Taken or given?

My wife bet her dress during a poker game with a friend of mine, and it escalated from there.

When this happened, we were in our mid-30s and had been married for 10 years. We started dating in High School, first becoming good friends, and eventually lovers. We split up in college and both of us experimented with other people, but nothing serious. We reconnected after college, and were married within a year.

My name is Peter and I'm an average looking guy with an average sized cock. I'm in pretty good shape with 10 extra pounds around the middle, but I wear it well.

My wife is Samantha, but everybody calls her Sam. Having just retired from the military, she's in a little better shape and weighs in at only a couple of pounds heavier than when she graduated High School. Her 34 C-cups have little sag and I still find her extremely sexy.

We have a great sex life and still fuck multiple times a week. We talk about our needs and fantasies occasionally, which keeps things fresh. However, there is that odd itch that needs to be scratched once in a while.

So, I met my friend Paul in High School. He was super smart then, but thin and socially awkward. I knew from gym class that he had a larger than average, uncut cock, but it seemed to me then that it would go to waste. I had no idea that he would take up weight training in college and blossom into a cut, confident man.

But he was still smart and knew that his real friends were the ones that accepted him before, like me and Sam. I guess that's why he stopped by on a semi-regular basis to play poker with me - our friendship was real. And he had a thing for my wife.

I figured that out when we were still dating, but it never bothered me. In fact, quite the opposite. It was an ego boost and a turn on to me that other men desired what I already had. If you don't get it, then stop reading now, because there's no way to explain it or convince you.

Anyway, one Friday night Paul was over and we were playing poker as usual. He was slowly winning again and I was $50 down. It wasn't a big deal, we both had good jobs and the money was just to keep it interesting. He always brought over a good (expensive) bottle of something, so I didn't mind losing to him.

But this evening was different; Sam joined us about an hour into the game. She had done this once before, but it was a rarity. Maybe it was because she had been enjoying the fine whiskey Paul had bought.

She didn't have much cash, and on the third hand she found herself needing more to stay in, and apparently she had a good hand because she asked to borrow $20 from me. I felt like she had been too reckless in the first two hands, so I decided to teach her a lesson and said no.

She pouted at Paul and asked him for an advance.

"I'll need some sort of security." He said.

"What will you accept?" She asked.

"I'd take your dress." He answered, smiling.

She hesitated. I couldn't believe she didn't turn him down immediately.

"OK. You're on, but $50, not just $20."

"Done." He said as he counted out the bills. "But I need to hold onto it until the end of the hand."

"What? I thought I would only have to give it up if I lost." She objected.

"That's not how this works. There needs to be an exchange. If you want the money, I need the dress."

My wife bit her lip, then smiled and started unbuttoning it. By the time it hit the floor, I was hard as a rock. I'll bet Paul was too. She was wearing a pretty normal bra and panty set, which probably revealed less than her bikini, but the erotic tension in the room jumped up anyway.

She had 2-pair, Queens over Jacks, which was a pretty good hand, but Paul's Full House beat that and my triple 2's. On the next hand, she folded and I lost another $20. Then came the penultimate hand of the evening.

I didn't have anything, but Sam must have because she raised everything she had. Paul raised her again, but she didn't want to back down and called.

"You're $50 short. What are you going to bet now?" Paul asked.

My normally modest wife unclasped her bra, removed it and threw it in the pot. I was pretty surprised at this move, but then there was a lot of money at stake. Paul licked his lips as he stared at her naked tits. I'm sure he didn't miss the fact that her nipples where hard and pointing right at him.

"OK, what do you have?" He demanded.

Pam turned her cards over. Full House, Jacks over Threes.

He grinned and laid his cards down. Four of a kind.

"You bastard." She blurted as he claimed the pot, including her bra.

"You want to put up something else so you can stay in the game?"

"No, you're too lucky for me." She said. "I'll just watch you take the last of Pete's money, and then call it a night."

Paul was visibly disappointed.

One the very next hand I finally got some good cards; 4 Kings. I went all in, hoping Paul wouldn't think I wasn't bluffing. But he went all in too. Shit, did he have a good hand too, or was he bluffing? I finally had a chance to beat him bigly, but did I want to risk putting up anything of that value?

"I don't want to fold, but I don't think I have anything I can put up that you would want." I said.

"There is one thing." He said, looking directly at my wife.

"What are we talking about exactly." I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

"If you win, you get all the money and get to take your wife to bed to celebrate. But if I win, I get the money, and I fuck Sam here, in front of you, while you watch. You get sloppy seconds." He said with excitement edging his voice.

I looked up to my wife standing by by side. She gave me the raised eyebrow look that often means "It's up to you."

"I'll give you two a chance to talk about it." Paul said.

I stood up and led Sam into the kitchen.

"This is crazy." I said.

"What kind of a hand do you have?"

I showed her.

"There's not many hands that can beat that." She said.

"True, but he's a lucky bastard. Do you want to risk it?"

"Normally I'd say no, but I'm feeling lucky tonight."

I looked into her eyes. They had that mischievous sparkle that told me she was ready for anything. The stakes were high, but from my point of view, I really wouldn't lose either way since I've always wanted to see my wife in the throes of passion as another man pounds his dick into her.

