The Poker Game

(c) 2011 Paul Garland

I love poker. Always have, especially Texas Hold’Em, my favourite game. I used to go to casinos a lot, but I and my wife Donna I had to stop going. She wasn’t keen on me frequenting those sorts of places, although I also think she worried about me gambling away our money. I played online sometimes, I still do, but it didn’t have the same level of excitement as playing live, and it lacks the fun social aspect too.

So I began to arrange games with my buddies, gradually getting them into the game. At first, it was just an excuse for a night of drinking beer and smoking cigars, but slowly the lads began to appreciate the game itself and the nights became more and more regular, until we were playing once a month.

We would rotate the venue between our different houses, everyone taking turns to host the night, although we always chipped in together for the food and drinks, no matter whose house the game was being held at.

This one particular night was at our place, and we were hosting four of my friends, Mark, Scott, Tony and Paul, and Paul’s wife, Claire. She was a hottie, I’d always fancied her since school. She was in the same class and me and Paul, but he had gotten lucky with her in the final year of school and they’d stayed together since then, ten years ago. She was blonde and busty – a real wet dream – really, flirty too, though the furthest I had ever gotten with her prior to her and Paul getting together was a bit of kissing and groping.

I had done okay though – my wife Donna was hot, just in the opposite way to Claire. She was pretty rather than stunning, brunette and petite, with a really tight ass and a small but beautifully pert pair of tits.

Mark was an old work friend of mine, and Tony worked with Paul, but he had become part of our little group over the past few months, as had Scott who played football with Paul on Sunday afternoons. They were a good bunch of guys, and single, apart from me and Paul.

So here we were, nothing out of the ordinary, the usual poker game, with us guys getting pissed on whisky and beer, and the girls too, drinking white wine spritzers, and playing around making cocktails for each other. I don’t know what they were putting in them, but Donna was pretty drunk, slurring her words and in a bubbly mood to say the least, and Claire was even more drunk, swaying to the music on the stereo with her eyes closed and full lips mouthing the words.

Tony and Mark were both out of the game, but were still sat with us drinking and watching the action unfold as the rest of us played the game out. I’d been in a bit of a cold spell, no good cards for ages, when suddenly I was dealt the best hand you can get. A pair of Aces. I was the short-stack – I had less chips than the other two – so I decided to go for it and pushed my lot into the middle of the table.

“All in,” I declared, and to my surprise Scott called. He had been playing very conservatively, so I expected him to fold, giving me the blinds as Paul had already folded.

“Call,” he said with a smile and turned over a pair of Kings. The next best hand. Paul dealt the next three cards, and my heart sank as another King came out. The final two cards came out, and there was no Ace, so I lost and Scott thumped the table in victory! “Woo-hoo!” he said, with a smirk. He was the youngest out of all of us at only nineteen, and was a good-looking kid, but he had this cocky grin that annoyed the shit out of me at times.

“You lucky asshole,” I sighed. “Let me re-buy back in?”

“No way!” Scott smiled, stacking up his winnings in front of him.

“Come on,” I said, “It’ll put more money in the pot? And if you’re that confident of winning, it’ll all go to you.”

“It’s not about the money,” he chuckled, “It’s the kudos.”

“Let him,” said Paul, sticking up for me, and Scott relented. I got to buy back in, putting more money on the table, but only getting a modest number of chips, so I had to play carefully now.

Next it was Paul’s turn to be on the wrong end of Scott’s luck. Paul had pushed all his chips in with Three-of-a-Kind, only for Scott to get a Full-House on the river card, the last card drawn. Like me, Paul tried to beg his way back into the game, but Scott wasn’t having any of it – even though he had a huge chip-lead over us now. I couldn’t persuade Scott to change his mind, but then Paul grinned as he had an idea and winked at me.

“Listen,” he said to a jubilant Scott, let me buy back in and I’ll get Claire to give you a lap dance.”

Scott cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Would she?” He looked sceptical but Paul nodded.

“Look at her,” he said confidently, “She’s completely drunk, and she’ll do anything I ask of her anyway, she’s good like that. Got her well trained, you know?”

All the guys laughed at that, and Claire and Donna caught the laughter and looked at us quizzically from where they were dancing at the other side of the room. “What’s so funny?” asked Claire.

