I watched the flickering candlelight dance across the polished wooden table as the cards fluttered in his hands. The sound of waves outside the beachside apartment was a soothing backdrop to the tension in the air. Ethan, the picture of confidence with his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, grinned at me across the table. "Looks like you're on a winning streak tonight, Chris," he said, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a challenge.
Carol, my wife and as the flirtatious spark plug of the group, pouted. Her dark waves of hair framed a face that was flushed from the wine and the heat of the game. "I'm broke," she declared dramatically, pushing her chips towards the center of the table.
"Let's give the girls some room," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, reaching behind her to unhook her bra below her dress. She pulled it out with a flourish, the lacy fabric fluttering before landing with a soft thud on the table. The room froze as the tension spiked. "That should be worth at least two chips," Carol giggled, her eyes gleaming as she pushed the bra closer to the pile.
Mia's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, but she couldn't resist the thrill of the moment. She looked over at Ethan, who was leaning back in his chair with a knowing smile. He nodded almost imperceptibly, the silent permission sending a jolt of excitement through me. She stood up slowly, the fabric of her sundress whispering against her skin. The room felt hotter than it had been a moment ago, the candles casting flickering shadows across her body. With a playful wiggle, she let her panties slide down her legs from underneath her dress, smoothing it down again and putting the panties on top of the pile.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the challenge in them. My heart was racing as I reached for my shirt buttons. Ethan had already taken his off, his muscular chest gleaming slightly with sweat. I followed suit, revealing the slightly softer, less toned torso of a man in his fifties. The contrast between the two of us was stark, but Mia's gaze remained on me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She took a sip of her wine, her lips leaving a crimson kiss on the edge of the glass.
I won the next hand with a straight flush. As I gathered the chips, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander back to Mia's panties. They lay there, a scandalous trophy of our little game. Without a word, I reached over and picked them up, holding them to my nose and inhaling deeply. The scent was faint but unmistakable, a hint of her arousal mixed with the faint floral scent of fabric softener. The room felt charged with a silent electricity, and Ethan's eyes gleamed with amusement at the sight of his wife's underwear in my hand.
Carol shot me a sly glance, her eyes gleaming with both amusement and a hint of accusation. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself a little too much, Mr. Pervert," she teased. I couldn't resist the urge to smirk back at her.
"It's hard to resist to such a nice price," I replied smoothly, winking at Mia as I folded the panties and placed them in my pocket. Carol's eyes flickered down to my crotch before she retorted with a grin, "Oh yes, hard it is," her voice laden with a double entendre.
Mia's laugh was the sweetest sound in the room, her eyes twinkling with delight. But as I watched her, I noticed the way she squirmed in her seat, the slight rise and fall of her chest becoming more pronounced. The realization that she had an effect on me seemed to have an effect on her too. Her hand trailed down to the neckline of her dress, toying with the fabric as she took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. It was as if she were testing the waters, seeing just how far she could take this game of ours.
Ethan leaned in, his gaze shifting from Mia to me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He had seen the exchange, and it was clear he enjoyed the show. Each time Carol leaned forward to pick up her cards, the soft swell of her breasts threatened to spill out of her dress. It was impossible to miss the way his eyes lingered, savoring the view and I could not blame him.
"Alright, Mia," Ethan said, his tone playful but firm. "You're down to your dress. Time to up the ante."
Mia bit her lower lip, her eyes darting from her husband to me and back again. "But that's all I've got left," she protested, her voice a seductive whine that sent a shiver down my spine.
Ethan leaned back in his chair, his arms folded across his broad chest. "Those are the rules, darling," he said with a smirk. "You can always fold."
Mia's eyes narrowed playfully. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she replied with a hint of accusation in her voice.
"Oh, immensely," Ethan replied, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the room.
Mia's eyes darted to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, and she took a deep breath. "Fine," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and excitement. She stood up from the chair, her movements deliberate as she turned to face us. The dress slipped over her shoulders, revealing the mature and nicely shaped curves of her body.
Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples hardening as they grazed the fabric before finally revealing themselves to us. I could feel myself getting harder as I took in the sight of her. The wetness spreading between her thighs was unmistakable. She stepped out of the dress, standing before us in naked glory. The candlelight cast a warm glow across her skin, making her look like a living statue of desire.
When it was my turn to stand up and surrender my boxers, she gasped as my cock sprang free, staring right at her. It was a bold move, but I shrugged as if to say it was all her doing, my body responding to the electricity she had been building all evening. The air was thick with desire, and the candles flickered as if in approval. Mia's gaze was locked on me, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. I could see her pupils dilate as she took in the sight of my arousal.
Ethan chuckled, his eyes flicking between Mia and me, enjoying the spectacle. "Looks like we have ourselves a show," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the room.
Carol took the bait, her hand moving to cup her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She leaned back in her chair, her legs stretching out and crossing at the ankles, giving us all a tantalizing glimpse of her bare pussy. Her eyes were bright with excitement, her smile wide and teasing. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" she said, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to dance in the air.
Ethan's gaze was drawn to the show, his eyes darkening with desire. He licked his lips, his hand hovering over his own growing arousal, but he made no move to touch himself. Instead, he picked up his cards, his gaze flicking back to his wife, who was now sitting demurely, her legs crossed tightly, her arms folded over her chest. It was as if she was trying to contain the excitement that was threatening to spill over.
"Alright, let's make this interesting," Carol purred, her voice thick with desire. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Dare poker," she announced, the words dripping from her lips like honey.
Mia's eyes widened, but she didn't look away as Carol's hand slid down her own thigh, her fingers inching closer to the apex of her legs. The room was so quiet that the only sounds were the distant waves and the soft, rhythmic rustle of fabric against skin. "Everyone who wants to stay in the hand has to masturbate," she said, her voice gaining confidence. "And when you cum, you have to look into the eyes of the person you're most attracted to."
I felt a jolt of excitement at the new rule. The room was thick with lust and anticipation. Ethan's eyes gleamed with approval, and I knew he was enjoying the sight of our wife's exhibition. Mia's cheeks were crimson, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair, her gaze shifting from me to Ethan.
Carol was the first to act. Her eyes wandered from me, intrigued by my growing erection, to Mia, who looked down shyly, and then back to Ethan, who met her gaze with a smoldering intensity. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in an alluring rhythm. Then, without breaking eye contact with Ethan, she raised her hand to her mouth, her tongue darting out to moisten her fingers.
The sound of her saliva mixing with her arousal was the only noise in the room as she sucked in her lower lip and plunged two of her fingers into her wet pussy. Her eyes remained locked with Ethan's, the silent conversation between them speaking volumes. The way she moved her hand, the slickness of her skin, and the soft, gasping sounds she made as she touched herself were a symphony of desire. I watched, my own hand inching closer to my cock, but I held back, not wanting to break the spell.
It didn't take long before Carol's breath grew ragged, her chest heaving as she approached climax. Ethan leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, his own hand moving to stroke the length of his erection. Mia watched too, her mouth slightly open as she took in the erotic dance before her. As Carol's body began to tremble and she let out a soft cry, Mia couldn't help but steal glances at me, her eyes hungry for the reaction she was stirring within me.
It was finally Mia's turn, but she hesitated, her body coiled with a mix of shyness and desire. "I don't know if I can do this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in closer, my eyes searching hers. "You're beautiful, Mia," I assured her, my voice low and sincere. "I've been thinking about this all night."
Her face reddened even further, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she took a deep, shaky breath. She glanced down at the table, where the cards lay forgotten amidst the pile of discarded clothing. With a quiet nod, she closed her eyes, her hand shakily moving to the apex of her thighs. The candlelight danced across her skin as she slid her fingers between her closed legs.
