Slut
Date: 13.03.2008
Keywords: Slut,
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"Of course, everyone is this story is over 18 years of age...."
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Barbara had finally decided that her life with John just wasn"t exciting enough for her. It wasn"t as though he wasn"t a good man. He treated her okay, never abusing her or anything, just no excitement anymore. She wanted and needed more than he was providing. She had been so exciting in her youth, before she met and married John. They had talked about it, more than once. And John hadn"t expressed any reservations about expanding their lives a bit, so to speak. But he also hadn"t really done anything to make a difference either. Well, Barbara had decided to do that on her own. She couldn"t believe that she would take such a step. But she wanted to feel different, more free, more open, more, more, more like one of the sluts as she thought about them in the romance books that she read. And the other books too.
She was a small woman, only five feet, two inches tall. But her long red hair hung down to her waist in the back. Her 36-inch breasts had always turned the eye of any man, and with her narrow waist and slender, shapely legs she knew she had what it took. The only problem was that John just wasn"t taking as much as she wanted him to. She always felt horny, even after John would be so inclined as to give her some attention. They had only been married five years and he acted like he was bored with her already.
Well, she wanted more and she was determined to get it. Tonight would be a real ice breaker. Tuesday nights John and four of his friends, Al, Fred, Bill and Harry, all played poker. Each night at one of their homes. Tonight it was John"s turn to host and Barbara had decided that she was going to be the hostess, the one with the mostest, so to speak. So tonight Barbara had dressed differently than in the past. Tonight she put on a very short skirt with only a g-string under it. That combined with a string t-shirt she had borrowed from John and a pair of high-heeled shoes were it. Instead of the usual demure clothing that she wore. When John saw how she was dressed his eyes opened wide. This was really different for Barbara.
"What"s up?" he asked.
"I"m just bored," Barbara replied. "I"ve told you. Well, I"ve decided not to be bored tonight. I need some excitement."
"I hope you know what you"re doing," John said. "That t-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination."
"I"m surprised you even noticed," Barbara retorted. "As little attention as you pay to me."
"I notice plenty," John said. "Like your nipples are getting hard because you"re mad and also excited," he said. "And they"ll be here any minute. You should go change."
"I won"t," Barbara said. "If you don"t want me here, you say so. Otherwise I"m willing to take my chances."
Just then the doorbell rang and their discussion became a mute point. Barbara moved to open the door and the four poker players were all there.
"Hi, guys. Come on in," Barbara said, opening the door and standing aside.
They came in, their eyes fixing on Barbara"s tits, her nipples hard and straining against the material. Barbara then turned and walked back to the kitchen, swinging her hips as she went, knowing that all of their eyes were glued to her ass. She came out of the kitchen, a smile on her face, with beers for everyone, serving them as they all sat down at the table. They all bought their $20 worth of chips and settled down to play poker. The whole time Barbara served them, getting them more beer, chips to munch on, et cetera. She took every opportunity to lean over, letting her tits drape down towards the table or man she was talking to as she served him.
After a couple of hours John"s luck really turned against him and he ended up with no chips in front of him and the hand not over yet, his call and no money to bet.
"Shit, I don"t have any more chips," John lamented.
"You know the rules," Al said. "We play with what we bring to the table with us."
"What about me, do I count?" Barbara asked, smiling at them.
"What do you mean?" Al asked.
"Well, I sort of came to the table with John. Can I put in for him?" she asked.
"You don"t have any chips," Fred observed.
"Well, do I have to bet chips?" Barbara asked, almost trembling with excitement.
"What do you have in mind?" Fred asked, staring at her.
"Well, how much does John need?" she asked.
"Right now he needs about $3," Bill said.
"What would you do if you had $3?" Barbara asked John.
"Shit, I"d raise them," he replied. "I"d make it $5."
"$5," Barbara said, standing up straight. "Would you take my skirt or shirt for the $5?" she heard herself ask.
"What?" Bill said. "You mean it?"
"Sure I do," Barbara said. "How about it? Whoever wins it can use it to bet. It"ll be worth $5, won"t it?"
"Hell, I don"t mind," Bill said with a laugh. "Any of you mind?" he asked, looking around the table. "What about you, John?" Bill asked. "Don"t you mind?"
"He couldn"t care less," Barbara said before John could say anything. "So, which do you want?"
"Well, since it"s my bet that he has to call, you can take off your t-shirt and use it for the $5," Bill said.
