I’m All In

PROLOGUE

This is a longer story separated into chapters.  The story is about a man driven to succeed and how he doesn’t consider the costs of his ambition.

CHAPTER ONE: BBDT

There’s that point in a career where you just need to make that final leap into the big time. I’d been working for this since I was a kid, since I read Liar’s Poker in high school. I don’t know why, but that whole life attracted me. The bravado, the risk-taking, and yes, of course, the money… and the girls. I was a decent looking kid, but not really hot or cool. I wasn’t an athlete.  But I was always good with numbers, and I could hold my own socially as needed.  And while I never bought into the whole “masters of the universe” concept, I liked the idea of working in the finance sector and making some decent coin… and the girls. It’s an easy enough path if you come from a good — read upper middle class — home and are able to ace standardized tests.   While economics were boring to me, I did have an aptitude for software engineering.

I got into a good college, spent four years drinking with my friends, getting laid and pulling down decent grades.

A friend of the family called in a favor from one of his college classmates and got me a shitty entry level position working as a jr. programmer for a brokerage, and after two years of that, I left for a position at another firm.  I fell back on some connections  and managed to get an interview at a private equity firm, Burke, Branch, Donnelly, and Trimble.   It was a good jump for me with the ability to grow, even into their upper ranks.

BBDT stays out of the limelight. They have a reputation as a “pathfinder” firm. You’ll often see them getting into interesting opportunities before the big boys get interested. BBDT is lean. The fact that BBDT promoted from within was a major reason I was as eager I was to join the firm, even if those promotions only seemed to occur roughly once a decade. They were due, but then again, I was the junior of six directors and the only one in IT.

One man’s crisis is another’s opportunity. Or maybe I’m just a bottom feeder. I can’t say I’m a real genius.  I noticed some anomalies in the data on the monthly runs and brought this up to the partners.  Turns out the anomalies allowed them to find someone that had embezzled over 250 million dollars, and they were able to recover every cent once I traced the transactions through the system.  That’s about when I started to pick up buzz that I might be the next director to make the big jump.

CHAPTER TWO: Lee

Lee was a conservative woman that had a “secret” lusty side.  For instance, on the outside, she’s not the type that would ever send guys any nudes, but then again, knowing her,  I wouldn’t be shocked if she had at some point.   She was working for a real estate firm, had a side gig with an event planning company and doing some modeling when we first met.   She was working bar at one of our corporate events, and obviously sampling the drinks before she served them. I complimented her stiletto heels and noted to myself that her ass was as nice as her tits. We met up after at a divey bar, conveniently located a block from my apartment at the time, to which we soon retired.

We made a nice dent in the chardonnay stock of the entire city, finishing over a half dozen bottles, and fucked the night away. It was all a blur, my one crisp memory the sight of her heels up over my shoulders and her nice titties bouncing a million miles a minute as I plugged her tight, little pussy. I had her phone number, but I didn’t call her for some reason I still don’t understand.

We met again four years later, though I didn’t recognize her. I was at a meeting listening to a bunch of recent MIT grads pitching new data algorithms. It was all bullshit, blue sky stuff and not at all practical. Like Cal Tech, and many others, there are plenty of brains at MIT, but somehow those schools don’t stress applicability.  Lee was dressed more conservatively than she’d been last I saw her. Hair tucked into a bun, and tits confined by a blazer, she was still a pretty face, but not overly showy as she passed around documents at the keynote event.

Even still, she was the most interesting person in the room, and when we went on break I approached her. “You look familiar,” I said. It was mostly a line, though she did seem at least a little bit so. She smirked. “I should. I let you come in my mouth.”

I almost spit out the water I was drinking, but instead choked it back and half coughed up a lung instead. Face red and eye tearing, I wondered if she was joking… or flirting… or just busting chops.

She grinned, looking immensely pleased with herself. I wasn’t sure what to say next. “Oh, come on, Doug, you really don’t remember me? Oh fuck, she did know me. Busted.

“That wasn’t the only place you came either,” she continued. “I’d be offended, but I get the sense that this is less about me not being memorable, and more about you being a self-involved prick.”

“You do know me!” I exclaimed. She laughed.

“Give me a chance to make it up to you,” I offered.

“Uh huh. No ring on your finger, so I’m thinking you’re thinking of this more as an easy lay than a real chance to make amends.” I shrugged.

“Why not both?”

“Um, I think I’ll pass.”

“I promise. No funny business. I’ll buy you dinner and pretend to be interested in you as an actual human being.” She chuckled.

“That’ll be quite a trick.”

“Oh come on. I’m not evil … I can’t be all bad.”

***

We dined. We laughed. We had great sex.  Not to remember having sex with her, I was either out of my head the first time we hooked up, which is definitely possible, or in the intervening four years, she’d dramatically honed her bedroom skills, which is also definitely possible. I’d never been with a girl who used her body the way she did. When we got into bed, she pressed her naked body against mine, undulating slowly, giving me a full body massage with hers. She massaged my prick with her knee; her fingers, feather-light across my shoulders; her lips on my throat; nipples making circles against my chest. She kissed me with a deep passion that made me feel like I was in love. And then when she went down on me, it was… heaven.  God, Lee nailed it. She didn’t suck my cock so much as she made love to it. Those same, deep, soul kisses that made me lose perspective, she now applied to my dick.  Wet tongue, full lips, insistent and urgent, but not desperate. Soft hands firmly handling my balls, squeezing my ass. “Oh God,” I groaned.

“Go ahead and come, it’ll make the fucking better,” she urged.

Hard to say no, even if I could have. I came in her mouth and then immediately went down on her. I swear she tasted of apricots and cream. She was hot and gooey. I slurped at her partially shaved box with more enthusiasm than skill, but she still responded beautifully. I peered up to see her eyes closed, head swinging from side to side, stomach rippling, pawing at her hard nipples. She hissed. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue. I was rock hard and climbed up her body. She grabbed my cock and lined it up. I rammed it home, hard. “Ahhhh,” we both sighed together.

I was whipped. Everyone knew it before I did. And I swear it wasn’t just the amazing, unbelievable, unimaginable sex, nor the fact that she had the face of a model and the body of a porn star, though either of those would be enough. And it wasn’t even that she was a “cool girl” who liked morning quickies and an afternoon watching football.   What it was, really, was that she saw completely and thoroughly through my bullshit and still liked me despite it.

CHAPTER THREE: The Game

First Friday in the quarter. Revenue and expenses were totaled up, and the partners went off for a big dinner. Even in bad quarters, they were in a good mood because even after a rough few months, they all had net-worths at least in the high nine figures or maybe more. But this had been a good quarter. Very good. It was 2:00pm and Matt Burke, usually trim and dapper, was drunk and smirking when he came to my desk. He slipped me an envelope and clapped me on the shoulder. “You have the stick. Don’t keep people too late,” he advised. “The minute you walk out the door, we’re breaking out the burboun,” I replied. He gave me a wink and squeezed my shoulder. “Have a good weekend.” He left. A moment later, Danny walked in. “Looks like you’re the golden boy,” he said. Danny was a few years older than me, and had a carefully cultivated, “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about him. He wore expensive suits, but always had his tie slightly loosened. Designer glasses, but hair always a bit askew. Pale and a little blotchy, it sometimes felt like he was trying to cultivate a sort of old-school, dissolute British school boy vibe. I rolled my eyes. “Want to compare envelopes?” he asked. Mine was thick.

