My Poker Buddies
In 1961, when I was 19, things started to slow down with the fraternities. I had made a boatload of money, and was happy taking classes at the small university I was attending. No one at my school knew of my double life. I was just a plain co-ed with a cool 1957 Chevy that the men at the service station always fixed, and filled up for free. They also thought it funny when I asked them to clean the cum out of it. “We’ll do it if you come by on Friday night,” they said. Of course I had to get a few bruises from the mechanics on those nights, but those were well worth it. I loved those men.
I had pretty much screwed every boy in the fraternity system by now, and I really didn’t need the money, so I only went to the Black’s frat house when I needed help with my school work, or was especially horny. The boys fought to be my tutor since I always fucked the person for helping me, usually his roommate, too. The chemistry majors got more ass than a toilet seat.
I met a boy at my school that I really liked. One thing led to another and we got married, and I had a son just before I turned 20. I was quite happy. Before I married him I came clean about my past so there would be no surprises in our future. He didn’t seem to care. He always said if I hadn’t lived the past I did, sex would have been boring, and believe me, he was not bored with me.
He had a thing with money. He could make a lot of it, so we lived the good life until five years later, he got leukemia and died. If I hadn’t had a son, I would have gone with him, I truly loved that man, but my boy was so sweet, and is still a wonderful son to me. I did not send him to Catholic school, however.
After my husband died I moved into a house in a new subdivision near my folks. My husband had left me enough money that I didn’t have to work for the rest of my life, but I had a great degree, and found a good job near my house. My folks, who were now retired, watched my boy when I was at work.
After I moved in, one of the neighbor ladies came by to welcome me. Almost right off the bat she asked, “Is there a Mr. in the house?” I said no, that I was a widow. Her face darkened, and she said, “Oh, ummm, welcome to the neighborhood.” and then said she had to go. I wanted to call out to her, “Hide your husband, Bitch, Lila’s in town!” but resisted.
She had two married girlfriends, and I could see their families getting together, the young ones all playing. They wouldn’t let my son play with their young ones even though they were the same age, which I could tell hurt my son’s feelings. No one fucks with my family.
One day I was at the school to pick up my son and saw one of the husbands, Don. He was married to the woman that snubbed me. I said, “Hi” and he said, “Hello.” Just friendly banter. I asked him if his family had big plans for the weekend. He said, “No, my wife is taking the c***dren to her folks for a few days. I’m getting together with Harry and Rick,” the other husbands I was supposed to stay away from, “to play poker tonight.” “Sounds like fun.” I said. “I’m looking forward to the peace and quiet.” he replied. I thought, “I don’t know about the quiet, Pal, but I know you’re going to get a piece.”
I had my parents watch my son, got dolled up with a thin blouse, a nice skirt that was just above my knees, garter belt, nylons, and heels, with a scarf tied around my neck. I hadn’t lost my figure after my son was born. If anything, my breasts got larger, which of course I lost when I hit my 70s.
I waited until I saw the other men arrive, waited 20 minutes and then I walked over there and knocked on the door. Don answered, and looked me up and down and said, “Hi Lila.” I didn’t know he knew my name. I said, “Look Don, I’m going to the store, and I figured with Janet gone I could pick up anything you may need.” I looked inside, saw Harry and Rick, and waved. They waved back. He said he was okay for groceries.
I asked, “How’s the game going?” “Okay” he said, “I’m losing already.” I said, “You know, I used to play poker a lot at the University. Any chance you could squeeze in a fourth?” and then the clincher, “I lose a lot, but I love to play.” Harry yelled back, “Let her in Don, we can use another player.” Don looked like he knew the shit would hit the fan if Janet heard about this, but he was looking at my breasts when he said, “Yeah, that would be fun, I guess.” So I came in, I asked for the same thing they were drinking, a beer, and settled down to play.
We were having a lot of fun, laughing, drinking, and playing. After awhile I was down a bit. I was losing on purpose. I said, “We should play strip poker, I think I have more clothes to take off than you fellas.” The three of them enthusiastically said things like, “I haven’t done that since college,” and, “You’re going to get cold, Lila, when we take all your clothes.”
