HUSBAND’S WEEKLY POKER GAME

Danny and I had been married for seven years. Things were comfortable…we both had good jobs, good friends, a nice home, and plenty of hobbies and interests. One of Danny’s interests was playing poker. He and his buddies played at our house every week. I didn’t mind at all. I liked his friends and I enjoyed serving them snacks and hanging around them as they joked and needled each other, all the time laughing when winning and grumbling when losing.

Danny’s friends always paid me a lot of attention during these poker nights at our house. And why not? I’m a pretty brunette with a constant smile and great figure – about 5’5”, with a slim waist and 36D rack that seemed to get a lot of looks, and – frankly – I loved showing it off. I enjoyed all the attention I got from Danny and his friends, and even started dressing a little more risqué for these game nights….usually a mini-skirt or short shorts, with a tank top or thin cotton shirt. Sometimes a short sun dress or just an oversized football jersey.

Danny had noticed how much I enjoyed the attention of his friends, and he encouraged me to be even more friendly while providing snacks and getting beers. He even suggested I not wear bra or panties under my thin clothing. (I think he thought he’d win more pots if his friends were distracted.)

So, I gladly left bra and panties off, and scampered around the boys in my tank tops, sun dresses, and mini-skirts, letting my boobs bounce around untethered, and using every excuse to bump into and lean against each of the players as I moved between the kitchen and the dinette table where the poker was being played.

As expected, all of the men, including Danny, began surreptitiously touching and squeezing every part of my body throughout these evenings. I had fingers slipped under my dress and into my pussy as I stood next to a player and placed another beer in front of them. I usually stood next to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few minutes of finger blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the table to refill the snack bowls, every player managed to sneak a handful of tit. I usually stayed a little longer in these positions, too, letting my boobs get fondled and my nipples pinched and pulled. Of course, I rubbed shoulders and ran my hand through heads of hair….even found plenty of opportunities to squeeze a thigh and rub a crotch here and there.

After a while, all effort at subtlety had been dropped.….I was being groped and fondled openly as I moved around the table throughout the evening.