"All right then." I said and walked back into the dining room.

"I call."

"OK, but since we can't put Sam's ass in the pot, I think it's only fair she stands by me while we reveal our cards. There's no going back now." Paul said.

Sam went around the table and stood by my friend's chair. He put his hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze. She didn't object.

I laid down my cards. "Four Kings. Read 'em and weep."

"That's a great hand, and I can see why you bet everything on it." Paul said with a huge shit-eating grin. "But it doesn't beat a Straight Flush."

I was in shock. How could I lose?

Paul stood up and turned my wife to face him. I watched intently as she tilted her head back to look up at him. He bent down and started kissing her. Gently at first, but then with more force as she began kissing back. As their mouths opened, he started running his hands up and down her sides, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as they glided by.

Then he bent over and sucked one of her globes into his mouth. He must have been giving the nipple a good lashing with his tongue because Sam started moaning. She loves to have her tits sucked. He switched and gave the other one some attention. I couldn't move; my cock was as hard as a steel rod.

Paul squatted and hooked his fingers in the sides of Sam's panty. He slowly pulled them down, enjoying the slow reveal of her bush (most women didn't shave in those days). When he got them to the floor, she stepped out of them. On the way back up, he took a good look at her pussy.

He put his hand between her legs. "Oh, somebody is excited." He said and held up his wet fingers to prove it.

He stepped behind Sam and pushed on her back until her tits were flat on top of the cash in the middle of the table. Then Paul pushed her legs apart and I could tell he was playing with her cunt from behind because her eyes were shut and she was moaning.

I heard his zipper coming down. It was happening. My wife was going to get fucked right in front of me. I hoped he could make her cum; that would be the epic!

Sam's eyes suddenly popped open and she gasped. That's how I knew he'd pushed his cock into her.

"Oh! Go slow!" She groaned.

"I'm only half way in, baby."

"Oh fuck, give me a second to get used to you."

Normally my wife doesn't use the word 'fuck', so I knew her mind was being over- whelmed. Then it looked like he backed out and then pushed back into her.

"God, so big. You fill me up so good."

"Open your eyes baby and look at your husband as I fuck you."

She looked at me with lust dripping from her slitted eyes. I couldn't look away. I'm sure if I had just touched my cock, I would have cum. Paul started a slow, pounding rhythm. She was panting in time with his strokes. I was hypnotized.

The only sounds in the room were coming from my wife's squelching cunt and her low moaning. My throat was so tight, I wouldn't have been able to talk even if I wanted to.

"Uh, what a tight, hot pussy. Uh, just like I knew it would be. Fuck, you are so lucky, Pete, to have access to this every day." Paul grunted.

As his pace increased, so did Sam's panting. They were in synch; body and mind. For that moment, they were one. I was jealous, but also extremely aroused. The pure lust on my wife's face was blowing my mind. She had completely abandoned her body to another man and was reveling in the pure pleasure he was giving her.

She reached out towards me, trying to grip the other side of the table, I think. But she couldn't quite reach it. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms taut, holding her in place. I didn't need to, since she wasn't trying to escape. But this changed the sexual dynamic. Now I was no longer an observer, but an active participant helping another man take my wife.

Sam got a familiar look on her face and she closed her eyes tightly, as if she was concentrating on something. I knew this meant she was about to cum. Her body went rigid as her orgasm hit her. Paul continued pounding into her without even slowing down. About 30 seconds later, she came again, and this one was even more powerful than the first.

Now my wife was squirming and pulling back against my grip on her wrists. I held on tight and Paul picked up his pace. Sam was panting and squealing, unable to form words.

Paul was fucking her with urgency now, using shorter, jackhammer thrusts. I didn't think he would last much longer.

"I'm going to cum in your wife, Pete." He grunted. "Fill her with my spunk."

"Fuck me you bastard!" She shouted.

"Take it, slut, take my sperm." Paul gasped as he pushed in cock into Sam as hard and deep as he could, lifting her up onto the balls of her feet.

My wife shuddered in her third orgasm in as many minutes. Paul finished squirting his cum into my wife's steaming pussy and rested for a few seconds, obviously enjoying the feeling of his cock inside her.

Then he pulled out and used a couple of napkins from the table to clean off his wet cock. She had really creamed on him!

Sam slid down off the table and onto wobbly legs. Paul pulled his pants up and fastened them. Then he leaned in and kissed her gently, like a lover. Before he stepped away, he whispered something into her ear. I learned later that he said, "That was a dream come true."

On his way out the door he said, "Looking forward to next time, you two."

I took my wife into our bedroom and made love to her, bringing her to another climax and adding my sperm to Paul's.

"What do you think he meant about 'next time'?" I asked her.

"I don't know. Why do you ask?" She asked coyly.

"You know why."

"Did it turn you on to watch your friend fucking your wife?"

"Yes. But even more because you wanted it and came 3 times."

"Hmmm, he does have a nice cock. Maybe I will want it again some day. Would you like that?" She asked seductively.

"Oh fuck, you're making me hard again."

"Maybe I'll have to fuck other men more often."