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Where James was loving and gentle, Richard was crass and rough with her. When she made love with her husband, she felt that connection and how deep it was between them. Richard's lust had been almost animalistic in the way he took her. And the way he had talked to her... My God, nobody had ever spoken to her or about her like that in her life. Sophie shivered in bed as she thought about the things he had said that night. It had made her feel like a whore, but that night she couldn't help how her body responded to the words.

"I'm going to fuck you every time I come to your office from now on, and you're going to let me," he had told her. But it wasn't enough for him, "And you're going to let me, isn't that right?" She couldn't believe that he had managed to get her to say yes. She had said yes, like she was some slut in heat, unable to control herself. Sophie blushed even in the dark of her bedroom, thinking about her answer, with her husband watching no less. She had been on the verge of an orgasm so powerful that her mind hadn't been able to focus on anything but trying to reach that precipice.

She didn't think she could face the man after that, but she couldn't put off seeing him forever. Even more terrifying to her, she had no idea if Richard would expect something to actually happen. When she and James had talked through everything, she had been able to sense how uneasy he was about her being alone with Richard going forward. She could sense the conflict in her husband. On one hand, his lust was ready to ignite at the thought of her with Richard, but she could also see his own trepidation, his uncertainty about Sophie's reaction.

Sophie had been adamant that she wasn't attracted to Richard, which was true. It wasn't that she was attracted to him. It was more that... no, it was too embarrassing to admit even to herself. She was a well-educated woman, a professional, a feminist, and a wife, for crying out loud. But she kept going back to that night. When she had started the lap dance, the moment that she had felt how... massive he was. It had stunned her to the point that she hadn't been sure it was real, even while she ground herself against it. His cock had dwarfed James' as it was at least a few inches longer, but it was the thickness that was really the difference. The sensation, the fullness of having it all inside her was what she couldn't get out of her mind.

It had taken a lot of work to get James to accept that she could continue seeing Richard in clinic without him having to worry, but she felt like she was deceiving him every time she craved that feeling of fullness. She had always heard how much size mattered, but she had never believed it, or at least she hadn't believed it would matter to her like this.

She looked over at her phone, thankful that she still had a few hours to sleep before she had to start her day. Richard had texted her a few times over the last month, something else she had downplayed to James out of guilt. It felt like if she acknowledged it, it would make it more real. His first text had come the morning after that night, early while James was still asleep. Sophie had read it while she sat on the back porch alone. She had deleted it without responding, but she wouldn't forget what it said. "I can't wait until next time." Next time. God, Richard thought that he was going to have her again.

Sophie wouldn't let that happen. Her marriage had survived the one night, but letting it go any further could be a disaster. She knew that she couldn't cross those lines again, no matter what the man offered. James had agreed, though she still had her doubts if his willpower could hold out against his lust if he were put in that situation.

She got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. The oversized T-shirt she was wearing like a nightgown did little to keep her warm as the cool air hit her skin. Sophie could feel goosebumps down her legs as she poured a glass of water. She was going to have to face him today. She couldn't put it off any longer, she told herself. Sophie sipped the cold water as she wondered what it would be like to see him in person again. Her phone screen showed the texts that Richard had sent her, all unanswered.

He would no doubt look at her the way he did the first time he came to the clinic, but this time, he could picture her naked without using his imagination. He would know what she looked like when she orgasmed. The barriers had all come down and it would be hard to put them back up after everything that had happened. She imagined Richard making lewd comments to her when they were alone, putting his hands on her body when he thought he could get away with it. It all seemed inevitable when she was left alone with the man.

Sophie looked out the window into the backyard, lost in her thoughts. She only knew one thing going forward, and that was that she had to take back some semblance of control in this situation.

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James rolled over in bed and felt around on the nightstand until he found his phone and silenced the alarm. He needed to get up and take a shower before work so he had set alarms earlier than normal to give himself plenty of time. He reached over toward his wife, Sophie, but her side of the bed was empty. Again. She typically was out of bed earlier than he was, but lately she didn't seem to be sleeping well.

He climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, finding Sophie sitting at the kitchen table with her coffee as she scrolled through social media on her phone. She was still in what she had slept in, one of his T-shirts that was a few sizes too large for her. Her golden blonde hair was in a ponytail and she had no makeup on, but somehow she was always gorgeous, even when she hadn't made an effort.

"Hey, Sophie," he said. "Everything okay?"

"Just a little antsy this morning," she told him. James didn't need to ask her why. They had already talked about it countless times over the last month since she had gone out with her patient, Richard. James felt responsible for pushing his wife that night, but she had also seemed more than willing as the night had gotten more and more out of control. Their money problems had disappeared literally overnight and they had a bigger rainy day fund than he had ever expected, but now they had to deal with the consequences.

Immediately afterward, Sophie had been ashamed in a way he had never seen her and she had been adamant that it was a one time mistake. She had felt so strongly about that that he had gone along with her decision without argument, though had more mixed feelings about it all. It was the most erotic and arousing thing he had ever experienced, but in the light of day it was difficult to reconcile that with the fact that his wife had broken their marriage vows and let another man absolutely dominate her. He had tried to bring up to Sophie the possibility that Richard would offer them money again, but Sophie had shut that down immediately.

"I'm not a whore. He can't just pay for me whenever he wants," Sophie had told him. James understood how she felt, but he also found himself fantasizing about her with Richard on an almost daily basis. Today was the day that would answer a lot of questions though. His wife had ignored the texts from the older man and had also managed to avoid seeing him in person so far. He had made two appointments over the last month but every time she had called out sick or found another excuse. Today though, they had both decided she had to face him.

James knew that she had a lot of anxiety about seeing Richard, but he found himself wishing he could be there to watch what happened. The last time his wife had seen him, he had been balls deep inside of her while he made her say that she would let him fuck her when he came to clinic again. That still bothered James even as the thought made his cock twitch. They had talked about that part specifically several times and Sophie had promised him that it was just sex talk, that she didn't mean it. He believed her, but the fact that the man had been able to affect her enough to get her to say that was shocking in and of itself. He had watched how powerful her orgasms were and he knew they were more intense than any he had ever given her.

"I know, Soph. It'll be okay," he said, trying to reassure her as he put a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.

"I just have to be professional and set boundaries immediately, like we talked about," she said. James knew her too well though and knew that her confidence was all for show right now.

"It'll be fine, but if you need me, just call me, okay? I'm going to hop in the shower real quick though," James told her and left her to finish her coffee. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and turned on the water, letting it get hot before he stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over his head and down his body. He didn't know what the day would hold, but it was going to be hard to wait around all day.

The door to the bathroom opened while he was working his shampoo into his hair and a few moments later, Sophie pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped in to join him. His wife didn't join him in the shower very often but he always loved it when she did. She shuddered in the cold air as she tried to get around him to take his spot under the hot water.

"Fancy meeting you here," Sophie joked as she slid around him. He never got used to how incredible her body was. Water ran down over her flawless skin and she pulled her wet hair back to keep it out of her eyes. She looked like a Greek goddess with her blonde hair and tanned skin. Trying to look at her like it was the first time he had laid eyes on her, he knew why Richard had been willing to pay so much to be with her. Sophie wasn't the kind of woman you came across very often. She truly was the whole package.

He wondered what Richard would do today when he saw her. He imagined Richard putting his hands on his young wife, groping her while she tried to fight her own desire. He imagined the man bending her over in the middle of her clinic and taking her like he had done on the sofa in their living room.

"Wow, James," Sophie laughed. Only then did he realize his cock was fully erect while he fantasized about his wife being taken by Richard again.

"Can you blame me when I'm this close to such a beautiful woman?" he asked and wrapped his arms around her slender body, pressing his cock up against her.

"Mmmmm, you need to control yourself," she told him playfully.

"I don't think that's possible," he said as he let his hands work their way up her body to her perfect breasts, gently massaging them.

"You're being bad," she said but her reaction told him she was enjoying his touch. Her eyes had closed as she focused on the sensation of his hands on her chest.

"We have time to be a little bad this morning," he told her, imagining them doing it in the shower right there. He tried to push his cock down to get closer to her opening so she would get the hint.

"It's too slippery in here," she told him, but her delicate hand had found his shaft and wrapped around it. God, it felt so good as she started slowly stroking him. He imagined Richard in his position with Sophie, standing behind her with his large hands squeezing her breasts while she handled his thick shaft. He had read about wife sharing, cuckoldry, and hot wives so much over the last month and he couldn't get enough of it. His mind was cloudy as the lust filled him. It was so taboo. It was so hot.

She kept stroking him and he knew it wasn't going to take much today to get him to finish. His level of excitement was just too high. "Oh, shit," James moaned into her ear as his fingers found her nipples.

"You okay?" Sophie asked as she sped up her stroking a little. One of James' hands came up to her neck to hold her close to him while the other continued to work on her breasts.