“Come here babes,” said Paul and Claire came over and sat over on his lap. “I’ve been knocked out of the game by this cheat here, and he said he’ll let me back in the game if you give him a sexy lap dance.”

“Oh, is that right?” said Claire, giggling at young Scott who had turned bright red now. Paul had made it sound like Scott had suggested the lap dance, but he wasn’t going to protest because Claire agreed. “Okay, young man,” she purred and all the guys watched with huge grins on their faces as she proceeded to step between his knees where he was sat. “Keep your hands off,” she told him and then proceeded to dance sexily right in front of him. She had huge breasts, and several times she put them right in his face. The top she was wearing was low cut, and her cleavage was spilling out so much that occasionally I got a flash of nipple so Scott must have seen much more. He was sweating and obviously horny when she finally gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to dance, rejoining a laughing Donna.

“Did you enjoy that?” Paul asked Scott, although the answer was obvious, as he restarted the game with a small pile of chips like I had.

“That was amazing,” Scott replied, “Think she’d be interested in strip poker?”

Again, all the lads laughed. It was only a joke, but there was no denying that Claire’s little show had gotten us all a bit horny. The atmosphere had definitely changed.

Scott didn’t get so lucky for the next few hands, and it was me against Paul for the next big pot. I pushed all my chips in, and Paul called with all of his, but then raised the ante further.

“Look,” he offered, “If you win, you get a lap dance like that from Claire, but if I win, I get one off Donna?”

I looked at my girlfriend from across the room. She was drunk, but she simply wasn’t quite as outgoing as the flirtatious Claire.

“I don’t think she’ll do it,” I said, but I really wanted to be on the receiving end of Claire’s sexy dance as Scott had a while ago, so I agreed, taking the chance that I would win. “Okay, turn your cards over.”

To my horror, and Paul’s delight, he flipped over a pair of Aces, which went on to beat my pair of Queens. “Come on then,” he said, rubbing his hands, “Tell Donna what she’s got to do.”

I had to call her over, and explained what I’d done. “I really thought I’d win,” I said apologetically as she glared at me. Then she sighed, and said she had to honour the bet, but told Paul she wasn’t anywhere near as good at this as Claire was.

I expected to get really jealous, watching her dance provocatively for my best friend, and at first I did, as she stepped in close and swayed right in front of him, sexily and suggestively. She even rubbed her backside in his groin slightly, as she didn’t have the natural moves that Claire did but I could tell Paul was enjoying every moment, and at my expense as he gave me a non-too-subtle wink and then grabbed her butt.

Donna pushed his hand away, but didn’t tell him off which rather surprised me, and she continued to dance, closing her eyes and getting into the music. What surprised me further was that I was getting excited at watching her dance for him, especially when she again rubbed her ass against his bulging crotch and she allowed him to feel her thigh through her trousers as she straddled him.

Then abruptly, she stopped and walked away to Claire, who gave her a huge kiss. That drew a massive cheer from all the boys. Paul was looking as flustered as Scott had a while ago, and told us we should get on with the game as it was getting late.

I was out, and wasn’t about to go through watching her dance again, so I sat and watched the final games between Paul and Scott, and nothing else untoward happened until Scott finally beat out Paul, and claimed the money.

Mark and Scott went home, just leaving me, Tony, Paul and the girls, and Donna and I were clearing away while waiting for them to go, when Paul offered me another quick game.

“Claire’s winding me up,” he moaned, and then his wife explained further.

“You two are rubbish,” she teased, “To get beat by young Scott who didn’t know what he was doing! I think even me and Donna could beat you.”

Well that was it, my male pride wouldn’t stand to be goaded like that, so I told Donna she was playing too, and Tony stayed behind for a quick game as well. He was much older than us, and was Paul’s supervisor at work, but was a really nice old guy.

We only played with a few chips, to make it a quick game, and before long our skill started to show over the girls’ enthusiasm. Claire was out fairly quickly, and looked really disappointed so I offered her a lifeline.

“You can come back in the game for one of those lap dances,” I said cheekily. Both Paul and Donna looked like they were going to object, but I pointed out they had already been guilty of this earlier, so it was my turn to have some fun now. Donna didn’t look very happy but I was drunk and desperate to see Claire’s bulging tits close up.

