I'd like to tell you a story about the night that my wife got what she really deserved (and turned out to want) even though she wasn't looking for it. To make a long background story short, my wife can sometimes be a tease. She is a beautiful five feet two inches of curves and long blonde hair and flashing green eyes, and chock full of sex appeal. Men (and women) can't help but look at her when she wants them to, and she certainly likes it that way. Although this skill had attracted me, I wondered if one day it would get her into trouble. I certainly never expected what occurred that night.
You see, my wife had won a bet with me (what about is unimportant). What was important was what she wanted for winning. She had recently lost a little weight, was looking good and waiting for a chance to show it off. Tonight was my monthly poker night, and as I had never let her come along before, now she wanted to come to the game as her prize. Another guy's wife had hosted a game once (quite innocently), but it had made her jealous when I told her. I knew that she liked the idea of being able to tantalize a room full of guys without any complications. She said that she wanted to wear something cute and slink around the room teasing the hell out of them. I told her that that might not be a good idea, as she can get men pretty worked up, and she accused me of not giving her freedom to make her own decisions. We went back and forth, and I relented.
I had arranged hotel suite with for the game. When you enter the room, the living area is open and inviting with a fabulous view through opposing windows. A marble fireplace on one end is glowing with an early evening fire. A small stereo provides the tunes. On the other end is an open kitchen with bar facing living room. In the living area, we arranged a table set up to play cards. Several snack bowls were readied, the vodka was the freezer, and everything was in order. The accepted practice was for drunken players to sleep over, and that's what we planned. Marlene looked stunning as she put on her makeup and painted her nails, pampering herself. She seemed to be excited, but resisted my advances when I tried to get a little cuddle in before the game.
You see, she was a little mad at me because of my reluctance in letting her come, and we had had a few sharp words over it. We never usually fought, but this time, I remembered that Marlene had once told me that women get even later. Tonight was evidently her later. She intended to really put on a show. Little did she know that things were not going to turn out the way she envisioned: that is, four guys with blue balls going to go home to dream about her.
I went to the bar to meet the others while Marlene wanted some time to get ready. When the four of us got up to the room an hour later, we walked in after knocking and hearing Marlene call out "Come in." When we entered the living room, we stopped dead in shock. As I looked to my left and right, I noticed that all of the guys had the same expression, one of absolute slack-jawed amazement.
Marlene posed casually by the poker table, wearing an outfit that I had never seen before. The little minx had gone out shopping for a special outfit just to tease these total strangers! The black leather and lace French maid suit was stunning. Her ample breasts spilled out of he black lace top, and we could almost see her nipples through the top and lace demi-cup black bra. The short leather mini skirt and tiny lace apron swirled around her, giving glimpses of the tops of black fishnet stockings and garter straps. Little black fishnet fingerless gloves and lace bow over a long sexy braid set off the outfit. As one, our eyes traveled down her shapely legs to the strapped-on spike heels. I finally recovered enough to notice that she had on a leather collar that I had never seen to complete the look.
"Good evening gentlemen" she said in a sultry voice "my name is Marlene, and I will be your server for the evening." OoooKaaay, we all thought. This was looking pretty good, but she had sure surprised me - this was pretty raunchy, even for my babe.
"Do you all approve of my attire?" She did a slow twirl. All we could manage were appreciative man grunts. She went on: "The rules are simple; you can look, but not touch."
"That doesn't sound like much fun," said Adam quickly.
She fixed him with an even glare. "I'm not here to for your 'fun'"; she said with a look up and down of distaste. "You're lucky I'm giving you a look." With a smirk of triumph, she swirled around and stalked off to the kitchen, with all of our eyes glued to her swaying ass. I could sense the disappointment in the room. As the guys sat down I thought I heard a whispered comment like "I'd like to touch the little…" but wasn't sure who said it.
I headed to the kitchen to see Marlene. Certainly the rules didn't apply to me. As I walked up behind her to put my arms around me, she turned. "You can't touch me either." As I groaned, she smiled. "I want you to treat me just like the other guys tonight, and not interfere. Understand?" When I didn't reply, she insisted: "You promise? You won't interfere; I'm gonna enjoy this." What could I say? I agreed, and she slid past me with a smile and a brush of her breasts on my arm, not knowing that that extracting that promise was going to backfire on her.
We sat down, Adam across from me, Chris to the left, Brian to the right, and started the game. All of us were enjoying the scenery. Marlene was in top form. She seemed to slide around the room with a delicious sway, and my pants got tight just watching her work. We all ordered drinks, and as she brought them back to serve she would put her hands lightly on their shoulders an lean over, giving each guy a great view down her top. She smiled sweetly at them and chatted flirtatiously with all of them. As she served me, I tried sliding my hand up her leg but she pulled away. "You can look, but not touch." She said loudly, and swayed away. The guys snickered. Damn!
A little while later, a high-stakes hand came down to Chris and Brian. As Chris considered a bet, she plopped down in his lap! She wiggled and peered at his cards, and when he couldn't stand it and put his hands on her, she slipped away laughing: "You can look, but not touch." I could plainly see the tent in his lap.
