The Amorous Adventures of a Glamour-Slut Housewife 2

by Richard (Dick) Wright

Chapter 2: The Poker Party

There were a couple of John Russo’s friends: Rags and Angelo, Sandy, Nick and Joey, three Wops, a Mick and a Kraut, all of whom formed an informal group that played poker on Wednesday nights.

Sometimes they rented a motel room and invited Barb up to join them. They withheld ten per cent of every pot for her, and of course, she didn’t mind snorting a line or two of cocaine once in a while. She really enjoyed these guys. Barbara wasn’t much of a drinker, but would allow an occasional sip of Meyers’ rum and orange juice to pass her lips, to wash the semen down.

Rich had joined them once, but not being swingers themselves, they were a little uncomfortable with her husband there while Barbara pranced around in her red panty-less, demi-bra and garter belt ensemble with matching fishnet hose and high-heeled shoes. He sat in for a few hands but he was not a seasoned calculator of the odds and anyway, who could concentrate with the lewd vision of abject promiscuity that Barb presented as she sat on laps, caressed five o’clock shadows with her gloriously exposed nipples and groped into trouser zippers with her hands. At one point, following Rich’s suggestion after he had folded, she crawled around on her hands and knees, under the table to perform fellatio on one and all.

Rich enjoyed watching their poker faces above the table and trying to figure out who was poking Barbara’s face, below. And she loved every minute of it herself, for she worshipped cocks with ecstatic fervor. They all seemed to have their own unique personalities, and unlike their owner’s faces and bodies, which could easily be categorized from attractive to repulsive, Rich’s wife revered all penises equally for their awesome diversity.

Barbara ritualistically unzipped each player and caressed their hairy tools with her face and mouth. Watching their erections grow was like gardening to her and she tended each twitching phallus with loving care simultaneously stimulating every organ she could reach with both of her hands and her nurturing mouth. The squishing and slurping that emanated from beneath the card table harmonized with the shuffling and flicking of the cards on the table top.

It pleased her husband to be included in turn as she made her way around the group. She massaged his prick with her hand and he could see her lovely face fucking Sandy, the man next to him. Her supple breasts bobbed and weaved as she simultaneously jerked him and another player on the other side of Sandy, who quickly tensed up in orgasmic prelude. The beautiful whore knew that her blow-job was about to bear fruit and she enthusiastically increased her oral attention with addictive fervor. When Sandy could no longer hold himself back (and what man could?), he closed his eyes and threw his head back as his pelvis jerked off the seat and his white frothy ejaculate erupted onto her lips and cheeks, which she expertly used to coax each spastic geyser. What a sight! Here was the woman Rich loved with all his heart and soul shamelessly hosing her beautiful face with cum as she balanced the twitching, spewing meat-nozzle on her lips and playfully allowed the globular whitewash to deco!
rate her complexion. All the while, she dutifully stroked every penis she could reach with her free hands.

She was a true artist, playing each organ with expert virtuosity until each movement reached its showering climax. When she finally emerged, it was obvious that she had performed her job with great aplomb, for her make-up was smeared and her face was decorated with several loads of dripping semen, most of it dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

Barbara would then take a little break, tidy up, re-do her hair, reapply her make-up and change into another one of her slutty outfits. This time it was her leather, open-crotch thong with the chrome-plated chain, slipping down the length of her shaved cunt. Self-supporting, sheer charcoal stockings terminated in shiny black stilettos.

This outfit included a chrome-studded, black leather collar with six shiny chains, radiating out of both sides of a central sternum strap. They draped across her naked breasts and gathered together along their terminus, girdling her rib cage just under her tits, and fastened in the back. Her cafe au lait-colored nipples seemed to delight in this cold-chained bondage, for they positively stood at attention, saluting the ceiling. There wasn’t a hint of sag to Barbie’s mammary glands and her arched-back posture always set their pert tips at a most favorable angle. Black leather chrome-studded cufflets rounded out the picture and she looked like a starlet in an X-rated Hercules or Xena spoof.

She sauntered over to the bar with a seductive quivering jiggle of her naked flanks and snorted a couple of lines, then, having mixed herself a drink, she boosted herself up, onto the bar and spread her legs so everyone could see her luscious, hairless cunt with its inner lips bisected by the silver chain. The pussy juices that were, by this time, dripping voluminously down her inner thighs glistened in the yellow motel room light and bespoke her own sensual excitement.