"Don't stop," James croaked as the pleasure continued to ramp up.

"Geez, someone is sensitive this morning," she said, surprised by how he was reacting. His mind was swimming as his fantasy continued, imagining her stroking Richard instead of him. He imagined how huge it would look in her delicate hands. He was so close now as Sophie continued to pump his shaft rapidly.

His cock pulsed. "Ohhh, Soph," he moaned as his cum shot out onto the shower floor followed by a second jet. Her hand slowed and she giggled at his reaction.

"Mmmm, that was quick," she said and turned to kiss him as she continued to grip his cock.

Finally, their lips broke apart. "It's hard to last long when you look that good," he said, but as he said it, he thought about how long Richard had lasted, forcing her to have two intense orgasms before he finally came.

"Well, I do try. And I hope your day is off to a good start," she joked with him as she put a hand on his chest and kissed him again.

"Good? I'd say a little better than good," he answered her while they stood in the warmth of the shower.

"That's what I thought," she winked at him as she turned back to the water and started to wash her hair. He stayed with her a couple of minutes longer before he stepped out to get ready for work.

He took a deep breath. Only a few more hours.

-------------------- Sophie sat at her computer in her office, trying to finish notes while waiting for her next appointment, the one she had been dreading. Richard would be here any minute and the uncertainty was killing her. The man had always been inappropriate, but the things he had said to her that night had been downright demeaning. She had no idea how he would be today but she had steeled herself for the worst case scenario. It was now or never, though she had come close to leaving sick earlier and having them reschedule all of her afternoon appointments yet again.

She pushed back from her desk and went out into the gym to get a few things together for his session. It wasn't long before his booming voice made her jump.

"Sophie, good to see you," Richard said, having appeared at the door to the gym. He was dressed in a nice suit like he had been the first time she had met him. The imposing man walked toward her and she could see his eyes go up and down her body as he got closer. No doubt imagining how she looked under her scrubs.

"Hello, Richard," Sophie said professionally without any more warmth than necessary. "Go ahead and change so we can get started."

Richard smiled at her and then headed over to the restroom to change into his athletic clothes. Sophie took a deep breath, determined to get through the encounter without issue. A couple of minutes later, he came out and met her by one of the stations she had set up for him to work on. "How have you been?" Richard asked her casually.

"Good," she said without offering any details before she launched into explaining what she wanted him to do. He complied and did several sets before he tried talking to her again.

"You get that car fixed, darling?" Richard asked her, seemingly determined to make some small talk at least. His eyes had checked her out occasionally as he always did, but nothing too egregious so far.

"Yeah, it's fine now," she said, again offering little for him to continue the conversation. She was hoping that her cold answers would help give him the hint without having to have an explicit conversation about how their relationship would be going forward.

"Look, about last time-" He started, but Sophie cut him off.

"Richard, let's just focus on your therapy," she said in her most assertive voice, but that just triggered a laugh from the older man. He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice.

"Sweetheart, once you've fucked somebody, you can't just pretend you didn't," he told her.

"Richard, please, this is so inappropriate," she pleaded with him. He seemed almost to be enjoying how uncomfortable she was at the moment.

"You and that husband of yours both seemed to enjoy the evening quite a bit," he continued, teasing her.

Sophie stared at him, unable to deny it as they both knew the truth. Richard didn't wait for an answer though and continued to talk.

"I have another event coming up that I need you at," he told her. "It could pay a hell of a lot more than last time too. Well, I should probably say it'll probably pay a lot more than the party did." Richard gave her a knowing smile as he alluded to how much he had paid her for everything after the party.

Sophie blushed, but she was determined to put an end to this. "Richard, the answer is no. We don't need the money." Her voice was firm as she answered him, but he seemed only amused by her holding out against him.

"Should we ask James?" he asked her.

"We don't need to. James agrees that it was a one time mistake," she told him with emphasis on the last word.

"Oh, now that hurts a little," he said without losing his amused smile. "I thought we had a great time."

"Richard, I'm married. It was a mistake," she stressed again.

"Well, why don't we see what James really wants? He sure seemed to be okay with what you did last time," he continued, "I'll ask him and we'll see what he says."

"No, Richard," she told him. "Let's just focus on the session today or we'll have to end early."

"Just hear me out, then we can move on," he told her, holding his ground. Sophie sighed, frustrated, but realized she would have to hear him out and then tell him no so he would understand that they weren't interested.

"Fine, I'm listening," she said as she held eye contact with him, trying to appear as stern as possible. Richard's smile widened.

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James had his students working on a worksheet that he had printed off for them. He was too distracted to actually teach, so he had found something for them to do. He just kept waiting for a text from Sophie to update him on how it went with Richard.

BUZZ. Finally, he thought. He immediately opened his phone and read what Sophie had sent him. "Went fine. I didn't let him talk about anything other than his therapy." It was a bit of a disappointment to James. He had wondered if seeing the man again would make her feel differently. James felt like an addict in recovery and if the possibility of seeing her with another man came up, he knew he would fall off the wagon entirely.

It was probably for the best after last time. Things had gone so much farther than he had ever expected. And escalated so much faster. One moment, he had been reluctantly letting Sophie go to the cocktail party because it seemed like such a small thing and they had needed the money. The next, he had been talking her into sleeping with Richard for money they didn't really need.

He texted his wife back. "I'm surprised he wasn't more pushy."

BUZZ. "He tried a little, but I shut him down. I'm just glad that's over with." Her next message read. James looked at the message. Well, that answers the questions he had about how she would react to him. Apparently, it hadn't affected her the way it had him.

He sat at his desk, imagining what could have been. He trusted Sophie completely that nothing more had happened, but part of him couldn't help wishing that maybe something more had. It seemed crazy but what had he really wanted to happen? Had he wanted Richard to put his hands on his wife? To undress her? To have his way with her again?

The images of Sophie with Richard together ran through his mind and he imagined them in her clinic the way she had teased him before about giving Richard a show. He imagined her stripping out of her scrubs while the man watched her, her body sensually and slowly moving with the intention of arousing him.

He texted her back. "I'm glad too. I can't wait for today to end though. It just keeps dragging on." James sat back in his chair, continuing to fantasize about his wife. He knew there had to be something wrong with him for having these desires, no matter how common it seemed from everything he had read.

Sophie had lost herself in the situation last time as much as he had, even if she wouldn't admit it. James had considered that over the last few weeks as he tried to understand how Sophie felt about everything that had happened. Was she so adamant about making sure that it didn't happen again because she felt guilty that it happened or was she guilty that she had lost control when she was with Richard? Another thought from the back of his mind kept pushing its way forward into his thoughts as well, the possibility that Sophie losing control had awoken something in her that she was desperate to make sure stayed dormant.

He had never seen her react the way she had with Richard, the way she had fucked him with abandon that night. Sophie's will had been completely dominated and she had said whatever Richard had wanted her to say.

James sighed, bringing himself back to reality. At least he would have that memory.

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Sophie drove home on autopilot, thinking about Richard and what he had proposed to her. She felt bad lying to James, but what purpose did it serve to tell him about what Richard had said when she had already said no? Besides, she was worried enough about how James had reacted last time and felt it was better to just bury this and move on.

They didn't need the money and they were ready to start a family now that they had a little nest egg. Besides, Richard's idea was as ludicrous as it was unexpected. She had sort of expected him to offer outright to buy her like she was a common whore... or worse. That had actually made it even easier for her to say no. The surprise had brought her back to reality. His face when she said ‘no thank you' and moved on without hesitation had been priceless. Sophie smiled to herself as she thought back on his stunned expression and the silence that followed. She had finally been able to leave him speechless. That had made her feel powerful, that she was in control of the situation again.

She had been afraid of the unknown, the uncertainty, but once they were face to face she had regained her composure. A long sigh released some of her tension, but she needed to get home and pour herself a glass of wine while she curled up on the couch with a good book. She needed to just put all of this behind her and focus on her marriage.

James and Sophie's desire to start trying to have kids had become a lot more realistic now that they had some money saved up. That was at least a good thing that had come from all of the insanity, but it hadn't come without some stress as well. Even though James had made him wear a condom, she had taken two pregnancy tests to be sure that there was no chance she could be pregnant before they started trying seriously. That was just one more reason on top of the many others that that couldn't happen again, she thought.

Sophie's mind drifted back to Richard's proposal from earlier in the afternoon. It was so absurd that she had laughed out loud at it right to his face. She had honestly thought it had to be a joke for a few seconds before he assured her how serious he was. The names he had mentioned had mostly been familiar to her from the cocktail party, but there were two she didn't think she had met that night. It was a whirlwind of meeting different people as Richard showed her off like a piece of arm candy to the other old men who were mostly there with their wives.

