To understand my relationship with Bill and Stephanie, please first read my story titled, "Poker Night with Friends." Then come back and read this story. It will all make sense and ties each story together. This story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. ***** Bill, Stephanie and I have been friends for a long t...
Thanks to Schwingprose for the insight and editorial assistance * It was a Saturday night and my husband was having one of his regular poker parties. He has played with the same group of guys for a few years, with each taking a turn hosting. We had recently moved and this was the first one at our new house. He invited the usual crew, along with a couple of...
Max and Helen Cranston moved into the farmhouse on 27 acres with the intention of raising a family in the country rather than the city. Unfortunately it was destined not to be and to make up for this loss they supported various child charities around the world and filled their home with a hodgepodge of unruly cats and dogs. They work at the local university;...
The Bartender The last of Helen's lovers that I know about for sure was Richard Barton. Rich was the first of the three men I saw on film to shove his shit covered cock into Helen's mouth and make her clean it off. That act alone kept me from hurting him too bad when I went to pay him a call. +++++ After Helen gave birth to Marlene she did not go back to...
It was Friday night. We recently started playing cards on Friday nights. We would meet at either Jim or Mark's house, and spend the evening drinking, doing drugs, and playing cards. This is a Friday I wont soon forget. We met at around 7:30 this night. Jim was married to a beautiful wife, Sharon. They had two daughters and a son, all of them in there teens...
The game got much more interesting when Bob's wife showed up! (This is the fourth story that I have written so far about my wife Candy as she slowly transforms from my prim and proper church going housewife to submissive exhibitionist. We both enjoy reading all of your nice comments and hope that you will enjoy this next installment.) I had just gotten the...
I had been invited to a weekly poker game for several months by a particularly annoying colleague at the plant where we work. I had avoided going for at least seven months before deciding that I could probably swallow my dislike of the jerk enough to spend some time playing cards. I love poker. So, I finally relented and told Tom I would go to his game. Boy...
They stood motionless in the driveway drinking beer and shooting the shit. It was a daily occurrence, a tradition that you just don't screw around with. Hank Hill was the brains of the bunch as he was the Assistant Manager of Strickland Propane. He loved to talk about his work and the others pretended to listen to gas related stories. After several minut...
It started, innocently enough. My husband and a close friend had talked about doing a all day poker, March-madness get together. Having been married to him for nearly 10 years, I'd grown accustomed to the idea of college basketball and the back seat that I'd inevitably take in March. Personally, I didn't enjoy watching on TV but did enjoy gong to them in per...
To the reader: Sometimes it's fun to just explore a story premise without getting too involved in character development and motivations. This is one of those stories. Tom looked at his wife on the floor next to their bed. She was naked, her skin gleaming in the artificial light. On all fours, her ponderous tits dangled invitingly, and below the broad exp...