The atmosphere instantly changed when I started losing my clothes. The friendly back and forth changed to a quiet hunger. When I had to stand up and drop my skirt, they got an eyeful of my nicely trimmed mound, my legs wrapped in expensive, seamed nylons. The guys were down to their underwear, and by what I could see, they all had nice size packages. Then I had to take off my blouse. Since I didn’t have a bra on they got to see model quality tits, if I do say so myself.
I had no stretch marks from my son. Just creamy skin, top to bottom. I think it was Rick that gave a low whistle. I had on my scarf, my nylons and my garter belt. When I lost the scarf, I said, “Fellas, I concede defeat. I think I should keep my nylons and garter belt on. I’m tired of poker, why don’t the three of you just fuck me.” The guys looked at each other, and then me.
I got up, put my high heels back on, and walked to the bedroom. The next thing I heard was chairs moving on the floor as they followed me to the bedroom where I was lying on my back, arms extended like I was on the cross, one knee up, legs slightly spread. Those guys acted like they hadn’t been laid in a long time. Their hands were all over and in me. I kissed Don, long and hard, as Rick got between my legs and gave me a very decent eating.
Harry couldn’t take it and told Rick to move, spreading my legs wide, Don moving down to suck my tits. I felt Harry’s cock go deep inside of me. I was so wet from thinking about this happening all day, and Rick’s expert mouthing.
I told Harry to wait, had him lie down on the bed, got in my favorite position straddling him, and sunk down on his nice sized prick. I then said, “Don, I want you in my ass.” “What? Are you sure?” he said, his eyes getting big. I hissed, “Yesss, now.” and he hurried behind me, wet his cock with spit, and eased it into my ass. It hurt so good. I said, “Come on, Rick, push that baby down my throat.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He got in front of me, grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled me onto his glistening shaft. I was surprised. Rick was the least manly of the trio, but he had the biggest cock, and was really using my mouth like a pussy.
The three of them got into a great rhythm. I started cumming and just didn’t stop. My ass, pussy and throat were on fire. These guys wanted me in the worst way, and I was all for it. I knew Rick would cum first, the way he was slamming his cock down my throat. Then Harry came hard into my pussy filling me with buckets of cream. I just rested on Harry, as he started to get smaller as Don started building to a mind blowing orgasm in my ass that took me along with him. My God that felt good.
Rick staggered back and slouched into a large upholstered chair, his cock and balls hanging in front of the cushion. I laid on my back in the middle of the bed and Don and Harry got on either side of me, slowly running their hands all over my body. Don said, “I’ve got a mess to clean up.” and we all laughed. I told him I’d help.
Don said, “Janet told me that it wasn’t good having a single woman in the neighborhood. That she would try to steal a husband away.” I said, “Guys, I don’t want you to marry me, I want you to screw me. I don’t want or need a husband.” Rick said, “That’s okay with me,” and the others agreed. Harry said, “Lila, thank you. I hate to admit it but Nancy only makes love to me twice a year - on my birthday and our anniversary. I needed that.” I rolled toward him and kissed him. He smiled. Rick said, “You know, I think Pam is a lesbian.” We all looked at him shocked. He said, “Really, she begrudgingly screws me about every other month, but I catch her looking at women all the time.”
My wheels started turning in my head, lesbian, huh?. Don, somewhat acidly said, “You guys aren’t married to the ‘Ice Queen.’ She’s constantly telling me that I’m useless, and I don’t make enough, and this isn’t what she hoped for in a marriage. I work my ass off to provide for the family, and all I get is grief.” She acts like I’m really putting her out when I ask if we can make love, and it’s not all that often.
I rolled toward him and said, “I won’t give you grief.” He kissed me. I told him go wash off, I want you in my pussy. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. When he came back, I could see all three were ready for round two, so I had Rick lay down, I laid down on top of him with my back to him, and eased his cock into my ass. It was easier since Don had cum in it already. I told Don to get in my pussy. He moaned as he eased it in, feeling Rick’s hard cock in my ass, my pussy involuntarily spasming around him. Then I motioned for Harry to slide his cock down my throat. I hoped that this was the start of a beautiful relationship.