Hank she recalled, was a handsome, lean man with a heavy country accent. He had made his money in cattle, or maybe oil, or maybe both. She couldn't remember. He was maybe around fifty and had a simple charm to him. She remembered that he had been without a date that night and had been very attentive to her while he talked with Richard.

She remembered Cliff as well. A boisterous, very heavyset man who had been at the party with his wife. That hadn't kept Cliff from openly trying to flirt with Sophie right in front of her. Sophie had been happy to get out of that conversation.

The last name she had recognized was Clarence. She couldn't remember what business exactly Richard had told her that he was in, but he had been very kind to her and made her feel at ease that night. Unlike the other men, he didn't look at her with the hunger she had gotten so accustomed to seeing in men's eyes. He was an older black man who reminded her of her grandfather.

Sophie shook her head at the absurdity of the idea. She couldn't believe that Richard had thought that she and James would go for it. Well, at least it wasn't something she had to worry about now.

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James sat on the couch grading some papers while Sophie read a book next to him, her legs stretched out over his lap. He tried to limit after hours grading of papers, but you just couldn't avoid it. Thankfully, Sophie was more than content to curl up on the couch with her book while he finished his work.

"What do you want to do this weekend?" James asked Sophie, causing her to look up at him with her emerald eyes.

"I always know it's been a long week when you're thinking about the weekend on a Tuesday," she joked. "But I was thinking about maybe taking Lucy to the park and packing a picnic for us. Spend a little time outside in the fresh air while the weather is nice."

"I wouldn't complain about that," he told her before pausing for a few moments. "You seem a lot less stressed now that you've gotten through today."

"Well yeah, I've been dreading it for weeks but now at least I know I can handle it," she said, closing her book after folding the corner of her page.

"I knew you would be able to. You're capable of anything," he told her with a sense of pride in his wife.

BUZZ. A text from an unknown number popped up on his phone. He looked at it, expecting spam or a political message that seemed to be constant nowadays, but when he read it, he froze.

"James, it's Richard." That was all it said.

BUZZ, a second message came through. "I have a business proposal for you and Sophie," Richard's message read.

Sophie's voice brought his attention away from the message on his phone. "I'm just glad that I won't have to think about Richard for another two weeks and then he'll probably be about to graduate out of therapy entirely since he's doing so well," she continued.

James' focus was now split as he reread what Richard had sent him. It was strange how cordial he was being, considering the things he had said when he was with Sophie. He thought for a moment and decided to keep it simple. "I don't think so," he texted back. The conversations he had had with Sophie had been very definitive and he figured it was best not even to entertain whatever Richard wanted. Just a few seconds later, James' phone rang.

RINGGGG. RINGGGG.

Richard was calling him. He couldn't answer it in front of Sophie, though, so he moved her legs off of his lap and stood up to take the call in another room. Sophie watched him curiously as he got up and left the room. "Hello?" he said when he answered.

"Look, James, I've got a hell of an opportunity that you should listen to," Richard's booming voice said through the phone.

"What did Sophie say today?" James asked the other man.

"Who cares? I want you to hear me out," Richard said, dismissing his wife's opinion.

"If Sophie said no, I think that's our answer," James told him bluntly.

Richard sighed. "We're talking about a lot of money, but I need Sophie to help me out."

"What do you mean?" James asked, a little confused. He had thought that Richard was just offering to pay for Sophie to sleep with him, but this didn't really sound like that.

"There you go, just listen for a minute. So I took Sophie to that cocktail party, right? Well, the idea was that there were a bunch of guys there that have more money than they know what to do with and they can't help but stare at a nice pair of tits or a perky ass." James didn't miss that he was talking about Sophie and was still shocked that he would talk about her that way directly to her husband. Richard continued on without missing a beat, though, "Well, it worked beautifully. You should have seen those fuckers. They were falling over themselves trying to talk to that sexy wife of yours and more than happy to invest in a few of my projects while they tried to impress her."

"What does this have to do with us now?" James interrupted.

"Give me a fucking minute, okay?" Richard told him roughly. "One of the guys there has more money than God, oil money, yeah? He invites me to this monthly poker game he has with a bunch of other high rollers. Buy in is $15,000, but half of them put in way more than that because it's nothing to them." That got James' attention, but he still didn't understand how exactly this would tie into him and Sophie.

"Now, I'm decent at poker, but these motherfuckers play all the time. I didn't do so hot a few weeks ago. Decided I might not go back, but then I had an idea. I saw how they watched Sophie at that party and that dress didn't even show much. I figure we get her to strut around in a tight dress, serving some drinks to the guys, right? Plenty of drinks and a sexy woman to distract them so I have an advantage. I'll give you 30% of what I win. We're talking about a ton of money on the table that's ours for the taking. Plus, those fuckers will thank me for providing the entertainment." Richard laughed at his last reference to Sophie, but James felt that familiar feeling stirring in him as he pictured Sophie strutting around.

James was stunned by the amount of money though and the fact that it wasn't just money for him to fuck Sophie again. "I don't know. Do you think that will really work?" James asked him. It seemed like a dubious advantage at best. "I mean, she'll be distracting you, too," James continued as he thought about it more.

"You haven't met these guys. As soon as they see her, they'll care more about her than they do their money," Richard explained, "these guys won't even miss the money when we take it from them." James considered it. It seemed to be of little risk and high reward since it would only be Richard's money in play. But he also didn't know how good Richard was at poker. James, however, had played a lot of poker growing up with his brother and cousins and had also played a lot of poker online over the years. Though for tiny sums of money compared to this. He thought about the money and about Sophie trying to distract a table full of men. If it really gave them that much of an advantage, this was hard to pass up. But he needed to be there to see the reactions to Sophie. Maybe there was a way to see what he wanted and to make sure they had a better chance at success.

"Do you think that you could get me a spot at the table?" James asked him as the idea was forming in his head.

"Are you fucking serious?" Richard asked him, surprised.

"I've played a lot of poker. I'm pretty good," he told him. "and two people at the table will also help our odds."

Richard didn't answer for a few moments, "Hmmmm, that's not bad, James, not bad. You sure about this? Like I said, it's $15,000 minimum just to get in the game."

"Lucky for us, I recently came into a little extra cash," James answered. He knew that Sophie wouldn't like the idea of gambling the money they had gotten at her expense, but it could turn their nest egg into a fortune.

Richard liked that and let out a hearty laugh. "If you can get Sophie to agree, I can get you into the game. We're going to hustle those motherfuckers and they'll thank me afterward for bringing Sophie to the game."

"I'll talk to her. And Richard, we split our winnings fifty-fifty," James told him.

"Look at you driving a hard bargain. Deal, but you better pay attention to the game and not your wife. And those guys can't know that she's your wife. Too much money at stake."

"Okay, that makes sense. When is the game?" James asked. He had no idea how he would broach the subject with Sophie or convince her to do this, but he would have to figure it out.

"Next weekend. Saturday night. It'll start at 8 pm. I'll text you the address. Let me know when Sophie is on board and I'll find her something to wear that'll really keep these guys' eyes on her," Richard told him and then hung up.

James took the phone from his ear and walked back to the living room and took his spot by his wife. She looked up from her book. "Who was that?" she asked.

"Um, just Terry because she's going to be out tomorrow and wanted to be sure I could check in on her substitute to make sure the kids were behaving," he said with a little guilt at his lie. He couldn't very well tell her it was Richard who had just called him to proposition using his wife's looks again.

"Oh, okay. Well, hopefully, they'll behave tomorrow," Sophie said as her attention turned back to her book. James looked at his wife in her casual shorts and sweatshirt, his mind filled with fantastic scenarios of things to come.

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James watched his wife, weighing Richard's words from earlier in the week. She was truly gorgeous and he had to admit if anyone could distract a group of older men, it would be her. They had taken Lucy out to the park to let her run around off the leash while they enjoyed the picnic that Sophie had packed for them.

So far the weather had turned out perfect for them to enjoy their Saturday. He was sitting in the shade of the trees while Sophie ran back and forth, Lucy chasing her playfully. He watched his wife and he thought about how he could bring up the idea that Richard had broached with him. She had seen right through him a month ago when he had tried to talk to her about Richard's final offer and he imagined that she would again this time if he tried to hide his real feelings.

But then again, how exactly do you tell your wife that you want her to dress up and distract a group of men because it turns you on? He shook his head to himself. His feelings had gone back and forth over the last few days as he wondered if it was a mistake to go down this road again or if he should just be honest with Sophie. He knew how it had escalated last time without any plans for more than just going to a cocktail party, but this time they would be prepared.

His young wife trotted back over to him with their dog trailing behind her. "The weather is perfect today," she said as she approached. "It feels so good out."

"I'm just glad you had such a great idea," he told her as he stretched his arms up in the air and yawned.