Matt liked to give bonuses in cash. Vaguely gangsta. Report it to the IRS? That’s up to you. Tell the wife about it? Same. Also too, even $20k felt heavy, though I knew mine was much more this time. And I also knew that what the partners took home was too much to even put into envelopes. One of the guys said he put half of it aside for “contingencies.” I replied that “Contingencies” was the worst stripper name I’d ever heard. Laughs all around, though just uncomfortable enough that it was obvious my comment had hit close to home.

“It’s chump change to them,” I replied.

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, but that’s because we live in a crazy, fucked up world.” He nodded at the envelope on my desk.   “A family of four…”

“Yeah, but they’re not super-geniuses like us,” I said.  “You figured out how to work your garage door opener yet?” A two-day crisis that boiled down to a loose wire. I laughed.

“Fuck you.” He chuckled.

“What do you think I need to do to get into the game?” I asked.

He knew what I meant. The highlight of the Partners’ get-together was supposedly a high-stake poker game, as in $200 minimum bets and a $50k buy-in. Getting an invite was apparently the first step in being considered to join the partnership.

Danny shrugged. “Blow Matt?”

That seemed unlikely. Matt was well cared for. Mindy Burke was pushing sixty, but still a hell of a looker. A blonde hottie. Even after three kids, she still had a tight body and the saucy grin of a woman who loves sex.

“No, I’m serious,” I said.

“Why would you want that? They invited Toby along, burned him for thousands and then threw him out.”

Toby Daniels had been with BBDT for a decade, and was obviously being groomed for advancement. The details of what happened after were never clear. He got invited to the off-site. Apparently lost a bunch, and then… it was all very vague. Too much booze and there were words. He was cleaning out his office soon after.

“I don’t plan to lose. But anyway, that’s the point, right? They want to see how you react to getting taken to the cleaners. All fun and games as long as the envelopes are full,” I said as I lifted and dropped my heavy wad onto the table. “They want to see how you’ll deal if you go home empty handed.

“Easy for you. No kids left at home, just you and Lee.”

“That ain’t luck,” I replied. “That’s planning.”

He chuckled. “Well, freedom is the key. She just turned, what, 50 –”

I held up my hand. “I am NOT married to a 50-something. She still looks 40 if not a lot younger.”

Danny laughed. “Just wait.”

“Did you ever ask if she’d let you blow the bonus on cards?”

I shook my head. “That feels desperate.”

“You are desperate.”

“That’s a fair point.”

I put theory into practice when Matt got back into the office on Monday. I walked into his office with my envelope containing $50k in hundreds and lobbed it onto his desk.

“I want to double this,” I said. Head shaking, hands out in some sort of calming fashion, he replied, “Doug, we have a formula, and–”

I cut him off. “Not asking for a handout. I’m just asking for an opportunity to go double or nothing.”

He opened his mouth to answer, but then paused. He regarded me carefully. I did the same. He was in his mid-50s and slender. With his reading glasses on and his grey mustache, he could seem a bit of a wimp. His piercing blue eyes shined and a smile crossed his lips. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve been blowing through my goals for two years. If I hit ‘em again this quarter, you in

“How’d that work out for Toby?” he asked.

“You know I’m better than him.” He laughed.

“God, you guys are all assholes.”  But he nodded wryly. We were all assholes. He glanced up at the ceiling. Then replied,  “We’ve been talking about you.”

“I should hope so.” He held out his hands and made a tamping down motion.

“Stop with the hard sell, Doug. I’m not buying a used car. Why do you want this?”

I resisted the urge to go glib. Instead I went with, “I want to be part of the family.”

I expected him to snort. He didn’t. “It’s not that simple,” he replied.

“Give me a chance.” “And Lee is on-board for this?”

I wasn’t sure what Lee had to do with it, but I was pretty confident she’d be willing to do the whole charity circuit with Mindy Burke, Tracy Branch, Asuna Donnelly, and Jenna Trimble. Dressing up a few times a year and hosting some tedious fundraiser for the Arts or the Hospital seemed like a small price to pay for the partnership.

“She knows this is a family affair. One for all and all for one.” He raised an eyebrow and grabbed my envelope. He flung it at me.

“I’ll take it under consideration.” I nodded. It was all I could ask.

As I left his office, he called after me, “And talk to Toby.”

***

On March 31, Matt showed up in office. No envelope this time, just an invitation printed on heavy, cream stock with next Friday’s date and an address I recognized as Matt’s home in the richest section of town.  I was in. I hadn’t talked to Toby. Fuck Toby.

CHAPTER FOUR: High Stakes

Lee ran her fingers over the embossed print of the invitation. “I’m having trouble deciding if this is classy or ostentatious.” With her event planning background, this was the sort of thing she took seriously. But it was also the sort of thing she might say when she was trying to buy time.

“I didn’t actually mean the card stock when I asked what you thought.” She rolled her eyes at me.

“What do you want me to tell you? The whole frat boy aspect of your business has always struck me as weird.”

“Frat boy?”

“Oh come on. Come out and play cards for a big stack of money. Dare ya, double-dog dare ya. I mean, what is this, some sort of hazing?”

I laughed. “It would only count as hazing if they made me do it after drinking a fifth of vodka.”

“And maybe they will. Or maybe the game is to make you play with a candle jammed half-way up your ass.”

“Or maybe this is just a way to see how a guy handles pressure.”

“Uh huh,” she replied skeptically. “Because dealing with your every day responsibilities isn’t a better indicator of that? This is just a way to see if when they ask you to jump, you reply, ‘how high?’”

“Is it the money?” I asked. She lowered her chin and glared at me.

“Am I happy about the idea of you throwing away a normal person’s year’s salary on a card game –”

“That’s only if I lose,” I interjected.

“Uh huh,” she said again.

“Fucking stop that!” I snapped. She stood up briskly, a swell of cleavage visible beneath her white, vee-neck tee shirt. I wondered if I’d gone too far. She was sizing me up, one hand on her hip, the other on her cheek.

“Then stop spewing crap,” she replied evenly.

“Okay, fine. So it is a bit of hazing. What’s wrong with that? Worst case scenario, we’re out this quarter’s bonus. I lose graciously. They invite me into the partnership. We make it back and more.”

“What if it isn’t just that?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well,” she began, “they haven’t made a partner in like a decade, and the last guy to get close ended up with his possessions in cardboard box.”

“I’m not Toby Daniels.”

“I bet Toby Daniels didn’t know he was Toby Daniels either.”

I sighed. “What are you worried about?”

She chuckled. “Our immortal souls, Our immortal souls.”

I snorted. “Aren’t we a drama queen tonight?”

She shook her head. “Men are funny. Wave a little pussy or a stack of bills in front of their faces and they lose all common sense.”

“That’s how you trapped me,” I said with a smirk.

“Trapped, eh?”

“Anyway, you act like women aren’t the same.”

She chuckled. “I’ve never lost all common sense over dick, OR pussy. And as far as money goes, I’ve always been a cheap date. Pizza and a bottle of Chianti has always been enough to get in my pants.”

“Or just some Chardonnay without the pizza.”

She laughed louder. “Hmmm. That is going to make a great story for our kids.”

I stepped in closer. “Are you really upset?” She looked up at me with those big green eyes. That was enough to make me melt. Forget the pussy and money.

“Of course not. I know how much this means to you.” “It’s just….” She put her hand on my chest.  “No, seriously, I get it. This is like the need to get to the top.  And… I like it. I like that you’ve got this ambition. It’s… a bit… of a turn on.”