"Is your hand worth this?" Barbara asked John.
"I think it"s a good hand," John replied. "But it"s up to you," he said, looking at her, wondering how far she was going to take this.
"Then here it is," Barbara said, pulling her t-shirt off over her head and tossing it into the middle of the table.
Barbara loved the way everyone"s eyes went to her tits and stayed there. She felt her nipples get even harder, something she would have thought was impossible. They showed their cards and John won. Everyone groaned as he swept the chips and t-shirt in front of himself. But he made no effort to give Barbara her shirt back. They continued to play and Barbara moved around the table standing behind and next to each of them in turn, leaning forward and letting her tits sometimes brush against their cheeks.
Then the game got to the point were John had all of his chips in the center and her t-shirt also but the bet was to him and he had no chips left.
"$4 to call?" John asked, knowing the answer before he did so.
"That"s right," Harry said, a smile on his face.
"I don"t have $4," John said, a grim look on his face. "I"m tapped out."
"Hell, what about Barbara?" Harry said with a laugh.
"What about me?" Barbara asked, her hands on her hips and her nipples standing straight out.
"John needs $4," Harry explained, "just to stay in the game."
"You have a good hand?" Barbara asked John, leaning against him, her tits brushing his cheek.
"Good enough," John replied, smiling at the others.
"How much do you need?" Barbara asked.
"$10," John replied.
"Is my skirt worth $10?" Barbara asked, looking at Harry.
"I"d go for that," Harry agreed, nodding.
"Then here"s your $10," Barbara said to John, reaching behind herself and unzipping her skirt, letting it slowly fall to the floor before bending over to pick it up and hand it to John.
"Here"s your $4 and $6 more," he said, not even glancing at Barbara.
But the other four men were looking only at Barbara, their cocks hardening in their pants as she stood there in only her g-string and high heels now.
"Jesus," Al breathed, staring at the thin wisp of material that was scrunched in between Barbara"s pussy lips.
Barbara seemingly absent-mindedly let her hand drop down to her pussy, gently stroking and rubbing her exposed pussy lips. All of the men at the table with the exception of John had their eyes glued to her.
"Well, you going to call me?" John asked Harry.
"The skirt"s not enough," Harry said hoarsely. "I"m playing with my own money."
"I don"t have any more money at the table," John said. "You know that and you know the rules we play by. You"ve got all her clothes already, for Christ"s sake."
"Not all of it," Harry barely whispered.
"What the..." John began, turning in his seat to finally look at Barbara. "Jesus," he exclaimed, "aren"t you wearing anything under your clothes?"
"What do you want me to do?" Barbara asked sweetly, her fingers still gently stroking her pussy lips, the material of her g-string wet between them.
"You take the rest?" John asked Harry, turning back to face him.
"Yeah, I"ll take it," Harry said, nodding his head, beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Go on, give it to him," John said to Barbara.
"Okay," Barbara said, "if you"re sure about it."
Slowly Barbara walked around the table to where Harry was sitting. Standing in front of him she continued stroking herself as she stood with her pussy just scant inches from his face. Then slowly hooking her fingers in the waistband of her g-string, Barbara began to inch it downwards, slowly sliding it down and exposing herself to Harry. As the material passed over the thatch of red hair over her pussy, it then slid over her smoothly shaved lips which were parted in excitement, her clit prominently sticking out from between them. As her g-string fell to the floor, Barbara bent over to pick it up, giving Al a great view of her pussy from behind, her pussy lips spreading open right in front of his face. Then lifting a foot to bring it to her hand, Harry saw her pussy lips spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of the interior of her pussy. He even saw a dribble of pussy juice slide from her pussy down the inside of her thigh.
"All right already," John said. "I"ve got three 4s," he declared, turning his cards over.
"I"ve got three 7s," Harry said, revealing his cards and then sliding all of the chips and Barbara"s skirt and g-string over to his side of the table.
"Shit," John said. "What am I going to play with now?"
"Why don"t you use me as your chips?" Barbara suggested, smiling at him. "That is if everyone else doesn"t mind."
"And what happens when someone other than John wins the hand?" Fred asked.
"Well, I guess that person gets me," Barbara replied.
"What good does that do us?" Fred persisted.
"Well, I guess five minutes with me should be worth something," Barbara said, letting her hands slide along her body, cupping her tits and squeezing her nipples.
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Keywords: Slut,