'Sophie's 'Poke-Her' Game'
Part four of the "Sophie" series
By The Shadow Rising
The sun shone through the window to Sophie and Josh's bedroom, glowing a bright orange in the Saturday afternoon light. It was going to be another hot day, judging by the warmth the sun was creating and that meant another hot night.
Of course, it wasn't just the heat that was going to make it a hot night, Sophie thought as she was looking through her closet trying to find something to wear. Tonight Josh was having his poker night and Ben was coming over to play. Not only the game she thought with a small smile on he face, her boyfriend's friend would be taking a lot of special care of her.
It had only been a few days since their lustful encounter on the bed next to Josh. Even just the thought of it now made her want to cum. It had been so hot.
She thought about getting her vibrator out and releasing some of the built up lust that was clawing at her inside, until she remembered that she had threw it away as it no longer satisfied her needs. She had gone way past the point where sex was just all action. She had to have risk and erotic situations now to give her the biggest orgasms she could. Every time she had cheated on Josh, she had had a bigger and bigger orgasm. The more risky and naughty, the hotter the fucking and the wilder the climax. She was addicted now. It wasn't that Josh was a bad lover, she thought to herself as she picked up and discarded a pink sports bra, he was amazing at sex and the best boyfriend she could ask for. He just couldn't give her the erotic illicit action she needed. He loved to be risky too, but even the riskiest sex they had ever had couldn't beat the orgasms she had received lately.
She was looking forward to the fucking that Ben would give her tonight while everyone else was playing poker. She loved the stories of husbands or boyfriends betting their women in poker games and losing them so their friends could fuck them. She fantasized about Ben winning her that night and either taking her to their bedroom and fucking her while Josh knew what was happening down stairs, or Ben just fucking her right in front of her boyfriend.
The thoughts made her loins tingle even more. It wasn't like she was horny from not having sex lately, not this time; she was just addicted to the hot sex now. It had become almost like a drug for her. The more she had it and the more she pushed the illicit boundaries further, the more she needed it and the more illicit things became. For instance, Josh's boss loved fucking her, and although she didn't like the old man and was far from attracted to him, she couldn't resist it because of how hot it was.
She shuddered, partly in disgust of fucking the fat old man, and partly because of the feelings he gave her with his enormous dick.
She stopped herself from thinking about Charles Riley's dick and carried on searching through the jumble of clothes. She had gone on a spending spree yesterday because Josh had finally been given the promotion Riley had promised him. Sophie smiled at the wicked thought that she may have earned that promotion for her boyfriend, but the fact was after the contract signing those weeks back, Riley would have given him partnership. The sex with Sophie was just a bonus to the old man, as well as satisfying both of their lusts. They both enjoyed the idea of her fucking him for her boyfriend's promotion.
They had had a significant increase in their income because of this promotion and they had both been spending wildly since. They weren't millionaires, but they weren't wanting for cash either. She had bought clothes, lots of them, a new car and had even had the spare room down the hall from their room redecorated. Josh had spent a little more lavishly. He had bought a new car, a pool table, decorated the downstairs room opposite the lounge to put it all in, put a bar in there, and had booked them a holiday to Barbados in a couple of weeks. They had even spoken about moving house, but hadn't decided on anything yet.
As she looked through her closet she threw a pair of shorts out and suddenly smiled at what she found lying underneath them. A skimpy black French maids outfit. Josh had bought it her a while ago and had really enjoyed it when she wore it. She turned it over in her hands. It was still ok. She hadn't worn it in over 6 months. Her smile deepened and she bit her bottom lip as she always did when thinking naughty thoughts. She jumped onto her feet and closed the closet door. She had found what she would wear tonight.
Josh Seymour was driving back home in his flash new sports car listening to the radio as he drove along. He was looking forward to tonight. He loved playing poker and he loved it even more when he won and this time he knew he would win. After the success of beating Ben at the games night because of Sophie, he had asked her if she wouldn't mind dressing provocatively again tonight and flirting a little so he could win easier. Also she could tell him what cards the other's had and they wouldn't think because of looking at her.
He trusted her completely and not for one minute did he even suspect her of cheating on him. He would never want Sophie to be with another guy, just as he would never be with another girl. He didn't mind her helping him in flirting though. No touching, just harmless flirting.
He smiled, they would play for real money tonight. He had lots now and with that thought and the jingle of a couple of crates in the back, Josh smiled as he casually drove home to his loving girlfriend.
Sophie Harper stood admiring herself in the bedroom stand mirror. She knew she was sexy. She wasn't arrogant about the way she looked, she never put anyone else down, she always tried to build them up, but she knew just how sexy she was. She was wearing the black maids outfit. It fitted her better than she remembered. It hugged each of her smooth curves and ended mid-thigh level. The neckline of the tight black silk dress swung very low. She had a large amount of cleavage showing, which was further emphasised by the cut of the dress. There was no need for a bra in this dress; it was a bare shoulder dress. The dress pushed her already large 36C fleshy globes up and together creating the most tantalising view, and that view was a good 4 inches of cleavage. It hugged her hips, emphasising her thin waist and slight hourglass figure, by the small white lace apron tied there. She wore a pair of black fish net tights and a pair of black high heels. Her long straight blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and hung down past the middle of her shoulder blades. In her hair, at the front, she wore a small maids tiara, which was also white lace but with silver threads.
She looked stunning and she knew it. With her long legs shown off perfectly, her waist emphasised by the small apron tied around it, her large tits shown to their fullest, proudly in full view and looking ready to pop out if she moved faster than a normal walk. Her shoulders bare, emphasising her wondrous cleavage, which was emphasised even more so by her hair being tied back, so there was nothing to prevent a full view. She knew that's where most men's eyes would go first, and she wouldn't blame them. She was all natural and her tits were large, firm but soft also. They seemed to defy gravity and bounced around merrily when she moved.
She stared a little while longer, turning this way and that, looking herself over.
Looking at the skirt, she smiled as she thought that when she bent over, anyone behind her would have a full view of her black lace panties.
At 5' 6", Sophie Harper was lust made flesh. Whatever she wore she was sexy, but she doubted anyone, even Josh, would be able to keep their eyes off her for long. Especially Ben. The thought of him fucking her in this dress over the poker table now in the middle of the lounge floor, made her shiver with hot excitement and anticipation as to what the night would bring.
She moved away from the mirror and began to clear all of the clothes from the room back into the closet. She was humming to herself as she went along. When she finished, she walked back to the stand mirror, put her hands on her hips and smiled.
"You'll do Miss Harper" She said to her reflection, "You look every part the welcoming hostess."
She traced her hands from her hips, over her stomach, upwards and cupped her large breasts.
"You've just got to take very good care of your guests now." She said as she gently squeezed the firm mounds, "Especially your boyfriend's best friend."
She smiled wickedly at herself and once again bit her bottom lip before letting go of her tits and turning to walk out of the room.
Fifteen minutes later, Sophie stood in the lounge placing piles of chips in the centre of the table. She had covered it with its blue cloth already. As she was setting the table out she was lost in thought.
Josh had said who was coming over, but she couldn't remember many names. There were four of his friends from work, his co-workers, coming over to play poker and Ben also. She remembered one of them, Richie, she thought his name was. He was a short Japanese man, younger than her and Josh, but he was always being odd. He reminded her of a rat, the way he was always heeling people who were important or popular, so that he might be both. He always seemed pretty sneaky too.
So that left three people that she didn't know. She was sure they were all male though; otherwise Josh wouldn't have asked her to dress provocatively.
