Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... all joked. It was no joke though, rumors had it that he had done just that at least on one occasion. Yeah, Duke was not welcomed at the local Catholic church.

As the night wore on, and the drinking got heavier, the card game got hotter. Hank seemed to be winning, at least at cards, this night. Hand after hand he would drag his winnings into a pile in front of him. And the more Walt lost, the more he would drink. Vivian was beside herself because no matter what she said to him he just kept on getting stupider and drunker. He didn’t even seem to notice that Duke was flirting even more than usual with her that night. So, Vivian did something that was out of character for her. She drank too.

Vivian drank mostly to take the edge off of her frustration and anger at Walt. Or that was the idea anyway. What happened was the alcohol might have dulled her anger a bit, but it didn’t wash it away. What the alcohol did exceedingly well, however, was spark a latent interest in what Duke was saying and doing to get her attention. All the while Walt seemed to be oblivious to it, she might as well have been a stranger to him. That angered Viv even more.

Hank saw it developing, the attention that Vivian was paying to Duke’s flirtation and inuendo. It started as looks, then words… and eventually even touching. Duke just has this way about him that women seemed to crave. Vivian seemed particularly hungry for attention this night so it was nearly a foregone conclusion that there would be ...

... fireworks.

Walter was seething. Not so much about Duke and his wife flirting, to that he was almost completely blind, rather he was angry for losing, again. Walt couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a good night playing cards with his so-called friends. He might win a hand now and then but, in the end, he would always seem to walk away from the game with far less than he’d began with.

Outside the crickets and cicadas filled the hot humid night air with their insectile chorus, joined by the occasional calls of night birds. Inside the “shed” were the rough loud voices of five men and several women. The women were Vivian, Janine, Darrel John’s wife, and Tessa, Henry Willis’s latest girlfriend. The air inside was oppressive from both the heat, despite all the windows being open and the screen door. The shaded light hanging over the poker table left a lot of the room in shaded darkness but the portion well-lit was clouded with the thick smoke of cigarettes and Darrel’s cigar. The air reeked from the smoke… and the stale smells of alcohol and sweat.

Anyone not drinking or smoking would have nearly gagged or choked, wanting fresh air, yet the whole group didn’t seem to notice. There were other things happening that held their attentions, the card game, the jokes and lies being shared, the flirtatious innuendos… and inevitably, the tempers rising from those who were not winning.

After several hours of losing Darrel and Henry had had enough. They collected their women ...