Poker Night Redux Pt 01

Poker Night Redux -- Part 1

By OdieK

Author Note: This is a work of pure fiction with all characters eighteen years of age or older.

Note to Followers: Many of you will have noticed that I have not submitted a story in a while although I have continued to write. I did submit a new story a few weeks ago but I unfortunately broke a few rules and the story was not accepted for publication. I have been working on revisions to that story to make it acceptable to Literotica.

In the meantime author Trenky guided me towards an amazing story entitled the "Poker Wife" which was not published on Literotica nor would it be accepted. When reading the hundred plus page story I found the second chapter the most intriguing although there are many very stimulating parts to the whole story. In any case I thought that the author missed more than a few opportunities to really fire up that second chapter given that there was so much to work with. So I decided to rewrite that second chapter with my own OdieK twists. I kept the names of the characters and some of the original content but most of it has been completely rewritten. I plan to add a second part but that depends on you, the reader. Please let me know your thoughts.

Finally I have been working on the finale to Vacation Interrupted which is not quite yet where I want it then I will move on to the next instalment of the new neighbour. I have also been working on a new multi-part story that will be released in the coming months -- hopefully on a more regular basis.

Enjoy...

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It had been a month since I had watched my so-called unmarried and single friends sexually enjoying my wife in our own home while I sat restrained in a chair in another room. I had been privy to the goings on when these same friends set up two video-cameras and a small TV to let me see what was happening and allowed my own wife to see me naked with a hardon that refused to disappear.

Not a day had gone by where I hadn't thought about what had happened. My innocent wife Lisa had let them take advantage of her on the pretext that it was my personal fantasy to watch her have sex with them. All she wanted to do was please me which told me how much she loved me especially if she was willing to go to that extreme -- something I never knew.

...and I had let her down all because of a stupid spur of the moment one night stand with another woman at a local bar. Unfortunately my friends had found out about it and used that as leverage to get their hands on my wife. I had to admit that they had thought it out carefully backing me into a corner knowing I would do anything to avoid having Lisa learn about what I had done. Over the few years of our marriage we had talked about infidelity and agreed that it was the ultimate betrayal that would irreparably weaken the foundation of our marriage. Keeping that secret from her, no matter how badly I thought about it, was the only way to keep our marriage strong although that was about to be tested to the limits.

It also told me how much my friends wanted a crack at my wife. Deep down I understood -- Lisa was not just beautiful but was curvy as hell with ample breasts, a curvy waist that I loved to hold onto when we made love, long legs which she frequently wrapped around me at the most opportune times, and her absolutely perfect ass. I couldn't count the vast number of times when I took her on her hands and knees where I just stared hungrily at that ass. Forget Viagra! That ass was all it took to harden the little fella. She was the total package and, aside from my little dalliance, we were soulmates.

Watching my friends fuck her in the pussy twice and once in the ass then double-teaming her sent erotic shockwaves through my body that hardened me like never before. They even used my visible erection, after stripping me, as a signal to her that I wanted her to continue having sex with them. The flipside was that they would only stop, and she would not have to participate any further, if my erection disappeared. Lisa had stared at my erection hoping and anxiously waiting for it to disappear so that she could stop. When my cock refused to soften she bought in to my friends' explanation that I had fantasized about this for years. I now knew that she would do anything for me and that I could not rely on her moral compass to end the abuse. They were using her love for me to manipulate her while keeping me quiet and agreeable. Love was truly a double-edged sword and I had no idea how to stop what they were doing other than confess to my wife which at the time I was not willing to do. If I had a crystal ball and could see how far they sexually corrupt her I would have thrown in the towel and told her everything without a second thought. Hindsight is a real bitch!

The only consolation I had was from Lisa herself after my ex-friends told her that she could finish herself on me. Without a second thought she jumped my bones while I was still tied to the chair. The power and intensity of our mutual orgasm stayed with me for quite some time. But it was what she told me after untying me. She had explained that in her mind she had not betrayed me or had "real consensual sex" with any of the three men. When I asked her about it she told me that I was the only man who had ever cum in her. In other words my wife equated what we had with doing it bareback so that she could feel my semen deep within her body. She would not allow any other man to do that to her.