“A bit?”

“Mmmm. Maybe I can even give you a bit of encouragement,” she cooed as she gracefully dropped to her knees.

“Oh, Baby,” I moaned as she began to fondle my package. She deftly unzipped my pants and pulled out my prick. She stroked me firmly and then began to lick my shaft.

“Isn’t this what a good wife does on the eve of the big event?”

She swallowed me whole. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue playfully explored my cock. She worked off my pants and let them fall to the floor. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing my ass, hugging me to her as she slobbered on my tool.

“God, you’re good at that,” I sighed.

She suckled on my balls, stroking my wet cock with her hands. Up and down, up and down.

She paused and gazed up at me.

“Are you saying I’m a good, little cocksucker?” she asked sweetly, eyelashes batting.

Hoo boy! That almost made me pop right there. She grinned.

“I guess I am,” I replied.

She slowly ran her tongue along my shaft and kissed the head of my cock as she trailed her fingernails down the sides of my prick.

“Maybe I should do this for Matt,” she teased, “that would…”

A thick rope that shot across her cheek stopped her. Another spurt disappeared into her cleavage. “…that would save us some money,” she said, completing her thought.

“Are you s…s…serious?” I stammered.

She laughed. “Jesus, of course not.”

“Oh.” She took my hand. “Come on, big boy. You owe me one.”

I didn’t object as she led me to the bedroom, stripped off her skin-tight jeans, climbed on top of me, and ground her pretty, hot snatch into my face until mine was as glazed as hers.

Despite my bravado, I was nervous as a cat the night of the party. Part of it was that I had $50k in my suit pockets, in two 1.5-inch-thick stacks. The other was that I had to admit Lee was right. I didn’t really know what I was in for.  Driving up the Burkes’ circular driveway to their Tudor-style mansion I was torn. I wanted the mansion, the private jet, the island rentals, the feeling of having made it. Still, I knew I’d never really be satisfied by that. There’d always be a bigger house, a faster jet, and it was my personality to always lust after that. The one part of my life I didn’t want to improve on was Lee. So there were times when I just wanted to be a beach bum, walking along the surf with Lee in a bikini, retiring to a little shack to make love in the moonlight. We parked and I blew out a deep breath. I glanced over at my wife. She gave me a smirk.

“You having second thoughts?”

Was I? “No.” I replied.

“So, we’re all in?” she asked.

“All in.”

She chuckled.

“What?” I asked. Lee shook her head.

“Men are strange. You always want what you don’t have. You never think of what you might lose in the process.”

“It’s what builds civilization.”

“And what plunges us into wars.”

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “gotta get me some money!”

“Idiot,” she teased as she reached over and opened her door.

I scooted around to meet her and took her hand as we walked to the house. The house had double front doors, heavy wood, conveying the impression of the entrance to a medieval keep. I grasped the brass lion’s head, which I assumed was at least partially ironic.

“I’ve always liked heavy knockers,” I noted as dropped the weight against the door, making a booming crash. Lee at the same time reached over and pressed on the lighted doorbell, which rang with the bass sound of a church bell.

“I’ve always preferred a big dong,” she said.

Matt opened the door to find us giggling like idiots. In slacks and a blazer, rosy cheeks, and grey mustache he looked a bit like a yacht skipper.

“You two are in a good mood,” he said. I managed to compose myself as we shook hands, but Lee was still biting her lip to stop laughing as he gave her a hug.

“Lee, lovely as always.” He stepped back to allow us in. The foyer was a two-story affair, with a curving staircase flanked by a lovely, oiled mahogany handrail, and an ornate wrought-iron chandelier. To the left was his study, richly appointed in hardwood and leather, floor-to-ceiling bookcases alternating with bold, swirling artwork. To the right, a formal dining room, set for ten. Ahead a great room, white sofas around a two-story fireplace, and a view onto an elegant, lighted garden, a gleaming pool shimmering invitingly beyond. I glanced at Lee, taking it all in. She’d been around money plenty in her life, but I think this was the first time she really put herself into the middle of it.

Mindy Burke appeared, slender and birdlike, blond and perfectly put together, in a black dress with silver-threaded, geometric patterns, matching filigree earrings and bracelets. Her blue eyes were bright, lively, and amused. She took Lee’s hands in hers and looked my wife up and down. “What a beautiful dress,” Mindy enthused. “I’m glad someone noticed,” Lee replied. I blushed. “I noticed,” I grumbled. Though I hadn’t. Not really. I was too focused on the game and the partnership. But anyway, I noticed now. A red wrap, generous cleavage, the fabric crossing over waist, exaggerating her already exaggerated curves. Gold, open-toed, spiked heels, matching the pendant that dropped down between her partially visible breasts. “They take us for granted, don’t they?” Mindy said. “When we are the most valuable thing they have.”

I thought Lee might take offense at the suggestion that she was a mere possession, but instead she laughed. “Ain’t that the truth,” she replied sagely, giving me a quick wink to let me know she was in on the joke.

Mindy released one hand but held onto the other. “Come on, Sweetie. Let’s go say hi to the others.” She led my wife off toward the kitchen and the sound of laughter. I caught a glimpse of Asuna holding a tray of shots. “You’ll need this,” she mouthed to my wife.

I turned to look at Matt, who was already heading toward his study. I followed. Tom Branch greeted me first. Salt and pepper hair, solidly built, he was comfortable in his $3k tailored suit and elegant Breitling watch.   Mark Donnelly was next. Tall, slender, with a bit of an tiny face, and a prominent Adam’s Apple, he looked a bit like the undertaker from an old western, though I knew he was extremely smart with a wicked sense of humor. Terry Trimble nodded from the bar. Only a few years older than me, I’d always felt a bit of a rivalry with him despite his laid-back, sandy haired, California surfer vibe. He gestured a bottle of scotch in my direction. I nodded and he gave me a generous pour.

I’d never really felt awkward around these guys, but tonight it felt like they were particularly appraising me … which they were, of course. That was the point of the evening, I guess. So maybe it was just my nerves.

Our conversation felt stiff. Sports and weather, and then Tom bragging about his new Ferrari. Yawn. And all the worse for the fact that the girls were having a grand old time. Clinking glasses and giggles echoed from across the foyer.

After a particularly loud exclamation, I noted, “Our wives seem to be having fun.”

Tom smirked. “They always do.”

Knowing grins from the others that almost provoked a question from me, but I refrained when I heard heels walking across the foyer. Tracy Branch poked her head into study. Big, blue eyes, porcelain skin, a bob of nearly black hair, a killer smile, tight blue dress, a bare shoulder, and a gold choker.

I like to pretend I’m above it all, but dinner was a blur. There was a lot of wine, interesting stories. Lee and I were the center of attention. They had us relate how we met — we cleaned that up, though I saw the knowing glances. The women were surprisingly flirty, nibbling on fingernails, leaning forward to display cleavage. Not at all a stodgy dinner with the boss.

But obviously, this was all foreplay for the big event. The card table was set up in the family room, and as we progressed through our meal, I felt more and more under a microscope. Finally it was time.

Tom, Mark and Terry rose from the table and headed toward the bar in the family room. I started to follow when I felt Matt’s hand on my arm.

“Hold back a sec,” he said.

I suppressed a smirk. I knew he was going to offer me one last out, and I wanted to convey that I was entering into this with all due seriousness and consideration. I turned to face him.

“So, we should talk about stakes,” he said.

