Poke Her Night - Sex Stories

Poke Her Night

... intended to stop her when you guys walked in the door but I have to admit, she was particularly enthusiastic and I could not deny myself that pleasure” I responded.

“I don't think any of us would have done otherwise” Patrick responds with a smirk as he heads over and sits down at the table. Idly counting the pre-distributed poker chips we had laid out.

“None of us thought you were serious when you mentioned Margo being part of the entertainment for tonight” John said

“You know me, I never lie” I say.

“Well yeah, but still” John looks you up and down, trying and failing to hide his growing excitement.

“Are these the only snacks available to us?” Denis asks as he joins Patrick at the table, eyes focused intently upon your breasts beneath the shirt.

“For now” I reply, “unless you include eye candy” I continue as I move over to the dealer's seat and begin shuffling the cards.

“Darling, would you mind grabbing us some drinks to get started?” I ask you gently and kiss you on the forehead, my hand cupping your cheek. You can see me smiling and you know you are making me so happy. I gently wipe away the strand of cum on your chin and give you another kiss on the lips before turning you around and slapping your ass hard enough to leave a handprint on your left cheek.

You yelp slightly but cannot help but smile as you run to the kitchen as I begin to deal out the cards to the three of them. You see the chips begin to move as calls and raises are made as you ...

... return. Handing each of them a beer you crank the top off with a bottle opener. Your breasts sway seductively each time you do. They each thank you heartily as they accept their drinks trying very hard to keep their eyes on your face.

As you bring me my own drink we settle into the game, you sitting on my lap as my hands slowly stroke along your arm and across your breasts. You feel uncomfortable with the eyes upon you at first, yet as the hands are played the entire situation becomes almost normalized. It feels almost comfortable. A few times someone tries to bet big but isn't really challenged. That is until Denis wins a large pot with three of a kind nines against patricks two pair kings and eights.

“Bullshit!” he shouts, “how am i supposed to concentrate with your tits out like that?” he is smiling while he says it though revealing the truth behind his accusatory statement.

You look down and realize I have pulled your shirt to the side fully exposing your breasts to everyone. You look around and see that everyone is staring.

“Denis's eyes have not left my tits all night and yet he seems to be doing just fine” you retort. John and I laugh as Denis stammers a response and Patrick tries to brush it off as its still not his fault that he just lost half of his chips.

A couple more hands go by as everyone idly banters away making jokes and laughing. Your dress has ridden up leaving you fully on display now. My left hand is idly running down the inside of your thigh ...