealed your hands.

Brian was looking straight at Katie as he laid down his cards. There were two 5’s on the table and he revealed he had a third one in his hand. “Three of a kind” he said with a big grin. Your eyebrows rose as you took that in. “Wow, great fucking hand.” You told him. Then you laid down your cards. You didn’t have a single pair, you had a 2 and a 6 in in your hand. For a moment, Brian’s expression was a smug grin as he saw you had no pairs of anything. But then he saw the expression on your face- a big grin. “I have a flush. I win.” You told him, and he stared at your cards. Both of your cards were spades, and there were three more on the board. Brian snatched the cards from you and set them down on the table, and even moved the cards around the table to see if you’d made some type of mistake. Katie rushed to your side. “Wait wait wait, whaaat? Did you seriously just win the whole thing?” She asked you with a big smile. You just put out a hand to Brian. “The, uh, two-hundred sixty dollars please?” You asked him. He just looked down at the cards again, desperately, but the truth remained the same. You beat him. “I don’t have that much cash on me- can… can we do Venmo?” He asked you, and you laughed.

“That’s fine. I think we’re gonna head out though. Come on baby.” You told Katie, wrapping an arm around her waist. She kissed your cheek. “That was so incredible baby. I can’t believe you just did that, holy fuck.” She told you, and then she glanced towards Brian. “Better luck next time.” She told him, and you walked out together. As you walked across the sidewalk to get home, Katie held onto you to help her balance. “Dylan… that was so fucking hot. I mean- he’s supposed to be some fucking big shot poker guy hosting the games and you just- you just fucking destroyed him.” She said, and she grabbed your arm tightly to stop you from walking for a moment. When you turned to look at her, she grabbed your head and pulled you towards her, kissing you deeply there on the sidewalk. Only the street lamps and the occasional passing car illuminating you as you made out there in the darkness of the night.

When you got back to your own home, Katie still seemed just as horny. “God… I can’t believe you seriously gambled my body for like two hundred dollars…” she said, and you just grinned down at her. “You loved it.” You told her, and she blushed. “Well, okay, maybe I did… but it just makes me feel like such a slut.” She said, and with how drunk you were, you just laughed. “Well that makes sense. You are a fucking slut.” You told her, and her blush got deeper. “That’s true. I’m sorry baby.” She said shyly. But you put your hand on her chin and tilted her face up to face you. “Don’t apologize. You’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.” You told her, and she gave you a big smile before she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed you again. “Can we please go up to the bedroom now? Daddy?” She asked, and you were all too eager to agree.

She bent over your bed in her skimpy white skirt. “I’m sooo sorry for being such a slut baby. I think you need to punish me.” She told you. “I think you’re right.” You told her as you stepped closer and swung a hand down, smacking her ass hard. That impact must’ve hurt because Katie gasped before gazing back at you. “I’ve been such a bad wife. How can I make it up to you?” She teased, and you didn’t hesitate to **** her skirt up. She’d already given away her panties to Brian, so she was completely exposed now. You quickly stripped down too, and Katie obediently waited, staying with her face down and her ass up for you as you took off your clothes. When you grabbed her hips from behind and lined up your cock against her from behind, she let out a lustful moan. “Please fuck my slutty little pussy Dylan. I really need to be fucked.” She begged. You obliged her, thrusting your hips forward and slowly impaling her on your dick. “Ohhh…” she moaned, clutching the bedsheets tightly as your hips started to find a rhythm slapping against her. When the thrusts of your dick inside her were slow at first, her moans were short and breathy. But as your thrusts got harder, she started to get much louder.

“Oh god! Yes! Don’t stop…” she panted before she moaned out again “Please pound your slutty fucking wife, Dylan!” She begged you. On hearing this lustful cry, your hand swung down and slapped her ass. She let out another deep and lustful moan at this. “Ahhh! Ohhh… Dylan… thank you daddy…” she moaned out. This reaction prompted you to smack her again as you deeply fucked her from behind, and she let out another slutty moan as her ass where you’d struck her turned a deep red.

Soon Katie’s moans and cries started to get more intense. She pushed her body back against you hard, obviously eager to get your raw dick as deep inside her as she could. Then she let out a final lustful scream as she came hard on your cock. Her pussy’s walls tightening and clenching around you was more than you could bear. You slammed inside her for a few final thrusts before you buried your cock balls deep inside her and dumped a big load of your hot cum deep inside her. She shuddered as she felt this, and seemed to fall limp against the bed for a moment. You leaned forward and kissed her neck. She looked back at you. “Wow baby… what a night” she told you, gazing at you with an expression that was both thrilled and content.