We took our time on this go around. No one seemed to be in a hurry. I caressed the men’s bodies, and they slowly ran their hands over me. We began to breath harder and harder as the men began to race toward climax. I have no idea who came when because I started cumming and just lost all track of conscious thought. I was immensely happy with my new lovers. I swore this wouldn’t be the last, and from the way the men held me tightly, I know they were thinking the same thing. My next post will be about their wives.
I had pretty much screwed every boy in the fraternity system by now, and I really didn’t need the money, so I only went to the Black’s frat house when I needed help with my school work, or was especially horny. The boys fought to be my tutor since I always fucked the person for helping me, usually his roommate, too. The chemistry majors got more ass than a toilet seat.
I met a boy at my school that I really liked. One thing led to another and we got married, and I had a son just before I turned 20. I was quite happy. Before I married him I came clean about my past so there would be no surprises in our future. He didn’t seem to care. He always said if I hadn’t lived the past I did, sex would have been boring, and believe me, he was not bored with me.
He had a thing with money. He could make a lot of it, so we lived the good life until five years later, he got leukemia and died. If I hadn’t had a son, I would have gone with him, I truly loved that man, but my boy was so sweet, and is still a wonderful son to me. I did not send him to Catholic school, however.
After my husband died I moved into a house in a new subdivision near my folks. My husband had left me enough money that I didn’t have to work for the rest of my life, but I had a great degree, and found a good job near my house. My folks, who were now retired, watched my boy when I was at work.
After I moved in, one of the neighbor ladies came by to welcome me. Almost right off the bat she asked, “Is there a Mr. in the house?” I said no, that I was a widow. Her face darkened, and she said, “Oh, ummm, welcome to the neighborhood.” and then said she had to go. I wanted to call out to her, “Hide your husband, Bitch, Lila’s in town!” but resisted.
She had two married girlfriends, and I could see their families getting together, the young ones all playing. They wouldn’t let my son play with their young ones even though they were the same age, which I could tell hurt my son’s feelings. No one fucks with my family.
One day I was at the school to pick up my son and saw one of the husbands, Don. He was married to the woman that snubbed me. I said, “Hi” and he said, “Hello.” Just friendly banter. I asked him if his family had big plans for the weekend. He said, “No, my wife is taking the c***dren to her folks for a few days. I’m getting together with Harry and Rick,” the other husbands I was supposed to stay away from, “to play poker tonight.” “Sounds like fun.” I said. “I’m looking forward to the peace and quiet.” he replied. I thought, “I don’t know about the quiet, Pal, but I know you’re going to get a piece.”
I had my parents watch my son, got dolled up with a thin blouse, a nice skirt that was just above my knees, garter belt, nylons, and heels, with a scarf tied around my neck. I hadn’t lost my figure after my son was born. If anything, my breasts got larger, which of course I lost when I hit my 70s.
I waited until I saw the other men arrive, waited 20 minutes and then I walked over there and knocked on the door. Don answered, and looked me up and down and said, “Hi Lila.” I didn’t know he knew my name. I said, “Look Don, I’m going to the store, and I figured with Janet gone I could pick up anything you may need.” I looked inside, saw Harry and Rick, and waved. They waved back. He said he was okay for groceries.
I asked, “How’s the game going?” “Okay” he said, “I’m losing already.” I said, “You know, I used to play poker a lot at the University. Any chance you could squeeze in a fourth?” and then the clincher, “I lose a lot, but I love to play.” Harry yelled back, “Let her in Don, we can use another player.” Don looked like he knew the shit would hit the fan if Janet heard about this, but he was looking at my breasts when he said, “Yeah, that would be fun, I guess.” So I came in, I asked for the same thing they were drinking, a beer, and settled down to play.
We were having a lot of fun, laughing, drinking, and playing. After awhile I was down a bit. I was losing on purpose. I said, “We should play strip poker, I think I have more clothes to take off than you fellas.” The three of them enthusiastically said things like, “I haven’t done that since college,” and, “You’re going to get cold, Lila, when we take all your clothes.”
The atmosphere instantly changed when I started losing my clothes. The friendly back and forth changed to a quiet hunger. When I had to stand up and drop my skirt, they got an eyeful of my nicely trimmed mound, my legs wrapped in expensive, seamed nylons. The guys were down to their underwear, and by what I could see, they all had nice size packages. Then I had to take off my blouse. Since I didn’t have a bra on they got to see model quality tits, if I do say so myself.