She pretended to think about it, then practically raced around the table and began to dance for me. It was every bit as good as I’d imagined it to be. She shook her blonde hair loose from the bun she’d had it up in earlier, and even undid a further button on her blouse so I got to see the full curve of her tits in the half-cup, lacy white bra she was wearing. Her nipples were showing above and through the thin fabric so I could see every detail, and by the time she’d finished, my cock felt like it was going to burst through my trousers.

Donna was definitely glaring at me, but Claire made her smile with something she whispered in her friend’s ear, and the game continued.

Tony spoke up during the next hand, which made me laugh. “I really hope Donna loses the next hand to me!” Even Donna grinned and Tony seemed encouraged by that, but when he really did beat her in the next hand, he only looked at her half-expectantly.

I didn’t expect her to do anything, but giving me a ‘this is your own fault’ look, she walked over to him, and undid several of the buttons on her top. Donna didn’t have the tits of Claire, but did show her small but perfectly formed cleavage off to Tony. I could see her lacy little black bra she was wearing, and he must have got a lovely view as she danced so close to him. She ground her ass into his lap, and as a finale she pushed his face right into her gaping top.

“You’ve made an old man very happy,” beamed Tony as the game carried on, and Donna gave me a really smug look as she rejoined the game.

So she wanted to play like that, did she?

Everyone sat around the table was drunk, and the atmosphere was quite highly charged. What happened next was inevitable, but still unexpected. Claire lost out to Donna, and asked her friend what the forfeit was to get back in the game. Donna just shrugged and smiled, and Claire walked over and began to lap dance for my wife. It got very hot and crazy, with Claire rubbing her tits right in Donna’s face, who just laughed, knowing it was winding all the watching boys up. Claire finished by sitting on Donna’s lap, and then full-on kissing her, tongues and all, while being watched by us; the appreciative audience.

That kiss changed everything. I beat Claire next, and of course, I asked for a kiss just like that one. Donna arched an eyebrow at me, as did Paul but the mood round the table was a horny one and I wanted to see what would happen next. Claire came over and sat on my lap. Her top was fully unbuttoned and gaping open so I could see her bra and the shape of her tits perfectly as she positioned herself and then leaned in and kissed me. It took everything I had not to reach up and cup those huge tits, but I managed to resist. I expected Donna or Paul to be angry but they were whispering something to each other, and then as we played the next hand they both bet against each other so I knew they were up to something.

Surprisingly Donna came out on top, but they still went ahead and did a forfeit. Donna asked Paul for a kiss like the one Claire had just given me. He winked at me as he passed and leaned over my petite little wife.

“If it’s got to be like the one my wife just gave your husband, then this needs to be undone,” he said, and unbuttoned the rest of her top, pulling it open to reveal her B-cup bra to everyone. It was black and lacy, and basically see-through. Her small, dark nipples were clearly visible, erect and poking through the sheer fabric as Paul leaned in and kissed her.

As they made out I looked first at Tony, who was staring at her exposed bra, and then at Claire who shrugged her shoulders and mouthed, ‘Don’t worry,’ at me. I wasn’t worried, I was slightly jealous but also extremely horny, and beginning to wonder where all this might lead. I was soon to find out, as Paul took it up a notch by reaching down and doing what I had managed to resist doing with his wife. He took one of Donna’s tits in his hand, and squeezed and cupped it in his hand, while they kissed. Donna didn’t make any move to stop him, in fact when he finally broke off the kiss, she was flushed and breathing heavily. She even thanked him as he sat down, and then stuck her tongue out at me impudently.

“This is getting naughty,” said Claire when we started dealing again, “Why don’t we just go the whole nine yards and play strip poker?”

Donna looked alarmed, as did Tony, but I asked Donna why she was worried if she had been so confident the girls could beat us. Was she backing down now? Tony said that he was a bit old for strip poker, but Paul pointed out that the slim old chap had probably got a better body than both us two guys, and so with a shrug of his shoulders he told us to deal the next hand, and that he was game if everyone else was.

The way strip poker works was as normal, but when you ran out of chips, you had to take off an article of clothing to get carry on. If you won enough chips back you could buy back some clothes, but after a brief discussion between us all it was decided that was too complex. Especially considering how drunk we all were, and so we agreed instead to strip, or just do forfeits or dares, on whoever had beaten who.