I was honestly a little floored by this odd conversation particularly watching her actually get fucked by Ron, Mike, and Carl -- my three ex-friends. But I figured that perhaps this was her way of saying that we were still loyal to each other and had something special that no one could take away from us. Now I knew she had two boyfriends in college. I had asked her about them shortly after the encounter with my ex-friends -- a subject that we had always avoided. However given the new and evolving circumstances we considered it appropriate to discuss. She explained to me that the few times she had sex with her two ex-boyfriends it was always with a condom -- no bareback. Fucking bareback and allowing the man to potentially inseminate her was reserved for the man she would love and settle down with. No one else would be awarded that privilege.

"Okay," I said, "but what about Mike, Ron, and Carl? They weren't wearing condoms!"

"No they weren't," she started to say, "but they also didn't cum inside me."

I actually smiled. Thinking back to that day yes they had fucked her and while there was something that had happened when Carl fucked her the only time I saw any of them ejaculate was when she took them in her hand or mouth. They had covered her face with their cum and the amount they unloaded on her told me that they could not have cum inside her minutes before -- it would have been impossible. So my wife was telling me that although she let the three of them fuck her no one actually came in her. Well I guess that was something and I would take anything to salvage what we had. To my wife it was definitely a lot more than something. It had real meaning to her but she wrote it off as pleasing me. As long as her cum-in-me rule was respected she would be prepared to deal with it -- for now.

She added that she had spoken to Ron and told him that cumming in her was off limits and that she had been ready to pull the plug no matter what fantasy I had. Ron, having no choice, offered to either use a condom or to pull out before any of them came. He told her that there wasn't a chance in hell that he was going to use a condom. He wanted to feel her pussy flesh on his hardness. He had promised her that the three of them would all pull out although he was not happy with it. The thought of him and the others filling my wife with their sperm and forcing her to enjoy the experience drove the three of them. I feared that they would not be willing to give up on that little desire anytime soon. I wished that I had been wrong. I would later learn that they hadn't brought her to an orgasm although they had tried. My wife had fought off the feelings much to their dismay. Unfortunately all it accomplished was to make them hungrier and more aggressive for her. This was far from over.

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Not having heard a word from my ex-friends for a solid month I had begun to relax and breathe normally hoping that they had regretted what they had done and that it would all end right there. I could do nothing but move on with my life trying my best to put that awful day behind me.

Lisa and I had not spoken a word about what had happened other than that brief conversation that no one had come in her. The fact that no one had come in her and that she did not orgasm with any of them helped lessen the anxiety I was feeling and hopefully she felt the same. Thankfully they let her loose on me when she was as sex crazed as I have ever seen her. I knew that even though they had not cum in her that the attention they had given her had brought her to a level of arousal I had never seen. I wondered how much longer she would have lasted but I tried my best to dismiss those thoughts. Watching my naked wife advance on me like a hungry animal and fucking herself on me to a substantial mutual orgasm after the three had left likely made her believe that there might have been some truth to the fabricated fantasy.

My thoughts drifted back to that night for the hundredth time.

My three ex-friends had known that I had recently slept with a woman (one time) at a local bar and threatened to tell my wife unless I sat by and let things play out as they visited for what I thought was going to be a harmless friendly game of poker. But it turned out to be anything but.

They were purposefully short on details in a private discussion between the four of us the night before. I still wasn't sure what they had planned as they entered our home carrying six-packs of beer and bags of doritos but I knew one thing for certain -- they each wanted to have sex with my wife. That, they had made very clear. The extent of what they wanted, the end game, was less clear.

"...and if she refuses?" I had asked.