I nodded. “I’m ready,” I said, patting the stacks of bills in my pocket.

He grinned. “Right, there is the issue of the money. But I know you’re good for that. What I meant is that, well, in our little game, that’s just the unit of accounting. What we really play for is, well, shall we say, much more personal.”

I narrowed my eyes, and suddenly the banter of the evening took on a new meaning. I thought of the shot they’d offered Lee. You’ll need this now sounded more suggestive. Some sort strip poker involving the wives?

I nodded toward the women. “They’re involved?”

“Intimately.”

“And Lee knows?”

He glanced over. “I think they’re telling her now.”

I looked over and my wife was smirking at me as Mindy filled her in. Her lips were pursed in that universal, I told you so expression.

I turned back toward Matt. “So, what, if I lose, she has to strip or something.”

He chuckled. “Well, yes, stripping is involved. But the real stake is more … intimate.” He paused to let that sink in.

“You mean …. “

He grinned at my inability to complete the thought.

I managed to get out another fragment of thought, “And all of the other wives … ?”

He nodded. “Let’s just say I know all of them … Biblicaly.”

I looked back over at my wife, now surrounded by all of the others. Mindy with her trim body and knowing smirk, Tracy and her big eyes, Asuna with her tits bursting out of her dress, and Jenna freckled and resting her long, red fingernail on my wife’s shoulder. Had Matt really fucked them all? In a strange way, that seemed like an even better prize than the partner bonuses.

“I can’t commit Lee to that.”

The corners of his mouth ticked upward and I recognized my telling admission.  I’d just admitted I was game if she was. That, in other words, I’d be willing for Lee to have sex with them if that was the price of admission. I can’t claim to be the most self-reflective person in the world. But every once in a while, I have something like an out of body experience, where in parallel to whatever I’m doing, I’m also assessing it. It occurred to me that this was the moment when any decent person would stride over, grab his wife by the hand, and walk away. And I also knew that I would not be doing that. That I wouldn’t be able to back away from the implicit dare. That my own lusts — for pride, money, and even the thought of seeing Lee with another man — would keep me locked in.   Lee was staring at Mindy, entranced, one eyebrow raised. Now hand on mouth. A giggle. Head shaking in amusement. She glanced over at me staring at her mutely. She laughed.

Tracy approached, carrying another tray of shots, flanked by the other women. Mindy spoke again. Lee laughed. The others laughed as well. And then they each grabbed a glass, clinked it, and downed the shots. “Looks like she’s in,” Matt noted. “Are you?” He was watching me. From the corner of my eye, I noticed they all were. I threw my shoulders back, plastered a smile on my face. “Of course.”

CHAPTER FIVE: The Game

I forced myself to breathe slowly. It was hard. My mind was spinning. In truth, I wasn’t that surprised at the turn of events. I’d noticed Matt and the others checking out Lee at various times. And it now occurred to me that adding Lee to the family was as interesting to them as I was, probably more so. No time to think about that now. I had to focus on the game. There’s a mark at every table, and if you can’t recognize who it is, you’re it. Someone used a version of that line back in the 1980s, and we’ve all been using it nonstop since. In any case I thought,  I’m a pretty good poker player.

We sat down at the table, with the girls all the way at the other side of the great room clustered around the bar. Matt, Tom, Mark, and Terry were making light banter, but I could see them distractedly peeking at the wives… well, mostly at my wife. She was the fresh meat, and I could tell they all wanted her. And that was my advantage. While I wouldn’t mind sliding my cock into Asuna or locking eyes with Tracy while she sucked on my crank or levering Jenna’s long, pale legs over my shoulders…. While I wouldn’t mind any of that, I knew they wouldn’t hold a candle to Lee and I felt the most turned on by the thought of Lee being taken by one, or even all the guys, but tonight was about escaping with my dignity and wife intact.

Poker is ninety percent about patience, and judging by the way my colleagues were leering at Lee, I was pretty sure I had more patience in tank. Sure enough as the game started, the guys were playing loose and aggressive. Just this side of stupid, but approaching the line. Tom opened big on a low pocket pair. Matt stayed in on one hand with a suited jack-ten despite a poor flop. Nothing crazy, but the kind of stuff that over time will kill you. After another fold on my part, Terry taunted me, “What’s the matter Doug, not used to high stakes?” I chuckled and then got a lucky bit of timing. On the next hand I got pocket kings. I bet aggressively, and noticed Mark smirk at Terry thinking his taunt had worked. Mark raised. King-ten-six on the flop. Winner, but needed to keep Mark in it. I checked. He raised big, bigger than I expected. $5k big. In addition to my king, there was a second diamond in the flop. He either had trips with the ten, which I could beat, or he was pulling toward a flush or a straight. Either way, the odds were big in my favor. I called. Another ten. Ouch. Possible four of a kind. I needed to test him. I bet another $5k. He hesitated.

I knew I had him, but he couldn’t walk away from his possible flush. He called. Last card. Three of clubs. He checked. I raised. He folded. Bam. I glanced at my pile of chips. I was up to over $70k, and Mark was down around $30k. It was still early, but not too early to begin wondering what Asuna’s nips might look like. Do Japanese girls have big areolas normally? Never really been interested in orientals, but if I win, I figured, what the heck.  Maybe Lee could join me enjoying the spoils of my conquering.  She liked women, so if the “rules” allowed, why not!

I was a little too hyped up. I stayed in until the flop on an unsuited jack-ten and almost did the same with a pair of fours. I poured myself another scotch and took a deep breath. While I’d been kicking myself for playing too loose, I hadn’t really noticed how the last hands had turned out. I looked at the chip piles. Mark was still a little light, and I was a bit up, but everyone else seemed about even. Another few hands, and I caught a break on a flop. I’d only stayed in because I was big blind and with low raises, I decided to play a suited ten-nine, and picked up the straight right away. This time, Tom took a run at me. I worked the pot up and he folded before the river, letting me pick up another few thousand at his expense. But then he won the next two hands without having to show any cards, and again, we were all close to even. It was a pattern. Any time I got a good hand, I had to fight for the pot. I was being careful, playing tight, and winning more than my share. But whoever I beat would get replenished on cheap hands almost immediately, while I never picked up anything easily. It occurred to me that I wasn’t playing against four other individuals. It was, instead, four against one. I made eye contact with Matt. He knew I’d figured it out. He gave me a smile. “Everything okay?” he asked. I chuckled. “Never better.”

“Poker’s a real test of a man’s character,” he said.

I took a swig of scotch. Lee’s laughter trilled from across the room. And that was it. As long as they were out for blood with me, but playing nice with each other, I was doomed. So what was the real agenda? I knew what was up. They knew I knew what was up. Was that the test? Was I supposed call them out on a rigged game and walk away? Or was I supposed to keep my cool, stay in the game, and graciously accept it when I lost and when one of my colleagues claimed my wife as his prize?

And what was with Lee agreeing to this? We wouldn’t be in this mess if she …. I stopped myself. Lee had offered me many outs. And I’d made clear that I was “all in.” And now, she was just being a partner, sacrificing for my ambitions. Except, that wasn’t Lee. She wouldn’t do something she didn’t want to do. Her laughter cut through the air again. Taunting? Everything felt taunting at that moment.

Her laugh. The clatter of the chips. The sound of Matt pouring another round of drinks.

I forced myself to smile. “To character!” I said, raising my glass.

We toasted.