"Come on, Mia," I encouraged softly, my own hand hovering over my erection, aching for release but eager to see hers. "Let go and enjoy yourself."
Mia's hand paused, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, a mix of uncertainty and excitement swirling in their depths. Carol leaned towards her, her voice a seductive purr, "You are so sexy, darling, and I'm not just saying that. I can see it in Chris's eyes too."
Her words seemed to break the dam of Mia's inhibitions. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest rising with the effort. Her hand between her legs began to move with more purpose, her fingers tracing the outline of her sex. The room was a symphony of heavy breathing and the occasional clink of a chip as the cards were played.
Mia's legs parted, her knees falling open like the petals of a blooming flower, revealing the pink, glistening folds of her sex to us all. She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she touched herself with more urgency. Her other hand found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, her thumb flicking over the tightening nubs of her nipples. The candlelight painted her skin with a warm glow, making the scene even more erotic.
We all watched, our breathing shallow and our eyes glued to Mia's hand as it moved in a blur between her legs. Carol leaned closer, her own hand idly working herself, her eyes never leaving Mia's face. And I, I watched with a fascination that was bordering on obsession, taking another whiff of her panties and had to steel myself for not touching me until it was my turn.
Mia's movements grew more erratic, her breath coming in short gasps. She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a white mark, and her eyelashes fluttered as if trying to keep a secret from the world. The tension grew, and the room felt like it was shrinking, the air thick with the scent of desire.
Her hand moved faster, the sound of her wetness growing louder with each stroke. Her body began to shake, and she let out a soft, guttural moan that seemed to resonate through every cell in my body. It was unlike anything I had ever heard, a raw expression of pleasure that seemed to be torn from her very soul. Her breath hitched, and she gripped the armrest of the chair so hard that her knuckles turned white.
I could see the moment she was about to come, the way her body tensed and her face contorted in a silent scream. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked right at me, her pupils dilated and dark. It was as if she was daring me to look away, but I was lost in her gaze, unable to tear my eyes from the woman who had so thoroughly captivated me.
As Mia climaxed, her body shuddered with pleasure, and a gush of wetness spilled out from between her legs, soaking the chair. She let out a cry, a sound that was part relief and part victory, and the room seemed to pulse with the force of her orgasm. For a moment, everything else faded away, and it was just her and me, our eyes locked in a silent declaration of lust.
I leaned back in my chair, a smug smile playing on my lips as I blew her a kiss, the gesture as much a "thank you" as it was a silent promise of what was to come. She blushed a deeper shade of red, the heat from her cheeks seemingly spreading across her entire body. It was a sight that was both innocent and erotic, and I felt a surge of desire that was almost painful.
Ethan cleared his throat, bringing everyone's attention back to the game. "Alright," he said, his voice gruff with desire. "It's my turn, and I've got to admit, I'm pretty wound up." He looked over at Carol, his eyes dark with need. "Where do you want it?"
The question hung in the air, thick with innuendo. Carol's eyes lit up, and she licked her lips. "Hmm," she murmured, her hand still moving between her legs. "How about on my breasts?"
Ethan's eyes widened, and his hand moved faster. "If you insist," he said, his voice strained with effort. "But I've got to admit, watching you two has gotten me pretty worked up."
Carol's eyes gleamed as she got up from her chair, the sound of her bare feet on the tiles echoing in the room. She walked over to him, her hips swaying with every step. I watched her, my heart racing as she knelt before him, her back straight and her breasts pushed out, offering them up to him like a sacrifice to some pagan god. The sight of her, so open and willing, was like a punch to the gut.
Ethan's hand slowed, his gaze taking in the sight before him. He looked at me, a question in his eyes, and I nodded, my mouth dry. The room was spinning with the thrill of the moment, my heart racing as I watched my wife kneel before him. It was a fantasy come to life, one that had danced in the shadows of my mind for years.
