"Just pass me the rest of your chips, Al. It'll make the night a lot less painful for you."
Alan chuckled at the joke as Bob swept the pot towards himself, his greedy fingers clutching at chips as if they were gold. The man was a serious competitor in all things, but especially when it came to money. He was a tough opponent; Alan rarely won these matches. Most nights, Alan gave him a good fight. Tonight, he'd played badly, but he couldn't care less. It had been a great night for games.
He was seated across the table from a woman who took his breath away, and that alone was enough to make him forget his losses. He stole another glance at Tanya, Bob's irrepressible wife, and gave her a knowing smile. She smiled back at him, her liquid eyes dancing as she ran a fingertip languidly across the moist flesh of her lower lip. Beneath the table, Tanya brazenly pressed the toes of her right foot deeper into his crotch, which, as you might imagine, was the major reason his mind had wandered a bit during the game. She lifted her eyebrows, flexed her big toe and traced the length of his swollen manhood.
If she keeps this up, he agonized, I'll cum in my pants. He eased his chair back just a bit, letting her foot fall to the floor. She pushed out her lower lip in a pout and sighed audibly, crestfallen.
"Tanya, bring me another bottle of Scotch, would you, darlin'? This one dead on the field of battle."
"I think you've had enough for one night, Bob. How about some coffee, instead?" she offered.
"Dammit, woman, if I want coffee, I'll ask for coffee. I'm on a winning streak here, and a winner always gets the best drinks the house has to offer. Alan's the one who needs coffee. He's been playing like he's half-asleep all night long."
"Some coffee would be nice, thanks." He winked at Tanya, but she was too busy shooting angry looks at her husband to notice.
"Go on, now. Alan and I have something to discuss."
She got up and stormed off towards the kitchen, the cheeks of her sculpted ass bounding inside of her black linen slacks like a Chinese acrobatic troupe. She was definitely wearing a thong, Alan mused appreciatively. Probably the red one. He'd already caught a glimpse of a red décolleté bra through a gap in her gold silk blouse. His mind ticked off a thousand scenarios for getting Bob out of the way long enough to fuck her on the kitchen floor, but nothing short of murder seemed plausible.
He pulled his folding knife from his pocket and started toying with the blade. It was tempting. Steady, boy. Steady. Bob looked up from his treasure in blissful ignorance that he was about to be gutted.
"So, Alan," he murmured, "are you getting laid?"
Alan tensed, folded the knife blade and relaxed. A new game of poker had just begun. He was nearly certain that Bob didn't suspect. The man was as subtle as a wrecking ball. If he'd had any idea that his gorgeous wife and his best friend had been getting into each other's pants, there would already have been blood in the streets. It was a dangerous game he and Tanya were playing, but the odds were in their favor. Bob was so captivated by the world of corporate law that if his heart stopped, he wouldn't notice for a week.
Tanya had been deeply hurt by her husband's neglect. She hadn't been seeking a lover, but when she needed one, Alan had been in the right place at the right time. She had an insatiable desire for love and sex, fed by anger and passion both, and Alan was only too happy to try to satisfy her.
"As a matter of fact," Alan whispered, "I hit the jackpot just the other night."
"Hot damn! You lucky bastard, you. What I wouldn't give to be single again."
"Bob, you have two wives already, the law and Tanya. You really don't have the time for girlfriends."
Bob smiled at that.
"If only you knew, buddy. Tell me about this woman of yours. What was she like?"
"Amazing. She was a like a wet dream--beautiful, hot, luscious, horny--she was incredible. The woman literally wore me out."
Bob had stopped fingering his chips and was hanging on every word.
"Shit. Did she go down on you?"
"Bob, please, you're asking me to kiss and tell?"
"Hell, yes! Throw an old married man a few crumbs, will you? Call it a voyeuristic curiousity, if you want. Give me the details, dammit! I want the juicy details!"
Alan chucked. "She went down on me twice. Deep-throated me like she was starving. I think I came three times. She came four or five."
"Shit, you're fucking putting me on, aren't you? I'm not that drunk, my friend. Tell me the truth: she deep-throated you?"
He nodded, smiling.
"Fucking damn! I've asked Tanya to go down on me, but she won't do it. Says it makes her gag." A dark cloud floated over his face.
That's strange, Alan thought, she's never showed the slightest hesitation about going down on me, Bob old friend. He feigned concern. "Well, you know how it is, some women have really sensitive gag reflexes. I'm sure Tanya finds lots of ways to make it up to you."
"Yeah, I guess. Listen. Ever since I made senior counsel, every young secretary and intern seems to be flirting with me. I'm their ticket to a promotion, and suddenly they're all giving me eyes and finding excuses to strut their stuff through my office. It's damn hard to resist them, you know, especially the young ones. Short skirts, fuel-injected tits, tight cunts, every one of them just begging to be fucked."
"It's tough for women to make a living these days," Alan agreed, "especially when they all look alike to the old boys up top. I guess they feel like they need to differentiate themselves. You know, find a way to add value to their resume."
Bob nodded without comprehending.
"Yeah, whatever."
"So tell me, Bob, old buddy. Have you been a good boy?" he murmured.
Bob gave him a devilish smile. "Occasionally. There's this one intern, Chrissy... twenty-three years old, fresh-faced, tits to die for... Can you keep a secret, buddy?"
Bob's face writhed in anguish. He was dying to confide in someone, and Alan wanted to hear this story. He nodded and leaned in closer.
"Chrissy and I were working late the other night on a brief, just the two of us. It was the night you took Tanya and the girls over to that sleep-over, remember? Anyway, she's a real flirt, so I started teasing her, making comments about her figure... I figured her tits were store-bought and I told her so. Dared her to prove me wrong."
A sheen of perspiration broke out on his forehead.