"Awh, well you should know I am full of those," she answered with a playful smile. She sat down beside him and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"I have a few good ideas for today of my own," he told her with a suggestive tone.

"Is that right?" she asked back with a flirty tone.

"Yeah, I was thinking maybe that thing you usually only do on our anniversary or my birthday," he said as his hand squeezed her upper thigh.

"I don't think I'm going to have much luck getting pregnant doing that," she laughed at him as she pushed him away.

"I think I can manage a few rounds if you're up for it," he joked with her.

"Oh my gosh, James," she laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter." James liked Sophie's playfulness and decided to lean into the sexual nature to try to find an opening to talk about Richard and the poker game.

"You're so good at it though. It's a shame to let your God-given talents go unused," he told her with a joking wink.

"That seems awfully one sided. What are you going to do for me?"

"What do you want?" James asked her. She looked out into the distance, contemplating that question.

"You know, I'll have to think of what's equivalent to that," she said thoughtfully. James decided to press his luck and try to bring up Richard.

"Well, I know how you respond to being spanked, maybe we could work that in," James answered her, a smirk on his face.

"What?" Sophie asked him, confused. Shit, he thought.

"I just, uh meant that... you know, with Richard," he managed to say awkwardly. He knew that he had made a misstep trying to bring it up, but he wasn't sure there was any way to bring Richard up without that kind of reaction.

"Seriously James? I don't want to talk about him," she said, standing up to throw the ball for Lucy again.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I was just trying to, I don't know," he told her, trying to ease out of the situation.

She sighed deeply. "I know, James, I get it. It's okay. It's just so embarrassing to think about... and makes me feel so guilty," she explained. "Let's just focus on us, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course," he answered her, watching Lucy sprint after the ball that Sophie had just thrown. This was going to be even harder than he had realized it it were possible at all.

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"Any luck with Sophie?" Richard's text read when it popped up on his phone while he sat in bed, scrolling through his phone before trying to go to sleep. He sighed. He hadn't attempted to bring it up since his try the day before. There was now less than a week before the game.

"Not yet, it's taking some work," he sent back.

"Did you tell her?" he texted back to James. He wasn't sure how to answer that. He hadn't brought it up to Sophie yet because he was afraid of her reaction.

"Not yet," he sent back to the man. Simple and honest.

"Why not?" Richard asked him. He didn't really want to dive into his uncertainties and the potential effects on his marriage with the man.

"Just finding the right moment," James text back.

"She'll say yes, just tell her," came the response. He kept saying to tell his wife, as if it wasn't up to Sophie but rather something he should just tell her that she's doing.

"I'm not so sure, Richard," he texted back. It was strange texting the man about her, but stranger things had happened recently.

"Trust me, she will if you tell her to. She just needs your permission to let loose," Richard sent back. Hilarious that Richard thought he knew so much about Sophie, but he couldn't help but wonder if that was true.

He looked over at Sophie, watching her as she flipped the page of her book. She was already under the covers, reading by the light of the lamp on her nightstand. She was wearing one of her cute pajama sets rather than the typical oversized t-shirts she often wore to bed. It wasn't a clear signal that she was open to sex, but it also definitely wasn't a stop sign. He slid over towards her until he was pressed up against her, spooning her.

Sophie snuggled back against him without taking her eyes off of the book. He put his hand on her smooth leg and slid it up until it was near her hip.

"Ahem, can I help you?" Sophie said as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"You sure can," he said as he planted a few kisses along the side of her neck and let his hands roam her.

"James, I'm trying to read," she faux protested as he started to unbutton her pajama top so he could get his hands inside of it. Once his hands were under her clothes, it didn't take long for her to start responding. Her eyes closed as the book slowly closed in her hands. His hard cock was pressed against her ass while his hands explored her tummy, her chest, and down between her legs.

"Mmmm," Sophie moaned as she squirmed with pleasure. He continued to kiss her neck, trying to get her wet and ready for him. He was grinding his cock between her ass cheeks and then pulled her shorts down so he could put his cock between her legs. She turned towards him and their lips met, slowly kissing as their bodies melted together.

"I'm ready," she told him finally, letting him know that it was time to put it in. She rolled onto her back, expecting him to move on top of her, but James had a different idea.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered her the way that Richard had. The look on her face was hard to read as she stared back at him, their wills competing silently. Finally, without a word, she turned away from him and onto all four. "Face the mirror," James told her. He wanted her to see her the way that he had when she had been with Richard. She turned slightly so that she was facing the mirror with him kneeling behind her.

Sophie was bent over in front of him, just like she had done for Richard. The view of her ass was incredible. He wanted to take her hard, like the older man had done. He wanted to make her cum while he fucked her senseless.

He slipped himself into her waiting pussy and she immediately started moving her hips back against him. His hands firmly gripped her hips so he could control his thrusts into her.

SMACK. James slapped her ass just like Richard had done while he took her from behind. "James!" Sophie said in shock as she turned her head to look at him. In response, James reached forward and grabbed a handful of her golden hair like the older man had done to keep her where he wanted her. He understood why now. It made him feel completely in control of his wife.

"Oh, shit," Sophie let slip as he pulled her back onto his cock by her hair. She rarely cursed when they made love and he had to admit it was incredibly hot. He picked up his pace, trying to channel his best impersonation of Richard. He looked up in the mirror and took in the sight. Sophie's emerald green eyes were startlingly beautiful amongst the lewd scene as she looked back at him. Her breasts were swinging back and forth with his thrusts, her ass up in the air for him, her luscious hair gripped tightly in his fist while he rode her.

"Richard called me the other day," James blurted out, unable to keep his cool any longer.

"What?" Sophie asked breathlessly as she focused on taking the pounding from behind.

"He called me. Said we could make a lot of money," James continued as he tried to control his breathing to maintain control.

"Are you serious?" Sophie asked him as she tried to turn back towards him, but he held her firmly in place by the hair. He didn't stop fucking her while they talked. He wanted her to remember what it was like to be with Richard with the hope that it would make her more willing to hear him out.

"He said he needs you to distract some guys from the party he took you to," James told her.

"What?" she asked again, having trouble processing his poor explanation while taking his cock over and over again.

"He wants you to serve them drinks at a poker game, this weekend," James said and increased the force of his thrusts into his wife as if that would convince her.

"Uh, uh, uh, Jamesss," she moaned in pleasure.

"I'll be there too, but I want you to say yes," he told her as he wrenched back on her hair.

"He'll want moree," she argued, "He'll want mee." SMACK, James slapped her ass again, leaving a very faint redness to the skin. James had so far been managing to pretend that wasn't likely, but she was right. If they went, the chances of things escalating out of control were there, but he didn't care. His lust was fully in control of him now. If he got to watch his sexy young wife fuck Richard again that would just be a bonus.

James pumped into her, fighting his growing climax. He was close and wouldn't last much longer. "Say yes," James ordered her. He felt incredibly dominant in this position and it was having an effect on him.

"Mmmmmm. Just serving drinksss?" she asked him again.

"Yeah, just drinks," he told her as he desperately struggled to hold on to his control.

"You, uh, promise?" she asked between her gasps.

"Yes, shit, yes," James stuttered as he came, his cock pulsing into his wife's unprotected womb. A few seconds later, he collapsed forward onto her, exhausted. Sophie hadn't cum, but he had still lasted long enough to feel good about himself.

They rested for a minute before Sophie slid out from under him and turned to face him. Her expression was serious now.

"You're serious about this? He called you?" she asked now as she studied his face.

"Yeah," James said sheepishly. It was good to get it off his chest. He didn't like keeping things from Sophie and it had been weighing on him significantly.

"James, that isn't a good idea. We've talked about this," she told him while studying his face.

"We talked about you doing things with Richard," James corrected her. "We didn't talk about if he offered you money for something like this."

"This is the same kind of thing that led to last time," she told him as her voice grew softer.

"It won't this time," he assured her. "I'm going to be there with you."

"At a poker game?" she asked him.

"He thinks that having you there will distract the other guys enough to give us a big advantage," he explained.

"James, that's ridiculous," she argued. "They're not going to forget how to play poker because I serve them drinks." He did have to admit she made a good point and it made him second guess himself. James didn't know if it was the money or the idea of getting to watch her in front of the other men, but he felt compelled to convince her.

"Well, Richard wants you to wear something that's a little revealing to make sure that they're distracted," he said, avoiding eye contact as he explained that point.

"There it is. We're already talking about getting me out of my clothes," she sighed as she shook her head at him. "James."

"A dress, Sophie, not out of your clothes," he rebutted. "Serving drinks."

"Is this really what you want? For me to distract men at a poker game by wearing a revealing dress?" she looked at him, her green eyes intense as they penetrated his best attempts to hide his desire. "This isn't about the money, is it? It's like last time. You want to see me do it."