He leaned back in his chair, his cock standing tall and proud before her. Carol's eyes were glued to it, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she reached out with trembling hands. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together, creating the perfect target for Ethan's release. It was a sight that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a moment that was so far beyond the realm of our usual marital play that I could hardly believe it was happening.
Mia watched from the corner of the room, her hand still resting on her thigh, the aftershocks of her own orgasm still pulsing through her. Her eyes were wide with fascination, her cheeks still flushed from her earlier performance. She was the silent observer in this intimate dance between my wife and her husband, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.
Ethan's hand moved in a blur, his breathing shallow and erratic as he watched Carol's breasts bob with each heartbeat. His eyes narrowed in concentration, and I could tell he was close, his cock straining as if begging for release. "Here goes," he grunted, his voice deep and guttural.
With a flick of his wrist, he let go, and a rope of cum arced through the air. For a moment, it seemed like it was moving in slow motion, a glistening thread connecting his desire to my wife's offered flesh. But his aim was off, and the first spurt hit her square in the face.
Carol gasped, more from shock than disgust, her eyes going wide with surprise as the hot liquid splattered across her cheek and into her open mouth. She blinked rapidly, her tongue darting out to taste the salty essence of his climax. The look on Ethan's face was a mix of embarrassment and pure, primal satisfaction. He had not meant to miss, but the moment had caught him off guard, his body reacting to the intensity of the situation.
Mia and I couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the room crackling with the sudden release of energy. Carol's eyes sparkled with mischief as she licked her lips, a smear of cum glistening on her chin. "Well, that wasn't what I was expecting," she murmured, her voice filled with laughter.
Ethan's face was a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he watched his wife, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "I'm sorry, Carol," he managed, his hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock.
But Carol was unfazed. With a wink in my direction, she got up from the floor and sauntered around the table, her hips swinging with each step. "Your turn," she purred, her hand reaching out to grip my erection. Her touch was firm and sure, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through my body.
Leaning down, she brought her lips to mine, the faint taste of Ethan's cum mingling with the sweetness of her wine-kissed mouth. It was an unexpected and intoxicating mix, a declaration of her desire and the seal of our newfound freedom. I stared at her in shock for a moment, the reality of what was happening crashing over me like a wave. But the fire in her eyes and the insistent pressure of her hand on my cock told me that she was serious.
With a gentle squeeze, she pulled back suddenly, leaving me bobbing hard. "Let's not keep the party waiting," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot and tickling the sensitive skin. I nodded, my thoughts a jumble of lust and disbelief. She returned to her seat, her hand never leaving me, guiding me as if I were a marionette.
As I sat back down, I couldn't resist reaching for Mia's panties again. They were like a secret treasure, a symbol of the desire that had been simmering between us all evening. I brought them to my face, inhaling her scent deeply. This time, she didn't gasp. Instead, she smiled, a knowing curve of her lips that spoke of her pleasure at my reaction.
"You are so sexy," I murmured, my voice thick with lust. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the words just slipped out, as if my thoughts had a mind of their own. Mia's eyes widened, and she looked down at her bare feet, toes curling slightly as if in response to my words. "And I absolutely have fallen for your cute, delicate feet," I confessed before I could think better of it. The room went quiet, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside.
Her smile grew, and she playfully stuck out her tongue. "Oh really?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "And why would you not come over to me and kneel before me so you could have a closer look?"
Without hesitating, I rose from my chair and made my way to her side of the table. My knees hit the tiles with a soft thud, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability as I knelt before her. She looked down at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "There you go," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
Mia lifted her foot, bringing it closer to my face. It hovered there for a moment, the scent of her skin intoxicating, before she gently placed it against my cheek. "Kiss it," she instructed, her tone sweet yet demanding. I could feel the heat of her flesh, the softness of her skin, and the slight dampness from the earlier excitement.