Barbara began fingering herself and her distracted husband forgot about the cards and started fingering himself, as well. The others seated around the table, also laid down their cards, turned their chairs to face the makeshift stage and sat there, smoking like chimneys as Barbara arched and swayed to the tinny music coming from the music video channel on the television.

She continued to tease her pussy and lifting her knees up and out, she produced a gold tipped vibrator from heaven knows where. Turning it on, Barbara gently stroked herself with its gracefully tapered tip. She demurely feigned at suckling her free forefinger, allowing her inviting tongue to extend out and slide along the digit, with its fiery red nail at the tip. Her beautiful eyes were heavily shadowed a twilight shade of blue, and the mascara on her eyelashes seemed to be painted on so thick that her lids could hardly hold them up.

She turned herself around and stuck her pear-shaped ass up and out at the men, while she rested on her elbows, with her torso bent around so they could see her dangling breasts, swaying to and fro. Their erect nipple-tips glided across the marbleized, black Formica counter top.

The golden dildoe flashed across her tortured clitoris and reaching around to the crack between her gloriously firm but supple arse cheeks, Barb slid its vibrating tip under the leather butt floss, nestled deep within her crack. Peeling the tether out and over the curvature of her undulating hip, her shaved vagina was shockingly displayed in this most alluring and suggestive position.

All the guys were now sitting on the edges of their seats, squirming in their wet trousers as they anxiously anticipated what they all knew was to follow. They focused their collective gaze on this posterior view of Barbara’s swollen pudenda and flared pussy lips, which pointed like an inviting arrow, up to her filthy little shit hole. She read their nasty thoughts and with an impish smile, traced a saliva-moist line around her lips with her tongue. Once she had milked this dramatic moment to its fullest, she inserted the shiny shaft, inch by patient inch, deep into her cunt.

She then commenced to fuck herself, doggie-style with the vibrating tool, plunging it repeatedly from every angle all throughout her dripping hole with a sound not unlike one walking in wet shoes. She was moaning with the pleasure of the act and her anticipation of the main course of live meat that was to follow.

But she wasn’t through yet. Sufficiently lubricated with her own ejaculatory secretions, Barbara then slid the tip of the shining wand up to her puckered brown-eye. Judiciously lathering the periphery of the orifice with the juices on the vibrator, she threw her head back with a splayed flurry of her glorious mane and jammed its pointed tip home. She let out a low grunt and dropped her head back down to her left hand, which gripped the edge of the bar. She slowly stroked her toy in and out of her anus with the same repetitious verve as her cunt probing. Rich detected the twinkle in Barbara’s half-closed eye, signaling the playful pleasure with which she performed this exhibitionistic panorama. He knew that his wife derived great pleasure in titillating him in this way, especially in front of a group of horny guys who would each soon have his way with her.

Most husbands would be appalled by such behavior in a wife, but Rich positively reveled in it for he knew that theirs was a relationship of no common order. He enjoyed being married to a slut and delighted in the fact that her love for him was synergistically enhanced by her seductions for his own voyeuristic enjoyment. Even when Barbara fucked around in his absence, it was with his complete acquiescence and approval because Rich’s fantasy image of his whore-wife was like a narcotic to him. How delightful it was to empathize with her shamelessly innocent desire to please men in such a truly human way and explore the deepest regions of her own sexual fulfillment at the same time.

There wasn’t much more poker playing that night as one by one, the participants, forsaking their silly child’s game, proved their manhood by fucking Barbara silly on the motel room bed. Their styles weren’t anything to write home about for they were not accustomed to public sexual performance but the controlled screams and the occasional long, low, unearthly moan, that Rich had first heard on his wedding night, indicated a good time being had by all.

The fuck-fest played out with all the guys surrounding the bed, stroking their own erections and patiently awaiting their respective turns with the object of their collective lust who was Rich’s own gloriously accommodating slut-wife.

At one point during the the gang-bang, her husband fetched the little tray with the cocaine and seated beside his Barbara with Joey plowing away at her with his stiff, hairy hard-on, lovingly ladled the white powder into her nostrils. The coke-slut sniffed the narcotic deep into her head while her face positively glowed with the ecstasy of sexual passion fueled by the ramming action of a real live, rock-hard cock. Her knees gripped the stud’s rib cage and she rocked fore and aft with each demanding thrust.