He knew he couldn't avoid the truth with her. It was like she saw straight through him every time. She could read him as easily as she could her book that had fallen off the bed while they made love. "I don't know why, but yeah. Part of me finds it irresistible to think about other men looking at you. Wanting you."

She thought about it for a few moments while they lay there in bed together. "Tell me the rest."

James felt a bit silly explaining it out loud. "So we'll get half of whatever Richard and I win, but we're playing with Richard's money." He told her, leaving out the $15,000 he was putting in to get the opportunity to make even more money.

"And how much money exactly?" Sophie asked him cautiously.

"Richard said, at least four or five other guys at the table other than us. It's high stakes, so maybe fifteen to twenty thousand for each of them," James recalled, "at a minimum." He expected Sophie to react the way she had when he had told her about Richard's offer a month earlier, but this time she didn't seem surprised at all.

"We have no idea if you even have a good chance of winning," she pointed out, still very skeptical of the plan that Richard had come up with.

"That's why Richard wants an advantage," James explained.

"And you'd be playing with Richard's money?" she asked again as she seemed to be considering it.

He swallowed nervously. "Yeap," he lied. He watched her face as she concentrated, considering everything. Even with the money piquing her interest, she seemed uncertain.

"And you're sure you want this?" she asked him again, making him say it aloud again.

"Yeah," he managed as a knot caught in his throat.

"Fine," she told him. "but remember, you wanted it." With that, she got out of bed to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. James lay in bed, shocked that he had been able to convince her. Now he just hoped he hadn't made a mistake.

James typed out a message to Richard and hit send. It was simple and short. It didn't take long for Richard to answer him.

"Hell yeah, I'll have the dress and all delivered tomorrow to make sure it fits," his message read. And all. James wasn't sure what that meant, but he was eager to find out.

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Sophie pulled into the driveway and saw the package on the front steps. James had told her that the dress from Richard would be delivered today, but the box was significantly larger than she was expecting. She had laid in bed the night before as she tried to make sense of her husband's desires. She had thought they were on the same page before, but what Richard had said to her had been true. When he had told her about the poker game and who would be there, she had laughed and immediately told him no. Then Richard had something that had stuck with her, something that she hadn't been able to put out of her mind.

"Ask James. He would have you do it for free. Hell, he couldn't get enough of watching you with me. Maybe I'll ask him to convince you," Richard had said to her. She had dismissed him, assuring herself that wasn't true, but then... Less than a week later James had in fact tried to convince her.

James didn't know that Richard had already told her about the game, but it confirmed to her that he wanted her to do it. He wanted to watch the reactions of the men. It turned him on in a way she had never seen before and that she didn't understand. She was still afraid of where that could lead, of how it could consume them both again.

She picked up the package on her way into the house and set it on the counter. Lucy greeted her, bouncing up and down with excitement that she was home.

After letting Lucy out into the backyard, Sophie turned her attention back to the box. She wanted to open it before James got home. She cut open the packaging tape and opened the box, which revealed several smaller boxes inside. There was a box that was clearly a shoe box, another expensive looking box from a designer clothes brand, and then several other smaller boxes from brands she didn't recognize.

Sophie opened the expensive looking box first, revealing a satin, emerald dress. The shoe box had a pair of heels, or to be specific, six-inch stilettos that looked like they would break with the simplest misstep. They were the kinds of heels that Sophie imagined strippers would wear. She opened the next box and inside was a matching set of lace lingerie, also emerald in color. Richard was bold to even send the underwear he wanted her to wear, but it was in character. The last small box she had expected to be a necklace or earrings, but actually was a gold body chain. She decided to go and try on the dress quickly so she could see exactly how revealing it was.

A few minutes later, she was studying herself in the mirror. All she could think was that she looked like a hooker. Well, a high-class escort would probably be more accurate. The satin party dress was an emerald color that matched her eyes and made her blonde hair really pop, but it was tight and short. The material barely covered her butt and the top came down so low that it felt like her breasts would spill out entirely at any moment. It was held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps on both shoulders and the material was so thin it would probably almost be sheer in the right lighting.

She hadn't put on the lingerie underneath. The arrogance of the older man annoyed her, but she knew she couldn't expect any different from him. She would probably wear some of her own underwear so she would be more comfortable anyway.

The heels were incredibly tall and she had to practice walking in them for a few minutes before she felt confident that she wouldn't fall. As she was walking back and forth down the hallway, she heard the front door open.

"Wow," James said as she walked out into the living room with the dress on. His eyes were wide and he was otherwise speechless. This was definitely not a look he had ever seen from her before.

"What do you think?" she asked him, wanting to get his opinion before she told him how she felt about it.

"You look incredibly sexy," he said, stepping toward her and reaching out to touch her side through the thin material. Of course he would like it.

"Do you think it'll distract them enough?" she asked him. She wanted to see his reaction as he remembered that she would be wearing this in front of a group of other men. His face immediately changed, but it was doubt or concern. It was that same look of hunger as he had last month. That same look that terrified her.

"I'm not sure they're going to be able to focus enough to play at all," James said as he admired her.

"I think I look like a prostitute," she told him bluntly.

"Oh, well, um," he stuttered for a second as he tried to answer.

"See, you think it too!" she told him.

"But like a really high-class prostitute," he said as if that was better. "You look incredible." Sophie studied his face.

"You don't think this is all too much?" she asked him.

"It's just serving drinks," he reassured her.

She gave him a weak smile, but didn't know if that was the truth.

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Sophie opened the door of the Uber that Richard had sent for her and stepped out onto the curb with help from the driver. He took her hand while she pulled her dress down and steadied herself on the stilettos. She thanked him and started toward the grand entrance of the building. It was an upscale hotel that rose thirty stories above the riverfront it overlooked. The dress she was wearing was shorter than any dress she had ever worn and Sophie felt like it was riding up her butt every time she took a step. She pulled it down as she approached the entrance, the doorman holding open the door for her. Sophie noticed the man's eyes go up and down her body while she walked by him.

The last few days had been a blur as this had been weighing on her mind.

The lobby had vaulted ceilings with chandeliers lighting the marble floors and walls. She was drawing looks from many of the people she passed as she strode through the lobby toward the elevators. She knew how she looked and what they must be thinking. If she saw someone dressed the way she was, she would have thought that some businessman was paying a fortune to have a good time while he was out of town.

She reached the elevator and pressed the button to call one. While she waited, she tried to quiet the butterflies in her stomach. The anticipation was killing her. Finally, the doors opened, and she stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Richard had told James that she should be there fifteen minutes before anyone else and that they had to come separately so the others wouldn't know they were together. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out into the hallway with a door on both sides.

The door opened and Richard was standing there in a fine Italian suit, his greying hair swept back. He took her in and whistled loudly. "Hot damn, these cocksuckers aren't going to know what hit them," he laughed. Sophie grimaced at the language. "Well, come on in and let me show you around!"

She stepped into the penthouse and looked around. It was incredibly nice, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city in all directions, new appliances, and premium finishes.

"Wow," Sophie said as he led her into the room and she looked out over the river. The sun was already down and the lights from the buildings were reflecting off of the water. Several ships were slowly making their way downstream to some distant port, disrupting the otherwise glassy surface of the water. The view was incredible.

"The view never gets old," he told her as she took it in. She turned to answer him and realized that the river wasn't the view he was talking about. Richard was staring at her. He stepped towards her and placed one of his large hands on her side, feeling her through the thin material. "Maybe I should cancel tonight and keep you all to myself."

"Richard, no," she said to him as she pushed his hand off of her. "That's not happening."

"I think if you give me a chance, I'll change your mind," he told her.

"I'm just here to serve drinks," she told him.

"Is that what your husband told you?" he asked her with a knowing smile. Sophie didn't like what he was implying. "But then again, you knew what could happen when you came here tonight, didn't you?"

Sophie blushed at that. Yes, she knew what could happen, but she hoped to keep things under control this time, even if James wanted more.

"Before the other guys get here, let me give you the rundown of the bar and what I need you to do," he said, changing the subject and leading her over to the bar. "So the bar is here, everything you need to make a few drinks. Don't worry, they won't ask for anything complicated."

Sophie hadn't really given any thought to actually serving drinks. She had been too focused on what she was wearing to think about anything else.

"Now, when it comes to the game. I need you to work the table. Flirt with them a little, lean over and give them a good view of those tits, especially when they're trying to play a hand. Make sure they keep their eyes on you or you and your husband are going to be out of a lot of money," he told her. But that didn't make any sense. James was supposed to be playing with Richard's money.

A knock on the door interrupted them before she could ask him about it. He gestured towards the door, telling her to go answer it, but she paused to pull down her dress again before walking in that direction. It had ridden up again and was just barely covering her butt.