So the first hand came down, and I was delighted to see I’d been dealt a pair of Kings. Everyone folded except for Paul, disappointingly both the girls didn’t want to play this time, probably due to slight nervousness at what would happen if they lost. The rest of the hand played itself out and I won.

“Well, what can I dare another bloke to do?” I chuckled.

“Want me to dare him instead?” Claire offered. She was sitting next to me now, to my right, then going around in a circle; Tony, Donna and finally Paul, sat on the left of me.

“What are you going to dare me to do?” Paul shrugged, “You’re my wife. It should be Donna really?”

We all looked at my little wife, and her eyes widened. “I don’t know,” she giggled and looked to Claire for help, but none came, so she shrugged. “Um, okay you have to take your shirt off?”

Paul breathed out, relieved that the forfeit was an easy one. Claire rolled her eyes, perhaps in disappointment.

“What?” Donna questioned her, “I couldn’t just tell him to get his dick out straight away, could I?”

We all laughed out loud at that, and it was Tony’s turn to deal the next hand. This time I was dealt poor cards so I folded and watched instead as Donna and Claire went up against Tony. He won and after beating them both, he got them to both remove their tops. Both girls did it without too much fuss, which was surprising, but fun to see them both sat in just their bras, so contrasting – the busty blonde in the white bra and the petite brunette in black.

The game went as strip-poker should. Tony lost his shirt, Paul lost his jeans, as did I, and then finally both the girls, one after the other, lost their trousers too. Only Tony was left with trousers on. Paul and I were in only our boxer shorts, with the girls just in their bras and panties. Things were getting hotter by the second.

The next hand was won by Tony, and he dared Claire to give him a lap dance in just her skimpies. She didn’t hesitate – she was drunk, we all were – and this time it went further as Paul pulled his wife from Tony’s lap after the dance and sat her on his knee. They kissed and then to everyone’s surprise, he popped the clip on her bra, and her huge breasts came into view. My eyes almost popped out of my head, and I tried hard not to stare in front of Donna. Luckily, my wife didn’t notice, she was too busy laughing at Tony’s reaction – his tongue was almost hanging out.

Paul won the next hand, and I knew what was coming. Donna must have too, because when he asked for a dance, she didn’t sigh or complain, she just went and sat in his lap. There wasn’t really any dancing, she just shyly wiggled her bra-clad breasts in his face while he had a close-up look. Then he took everything another stage further, reaching behind my wife’s back to pop her bra clasp too.

I held my breath, wondering what I should do, and how she would react, but things had gone too far for her to stop him. She let her bra drop from her breasts, covering them with her hands.

“Oh, don’t do that,” Paul said softly, and reaching up, he eased her hands away. Donna was blushing furiously, cringing in embarrassment as we all gazed at her beautifully pert tits. She was obviously horny from the attention because she simply sat there in his lap, not even making any attempt to resist as Paul reached up and cupped her tits in his hands.

I finally exhaled, taking in another deep breath as I fought a mixture of emotions. I felt jealousy burning inside me, and yet I was incredibly horny too. A still topless Claire was sitting next to me, watching my reaction closely. All I could do was smile at her, and she smiled back. Damn, she was pretty, and those breasts were just… wow!

“I wish I’d had the balls to do that,” Tony commented, watching Paul squeeze my wife’s tits.

“Donna wouldn’t mind you having a feel,” Paul said cheekily, then asked her, “Would you?”

When Donna didn’t say anything, Tony moved his chair closer, and Paul moved his hands so the older man could feel instead. Tony cupped and squeezed them, saying how firm they were, and even gently tweaked her already-hard nipples. My cute, young little wife letting a much, much older man play with her tits was so wrong, and yet so erotic to see. She didn’t say anything, but she glanced at me with an odd expression on her face,

Tony was still having a good feel, when Donna suddenly shifted uncomfortably in Paul’s lap, and then let out a little laugh. “You’ve got a hard-on,” she giggled to him, making him redden slightly. She stood up as Tony let go of her breasts, and then prodded the front of Paul’s shorts, where his erection was visible. Paul just shrugged, so Donna lifted the hem of his shorts and looked inside.

“Hey,” Paul interjected, “You have to win a hand to do that!”

“Oh, stop being such a spoilsport,” Claire laughed at him, “You know we’re all going to end up naked anyway!”

“Yes, come on,” Donna teased him, “I dare you to take them off.”