The nature of the game remained unspoken, but I slowly decoded things. Their bets acted like bridge bids, communicating intent. I found I could figure out which one was going after me on any given hand before the betting was even complete. And their re-balancing after loses became more overt.

My pile slowly diminished. I started playing more aggressively. Even if I dragged things out, I’d end up with the fewest chips on the table. It created some opening. I suckered Matt into a big pot when I built a full house out of pocket fives, and I trapped Terry on a hand where I drew a flush on the river. But the victories just delayed the inevitable.

When I got down below $15k, Terry whistled softly. “Looks like someone’s going home alone.”

“I bet you’ve gone home alone a few times yourself,” I replied.

The others laughed in confirmation.

“Not tonight, though,” he said.

“Well, maybe if you win, I’ll ask Jenna to keep me company.”

“That’s not how it works,” he replied.

“Rules are made to be broken,” I noted.

Our conversation seemed to attract the women, who approached the table as a giggling group, my wife in the center, smiling, cheeks shiny with drink.

“Have we figured out who gets to initiate Lee to the club?” Mindy asked.

I glanced from pile to pile, Matt was definitely in the lead, up probably $50k, most of that mine, but also a bit from each of the others.

“I think I may be ahead for now,” he noted.

Mindy laughed. “Oh, I’m so surprised. What are the odds?”

He put his palms out to the side. “What can I say, lady luck is on my side.”

Luck my ass. At this point, I’d have been happier to be betting on a coin toss. Light bulb. I couldn’t un-skew the game, but I could upgrade my odds.

Lee snorted. “So what happens now?”

I could hear that she’d had just enough liquor to at the point of anything goes.  I wondered if she’d got there intentionally.

“We’re not done yet,” I said.

“You’re short stacked, Son,” Matt replied.

“It’s not over until I’m busted.”

“Sometimes it’s best to cut your losses,” he noted.

“If you want to end it sooner, make me an offer,” I replied.

He laughed. “Like what? Double or nothing? I don’t want any more of your money, but … ” he gazed at Lee.

She fanned herself dramatically. “Why do I suddenly feel on display?”

Matt continued, “Truth is, I’ve been wondering to myself how I could possibly explore everything there is … on display … in just one night.”

“Well,” I said, glancing over at my wife, “if Lee is game, how about we play one more hand, one on one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What are the stakes?”

“A second night if you win.”

“And if I lose?”

“Then Lee and I leave together.”

He chuckled. “You’re going to need to sweeten the offer.”

“What do you want?”

He stroked his chin. “What do I want? Well, now, how about this. She spends the rest of the weekend … and you have to watch for as long as I tell you to.”

The men chuckled. The women giggled.   I got immediately hard.

“Kinky,” Mindy said. “Does Doug get to join in?”

Matt laughed. “Um, no. That’s not the sort of threesome that interests me.” I caught him shoot a glance at Tracy, who blushed a deep red.

Mindy trailed a fingernail over my wife’s forearm. “What do you think, Sweetie? If your husband loses, he has to watch you make love to another man.”

Lee’s eyes sparkled mischievous. She knew it was a fantasy I’d been talking about for years.  “It would serve him right. Sure, why not?”

“Why not indeed?” Matt replied. He nodded at Tom. “You want to deal ’em?”

No skill of course. Pure luck. A game of chance. But better odds than four against one.

I cut and Tom dealt. I got a queen-nine, diamonds. Not a good hand, but not the worst either.

Matt looked at his cards and flipped them up. “We’re all in, aren’t we?”

A pair of eights. Clubs and spades. I worked the odds in my head. Super close. He probably had the better hand by a hair. Tom took his time, working the suspense. And when he dealt the flop, he turned the cards over slowly, one at a time.

Eight of diamonds.

Matt grinned.

Tom did play-by-play. “Three of a kind. But flush still in play.”

Four of diamonds

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was still holding. I was still behind, but still alive.

“Three cards to pull a flush,” Tom noted.

Matt intertwined his fingers, trying just a little too hard to seem confident. Lee was staring at the table, her chest heaving as her breath quickened and her heart raced. I wondered if she was more excited about the prospect of me winning or losing.

Tom flipped over the next card. Queen of clubs.

I sucked in through my teeth. It added a three of a kind to my potential winning hands, but got me no closer to the flush I really wanted.

“Getting down to crush time,” Tom said.

“Just deal,” Matt snapped.

I chuckled. “Pressure getting to you boss?”

He shook his head. “Never.” But it was. And even if I lost, I knew I’d made him sweat. Not that it would make much difference when he was fucking my wife, but ….

Tom flipped over the next card. I caught a glimpse of red, and felt my heart jump into my throat.

“Nine of hearts,” Tom announced.

I felt my shoulders slump. Two fucking pair and 80% of a flush. I could win with a nine, a queen, or a diamond. Thirteen winning cards out of 44 remaining the deck. A little less than one in three odds.

Tom dragged it out. His hands moved glacially. He pulled a card off the top of the pile and slid it face down into place. “Anyone want to place side bets?”

“Just flip the card over,” Matt snapped.

I don’t know why, it all suddenly hit me at that moment. It was Matt’s tone. He was taking this very seriously. Up until now, I think that in the back of my mind, I was sort of thinking this was all a test.

A game of some sort. That in the end, win or lose, all that was at stake was money. It was also Lee who had me confused. She wasn’t freaked out by any of this. I looked over at her, and she was suddenly pale, lips slightly parted, holding her breath. It had gotten real for her as well.

My mind flooded with rapid-fire images of my wife, naked with those perfect breasts on display, on her knees servicing another man’s cock, legs spread wide ….

Wait! It was on the tip of my tongue.

Tom flicked his wrist. It all happened in slow motion. The card twirled just above the table. I caught a flash of red. The card landed ….

Matt drummed the table happily. Lee gasped. I groaned. Five of … hearts.

CHAPTER SIX: Paying the Piper

The next few moments were a haze. Somehow I found myself side-by-side with Lee hosting a quasi-receiving line. The men, other than Matt, were lined up facing me, the women facing Lee. Tom, Mark, and Terry each gave me some form of firm handshake, clap on the shoulder, and a vague platitude: “Better luck next time,” “Chin up,” “That’s the way the cookie crumbles.” Though for all the them, their comments to me were muttered distractedly, their gaze inevitably drawn in the direction of my beautiful, and soon to-be-fucked spouse.

The women were more cheery, amused, as they spoke to my wife. “Have fun, Sweetie,” “Give him something to remember.” Mindy was last, and she gripped Lee’s hands tightly in hers. “You’re going to have a great time. Matt’s creative, and he’ll definitely bring out his A game with you.”

Then she was gone. And it was just me, Lee, and Matt, alone in their spectacular great room. His composure had returned. He was smiling confidently.

“What happens now?” I asked.

Though responding to me, he actually spoke to my wife instead. “I’m going to want to see those glorious breasts.” His voice was soft, melodious. Matt Burke as seducer rather than businessman.

I expected her at least to look back over at me, but in a moment I felt like I had faded into the background. Although I was right there, she seemed unable to look away from him. She blushed.

“They are glorious, aren’t they?” He asked.

Her lips curled into a coquettish smile. She gave him a quick nod.

“Show me.”

She giggled and she glanced up at the ceiling. How did I get here? she was surely thinking. She lowered her eyes and their gaze met and locked. She reached into her dress and gracefully released and fished out her strapless bra. I wondered why she’d done it like that, but then I watched as she slowly peeled her dress off her shoulders. Every inch exposed more of her gorgeous flesh. The slope of her shoulders, a deeper peek of cleavage, swell of her breasts. Matt was entranced, which was, of course, the point. I shuddered. Lee knew how best to use her body to drive a man crazy, so that wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise was that she was doing it for Matt.