SMACK, Richard's large hand made contact with her ass as he slapped it through the thin material of her dress. Richard didn't move his hand from her while he leaned in and said one final thing to her.

"Do a good job tonight and I'll fuck you after until you can't remember your husband's name," he told her before giving her a little push towards the door.

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James walked into the lobby and looked around, taking in the grandeur of the hotel. He had looked Richard up in the past and it was obvious that the man had been very successful, but he hadn't expected the man to own a penthouse at a hotel like this. He walked quickly to the elevators, knowing that Sophie was already upstairs. His anticipation was killing him as his heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it in his ears. He stepped off of the elevator and walked to Richard's door, knocking.

He waited for a few seconds until finally, the door opened and his own wife greeted him. They were supposed to pretend they didn't know each other, Richard had insisted, so he did his best acting.

"Uh, hey, James," he introduced himself, offering his hand to his wife as if it was the first time he had met her. Sophie looked absolutely stunning. She had her golden blonde hair in loose curls falling over her shoulders. The emerald dress fit her body snuggly and sensually, her long tan legs and ample cleavage on dazzling display. The stilettos raised her perky rear even higher than normal and made the short dress seem even more immodest. Her slender shoulders showed the thin straps of her dress with the emerald straps of the bra she had on underneath, doing far more than a little teasing. The last touch was a gold body chain that ran off both shoulders and connected between her breasts before continuing down beneath her dress.

James couldn't take his eyes off of her body and he knew that no red-blooded man would be able to focus on anything else with her around the table.

"I'm Sophie," she greeted him and took his hand as she showed him inside the penthouse. There were already a few guys hanging out in the living room, talking. He recognized Richard, who stood imposingly amongst the group, his stature towering over the other men. He also seemed to have taken the center of the conversation, his booming voice telling a story.

Sophie whispered to him as they stopped near the huge kitchen island. She leaned back against the island, trying to look casual while she spoke to him. "Are you sure about this? I think this is going to be too much." Her face and the tone of her voice was deadly serious.

"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to be discreet. He didn't want to draw too much attention to their conversation with the group of men just across the room.

"Richard, the other men. This is going to escalate too much. I can feel it," Sophie told him. James felt his cock twitch at her words. He took a deep breath while he tried to think. He didn't know how much it could escalate but he thought back on how it felt to watch her with Richard and knew what he wanted if it came to that.

"It'll be okay. Let's just see what happens," he said, hoping that if they just stayed for a few minutes, they would settle in and her nerves would calm like they had last time.

"You really want this so badly?" she asked him in a whisper, her eyes looking at him with understanding. "You know what I'm saying and you still want to stay."

James didn't know how to answer that, but he nodded his head. Yes, he told her without words. His young wife studied him as she had the first night she had gone out with Richard. "Whatever happens, you asked for this James. It's all for you. And it's all on you. I want you to know that. I'll play my part, but I told you we should leave."

"Soph..." James started to answer her, but a booming voice cut him off.

"Hey, James, come meet some of the guys," Richard waved him over. James turned away from his wife and walked towards the group of men. "James is the son of an old friend. This is Cliff, Hank, Arthur, and this old fucker is Clarence." Richard quickly introduced them as James shook each of their hands in turn.

Cliff was probably about Richard's age but shorter, much heavier, and balding. Hank was likely in his early fifties, wiry, and greeted James with a thick country accent. Arthur was a small man, probably around sixty, with salt and pepper hair. Lastly, Clarence was an older black man, probably closer to seventy than sixty, with a kind smile who greeted James enthusiastically.

"It's a pleasure to have you with us, James," Clarence said, "Richard insisted you join us tonight, so you better play well so you don't let him down." Clarence laughed, indicating he was clearly messing with James.

James laughed at the joke as well. "I'll do my best, but I'm happy to be here. I'm always up for a good game of poker," James answered.

"I don't know how good of a game it will be, but at least it lets me drink and smoke without any nagging," Cliff said as he glanced at his watch.

"This is almost everyone, but Ben is going to be late," Richard interjected. "Ready to get started? We can keep shooting the shit while we play."

"Yeah, let's do it. I've been itching to get some of my money back after last time," Arthur said with a chuckle. Richard led them to a back room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river. A round table had been set up in the middle of the room with cards and chips already stacked for each player.

Hank whistled as he looked around. "Hell of a nice place to play."

"I think it's clear how good of taste Richard has," Clarence agreed with a glance back to the room they had just left. James wasn't sure but suspected the man may have been referring to Sophie. He had noticed each of the men glancing in her direction whenever they had a chance.

As they were getting started, Sophie came into the room and approached the table. James saw all eyes go to his gorgeous wife. The dress really did an amazing job of highlighting her fit body and slender figure. The dress was made of very thin material and left little to the imagination. The older men weren't ashamed to gawk at her and of course had no idea she was his wife. He thought about what Sophie had said to him a few minutes earlier. Whatever happens, she had said. It was all on him. James watched her, knowing that he wanted to see where this went no matter what.

"Can I get anyone a drink?" she asked the group without showing any of the awkwardness of the situation. She had a hand on her hip as she looked around the table at each of the men in turn.

"I'll take a whiskey, neat," Hank answered first, leaning back in his chair casually. The rest of them followed him and quickly gave her their requests. Sophie had worked as a waitress in college and put those skills to good use as she listened attentively without needing to write anything down.

"Coming right up. You boys have fun," she said in a surprisingly playful voice. He hadn't known what to expect when he came tonight, and after what she had said to him earlier, he had worried she would seem cold or nervous. But Sophie was putting on an Oscar-worthy performance so far. The entire table was transfixed as they watched her strut back to the bar to get their drinks. Her walk seemed far more sensual than normal as her hips swayed side to side with each step. Maybe it was just the stilettos, or maybe she was already trying to get their attention. Either way, nobody looked away until she was out of sight.

"Richard, I've been dying to ask, where did you find this girl?" Cliff asked, gesturing in Sophie's direction.

"Ha, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," Richard laughed with his loud voice. James couldn't help but notice that it seemed that he wasn't the only one enjoying their reactions to Sophie.

"What a fucking body," Arthur said as he watched her move around the bar inside. "I'd say that I miss the days of my wife looking like that, but none of them ever looked half that good."

"Did you see those tits?" Cliff asked, still drooling over her. James could feel his cock react as he listened to them. "She looked good the first time I saw her, but damn, that dress tonight is something else."

"Her tits are hard to miss in that dress. You think they're real?" Hank asked in his thick country accent.

"If they're not, they cost a fortune," Arthur answered. "Any surgeon that could do that is an artist."

"What do you think, James?" Cliff asked him with a nudge and a smirk.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous," he answered after a moment of trying to get his dry mouth to make the sounds he needed.

Clarence had started shuffling the cards so he could deal for the first hand. "She's certainly a lovely young lady," he added as if he was just a kindly grandfather. His answer almost made James laugh as it was so out of place among the rest of the conversation.

"Understatement of the fucking year. She's so fucking sexy," Cliff answered him. "How old is she?" he asked Richard.

"She can't be more than twenty-five," Hank said as he looked in her direction again. James knew that he should try to join in the conversation to fit in, but so far he was just caught up in listening to the men discuss his wife so candidly.

"Barely older than my youngest," Arthur added as he shook his head.

"No offense Arthur, but none of your daughters look fucking anything like that," Cliff said back to him, drawing laughter from the rest of the men at the table. Even James joined in as he started to relax a little around the other men. The awkwardness of everything was fading as he accepted his role in the evening.

"Fuck you, Cliff," Arthur said back to him, but he seemed to take the joke well.

"Are we going to play or what?" Richard said, trying to move them along. Each of the men already had chips in front of them and James had quickly counted and saw that they were for the full amount of the buy in. He had never played poker with such a large amount of money and he could feel his nerves kicking in as his adrenaline surged.

Clarence started dealing and the group's attention locked in on the game. The first hand, James didn't have anything decent, so he folded early. Richard went a little further before folding as well. Not the best start, but plenty of time left.

James took a few deep breaths to try to keep himself relaxed as the second hand was being dealt. The sudden head turns of the men at the table told him that his wife had come back into the room. He couldn't help but watch their faces as Sophie walked in and set down the tray of drinks.

He took his own and took a heavy drink to calm his nerves.

"Thank you, darling," Hank said with a practiced politeness as he took his drink from Sophie, his eyes already drinking in the young woman in front of him. Hank had a certain charm to him and was objectively more handsome than any of the other men, mostly because he significantly younger than most of them.

"You're very welcome," Sophie answered with a smile and walked around the table to bring Richard and Arthur their drinks. Hank watched her ass sway side to side as she walked by him. James didn't know if his heart was racing more from the game or from watching the men leer at her.

Richard took his drink from Sophie. "Thanks, sweetheart," Richard said, followed by a loud SMACK as he slapped James' wife's ass right there in front of the entire table.