Paul didn’t need a lot of encouragement – he’s always been a bit of an exhibitionist, the kind of guy who had no problems letting it all hang out in the changing rooms. With another shrug, he pulled his boxers down. I wasn’t surprised to see that he did indeed have an erection. His cock was a decent size when hard, reaching right up to his belly button.

“Ooh,” giggled Donna, and then laughed as Paul waved it at her.

“Why don’t you show us yours?” Claire purred at me. I had a hard-on too, not only from her huge tits which were no more than a couple of feet from my face, but also from Donna being just in her knickers in front of my best friend and his boss, who was a total stranger to her.

“Go on, you might as well,” Donna said, “You’re not as big as Paul but you’re not small either.”

If I didn’t do it, I would look a boring coward, so I took my boxers down, cringing slightly but I was encouraged by Claire’s reaction when she smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Very nice,” she murmured in my ear, “I’ve always wondered what your dick looked like.”

“Well now you know,” laughed Donna, “And it works okay too.” She gave me the sweetest smile, obviously reassuring me as Paul was a good inch longer than me.

“Tony’s got the biggest cock though,” Paul said, then added when we all looked at him, “Seriously, I’ve seen it in the toilet, it’s huge!”

“Really?” Claire asked the old gent, sat there with a huge grin.

“I’m not getting it out though,” he said, though he didn’t seem shy, “You don’t want to see my wrinkly old knob.”

“Oh, but we do!” cried Donna. She was sitting on Paul’s knee now, her hand straying close to his cock, but her attention was fixed on old Tony, still in his jeans.

Tony was thinking it through. “I’ll get mine out, only if you two girls take your knickers off.” I saw Donna and Claire exchange a surprised look. “How’s that for a deal?”

“Is it really big?” Claire asked her husband, and Paul nodded sincerely. “I’m game,” she said to Donna, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates.

“I’m too shy!” whispered Donna, but then she squealed and laughed as Paul grabbed her. He fixed an arm around her and with the other hand, he tugged her pants down to her knees. “No!” she screamed, but she was giggling, so Paul ignored her protests, managing to drag them off her ankles. She sat there on his knee, blushing with her legs pressed firmly together but we could all see the trimmed strip of dark pubes peeking out from between her thighs.

“I’m too shy as well?” Claire said to me and gave me a wink, so I took the hint and reached over as she stood up and pulled her panties down too. She kicked them off, giving me a brief but perfect view of her completely shaven slit, before sitting on my knee.

“You like?” she whispered in my ear as she got comfortable, then she looked down at my now rock-hard cock and laughed out loud. “Oh, yes, you don’t need to answer? I can see that you approve!”

“So go on then,” Donna prompted Tony and without further ado, he unbuckled his trousers and pulled his boxers down all in one. His thick, semi-hard cock sprung into view and I was surprised at how big and smooth it was for a man nearing retirement age. I had always thought that they got wrinkly or shrunk as you got older, but not in Tony’s case. He had maybe an inch again on Paul, his lower half was really hairy with thick, grey hair.

“Woo!” yelled Claire, almost deafening me. “Now that’s what I call a cock!”

Tony beamed, his smug smile stretching from ear to ear, and he lifted his hips suggestively, opening his legs and proudly showing off his manhood. Claire was staring, as was Donna but then suddenly Claire shifted in my lap.

“Donna?” she asked my wife, who was still perched on Paul’s knee, “Will you tell your husband off? His cock keeps touching me.”

Donna just laughed. Claire has moved up my lap and my dick was now pressing against her hip and ass.

“Touch it back,” Paul suggested with a wry grin, and again Donna laughed, so Claire asked her if that would be okay.

“Go ahead. I think Paul would like to touch your boobs too,” my wife said, arching an eyebrow at me, “From the way he can’t take his eyes off them?”

Claire grabbed my cock with one hand and squeezed it, then shoved her tits right in my face. “You like big boobs, don’t you?”

It was everything I could do not to stick my face right in between them, but I managed to pull away and tried to speak.

“Um,” I began, much to everyone’s amusement. Claire was still holding my cock as I spoke, making me feel really horny but uncomfortable too. “Now we’re all naked, what do we do now? Is that the end of the game?”