I had no stretch marks from my son. Just creamy skin, top to bottom. I think it was Rick that gave a low whistle. I had on my scarf, my nylons and my garter belt. When I lost the scarf, I said, “Fellas, I concede defeat. I think I should keep my nylons and garter belt on. I’m tired of poker, why don’t the three of you just fuck me.” The guys looked at each other, and then me.
I got up, put my high heels back on, and walked to the bedroom. The next thing I heard was chairs moving on the floor as they followed me to the bedroom where I was lying on my back, arms extended like I was on the cross, one knee up, legs slightly spread. Those guys acted like they hadn’t been laid in a long time. Their hands were all over and in me. I kissed Don, long and hard, as Rick got between my legs and gave me a very decent eating.
Harry couldn’t take it and told Rick to move, spreading my legs wide, Don moving down to suck my tits. I felt Harry’s cock go deep inside of me. I was so wet from thinking about this happening all day, and Rick’s expert mouthing.
I told Harry to wait, had him lie down on the bed, got in my favorite position straddling him, and sunk down on his nice sized prick. I then said, “Don, I want you in my ass.” “What? Are you sure?” he said, his eyes getting big. I hissed, “Yesss, now.” and he hurried behind me, wet his cock with spit, and eased it into my ass. It hurt so good. I said, “Come on, Rick, push that baby down my throat.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He got in front of me, grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled me onto his glistening shaft. I was surprised. Rick was the least manly of the trio, but he had the biggest cock, and was really using my mouth like a pussy.
The three of them got into a great rhythm. I started cumming and just didn’t stop. My ass, pussy and throat were on fire. These guys wanted me in the worst way, and I was all for it. I knew Rick would cum first, the way he was slamming his cock down my throat. Then Harry came hard into my pussy filling me with buckets of cream. I just rested on Harry, as he started to get smaller as Don started building to a mind blowing orgasm in my ass that took me along with him. My God that felt good.
Rick staggered back and slouched into a large upholstered chair, his cock and balls hanging in front of the cushion. I laid on my back in the middle of the bed and Don and Harry got on either side of me, slowly running their hands all over my body. Don said, “I’ve got a mess to clean up.” and we all laughed. I told him I’d help.
Don said, “Janet told me that it wasn’t good having a single woman in the neighborhood. That she would try to steal a husband away.” I said, “Guys, I don’t want you to marry me, I want you to screw me. I don’t want or need a husband.” Rick said, “That’s okay with me,” and the others agreed. Harry said, “Lila, thank you. I hate to admit it but Nancy only makes love to me twice a year - on my birthday and our anniversary. I needed that.” I rolled toward him and kissed him. He smiled. Rick said, “You know, I think Pam is a lesbian.” We all looked at him shocked. He said, “Really, she begrudgingly screws me about every other month, but I catch her looking at women all the time.”
My wheels started turning in my head, lesbian, huh?. Don, somewhat acidly said, “You guys aren’t married to the ‘Ice Queen.’ She’s constantly telling me that I’m useless, and I don’t make enough, and this isn’t what she hoped for in a marriage. I work my ass off to provide for the family, and all I get is grief.” She acts like I’m really putting her out when I ask if we can make love, and it’s not all that often.
I rolled toward him and said, “I won’t give you grief.” He kissed me. I told him go wash off, I want you in my pussy. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. When he came back, I could see all three were ready for round two, so I had Rick lay down, I laid down on top of him with my back to him, and eased his cock into my ass. It was easier since Don had cum in it already. I told Don to get in my pussy. He moaned as he eased it in, feeling Rick’s hard cock in my ass, my pussy involuntarily spasming around him. Then I motioned for Harry to slide his cock down my throat. I hoped that this was the start of a beautiful relationship.
We took our time on this go around. No one seemed to be in a hurry. I caressed the men’s bodies, and they slowly ran their hands over me. We began to breath harder and harder as the men began to race toward climax. I have no idea who came when because I started cumming and just lost all track of conscious thought. I was immensely happy with my new lovers. I swore this wouldn’t be the last, and from the way the men held me tightly, I know they were thinking the same thing. My next post will be about their wives.
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