She eased down the top of her dress, hands sliding over the curve of her rib-cage, baring the sides of her boob. The fabric draped over her palms, which she kept modestly over her areolas.

She smiled. “Want to see more?”

“Yes,” Matt replied hoarsely.

Lee hesitated a moment. I thought she might make him beg. And I knew he would if she did. But having demonstrated her power, she instead returned it to him. Eyes locked, she lowered her hands, giving him what he wanted. He struggled to keep his eyes on hers, but quickly wavered.

“Oh God, they’re beautiful,” he sighed.

And they were. Especially seeing them through another man’s eyes for the first time. Perfect breasts that hung just right and would sway as she moved. Pale pink areolas and perfect, little, raspberry nipples.

He reached out. She cupped her hands over his, but didn’t stop him as he cradled her heavy breasts, his thumbs slowly circled her firm nubs.

She giggled. “That tickles.”

He slid a hand up the valley of her cleavage, over her throat, her chin. He traced her full lips with his thumb.

“Do you like sucking cock?” Matt asked.

Lee went silent. Her eyes dropped to the floor and then slowly returned to his. Peering at him through her lashes, she breathed, “Yes.”

I felt a chill and shivered visibly, and Lee giggled again.

“I think the idea turns Doug on,” Matt noted.

I shook my head, but couldn’t speak. Even though he mentioned me, neither of them broke eye contact with each other as he teased a nipple with one thumb and pressed down on her lower lip with the other, her tongue flicking out to taste it. Their intensity left me feeling suddenly adrift.

“It’s okay,” Matt continued. “Mark’s another one. I think sometimes he even loses on purpose, just so Asuna can be with another man. Even I. .. ” He paused as he pressed his thumb into my wife’s willing mouth. “Never mind.”

“I want you on your knees,” he said.

His hand slid up from her breast and rested on her shoulder. He didn’t so much push her down as guide her as she followed his command. She looked up at him, an errant strand of blond hair draped sexily across her cheek. He smiled at her submissiveness.

He nodded, and she obeyed his wordless suggestion by reaching out for his pants. She stroked him through the fabric with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other. He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. She buttoned and unzipped him, and with experienced precision pulled out his long, thick cock. Lee’s impressed expression made it obvious he was much bigger than me, though he was too much of a gentleman to comment on it.

“Normally, I like to get hard in a woman’s mouth, but you’re too ravishing to exercise that kind of control.”

She stroked his girth up and down in a way that somehow made it clear that she was already thinking about how good it would feel inside her. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“Show me what you can do,” he suggested when he was done.

Lee smiled lewdly. She pressed his prick up against his belly, and then slowly licked upward from his balls, along the underside of his shaft, all the way to the head. She released his cock, and as it fell forward, she gracefully took it into her mouth, inch by inch, until she’d swallowed that entire big tool.

He laughed. “That’s my boy, Doug. I knew you were too practical to just marry a looker who didn’t also have the skills.”

“She sure does” I weakly replied.  I felt strangely proud that my wife met his standards. And then I blushed furiously as the embarrassment to my response hit me. Luckily, Matt was too distracted to notice since Lee was now slowly bobbing up and down on his cock, hands on his balls, her tongue swirling around his prick, the only sounds in the room those of her wetly making love to his erection. After a few minutes, she switched it up, suckling his balls as her hands pumped his wet shaft.

Matt moaned softly.

She looked up at him. “Go ahead and come. It’ll make the fucking better,” she cooed.

I sucked in a breath.

He groaned excitedly, his hands moving to the back of her head as he again pushed his prick against her lips. She took the head into her mouth, tongue swirling, and continued to aggressively pump his shaft with her hands. I knew he wouldn’t last long. He gasped and shuddered, and my wife stroked him even faster as she milked his load into her mouth. She drew back slightly, showing him the pool of jism on her tongue. Then with a wicked smile, she closed her mouth and swallowed it all like a porn star would.  Always putting on a show I thought.

He laughed. “Goddamn. After that, I think we all need a drink.” When I didn’t move, he added, “Doug … that’s you.”

I nodded mutely, embarrassed by the wet spot from my pre-cum that had bled through my pants and made my way over to the bar. He called for a scotch and Lee requested a glass of champagne. He kicked off his shoes and pants, and slipped out of his shirt. He adjusted his boxers and helped Lee to her feet. He led her to the sofa and positioned her, half naked in front of him, her dress bunched at her waist and breasts still  uncovered.

He reached forward and stroked the inside of her knee with the back of his hand. She shivered as he then ran a fingertip up her inner thigh. His hand disappeared beneath her dress and a moment later she let out a small sigh.

“Sucking me has made you wet,” he said.

“of course” she replied.

“This one is definitely a keeper,” he noted to me as I handed him his drink.

“I know,” I said. Lee and I locked eyes for a moment. I handed her the champagne.

“Ah, isn’t that sweet,” he said.

He took a sip of his scotch and then set down his glass on the table beside him. Returning his attention to my wife, he slid both hands beneath her dress. She giggled and shimmied slightly as he began to edge down her sheer, black thong. She daintily stepped out of her panties. His hands went back up under her dress.

“Shaved.”

“mostly” she said.

“Now the dress,” he said.

She smiled and waited a half beat before releasing her grip on the shimmering, red wrap. It slipped over her hips and pooled at her feet. He let out a low, impressed whistle. I had to agree. Naked, in just heels, she was a vision.

“That is a beautiful pussy,” he said as he took in her narrow glistening slit. Just a hint of pink and slightly swollen, it begged for attention.

He licked his thumb and slipped it between her lips.

“Ooh, ohh.” She moaned and swayed as his thumb disappeared inside her.

“Even nicer inside,” he said. “Hot and wet.”

He slowly probed her in and out. His thumb traced her labia, opening her up like a flower. She took a sip of champagne, but nearly spit it out as he found her clit. He slipped his thumb back inside her, eliciting another soft whimper.

“So what do you think, Doug? Is it worth it? Is becoming a partner worth letting me have my way with your wife?”

“Maybe I like sharing her.”

He laughed. “Is that it?” His thumb slid back up to her clit. She gasped and her hips began to sway involuntarily. He caught her eye. “Are you guys swingers?”

She chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re both talking about. I’m as pure as the driven snow. You’re only the second man to ever see me au naturel.”

That got laughs out of Matt and me, and even more when Lee scowled in faux outrage. But it worked and distracted Matt from his line of questioning.

“Okay, Snow White, then how about you show me your ass?”

She drained her glass and handed it to me. Then rocking her hips to an imaginary beat, she slowly wheeled around, shaking her sexy ass at Matt. I always wanted Lee to be more of an exhibitionist.  In private she was more free and it was one of the things that made sex with her so amazing. She knew she had a great body. Knew how much men enjoyed it, even if she denied it. And so, while making love, she was always good about working the visuals. That killer eye contact. That back-arched shimmy that set her tits in motion. So I knew what was coming next.

Peering back over her shoulder, she locked eyes with Matt. She licked her fingertip, and then slowly reached back and cupped her ass for him as if placing it on offer. She arched her back further, spreading her cheeks, and used her slickened finger to circle her hot wet pussy.

“What do you think?” she cooed.