John then eased his rigid rod into her mouth which she engulfed reflexively and it wasn’t long before his sticky white secretions were gushing across her lips and nose. Rags then stepped up to Barb’s face and Angelo took the other side. Barbara greedily slurped and gagged on the two of them, taking both tools simultaneously into her mouth. Their streaming ejaculations soon filled her mouth and overflowed down her cheeks. She couldn’t swallow the gooey spunk fast enough and she smiled at herself for being such a greedy pig. Of course, she was quite proud of herself too for the alacrity with which she could bring them off. Some babes could clumsily suck and lick for hours and never accomplish what she could in seconds. Once the last load had been delivered and all the guys were lounging around the bar, drinks, good cheer and dripping, flaccid penises being displayed by all, Rich took his turn at the slattern of the night who, he was happy to call his wife.

Rich loved "sloppy seconds" with his bride for she was totally disheveled and drenched with sweat and semen. Her nose and cheeks were dusted white and bore tracks of both fluids making snail-trails through the residual cocaine around her nostrils. Barb’s lipstick was almost completely gone and her eye shadow and mascara were commingling ghoulishly. Most of her costume was laying in a heap on the floor, but her smoky stockings still enveloped her shapely legs, despite the rips and tears that revealed bare flesh underneath. She was still stiletto-shod.

To Rich, she was the most beautiful and sexy woman on earth and he never loved her more than at that moment when she welcomed him into her warm embrace. He could have been just another horny guy, but she made him feel special in a way that bonded him to her more and more with each passing day.

They snorted more coke, took a few sips of her Planter’s Punch and Rich lowered his lips to her rosy cunt to soothe its bruised tissue with his tongue. Her cunt tasted so skanky that he almost gagged, but her hips started rolling up and down and she squeezed her thighs around his ears as she pushed her hungry pussy into her husband’s mouth as if she hadn’t been fucked in years. Rich swung his body around to the soixante-neuf position and cleaned the whole area up, spick and span, with his tongue. He sucked all the vile juices into his mouth and gulped them down.

Sensing the possible distaste that these fluids might present, Barbara released his stiff cock from her sucking lips and handed Rich her drink. He gulped it down thankfully as she resumed her dick licking, pumping his shaft to full erection with her hand as she enveloped his glans with her lips and stroked the frenulum with her semen-hungry tongue. Rich let the glass fall to the carpet and resumed making love to her clitoris. He purposefully avoided fingering her G-spot, sensing that she might be too sore inside. This supposition proved to be correct when she suggested, "Honey, please, why don’t you fuck me in my arse?"

"Just what I had in mind, my little slut-bucket," Rich chirped. He resumed his former position, kneeling between her legs. She obligingly lifted her knees and slid a bunched-up pillow under her. Her loving partner guided his hard-on into her back door which gave way to his purposeful insertion all too willingly. She reprised her eerie, low-pitched wail as her spouse rammed his penis deeper inside her Hershey highway and he watched it slide home right down to his pubic bone. He had never been harder and he marveled at her capacity to take it so completely. He reveled in the warmth of her rectum for her sphincter gripped every contour of his rigid member as it slipped luridly in and out of Barbara’s poop portal.

Directing his gaze down at the source of his burning passion, Rich realized why the warmth was synergistically spreading throughout his entire groin. Barbie was peeing on him while he pumped her butt hole. There was initially, just a tentative little welling that flowed, then ebbed, while Rich glided his manhood deep inside her and then slowly extracted it almost to the swollen tip. Then, there was more gushing that stopped again when he withdrew.

Barbara’s voice was now at peak shriek, "Ohhh god," she wailed, " I’m cummmmmmmming." She was panting like a sprinter at the finish line. "Yeah, and you’re pissing, too," Rich remarked sarcastically. The look on Barbara’s face was one of complete surprise as she looked down between her legs and saw the geyser shooting straight up and onto her man’s naked chest. The image was too erotic for Rich and he extracted his cock to flick its spewing contents out onto her hairless vagina as the golden stream receded its relieving flow from out of Barbie’s piss-hole.

They were both spent and surprised when the partiers, who had gathered around to view the spectacle applauded their joint performance.

"Yeah, those are a fun bunch of guys," Rich agreed approvingly as he pulled the Mazda into the anticipated rest stop.