James nearly spit out his drink but managed just barely to catch himself. He held his breath as he watched Sophie to see how she would react, but to his shock, she didn't do anything but answer him like it hadn't happened. "Of course," Sophie said in a sultry voice. He quickly looked around at the other men, noting that Hank's eyebrows were raised, Cliff's jaw was nearly on the floor, and Arthur had a small smile on his face. Even Clarence seemed to have suddenly become interested.

After handing out the last of the drinks, she walked back out of the room, leaving them to play and talk.

"Goddamn, Richard!" Cliff said. "You're hitting that?"

"Bullshit," Hank said while looking back at his cards.

"No bullshit, I'd say odds are she'll be bent over this table later tonight helping me celebrate taking all of your money," Richard laughed with a pointed look directly at James. He could feel the heat on his face as Richard told him exactly what he wanted for later that night. James felt his cock rise as he thought about it. Had Richard said something to Sophie earlier to make her concerned that more would happen tonight?

"You'd tell us if this table had been used for that before, right?" Arthur asked as he picked his arms up off the table and inspected it. James had a decent hand, but he was still feeling out the other men and folded when Hank pressed him rather than risking a larger sum of money.

"Well, don't leave us wondering," Cliff said, "Tell us what she's like in bed. Do you know how long it's been since I've fucked a woman that looked like that?"

"I'm sure you've never fucked anyone that looks like that," Arthur said, no doubt a sharper barb because of Cliff's comment about his daughters.

"Let's actually play and maybe I'll tell you what she's like," Richard told the other men. The next hand was dealt out before Richard would say anything more, but the other men didn't forget about the question.

"Well?" Arthur asked, looking at Richard.

"What do you want to know?" Richard asked them, making the men think about their questions while he played the game.

"Is she a real freak?" Cliff asked. "She looks like she would be a freak." James' cock felt like it was about to explode as he listened to them talk about her.

Richard laughed, "She definitely loves cock, that's for sure. Practically begs for it once you start fucking her." James watched everyone's reactions to that, but it was Clarence's he found the most interesting. He didn't show much of an expression, but he was listening as intently as any of the other men.

Hank spoke next, "In my experience, sometimes the really gorgeous ones think they don't need to do anything but lie there. But I can't say I've ever been with a woman that looked that good either."

"Shit," Arthur said quietly. "I don't even remember what a twenty-six-year-old pussy feels like anymore."

Richard answered Hank, ignoring Arthur's comment. "Shit, not this one. She fucks like she loves it."

"She's tight yeah? Damn, I know she's got a tight pussy just from looking at her," Cliff added.

"Well, her pussy is the best I've ever had. So tight I can barely get it in and once I do, feels like it's milking me the entire time. Like its desperate for cum," Richard elaborated. James didn't miss the fact that Richard was talking like it hadn't been a one time event. He wasn't saying it in the past tense. James didn't believe that Sophie had been with him since then, but the way Richard was saying it... doubt had entered his mind.

"Fuck, does she have any friends?" Cliff asked and the table busted into laughter as they kept playing.

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Richard folded again with a sigh. They had been playing for nearly an hour and he was down several thousand now, while James was up only up a few hundred. They certainly weren't doing well despite the amount of attention that the men were paying to Sophie as she strutted around, getting drinks for anyone who needed something.

The lewd banter about his wife had continued but tended to die down whenever she entered the room. She was playing her part well, very well. Sophie would lean on the table when she would stop to talk to them, giving the men across the table a look right down her cleavage and the ones beside her a great view of her ass. The men had started to flirt with her subtly and, a couple of times even complimented her looks. Hank even gave her a tip for bringing him a drink after he won a large pot of chips.

Richard looked at James tensely for a few moments. They both knew that things weren't going quite how they had imagined it. Finally, Richard spoke. "Sophie, come here." His wife had been close to leaving the room but stopped and came back to the table.

"Yes, Richard?" she asked, a faint look of uncertainty on her face that James doubted anyone else would pick up on. She was doing a good job of maintaining her own poker face.

"I think it's safe to say that all of these old men have been staring at you all night. Do you think they like what they see?" he asked her directly. James could feel the awkwardness at the table while he waited for her to answer. Her emerald eyes were fixed on Richard for a moment as she decided how to answer.

"I think so," she answered. Richard turned back to the other men at the table.

"She thinks! Honey, do a spin and let the men tell you what they really think about you," Richard continued. James watched from his seat on the far side of the table.

Sophie slowly turned, giving them a view of her entire body as she did. Her dress had also ridden up over the course of the night, showing off her long, toned legs, but she had stopped pulling it down like she was doing early in the night.

"Gorgeous," Hank said as his eyes looked her up and down.

"That's not what you said earlier, Hank," Richard told him. "She deserves to know."

"Uh," Hank said, pausing.

"You've got a hell of a fucking body," Cliff interjected. He had been by far the boldest with his comments all night, so it didn't surprise. James watched Sophie blush at that comment.

"Now that's more like it," Richard said with a smile spreading across his face. This seemed to really get the other men going as they all added comments and praises for her looks while James sat watching in silence.

"You've all agreed how lovely Sophie is, but perhaps you'd be willing to tip the young lady for a little more... entertainment," Richard continued. James' heart started racing again. He didn't know what Richard had in mind, but he watched as Sophie seemed to be standing even more confidently than before after the comments about her.

James' cock twitched, the anticipation building.

"Sophie, that dress looks a little tight. Why don't you make yourself more comfortable and take it off," Richard suggested so casually it was like he was suggesting she take off her coat. James had been around Richard enough, though, and noted that it wasn't so much a question as much as an order.

His wife looked at him to see what he would say, but James stopped himself. He was afraid that if he objected, it would bring too much attention to him, but his blood flow was now shifting below his waist and he wanted to see what would happen. He stayed silent as she waited to see if he would stop it from going further, and instead, it was Clarence who spoke.

"I'll tip the young lady if she loses the dress," Clarence said as he held up a chip. James couldn't have been any more surprised and even Sophie's expression betrayed her, showing her shock that he was the one who had offered it.

"Shit yeah, me too," Cliff added enthusiastically. "Let's see that body!"

"A tip for the stunning woman to make herself more comfortable," Hank said as he slid a chip over as well. Charming as always.

Arthur didn't say anything but also slid a chip in her direction.

James knew that he needed to keep up the act and was now desperate to see her take the dress off as well, so he also tossed in a chip of his own. I mean, after all, it was going to be his money either way. "Me too," James managed to say. Sophie shot him a glance as he tossed in the chip, but her face was inscrutable after she regained her composure.

Richard gathered them up and added one of his own. "Here, sweetheart," he told her as he pressed the chips into her hand and leaned in to whisper something to her. "And get me another drink on your way back," he told her.

Sophie looked at him again, holding eye contact with her husband. She was giving him another chance to stop things from going further, but his cock was in complete control already. He would have pushed his entire stack of chips in to get her to lose that dress in front of the table of men. Realizing that James wasn't going to say a word, she turned and walked out of the room.

The men played another hand, but they were all anxiously waiting for her to return and the conversation was limited. James heard the door to the penthouse open and heavy footsteps came down the hallway toward them until a man appeared that he didn't recognize.

"Sorry I'm late, guys," the man said as he joined them and took a seat at the last spot at the table. The man was probably in his mid-fifties as well, heavyset but to a lesser degree than Cliff, and had a grey beard.

"Glad you could make it, Ben," Hank greeted him and leaned over to shake his hand.

"Yeah, sorry, I had to drop my daughter off at the airport and traffic was awful," Ben told them. "Hey, I'm Ben. I don't think we've met," he said as he extended his hand to James.

"James. Nice to meet you," James answered him as he shook his hand. They played another hand and this time James lost a few hundred dollars after he took a chance on a good hand. Unfortunately, Clarence had a better one. He took another drink from his glass. Things weren't going quite how he hoped in terms of poker, but he was thinking more about Sophie than the card game at this point.

The sound he had been waiting for silenced the room. The click of the stilettos on the marble floor was the only thing in existence until she appeared at the doorway. Every eye was on her as she started strutting across the room with Richard's drink in hand. James' jaw was nearly on the floor as he saw what she was wearing. His wife was still in the stilettos, but other than that, all she was wearing was the gold body chain and a matching set of dark green lingerie in the form of a skimpy bra and panty set that James had never seen. He knew for a fact that she had never owned anything this risqué and he wondered where she had even gotten it from. He had expected her to be in her underwear, but this was much more than he was prepared for.

Her C-cup breasts bounced with every step as the bra had almost no support. Sophie's tanned skin, golden blonde hair, and athletic body were complimented perfectly by the lingerie that matched her eyes. The gold body chain fell between her breasts and then around her waist, adding just a hint of color and making the outfit seem even more seductive. Her toned body was outrageous in the outfit, with her taut tummy and firm muscles really standing out. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever until they reached her pert ass that was held high in the air from the angle of the stilettos and left unobscured by the dainty thong.