Her foot was small, yet it filled my world as I leaned in to obey. My lips grazed her arch, and I kissed the delicate curve of her foot with a reverence that surprised even me. Her toes curled slightly, a soft giggle escaping her as she watched my reaction. It was a simple act, yet it was charged with a power that I hadn't anticipated. The room felt like it was spinning as I pressed my mouth against the softness of her sole, tasting the sweetness of her skin.
Mia's other foot began to move, a slow dance across the floor until it reached my crotch. My eyes shot up to hers, and I saw the challenge in her gaze. Without breaking the contact of her foot against my cheek, she began to tease me, her toes lightly brushing against my rock-hard erection. I bit back a moan as she traced the length of my shaft, her movements deliberate and teasing.
Then, with a suddenness that made me gasp, she pulled back her foot from my crotch and brought it to her own face. Her eyes never left mine as she licked her lips and spat a dollop of saliva onto the arch of her foot. She spread it with her fingers, a wicked smile playing on her lips, before lowering her foot back to my crotch. The wetness coated my erection, acting as a natural lubricant as she began to stroke me once more.
"Cum for me, Chris," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down my spine. "Show me how much you love my cute feet." The words were like a spell, weaving around me, tightening the coil of desire until I was ready to burst. I could feel it building, a crescendo of pleasure that had been growing all night. My hips moved faster, matching the tempo of her strokes, her soft sole sliding over my sensitive skin.
It was too much. With a guttural growl, I erupted, my cum spurting out in a hot, sticky mess. I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Just in time, Mia brought her second foot down, the arch of it pressing against my pulsing tip to catch the last of my release. She chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, as she spread the warm, sticky liquid between her feet, using it like a fine lotion. The sensation was overwhelming, the reality of the situation setting in as my body convulsed in the throes of climax.
Looking up, I met Carol's gaze. She had a playful smirk on her face, shaking her head as she took in the scene before her. "Pervert," she mouthed, but there was no malice in her tone, only a knowing amusement. I couldn't help but grin back, the post-orgasmic haze clouding my judgment. Mia, on the other hand, was positively glowing. She looked down at her feet, now glistening with my cum, and smiled sweetly.
"I liked that," she murmured, her voice like velvet. "I've never had such a nice pup cumming at my feet."
We all chuckled, the awkwardness dissipating like fog in the morning sun. Ethan got up, his cock still at half-mast, and began to collect the scattered articles of clothing. "Well, that was certainly a hand... or foot... I didn't expect to be dealt," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Mia withdrew her foot from my crotch, the wetness leaving a sticky trail on the floor as she stepped away. She looked down at her cum-covered soles with a playful grin. "I guess we'll need to get some towels," she said, wiggling her toes.
Carol chuckled, leaning back in her chair, her eyes still on me. "Well, Mr. Pervert, I'm sure you'd like to lick it off," she said, her tone teasing. I felt a rush of heat to my face, but I couldn't deny the truth in her words. The idea of tasting myself on Mia's foot was oddly alluring.
Mia looked down at me, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Actually," she began, a hint of challenge in her voice, "I was thinking of keeping it for myself." With that, she slipped back into her heels, the click-clack of them on the tiles a stark contrast to the silence that had fallen over us. She stepped over to where Ethan was collecting their things, her movements graceful despite the sticky mess coating the bottom of her feet and they soon left.
Carol watched her go, her own desire still palpable in the air. "Well, I can see why you like her," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Mia's retreating form. "But I think it's our turn to have some fun."
I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. My cock was still half-hard, the remnants of my orgasm sticking to my stomach and chest. She took my hand and led me to our bedroom, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Look what she's left for you," she said, holding up her discarded panties. "At least something to get you going if Pavlov was right," she smirked, her voice thick with desire.
The fabric was still saturated with her cent, and I couldn't resist bringing it to my face. The musky aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils, and I felt myself getting hard again. She watched me with a knowing smile, her eyes dancing with mischief. "While you do that," she said, her hand moving down to her own crotch, "I'll just be over here thinking about Ethan's big, hard cock."
Oh, how I loved that dirty mind of hers.