Matt was gaping, open mouthed. I chuckled at how easily she’d rendered him momentarily speechless.

She rocked back and forth, ass gyrating seductively. She dipped her head forward and then flung it back, sending her blond hair flying. She looked more like a stripper giving a table dance than the wife, mother and business woman she was. Though, then again, that was precisely what made her addictive. She was as smart as anyone I knew and also a sex kitten when she wanted to be.

Matt stood, his cock tenting his shorts. Sexy as Mindy still was, I suspected this was the fastest he’d gotten hard again in years. He stepped in close, his hands on my wife’s swiveling hips. She thrust her ass back against his crotch, grinding against him. He slipped a hand between her legs. She rolled her head and moaned as he fingered her wetness. He placed his other hand on her lower back, and guided her down, until she was on her hands and knees and he was behind her.

He yanked down his boxers. His cock looked even bigger than before, dark red now, the head purplish. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and fed them to her. She slurped at her own taste, making him gasp at her eagerness. With his other hand, he began sliding his cock-head between her pussy lips.

She moaned again. “Oh God, you gonna fuck me with that big thing?”

He tore his eyes away from her thrusting ass and glanced up at the ceiling to calm himself. He turned toward me.

“What do you think, Doug, should I fuck your hot wife?”

“Yes,” Lee hissed.

I looked at her, and she flicked her tongue out at me. She definitely wanted his cock, but she was also messing with me at the same time.

“She seems to want it,” he said.

“Yes!” she exclaimed again.

He wanted to hear it from me, but I knew I didn’t need to give him what he wanted. No man would be able to long resist. I smiled as placidly as possible. Lee rolled her hips in slow, relaxed circles,

her perfect ass demanding his attention. I could see the head of his prick increasingly coated with my wife’s juices. She let out a sultry moan. He couldn’t resist any longer. He thrust forward, and his cock-head

slipped inside her. With an excited yelp, she lunged backward, completing her capture of his cock.

“Oh God, you’re so big,” she squealed, and I wasn’t sure if she did it more for me or for him.

Now that he was inside her, he seemed to lose interest in me. It was understandable. She was rocking back and forth sensuously, fucking him with her tight, wet pussy. She arched her back and peered back at him, lifted a heavy tit to her own mouth and licked own her nipple. He grunted.

He mauled her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, relishing the sight of her pussy clinging to his cock. He licked his fingertip and slipped it into her butt.

She moaned. “Oh God, he’s fingering my ass.”

“Do you like it in the ass?” he asked.

“I didn’t think so.” She managed to squeak out.

Which was true. She and I had discussed it, and I’ve never understood the attraction of fucking a butt-hole when a hot and wet vagina was available.

“Well, then we’ll have to see about that.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” she sighed. “You feel so good.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pounded into her pussy hard and fast. She gasped and squealed. He stopped suddenly and looked up at me.

“You can go.”

I tilted my head. He gestured toward the front door.

CHAPTER SEVEN: Explanations

Shaken from my abrupt dismissal, I wandered toward the front door. All the while, I could hear my boss and my wife going at it. I could still hear the slapping of flesh on flesh as he continued fucking her hard, and now that I was out of sight, it seemed to liberate Lee to be more vocal. Her grunts and cries of pleasure made clear both her enjoyment and her apparently determination to give him the fuck of his life. I entered the foyer in something of a daze.

“Seems like she’s having fun.”

I was startled as Mindy stepped out from the shadows beneath the staircase.

“Of course, so is he,” she continued, getting closer, until she was almost pressed up against me. “But I don’t think that’s much of a surprise, is it?”

I nodded.

She chuckled. “Odd seeing your woman with another man, isn’t it?” She paused. “Does it turn you on?” she asked as her hand snaked quickly down the front of my pants.

I squeaked as she seized my cock.

“I can see it does” Mindy said as she continued to fondle me.

“Do you like it?” I asked hoarsely.

“Well, there are some advantages. Relieves a bit of the pressure to do certain things.”

I shuddered as I thought about Lee swallowing Matt’s come, about his finger sliding into her butt and the possibility that he’d soon be working his big cock into my wife’s ass.

Having rendered me speechless again, Mindy said, “You know, you never had a chance, right?”

“I did,” I protested. “I did at the end.”

She nodded. “True. That was clever. But, of course, Matt would still have found a way to have her. That’s part of the deal. The others too. That’s also part of the deal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on, Doug. You get the picture. Next time around, it’ll be Tommy who miraculously wins all the big pots. Then Mark. Then Terry. And each time, sweet little Lee will be showing off those lovely tits and demonstrating her sword swallowing skills.”

She was trying to sound nonchalant, but her smile was tight and her tone a bit saccharine in its artificiality. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, other than that this was complicated for her as well.

“You were watching?”

She gave my prick a firm squeeze.

“Of course. I need to make sure my man’s well taken care of. Not that I was much worried. Lee’s reaction when I told her the deal was exactly the right mix of shock and interest to guarantee she’d be an enthusiastic participant.”

“What did you tell her?”

Mindy smirked and her hand began slowly pumping my aching shaft up and down.

“I told her that to join the BBDT family, she’d have to participate in the original sin of the partnership.”

“I don’t–“

Lee’s long, low moan drifted in from the other room, cutting me off, drawing away my attention.

“Understand?” Mindy said, completing my thought. “Well, it was a long time ago.”

I returned my gaze to her. Her expression had softened, a bit of a flush in her cheeks. I wondered what had brought about the change. Was it excitement as she thought about what her husband was doing to my wife? Was it connected to the fact she knew I was over stimulated by seeing Lee being taken by her husband, and she had me in her hand about to blow? Was it due to contemplating the past?

“You know how BBDT was formed, right?”

“Matt and Tom started it–“

“Matt and Tommy were broke. Tommy’s daddy had the money.”

I nodded. That much I knew.

“Matt and Tommy wanted the money,” she continued. “And Tom Sr. wanted … me.”

“You …. “

“Matt wasn’t eager, but he was ambitious, like all of you idiots.”

“And you?”

“I was hurt that Matt even suggested it. And I thought maybe I’d teach him a lesson. But also Tom Sr. was handsome and powerful. I was 25 and naive.”

I snorted.

She dug her nails into my shaft. I yelped. She smiled sweetly and resumed her gentle tugs on my rod.

“No, but I was. I thought I knew what I was getting into. Some awkward fumbling. A few minutes of humping underneath the covers. Then I’d come home to Matt and rub it in his face.”

“But you liked it,” I said.

“Ultimately,” she acknowledged. “But at first, I was more in shock. I’d never had a man make me get naked in front of him. I’d never let a man finish in my mouth. I’d never even dreamed of anal.”

I knew she was reminding me also of what her husband was doing to my wife. I thought of Lee’s long moan.

I was breathing harder, staring into Mindy’s sparkling blue eyes. She was twenty years older than me, but oh-so-fuckable. And with the sounds of Lee and Matt in my ears.

“Was it more than just one time?” I asked.

“Well, that’s one way things are different now. Matt gets Lee for a weekend. I was Tom’s whore for months. Matt and Tommy were so busy with their new firm, I’m not even sure Matt would have noticed except that Tom Sr. insisted I tell him about it. About each and every dirty little thing.”

The combination of her hand and her story was almost too much. I pictured her 40 years ago, a hot little number, innocent, wide-eyed servicing an older man. Did he dress her up? Tie her down? Make her lez out? I moaned.