As I finished speaking, I noticed Donna was holding Paul’s cock and was gently stroking him. What was happening? It all felt so surreal; five naked people sat around a table, two couples, but with each other’s partners on their knees, and a man in his sixties who neither woman even knew! Add to that the fact that my friend’s wife was holding my cock and my own wife was stroking his. We were all drunk, but still, how had we got to this?

“Do we really need to play a game?” It was Tony that answered, “You seem to be doing okay without it?”

Donna saw me looking at her and snatched her hand away, “It’s all right,” I laughed and Paul grabbed her hand and put it back. She looked at me as though to say ‘Are you sure?’ and when I nodded, she began to pull him back and forth slowly again.

Claire turned to me with a huge grin, and began to work my cock too. I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure, really quietly, but she heard and whispered to me, “Does that feel good?”

I nodded, unable to stop myself from looking at her big tits hovering right in front of my face, and she giggled and pushed them into my face. I got a bit lost in the moment, and began to kiss and suck her nipple while she pumped my cock and then she suddenly stopped and pulled away.

I saw why. Donna and Paul were kissing! She was still sat on his knee, working his dick with her hand, and he was openly feeling her tits, squeezing and cupping them with both hands. Tony still had the biggest grin, and was playing with himself while he watched.

Donna had admitted to me a couple of times that she found Paul attractive, but she had been drunk and I didn’t realise she liked him this much. How far was this going to go? I didn’t have much time to ponder the subject, as Claire began to kiss me passionately, swinging her leg over mine so she was facing me, straddling me on my lap. As we made out, I couldn’t help but keep looking over her shoulder, watching what my wife was doing.

Paul’s hand strayed down to Donna’s lap, stroking her thigh and then inching in between her legs. I saw my wife open her legs slightly to give him better access and then she moaned softly as he began to play with her pussy. My cock twitched with an unexpected excitement.

Claire had let go of my dick but I was aware of how close it was to her pussy with the way she was straddling me. She saw me look down and smiled knowingly at what I was thinking, inching her pussy even closer until it was almost touching me.

“Now this is getting interesting,” mused Tony.

Claire looked over her shoulder at him. “Oh, you’re all on your own!” she sympathised. “Excuse me a moment,” she purred and climbed off my knee, leaving me slightly disappointed, and sat on Tony’s knee instead. I didn’t mind too much, I could see what Paul and Donna were getting up to much better now. Claire grabbed the old guy’s impressive cock and Tony looked at Paul, probably to see if he minded what Claire was doing but my best friend was far too interested in my wife to care.

Tony was much less hesitant than I had been with Claire. He immediately grabbed her breasts and even bent down his head to suck a nipple. Again, he glanced at Paul for an okay, but Paul was full-on making out with Donna now, fingering her steadily and making her gasp quietly through their kisses, as she tugged on his cock.

I felt a bit left out as both couples played around, but incredibly intense and horny at the same time. Tony’s hands wandered down to between Claire’s legs, and he started to play with her shaven pussy as they kissed.

I got up, not knowing what else to do and went into the kitchen to pour myself a strong drink. I saw Paul open his eyes and watch me walk out. When I came back a few minutes later, with a scotch in hand, he gazed at me for a second then spoke.

“Shall we all make ourselves a bit more comfortable?” he pointed towards the sofas at the other end of the room.

“Yes,” Claire said, and jumped off Tony, taking him by the hand and leading him towards the nearest settee. She threw herself on it, never letting go of the old man’s hand, then pulled down towards her.

Donna stood up too, and came towards me, leaving Paul behind for a second. She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, noticing how strongly her breath tasted of alcohol. She was totally wasted. Should I stop this? Were we taking advantage of our wives?

If we were, Paul didn’t mind. Claire was now laid on her back, legs open with Tony laid between them. He was lower than her, his face buried in her tits, so his cock wasn’t near her but I think we all knew right then what was going to happen. Paul stood by, watching his wife being mauled by his much older boss, but kept glancing back at Donna and me, presumably waiting for her or us to join him on the other sofa.

We walked closer, both of us intrigued as to what was going to happen. The atmosphere was highly charged with both excitement and nervousness. Or maybe anticipation.

Donna and me exchanged a look as Claire grabbed Tony’s head and drew him upwards to kiss him. This lined their bodies up evenly, Tony still laid between her spread legs.

Donna looked at me. I don’t know how to describe the look on her face, perhaps an unspoken question, and I gave her a similarly unsaid acceptance by nodding.

