One annoyed husband

They hadn’t been married for that long and generally their lives together were calm, loving and generally a bit dull if Josh was honest with himself. He loved Stella, but she didn’t do enough ‘exciting’ things for his liking.

They had plenty of sex, but it was always ‘vanilla’; they would be fucking and even though he thought she was enjoying it, she would always slap his hand or stop completely when he started anything interesting.

He did get her drunk one night and after some sloppy and drunken sex, he managed to slip at least the first inch of his finger inside her arse before she went mental.

Josh had tried to fuck her in the arse – the last time he suggested giving it a go the reaction from Stella was a nightmare; shouting, sleeping on the couch, the silent treatment and definitely no sex for a week.

He liked fucking her, but had so many additional thoughts on how they could expand their sex life. He only really got properly hard when he watched porn. The kind of lust that actually made him yearn and obsess. It was just so fucking annoying as he knew that things could be so much better.

Josh had so many more and exciting things he wanted to try, but slowly he came to the depressing realisation that this was it; he would never see two cocks in his wife, he would never feel her tongue lick his arsehole or the thousand of other things he REALLY wanted to do.

He once tried to fuck Stella while they were in the car and even got to play with her tits in the open air. Again he had used alcohol to lossen her up when they went out for dinner; it was a great night, touching during the meal and he even managed to see up her skirt.

He often felt jealous as hell as during his poker games with his friends; the ‘stories’ they told showed him that other women would do lots of awesome things. He listened like his life depended on it when Dave talked about accidentally coming in his ex-wife’s mouth or the anal Phil had on his birthday last year.

The worst was his childhood friend who had done so much more and would let everybody know about it. Threesomes, foursomes, a bit of dogging and even swapping partners. Josh just hung on every word when Grant started talking – he even got hard listening to one tale about fucking a drunk girl during a party – he would have loved to take advantage of Stella like that.

It was Josh’s turn to host the poker night and even though Stella would normally go out for a girly night Josh knew she was in all night. Stella asked if she could play but he had said no way and that girls were not allowed.

This wasn’t actually true but Josh liked the banter and knew that Stella would by definition sanitise the night. No stories, no swearing and no outrageous bets. Josh loved it when the bets got high, the rush he got knowing that the money on the table was too big and if Stella ever found out the size of some the pots she would go mad.

They had decided that Stella would stay upstairs and only venture down to say hello. So Josh set up the table, got the beers cold and also set up the shots ready for the quick draw round. Stella came down just as Josh was finishing up.

“So are you ready for your big night?” Stella said as she breezed past on her way to the kitchen. As she walked past she dipped in to the buffet of ‘fatty snacks’ that was a staple of poker night. She wore a pair of black leg-ins and a canary yellow tank top and even Josh could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Josh grabbed her as she went back upstairs and put his arms around her waist. “So are you happy with what is going to happen tonight?” Josh’s question was more of a plea than a question. He just wanted a good night without any hassle.

“Yes – don’t worry I will be well behaved and leave you boys alone… I promise not to get all girly over your poker night”. As she turned to go upstairs Josh grabbed her tighter and gave her a kiss, “Thanks darling – I owe you one for this. Do you have everything you need?”

Nodding her head she walked upstairs just as the front door bell went. She changed direction and went to open the door. “Hi Guys, come in. The beers in the fridge”. “Hi Stella, gorgeous as always” Dave walked in and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as he walked past.

Phil also greeted Stella and was a little bit more ‘handsy’ than Dave was and Josh watched with interest as Phil pulled Stella close to him and slipped a hand down to her lower back. They chatted and Stella giggled a little as Phil whispered something into her ear. He even slapped her arse as they broke apart.

“Oi that belongs to me… you touch, then you have to pay” Josh smiled as Stella skipped away from Phil and went upstairs. “See you boys later, I’ve been banished upstairs.”

“No way, who is going to get me beer and give me a lap dance?” Dave quipped. “I thought that was my job” Grant walked through the door with almost perfect timing.

“About time you turned up. I thought you had bottled out again” Grant opened his arms and said “One time and remember she was really dirty and the chance to fuck her over seeing you three…” he stopped mid-sentence as he spotted Stella just going up the stairs.

“Sorry Stella, didn’t see you there” pivoting beautifully “you look stunning as usual” Stella returned to the group and gave Grant a hug. “Beer?” Stella offered to Grant. “Awesome gorgeous”. She walked to the kitchen and got out three beers from the fridge. All eyes watched her arse as she bent into the fridge.

“Come on faggots, lets play poker” “First person to lose all his chips has to serve us beer and dress up in a thong”. Dave said while sitting down. Stella put the beers on the table and as she walked back upstairs said “Enjoy, not too much noise and it is a shame I’m not allowed to play as it would be fun to take all your money”.

“Alright sweetie, see you later” Josh said as she disappeared upstairs. All attention went to the centre of the table and Phil started to deal the first set of cards. Drinks, poker and banter were free flowing and it was perfect. Stella did pop down for after about an hour by which point Josh was up by about £300.

“Sorry boys, just getting another drink after my bath.” All eyes immediately followed Stella as she walked past the table in her white bath gown. She went to the fridge and asked if anyone wanted a top-up. Four calls requesting more beer followed and straight after a roar went up from all of them as on the river card a Jack of Spades appeared.

This meant they all had to do a shot; this time it was Josh’s choice and so it was vodka.