“I don’t believe it,” whispered Ed,

“I don’t believe it,” whispered Ed, “If I find out that you are fucking with us, we’re gonna make you a real sorry boy, Scott.”

I excused myself and got up to get us some napkins. I went into the kitchen and found Tammy washing some dishes at the sink. I unzipped my zipper and pulled out my penis. She looked over her shoulder at me and then looked down at the ten-inch cock in my hand.

“Where you gonna put that, Big Boy?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” I said as I moved up behind her.

I bent my knees and slid my cock between her legs. I stood up until it was resting up against her cunt. She reached down and lifted the front of her skirt, staring at the head of my cock as it protruded from between her legs. She grasped the head in her hand and pulled it up against her pussy.

“Nice one,” she said.

My hands went around her shoulders and grasped her breasts in my hands through the thin sweater. I could feel her hard nipples straining against my palms. She began to move her hips forward and back, sliding on my cock, her liberal cunt juices lubricating it. My fingers found her nipples and I began to pinch and knead them. She groaned and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“I think they’re almost ready for you,” I whispered in her ear.

“Did you flat out tell them?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse with passion and her hips never stopped sliding along my cock shaft.

“No, I just primed them to the idea of it. They seemed receptive.”

“Do I just go out there right now and lay down on the table naked?” she asked.

“No, you are a good teaser. We should take advantage of that. You do want to take it slow and easy, don’t you.”

“At first,” she said, “Then I want it fast and rough.”

“Let’s do it my way, “I said, “Here’s my plan.”

I told her what she should do and how to do it. Then I reached around in front of her and under her skirt. I grabbed my cock head and stood up, lifting her feet off the ground. Her whole body rested on my cock and she leaned back against my chest. I pumped my hips a few more times and let her tiny body slide back and forth on my cock. Then I let go and she dropped to the floor. I managed to tuck my swollen cock back in my pants, seating it against my thigh and pulled her to me and kissed her hard again.

“You know what to do. Now do it,” I ordered.

I went back in and sat down. Every guy there had seen my erection straining against my pants this time. I didn’t care.

“Been playing baseball with Tammy in the kitchen?” asked Ed, “I see you have your baseball bat with you.”

They all laughed.

“No, I said, “I’ve just been planning the evening’s entertainment. You guys do want to be entertained, don’t you?”

Tammy came back out a few minutes later with more beers.

Just in time, it seemed. Everybody had gotten real thirsty, real fast. She picked up the tray with the remains of the appetizers and set it over on the coffee table. She came back and stood next to Dave.

“Who’s winning?” she asked.

“Uh, nobody really. We’re all pretty close to even,”

said Dave, “Why?”

“Well, I thought I’d sweeten the pots a little,” she replied.

“We don’t usually let women play in our poker games,”

said Ed.

“I didn’t say I wanted to play, I just wanted to sweeten the pots a little,” she said in that voice woman uses when a man isn’t quite listening to her.

“How are you going to do that?” asked Dan.

“Well,” she said, “I think I’ll drop a piece of paper in a pot occasionally and who ever wins the pot can read it.

He wins that as a prize.”

“What will these pieces of paper say?” asked Dave.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Tammy replied, “Do I get to play my little game?”

“Fine with me, said Dan, “I’m intrigued.”

“OK,” said Ed, “Maybe it will change my luck.”

“I’m willing to bet it will, Ed,” I replied, “How about you, Dave?”

“Let’s do it, I can’t dance,” he said.

“I thought all black guys could dance,” I teased him.

“No, we are all great athletes and have twelve inch…

uh….you know,” he said, getting embarrassed and looking in askance at Tammy.

“I think you meant to say ‘cocks’, didn’t you, Dave. I’ve heard the word before, you know. You don’t have to treat me like a lady.”

“Well, it’s true. I can’t dance worth a damn,” he said good-naturedly.

“Whose deal is it?” I asked picking up the deck.

“My deal,” said Ed, reaching for the cards. He anted for all of us and began to shuffle and deal. Tammy reached down the front of her sweater and took out a folded piece of paper with a number 1 on it. She tossed it in the pot.

Ed dealt five-card stud and after a last card showdown between he and Dave, Dave took the pot. He raked the chips into his pile. Then he picked up the piece of paper and opened it. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Read it out loud,” urged Dan, “What’s it say?”

Dave held the paper up and read “Order Tammy to sit on your lap and French kiss her for 30 seconds.” He put the paper down and whistled long and low. Dan’s jaw dropped. Ed sat there smiling and shaking his head is disbelief.

“Well,” I said, “Do it. Let’s keep this game moving.”

Dave looked up at Tammy, pushed his chair back from the table, took a deep breath and said, “Tammy, get your cute little ass over here, sit on my lap and French kiss me for thirty seconds.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Tammy obediently.

She threw her left leg over his legs, straddling him, slid up so her groin was against his crotch, put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him hard. Her hips ground down into his as they kissed. We could see his long tongue exploring her mouth as it bulged her cheeks occasionally.

“Holy fucking shit,” whispered Ed.

“Time’s up,” I said, after a few seconds, “Dan’s deal.”

Tammy stood up and lifted her leg back over Dave’s, giving everybody a flash of her cunny and stood there with her lipstick all smeared, breathing hard.

As Dan began to deal, she put another piece of paper in the pot. It had the number 2 on it.

This time Ed won. He seemed like he couldn’t care less about the chips. All he wanted to rake in was that piece of paper.

He opened it and began to read, “Pull down Tammy’s sweater and expose and kiss her left nipple.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered.

Tammy moved over and stood next to him. She thrust her chest out proudly at him. Ed looked at her breasts straining at the sweater and then looked around at all of us. He took a deep breath and reached up for her neckline. He stroked the top of her breast for a second or two and then slowly pulled the sweater down, stopping just before getting to her aureole.

“Oh God,” he whispered, looking around at all of us.

With a final tug, her left breast popped free and the sweater fell down off her left shoulder. Several pieces of numbered paper fell from her sweater as she shrugged her arm out of the sleeve. Her turgid nipple was sticking out a half an inch from a very swollen aureole. He reached up with both hands and cupped her breast gently. Then he leaned forward and licked the tip of the nipple. Tammy moaned and leaned forward. Ed let the nipple slip between his lips. He began to suck on it, then biting it between his teeth and pulling it gently away from her breast. Everybody was holding their breath as they watched him. Her breast was one of the most perfect they had ever seen. It jutted out from her chest with no sag or droop. Ed began to lick it from the base, up over the nipple and to her shoulder.

Then he went back to sucking it. His wife’s breasts were no more than 34-As. This was dream come true for him.