My wife put her hand on Paul’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. Loud enough for me to hear, if not Claire or Tony, at least, if they heard, they didn’t show it.

“Are you going to let them do it?” she asked, and I saw Paul look at her.

“Why not?” he whispered back, then he looked at me and winked.

“Oh my God,” Donna said, her attention turning back to Tony. He was laid fully on top of Claire now, though we couldn’t see anything other than the fact they were kissing quite passionately.

Paul had his hand on the small of Donna’s back, and again he looked at me. He was waiting for a signal. I winked back at him, and he gently pulled Donna towards him, guiding her as he stepped backwards and on to the other sofa opposite.

Donna didn’t seem to realise as Paul pulled her to sit next to him. She was transfixed on Tony and Claire. Tony’s backside was grinding in between her legs. Surely, he was inside her, fucking her?

Paul’s attention was completely on my wife now. His hand moved up and squeezed her tit, then slid down between her legs again. Donna absent-mindedly parted her legs, still captivated by Tony and Claire getting it on right in front of us, almost unaware of Paul as he began to finger her.

After a moment though, she seemed to give in to him. She closed her eyes and sighed as Paul’s finger stroked her clit, then turned her head towards her and kissed him hungrily. Her hard reached out to take his cock in her hand again, then she seemed to realise what she was doing and broke away the kiss. Her eyes sought out mine and again we exchanged a knowing look. It was strange, because as we stared at each other, she began to stroke him off, quite fast, making Paul moan softly. Upon hearing the sound, Donna broke our gaze and turned to him, lowering her head down and kissing the tip of his cock. Paul put his hand on the back of head, watching me carefully as he did and then pushed her mouth down over the tip of his cock.

His eyes closed in enjoyment, and he eased her head further down as she started to suck him deep, sliding back up and licking the tip before going back down on him. I watched in amazement as she gave him head without any further encouragement. My wife was giving my best friend a blow job. Unreal!

Paul reached behind her, and she lifted her leg so that he could tease her pussy from behind. He looked over at his wife behind me. My back was to Tony and Claire but I could hear his balls slapping against her, and Claire moaning rhythmically, so I didn’t need to see to know Tony was fucking her.

I was the only one not getting any action, and I needed to remedy that so I knelt down in front of Donna, and eased her legs apart. Paul moved his hand so I could stoop down and I began to lick her pussy softly. She was already soaking wet, so I moved my tongue to her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue and then sucking it into my mouth and feeling it swell in response.

After a few minutes, Donna moved. She pushed me gently away from her, then rolled of the sofa, to kneel on the floor between Paul’s legs. She resumed sucking him, on all fours now, and she pushed her ass back against me, letting me know what she wanted.

I didn’t hesitate. I positioned my rock-hard cock at the entrance to my wife’s slit and shoved it all the way in one smooth movement. She grunted as I slammed it in deep again, and again, as hard and deep as I could. If she wanted to behave like a slut, she would get treated like one. She grunted again, having to stop sucking Paul for a moment, but then she took a deep breath and carried on as I pumped her for all I was worth.

Then I heard Claire cum, moaning out loud. “Fuck!” she cried, and I stopped fucking Donna and turned to see. Tony had stopped, giving Paul’s wife a moment to catch her breath.

“That big one feels good, eh?” Paul asked his wife from across the room, and Claire giggled and nodded.

Donna had paused from sucking him, and she watched as Claire asked Tony for a minute’s rest. Tony moved and sat down, catching his breath too as Claire went to the bathroom for a moment. He hadn’t cum. His cock still looked huge and angry, the head reaching right up above his navel. I wondered how Donna would orgasm if she was fucked by someone as large as that.

“I need to pee too,” Paul said, and trailed out of the room after Claire, leaving me and Donna alone on the settee for a moment as we both sat down.

“Are you all right?” she asked me quietly, avoiding my gaze.

“Yes,” I managed to say, “What about you?”

“I think so,” she glanced at Tony who was still stroking his cock opposite us, his eyes closed for a moment. The hour was late, and we had all drunk a lot. “This is weird.”

“It is a bit,” I agreed, and she smiled at me shyly.

“Fun though?” she giggled, and I grinned back, happy that she was comfortable with what had just happened.