"Well then...that's all she wrote," said Ron the instigator. I learned later that Ron had been dating the woman who was the subject of my one-night stand. When he found out he was so pissed off he vowed to get revenge and what better way to do it than have a one-night stand with my wife right in front of me. But he wanted much more than a one-night stand with her.

"What does that mean?" I had asked.

Carl cut in and said, "listen Brian we're not going to force ourselves on her. If she doesn't want to play and she makes that perfectly clear then it's like none of this ever happened."

"In other words Brian..." Ron began, "nothing gained and nothing lost!"

"Pardon me Ron but that sounds awfully cryptic. If nothing happens we never speak of this again. Right?" I asked.

"That's right pal including your little secret fuck fest with the whore at the bar," he said gritting his teeth in anger which I hadn't understood at the time.

"...but there is one important condition," Ron began.

I waited patiently although I was simmering wanting nothing more than to beat the shit out of him.

"You are going to encourage her by letting her think that this is all your idea -- what you want."

"You mean her having sex with you three while I sit and watch?"

"Hey! I think he's finally catching on," said Mike.

"Fine Ron but she'll never go for it."

"We think you're wrong about that Brian," Carl said.

Ron cut in, "Yeah! You have a very loving wife Brian who seems to be willing to do anything for you -- and I do mean anything. You just haven't explored this side of your marriage yet or perhaps even considered the possibility. You may actually thank us when this is over," he added.

Carl moved quickly between me and Ron seeing my anger rising and my fists clenched.

Ron's plan was simple. I had to convince her that I wanted to watch her having sex with each of them.

I loved my wife, so I had to accept that everything that had led to this was all my fault, and that Lisa only did it because she loved me and thought that it was what I had wanted. She never brought up the ordeal, and I knew as long as I never saw Ron, Mike, or Carl again, that this would be over.

That's when I got an e-mail from Ron.

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The e-mail came with a picture of Mike having sex with my wife from behind. She was bent over a table with no panties and a skirt hiked up around her waist. It was from that night! She was grunting with each deep thrust while Mike was smiling broadly occasionally slapping her luscious ass.

Not only did Mike use the video cameras to set me and my wife up, but he also used them to record what had happened!

The e-mail went on to explain that they would send the complete video to everyone that we knew, if I didn't ask my wife for a favor -- one last favor were the actual words he used. They would send it to her boss and fellow employees, my boss and fellow employees, both of our families, everyone else that we knew or did business with, including our local preacher!

The favor they wanted was a simple one. They wanted me to tell my wife that I was so turned on by what happened last time, that I wanted her to put on the same clothes she wore that night, take our video camera over to Ron's house and, for a few hours, do whatever they would tell her to, just like she did the last time. The e-mail explained that as long as she did this, they wouldn't send the videos to anyone, and that they would even give her the videos back when she was done. Nothing was said about her condition that no one could cum in her which worried me.

I had no choice. I had to do it. I had to get those videos back, so that this all would be over. It was humiliating, but I went to my wife and explained that I wanted her to do this just one time, because it excited me so much the last time. I told her that I wanted her to make sure she brought the videotape back with her. The last thing she said before she left was "I'm only doing this for you, Brian. I love you." We kissed and hugged then I watched her swaying ass as opened the car door, turned the key and backed out of the driveway headed to Ron's house.

Fuck Fuck Fuck...

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A little over four hours later my wife returned home looking totally dishevelled, exhausted and something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Her hair was a mess and I went to go give her a hug, but she held out her hands in a blocking motion. She was angry. She bent down and opened her purse, reaching in she pulled out a videotape and slammed it into my hand, "Here, this is what you wanted!"

Then she just walked up the stairs to bed her ass swaying but her steps a bit wobbly. I hadn't smelt any alcohol on her although I had smelled other things. She was really upset and who could blame her, thinking that I had sent her to do this, but I was in survival mode trying to save our marriage. Things were quickly getting out of hand and I was the stupid bystander watching the beginning of an accident that I could have prevented but instead just stood there watching letting it happen.

