Poker Night

That first Friday after you honeymoon happened to be a poker night hosted at Buck’s house. You made sure to cook an extra large dinner consisting mostly of snack foods. You also took the opportunity to show off a bit. After all, what would make Buck happier than flaunting his beautiful wife in front of his work buddies? You chose to wear a cute little black sundress with black heels. You decided to give your husband a special little treat and “forgot” to put on panties.

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The men arrived all at once, and you greeted each one at the door. With all that had been going on in your life, it was sometimes hard for you to remember just how young you are. So much responsibility had been thrusted upon you in such a short period of time that you felt almost twice your age. But once Buck’s friends arrived, she became very apparent once again. Buck was was 24 years old, a whole 6 years older than you. Yet he was the youngest guy in his friend group. Everyone else was somewhere between their late 20s and mid 30s.

The finger foods were a smashing success, and the men couldn’t help but make you blush as they heaped praise upon your cooking skills and Buck’s choice of wife. After the men finished eating, they began to play poker. From this point until the end of the night, your main job became ferrying **** from the kitchen to the men.

As the night went on and more **** was consumed, you noticed that the men gradually began to compliment your appearance more and more. It started off as casual compliments, but slowly evolved into borderline flirting. However, despite already being a married woman, you couldn't help but blush at the small rush of excitement you got from a man calling you beautiful. In response you began to give your hips a little extra sway, and would make sure to bend over when serving drinks.

About halfway through the night, the flirting began to take a more distinct tone. At first you noticed you were bumping into things a little more. But soon you realized that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, you noticed that the men at the table had begun sneakily groping you. At first it was an ass-tap here or there and you did your best to ignore it. After all, bringing attention to it would only embarrass your husband in front of his friends. Not to mention a part of you liked it.

However, the situation quickly spiraled out of your control. Every-time you approached the table, there would be at least two hands touching you at any given moment. They would squeeze you ass cheeks, reach under you skirt and cup your bare pussy, at one point one of the men even had the audacity to straight-up grab one of your breasts. And all the while the your husband just sat and watched. You had no idea what was going through Buck’s head, all you knew was that he was nearly always glaring at you with contempt as he downed one glass of liquor after the other.

At around midnight, the game concluded and the men left. Relieved to final be free of their constant teasing, you decided to wash up the dishes before heading to bed. However, little did you know that Buck had other ideas…