She dug her nails into my cock again. I whined. She quickly withdrew her hand from my pants and took a step back. I moved in toward her, but she pushed her hand into my chest and shook her head.

“Goodnight Doug,” she purred sweetly. She sashayed up the stairs. “And try not to obsess too much about what Matt is doing to sweet, accommodating, little Lee. We don’t want you going all Toby Daniels.”

In the now silent foyer, I could hear my wife’s moans and groans. I felt a tug, almost like that of gravity, pulling me back toward the great room so I could see what he was doing to her. But I knew that wasn’t part of the deal.  If only, I so wanted to be seeing more, seeing Lee surrendering completely, hearing her whimper and beg as he fucked her over and over and over. .. seeing that would make me completely crazy.  I spun on my heels and before my conviction could wane, I strode outside.

The air was startlingly fresh. I realized I was soaked through with sweat and my heart was racing a million miles an hour. Fucking crazy people. Was I really one of them?

CHAPTER EIGHT: Aftermath

The minute I began my drive home, it occurred to me that part of the devilish fun of this for Matt and Mindy and probably the rest of the BBDT team was the thought of me tormenting myself as I wondered what Matt and Lee were doing … at … that … very … moment. Because that is pretty much what I did non-stop for the next two days.  There is no way to get it out of your head. I could totally see how it would become addictive.  Every time I thought of her with him there was this constant pinprick, the equivalent of another hit of crack the minute the last one wore off.

A lot of questioning. Why had I allowed this happen? Did I secretly want it? As much as I had told Lee I wanted to see her with another man, men, men and women, I always made sure she knew it was something for us together.  This wasn’t that.
I thought about how good she was at making love, having sex, and fucking.   Either she was a prodigy or … someone … had given her a very thorough education. Which, you know, God bless, but how many times had I thought about it?

I’ve been around the block a few times. Here’s the truth: most women don’t know shit about pleasing a man. Now, for the most part, that’s okay. Even bad sex is good sex. But how many girls really know how to work a cock? Watching her suck on Matt’s balls while stroking his shaft reminded me of her rare skills. The way she backed her ass up and swallowed his cock into her pussy was stunning. She fucked men more than they fucked her. I knew that I should be feeling more protective of her. In theory, she was a sweet, powerless woman at the mercy of an older, powerful man.   And yet, that didn’t compute.

Matt might be fucking her, but Lee surely owned him. As she did me, regardless of my illusions.

That forced me to confront the other issue. Why had Lee gone along? Did she want something I couldn’t deliver? Matt had a big cock. He was an older dude. Rich, with power over our lives. Yet … I didn’t think he was a real competitor. She was just messing with me. Playing with him. Why did I think that? Nothing other than my own arrogance. Well, that and the fact that she’d so effectively short-circuited his attempts to humiliate me. Even as she was teasing Matt, she was protecting me. She was mine no matter what.  Maybe she just knew this would give me what I’ve fantasized about and the promotion I’ve been obsessing about at the same time?

That’s what kept me sane for those two days, even as my mind was filled with every possible lurid, porn-inspired vision my imagination could conjure. There was no point trying to talk myself down. In addition to being a great lay, when she’s sexually free, Lee is a showoff about being a great lay. So I knew that she was doing all those thing I dreamed up and feared: her tongue exploring everywhere on his body, riding him with well considered precision to allow him to most enjoy her bouncing tits and the sight of her pussy sliding up and down on his cock.

I was in the kitchen when she returned. It was Sunday, late afternoon, the sunlight cooling, and the house slipping into shadows. I heard the front door open, and was frozen. She sought me out. She was in her red dress, heels dangling at her side. She gave me a crooked smile.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” I replied.

She didn’t speak. I jumped into the oppressive silence. “You’ve been wearing that the whole time?”

She smirked. “I haven’t been wearing much of anything, actually.”

I groaned.

She approached me, a luscious sway in her hips, her hand across her belly. She continued, “Matt quite insisted I be naked the whole time … and available.”

I groaned again. She laughed. She had me in the palm of her hand and she knew it.

“For an older guy, he’s got an impressive libido,” she twisted in the knife.

“Cialis,” I snarked.

“Probably,” she admitted, “but it didn’t stop him from coming at least a dozen times.”

“Lee …. “

“In my mouth. On my face. On my tits. In my pussy. On my ass … ” she paused. ” .. .in my ass.”

I groaned again.

She laughed. “Are you, um, okay?”

“Are you?” I asked.

She chuckled. “Never better, Baby.”

I stepped toward her. She softened and I took her into my arms. She smelled of honey shampoo and cucumber body wash. At least she’s found time to shower.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She laughed. “No you’re not. You just think you’re supposed to be sorry.”

“I don’t want to fight,” I replied.

“I’m not fighting. I just think we should be honest.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

I took a moment to compose my thoughts. “Mostly good. I. .. I imagined you blowing his mind. And that made me, I guess, proud.”   “also, made me cum more times than I can count”.

“Ha. That sounds about right. “

“Well, I must be doing something right if I could marry such an amazing piece of ass.” Was I that much of a narcissist? Or just meeting her expectations?

She gave me a light punch in the belly. “And me? Did you think about me?”

“I don’t worry about you. You can handle yourself. You wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t want to.”

She nodded. “True enough.”

“So why did you want to?”

She looked up at me with a grin. “Maybe I have a thing about older men?”

“Do you?”

“Maybe. And how often does one get a free pass?  And it is what you wanted… sort of.   And … I have to admit, Mindy’s whole story of the original sin was sort of hot. She’s a kinky little minx.”

“Oh?”

“Well, you don’t think she just left us alone the whole time?”

My cock stiffened in my pants. “Did you and she …. “

Lee laughed. “Oh yes. I confirmed I’m fully bisexual again.   We kissed and she played with my titties while Matt was fucking me, but she was very interested to make sure I was fully exposed to the original sin. She alternated between drill sergeant and cheerleader. ‘Fuck that ass. Slap those big tits.’ Stuff like that.   She The three of us licked and sucked, and fucked every way you could imagine.  And she insisted on helping out to make sure I was nice and smooth for him.  The way he likes it. Would you have liked to watch Mindy shaving my pussy?”

I groaned and my hands were already pawing at her dress, pulling it off her body. “I want you.”

She pushed me back. “I need to shower.”

“You just did,” I insisted.

“Yes. But then Matt insisted on accompanying me on my ride home, and of course, he insisted I ride him on the ride home. So unless you want sloppy–“

“I don’t care,” I growled.

“Kinky,” she teased.

“I doubt he had anything left anyway,” I joked. But I was wrong. Her pussy was hot, swollen, and very, very wet. She sank on my prick with a hiss.

I unbuttoned my pants and dragged Lee into the family room. We collapsed into an armchair. She was straddling me.

“You sure?” she asked more seriously now. And I knew she was again protecting me, worried about how I’d react to feeling his come inside her.

“God, I’m sore,” she sighed. “He fucked me so, so hard.”

“Oh God,” I moaned.

I sucked her sexy tit into my mouth. She grunted and rolled her hips. My cock churned in and out of her sloppy pussy. I palmed her ass and squeezed hard.

“You know this is just the beginning,” she sighed. “Tom, Mark, and Terry. They’re all going to fuck me.”

“I know.”

“You can live with that?”

“I can if you can. It is just sex. Can you live with me fucking Mindy, Tracy, Asuna, and Jenna.”

She nibbled on my neck and gasped in my ear.  “That isn’t going to happen, but I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.”

“I’m all in darling!”