“Yes, weird but fun,” I had to ask her something before Paul came back, but wasn’t sure how to word it. “If Paul wants to do… whatever… do you want to? I mean, Claire she’s… you know… with Tony, and…”

“Do you want me to?” she asked me back quickly, interrupting me, then threw another question at me, “And what if Claire wants to… with you?”

She gently chewed her lip as she waited for me to answer. I always found that such a sexy look. “I don’t know,” I said, though of course I wanted to fuck Claire. Those tits! She was such a sexy woman, I had always fantasized about it. But did I really want Donna to fuck Paul, if he tried it on?

“You don’t know about what?” she asked, confused.

“Both,” I said, “It’s up to you?”

Claire came back in to the room, and looked at us strangely. “What are you two whispering about?” Tony opened his eyes and looked at us, and I suddenly felt the need to pee too.

I made my excuses, leaving Donna to talk to her friend. I had to wait a few minutes until Paul had flushed, and when he came out, he slapped me on the back soundly.

“Wow,” he grinned at me, “Donna is so hot! What a fantastic blow job. You were giving her a good fucking too.”

“What about your Claire with Tony?” I asked him, “We’re you okay with all that?”

“A bit unexpected,” he admitted, “But what the hell? No harm done. We’re all having a fun time, aren’t we? And between consenting adults, anything goes, right?”

“Right,” I found myself saying, but as I went to walk past him into the toilet, he stopped me again.

“So, me and Donna? Would you be cool with it?” he asked me sincerely, “I think she’s up for it? You should try it on with Claire, she’s always had a soft spot for you, you know?”

“It’s up to Donna?” I said, not really knowing how I felt about it, but the thought of me screwing Claire was a huge temptation.

“Good man,” he slapped me on the shoulder, letting me go to the toilet finally.

I didn’t rush back. All sorts of thoughts were whirling through my head about what I might walk back into, but as I did walk into the room, it wasn’t quite the chaotic orgy that I had imagined in the wilder scenarios.

Paul was sat on the sofa, and his wife Claire was riding him. I was only surprised that it wasn’t Donna who he was screwing but she was still sat down where I had left her. Tony had moved to the same settee as her, but they were only chatting, talking humorously about this whole situation.

“I wonder who’ll cum first?” Tony said and Donna giggled as he continued, “You must have got Paul quite near the edge. I was watching you suck him.”

“Plus, Claire’s already orgasmed once,” Donna commented, “And Paul’s not as… big… as you?” she stuttered slightly and couldn’t help looking down at Tony’s slightly wilted, but still long, erection.

“It’s not the size,” I pointed out as I positioned myself on the arm of the sofa, next to them, “It’s how you use it.”

“True,” agreed Tony, “But if you have a big one AND you can use it…?”

Donna laughed out loud at that, and Tony looked happy, especially when she moved her attention to his dick. “Yours is really, really big,” she said, leaning closer and looking at it.

My cock was standing at full attention again, not only from the fact that I was watching my best friend and his wife fucking like animals right before my eyes, but also that my young wife was studying an older man’s cock up close like she was.

“Hey,” said Claire then. She held a hand out, wiggling her fingers for me to come closer. I hesitantly stepped up to her, trying to catch Donna’s eye for an ‘okay’ signal, but she was still talking to Tony about his dick. “Come here,” Claire purred and as I approached, she turned around on Paul, so her was back facing him. I could clearly see his dick impaling her cunt as she grabbed my dick and pulled me closer still.

Then she took me in her mouth. Wow, but it felt good. I couldn’t help my hand going to the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her blonde hair as she began to suck me.

I turned and saw Donna looking coolly at me. I couldn’t read her expression, but she wasn’t telling me to stop.

“Excuse me,” Tony said, getting up. “I need to go to the toilet, but I’ll be right back,” he promised Donna.

I returned my attention to the gorgeous Claire working my dick, but then Paul asked her to let him up, and we all stopped so he could get off the sofa. Claire took my dick in her mouth again straight away as I sat next to her, but I knew what was going to happen and couldn’t concentrate on the blow job. Instead I could only watch Paul as he walked over to Donna. She looked up at him as he towered over her, but made no attempt to move as he bent down. Neither of them said anything. Claire kept working my cock, as Paul pushed Donna on to her back, then lifted her legs up on to his shoulders and guided his dick into her.