I went into the living room to make sure that this was the tape of that first night.

I pulled my chair close to the TV and hit play on the VCR. After a few seconds I saw a room, but it was not our home where we had played cards! I saw a wide shot of what looked to be a living room with two couches and a coffee table between them. Carl was sitting on one couch and Ron on the other, so I guessed that Mike was the one holding the video camera. My wife was standing next to the coffee table and looked to be talking to Ron, but I couldn't hear anything clearly, because Mike had the camera across the room. This was obviously not the videotape of that original night! They still had it and they only gave my wife the videotape of what happened tonight!

I looked back at the TV. The view closed in on her, as Mike walked towards the group. I could now hear Ron talking.

"Honestly I don't know who it is, Lisa. Brian said he would send someone over and we were only supposed to do a little foreplay to get you going, until whoever gets here."

Lisa seemed really pissed off, and I could tell by the look on her face that she fell for Ron's story hook, line, and sinker again. How could she believe that I would send someone else over, when I had told her to just do what Ron, Mike, and Carl said!

"So until whoever your husband is sending over gets here, what would you like to do as foreplay, Lisa?" Carl asked. Mike zoomed the camera in on her and waited for an answer. She wasn't into this at all, and it clearly showed on her face.

"It doesn't really matter does it?" she said rhetorically.

Ron then leaned under the table and brought up a bag. He then explained, "It looks like you're bored Lisa by all of this so let's do something fun. Like a game of truth or dare."

Lisa then asked what was in the bag.

"Well that's to help us with the foreplay." Ron said, as he quickly dumped the contents of the bag out of view of the camera, but I could tell that they were various types of sex toys.

"We went out and bought these to help make the game of truth or dare entertaining." explained Ron.

"We'll take turns asking you a question, then you'll have a chance to answer, and if we think you answered truthfully then you'll move on to the next person without having to do a dare. But if you refuse to answer, or we think you're lying then you'll have to do a dare from whoever's turn it is."

He then put his hand down towards the sex toys, "and like I said, these are to make the dares much more enjoyable."

Lisa didn't say a thing and was just looking down at what Ron was showing her on the couch. Mike then must have sat on a chair or something, because the view levelled out to Lisa's level, but I still couldn't see exactly what toys were on the couch.

"Before we start though, you'll have to take off your bra and underwear like before." ordered Mike.

My wife then put her hands under the back of her t-shirt and undid her bra. She pulled it out from underneath her shirt without showing any skin, and then carefully slid off her panties, while keeping her skirt down, so as not to show her pussy. She was still trying to keep her dignity, even though Ron, Mike, and Carl obviously had other plans.

"You can sit on the table, then we'll start." suggested Ron. Lisa kind of sat cross legged on the coffee table and tugged her skirt down to ensure that Ron wasn't getting an unobstructed view of her privates.

"Okay, I'll go first!" Carl said, "Lisa, you had to expect to have sex with us tonight, so why did you even wear the bra and panties?" He asked.

I couldn't see my wife's face because Mike was sitting across the table from Carl.

"I don't go out without underwear, Carl. I'm not a slut!"

Ron then said "My turn. Well you said you're not a slut, but you did come here tonight expecting to have sex with us. Sex with three guys at once, and your married on top of that. So my question is, wouldn't you call that a slut?"

Lisa turned towards Ron, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was really angry.

"No I wouldn't call that being slutty! I'm doing this for my husband and that's the only reason why I'm here at all!" She yelled at him.

Mike's voice interrupted, "Whatever, it's my turn. Lisa. Who did you enjoy having sex with the most the last time, me, Carl, or Ron?"

My wife looked down for a second, then back at Mike, who was zooming the camera in on her face. She looked right into the lens. It was like she was looking right at me. I noticed, and I was certain that I wasn't the only one, that my wife was doing everything to avoid looking at Carl. Then I remembered her unusual reaction that night when Carl first fucked her. Was there something about Carl that had aroused her? If there was she was doing her best to keep it quiet.