Chapter 6

The poker game started at eight. Megan felt happily risque traipsing around in front of Kevin's poker buddies in her slinky red silk dress, with nothing but her voluptuous bare body under it. She circulated casually, keeping track of who was winning and losing, as she served them beer and snacks. She poured the beer into the glasses in the kitchen and carried them into the living room on a little tray.

She intentionally leaned way over the table when she set the glasses down, giving each man a chance to look down the front of her low-cut dress. Every time she felt their eyes on her bare tits, her pussy got a little wetter. She started to worry that she would get so squishy they could hear her when she moved.

She flirted innocently with all of the men, and went out of her way to brush a tit or hip against David now and then. She hoped he lost. She liked him. From Kevin's description, she expected a goofy-looking nerd with thick glasses and a dull personality.

He wasn't handsome, but he was a cut above average, with a congenial nature and a ready smile. He was slightly shorter than Kevin, and about ten pounds lighter. He wore his brown hair stylishly long. His beard and mustache were neatly trimmed. Megan guessed he was in his mid-twenties, young to have made a bundle in the computer business. He dressed well, and he smelled good. He either had good taste in clothes and cologne, or he had a caring woman in his life.

She remained in the background as much as possible so the men could smoke their cigars and carry on a normal conversation for a group of men away from their wives and girlfriends for the night. She noted, and appreciated, their approving glances.

As Megan was coming out of the kitchen with fresh beer, Scotty said to David, "Who's that big gal parked outside your door, Davey? She's quite a looker."

She paused in the door so she wouldn't inhibit the conversation.

"Coco, my secretary," David replied.

"Coco, huh? Well, that describes her just right. Her skin looks like creamy cocoa. She sure is a big one."

"She lifts weights and does aerobics," David said.

"You getting any of that? That looks like one brown saddle that would be fun to take a ride in."

"No. I don't play with the hired help. Bad for business. She's a very efficient worker, and I want to keep it that way."

"Hell, boy, from what I've seen, she'd buck you off before you even got settled in," Scotty guffawed. "Bet she's pretty damned wild in the sack. Maybe you could set me up with her."

David smiled affably. "Why don't you ask her yourself? like most women, she-likes flowers-and candy and flattery. Bring her a dozen roses, tell her how pretty she is, and ask her to have dinner with you."

"Hell, boy, do you know what a dozen roses cost?"

"You usually get what you pay for," David replied. "Quality always costs more."

"More beer coming up," Megan said to let them know she was back. She added another mark in David's plus column. She liked his attitude.

By eleven o'clock, the game began to wind down. Megan checked the stack of chips in front of each man and smiled. David had one white chip left. She caught Kevin's eye and nodded.

"Let's call it a night," Kevin said. "I think David has had enough lessons in poker for one sitting."

"Yeah," Scotty said. "If I stay out too late, my wife will be waiting with a frying pan. Where are we going to play next week?"

"Why not here?" Kevin said. "Megan has agreed to give the loser a consolation prize each week. Just to keep you coming back so I can get my money back."

All of the men looked at Megan. She smiled and let the tip of her tongue drift slowly along her lower lip.

"Damn right," one of the men said.

"Hell, if I had known I would get to kiss your sexy little wife, Kevin, I wouldn't have bluffed so often," Scotty said.

David looked at his chip. "Looks like I'm the loser tonight," he said. He looked at Megan and grinned. "Are you going to give me a kiss in front of these guys?"

A flock of migrating butterflies chose her stomach for their roosting place. "Why don't you stay a few minutes," she said softly.

They cashed in their chips and got up to leave. David walked a few feet away from the table and waited.

"Lucky stiff," Scotty muttered on his way out the door. "Let me know how she kisses."

"Afraid you'll have to find out for yourself," David said to Scotty's back. "He'll never deliberately lose, not even for such a pleasing consolation prize," he said to Megan. "He's got too much ego."

"It doesn't matter," she replied. "He isn't my type anyway.

"I'd better get rid of some beer," Kevin said. "My bladder is about to burst."

"Did you hear about the man who kept taking his beer into the men's room and pouring it down the toilet?" David said. "His friend asked him why, and he said he was cutting out the middle man."

"Yeah, but I hate to waste good beer," Kevin said with a big grin. He went down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door with a bang.

"Kevin is a very lucky man," David said. "You're not only beautiful and sexy, you have a lot of spirit. Not many women would touch one of her husband's poker buddies with a ten foot pole, let alone kiss him." He cocked his head to the side and grinned. "What now?"

She put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "Why don't we start with a kiss?" she said softly, making her voice as seductive as she knew how. And she knew how very well.

He held her loosely in his arms and put his lips lightly on hers. She put one hand behind his head and stuck her tongue in his mouth as she moved up against him. He grunted with surprise and drove her tongue back into her mouth with his. She began to suck his tongue as she pulled one of his hands down and put it on her buttock. He grunted again, cupped her shapely ass with both hands and pulled her groin tightly to his.

She responded eagerly. Her blood began to race through her veins, getting hotter by the second. Another gallon of juice gushed down her channel and dribbled down the inside of her thighs. She felt a large bulge in the front of his pants, but dismissed it. It was simply far too large to be his cock. She thought about fucking him in front of her husband. Her emotions began to run at a fever pitch. Her pussy got squishy wet.

She returned his kiss passionately and pressed her body tightly to his. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned. She had never been kissed by a man wearing a beard and mustache. She liked it, found it rather unique. The thought of how his beard would feel rubbing the inside of her thighs flitted through her mind. She gasped sharply as the captivating idea grew stronger. She was going to enjoy fucking this man. Right here. Right now. With her darling husband watching. The butterflies in her stomach flew away to find another roosting place for the night.

Kevin came back into the living room. He gave them a wide berth so he wouldn't disturb them. He crossed the room and sat down in his favorite chair.

David pulled Megan's dress up over her hips, baring her ass. She snuggled closer to him and tried to mash her big tits flat against his chest. His hands felt so good on the smooth, hot skin of her buttocks. He held one cheek in each hand, kneading them, pulling them apart, and lifting them.

She ground her groin into his and the bulge in his pants got bigger. She started to wonder. Was he one of those guys who stuffed his shorts with toilet paper? No man had a cock that big! He exuded a strong sexual aura. She gave in to her lascivious inclinations and became putty in his hands.

He broke the kiss and looked at her with a frown. "I didn't mean to get carried away, Megan," he said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Shucks," she teased. "And I was trying so hard to be sexy. Don't you find me desirable?"

"God, you know better than that," he protested. "A gentleman doesn't take such liberties with his friend's wife."

"You still have your hands on my bare ass," she giggled.

"Christ!" he exclaimed. He started to jerk his hands away.

She slapped her hands on top of his. She wanted to be totally naked with him, wanted to feel his naked body against hers. Once he saw her naked, she knew he couldn't resist her.

"You can't move your hands unless you're going to unzip my dress," she whispered.

"Do you mean it?"

"Oh, honey, you don't know how much I mean it!" she breathed excitedly.

"But I've already had my consolation prize."

"You think a kiss was your prize? Oh, honey, you are so mistaken! I'm your prize. All of me, from the top of my pointy little head to the tip of my pretty little toes. If you think sticking you tongue in my mouth was fun, wait until you stick it between my legs!"