"Holy shit," Hank said in his country accent as he watched her walk across the room. He sat up straight in his chair and he turned almost completely around to watch her.

Cliff's mouth was literally hanging open as he watched James' wife approach the table in her lingerie. He was almost drooling. For once, the man seemed speechless.

"Thanks," Richard said as he took his drink and turned back to the table to continue the current hand. The man must really want to win if he was going to pass up taking in every second of this view. James' cock however was in charge and his full attention was on her for the moment.

Sophie turned toward the rest of the table, but as her eyes fell on the newest man who had joined them, James saw her go completely rigid. In an instant, her entire demeanor changed. Her arms went across her body in a futile attempt to provide some modesty and her face and upper chest went bright red.

"Mr. Miller," her voice was quiet but she couldn't get any more words out. He followed where her eyes were looking until they landed on Ben. He saw the expression on the man's face and his wide eyes, the realization hitting James like a truck. They knew each other. They definitely knew each other. Oh shit. Oh shit. James hadn't even considered this as a possibility.

Richard's expression changed from across the table from confusion to surprise. "You know her, Ben?" Richard asked him, trying to understand what was happening. His surprise seemed genuine to James, at least telling him this wasn't some planned surprise from Richard.

"Uh, yeah, I uh, Sophie's been friends with my daughter for years," he muttered as his eyes were glued to her barely covered body. The name - Miller. He racked his brain, thinking. Nora's father? Oh God. Nora was a friend of Sophie's from high school and had been one of her bridesmaids when they got married. He was thankful that he hadn't met the man because Ben didn't seem to recognize him even now that he knew Sophie was there. It also meant that he would probably think that Sophie was cheating on him

James could only imagine what the man must be thinking, seeing her like this. He was sure that the man had never dreamed he would get such a view.

"Excuse me," Sophie said and hurried from the room. James felt tied to his seat as he watched her walk as fast as she could in her stilettos. The entire table was silent as they watched her thong-covered ass as she walked out. He started to stand to go after her, but Richard stopped him with a look. A warning really that he couldn't let it be known that it was his wife. James stayed put reluctantly.

"I'll go check on her," Richard announced. "Just a minute." He briskly walked out of the room after Sophie while the rest of the men were left waiting.

Cliff spoke first to nobody in particular, "Well shit, tonight got interesting." Hank laughed at that and shook his head but the table fell back into silence while they waited. The next person to speak again surprised James.

"How long have you been wondering what her body looked like?" Clarence asked Ben. Ben, to his credit, at least looked embarrassed at the question.

"Arthur, any of your daughter's friends look like that?" Cliff asked him.

"I fucking wish," Arthur answered. "I wouldn't have minded them being around the house all the time if they had."

"Well, either way, it's going to be hard to pretend you haven't seen her like that," Hank added.

A few agonizing minutes went by and then James decided to go after them, but just before he stood to find them, he heard them coming back into the room. To his surprise, Sophie hadn't put on her dress but was still just in her lingerie as she walked back in with Richard.

Richard retook his seat. "Let's keep playing," he said without further explanation. Everyone else at the table was quiet, unsure of what to say. It was Sophie who broke the silence.

"Mr. Miller, can I get you anything to drink?" she asked him as she leaned on the table, her breasts nearly spilling out of the green lace that was holding them in. James could see the outline of nipples through the thin material.

Ben's eyes were fixed on her body and he seemed to have forgotten how to speak entirely.

"Ben?" Richard tried to get his attention as the man was staring down the cleavage of the sexy blonde in front of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, just a beer," he answered awkwardly. "Uh, thanks, Sophie." She turned and walked away, the men all shifting in their seats as they watched her go.

It was James' turn before the interruption and he hadn't had a chance to go yet.

"Call," James said, catching the table off guard. The entire table had been watching Sophie as she leaned over the table and then as she walked away. Hank and Cliff had mindlessly raised on their turns earlier while they waited for her to come back without her dress. As the cards were turned over, he knew he had won his biggest hand yet. He swept the pile of chips to himself and smiled. Maybe this strategy could actually work.

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Sophie could see the hunger in the men's eyes as she came back to the table with Ben's drink. Cliff was by far the boldest with his comments, but every one of them looked like they wanted to take her right there and were only held back by the presence of the other men. I mean, she had to admit she looked quite good in the lingerie and it was very flattering on her.

She walked around the table with the drink, handing it to Ben and holding eye contact with him as she did. He still looked stunned to see her, but his eyes were as hungry as everyone else's as they studied her. Oh God, what would Nora think if she knew about her dad seeing her like this? She had been ready to leave, putting her dress back on in the bedroom when Richard had come to talk to her.

He had assured her that it would be fine, that Ben wouldn't tell a soul, that Nora wouldn't find out. She had asked him how he could be sure of that, but he didn't say anything. He had just kissed her. She didn't know why, but she had kissed him back. The things the men had said, the way they had looked at her all night, the look in James' eyes watching it all, it had her so turned on already that she was primed to give in and she hadn't been able to forget what it was like being with him.

His kiss was rough and he tasted of whiskey, but then he pulled back and told her to come back and he would take care of Ben. She wasn't sure, but she hadn't fought him when he slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then he led her back out and she played her part again.

She walked back around the table, careful in the tall stilettos, planning to collect herself in the other room while she gave them a minute to play. Suddenly, an arm grabbed her around the waist.

"Come sit with Hank, darling," the man told her in his country accent as he pulled her into his lap so she was facing away from him and toward the table. Previously, none of the men had gone so far as to touch her, but taking off her dress seemed to have taken down that barrier.

Her eyes found her husband, their eyes searching each other's for a moment, and she realized that his eyes were the hungriest of all of the ones looking back at her. Her husband seemed to be enjoying the show and he didn't say or do anything about her sitting in the other man's lap.

Hank had one hand on her hip bone, his rough hand against her delicate skin. She adjusted to get more comfortable in his lap but made no attempt to get out of his lap as she shot another glance at James. Hank's fingers were running along the side of her thong, playing with the string of emerald material along her hip. It felt good and she could feel how aroused Hank was to have her there. She had been expecting that it would be Richard who was aggressive, but Hank was handsome and she was feeling so worked up. She adjusted herself again, really grinding against his lap. God, that cock felt so hard. If James wanted her to do this, then so be it. She just hoped he enjoyed the show. She had told him that anything that happened would be on him.

Hank reached up and slipped a chip into the cup of her bra and gave her breast a squeeze. God, she didn't know how she found herself in these positions. "Mmmm," Sophie let out as she slowly moved her ass around in Hank's lap. James was still watching her with a look in his eyes that told her he didn't want it to stop.

All eyes were on her as Hank's hands started to explore her body, but the poker hadn't stopped. Richard made sure of that as he pressed them to keep playing. Hank had one hand on each of her breasts, only separated from them by the thin layer of lace. He was gently massaging them while they continued to play. She could feel how hard he was and she continued to slowly move her ass against it, trying to drive him crazy. Shit, she was actually losing herself to it again the same way she had with Richard. Hank's poker had been sloppy the last few hands with her in his lap and she decided to push it. He was doing a good job of hiding his cards from even her, but she figured based on his lack of attention to the game, that it wasn't great.

She was just so horny that she couldn't help upping the ante herself. "You know, sometimes, to get what you want, you have to take a risk," she whispered to him as she put extra pressure down on his lap. Hank smiled as she gestured to the chips.

"Is that right?" he asked with his country twang. She nodded slowly while looking back at him. Hank took his hand off of her breast and pushed a pile of chips forward, raising. A minute later, Richard won the hand.

"Oops," Sophie said playfully, "Too bad." She stood up off of Hank's lap suddenly, certain she was leaving his cock aching without relief. She couldn't help but smile at that thought.

Sophie walked slowly around the table, the men captivated by her every step. It reminded her of when Richard had her strip for him. The attention, the lust in the men's eyes, it made her feel so incredibly sexy. She felt powerful as she passed her husband, running her hand through James' hair as she passed him. When she got to Cliff, he pulled her to him, apparently wanting the same experience Hank had.

She fell into his lap, sitting across him as if riding sidesaddle. Cliff was much more aggressive than Hank had been as his hands immediately found the top of her ass and gave it a squeeze while the other mauled her breasts. There was no subtlety with Cliff. She watched her husband, James, who was struggling to focus while he watched her with the other men.

"God, you're so sexy," Cliff said as his hands made their way over her body.

"Thank you," Sophie said quietly as she relaxed and tried to enjoy his hands fumbling over her.

"Cliff, your turn," Richard reminded him, but he didn't answer as he was lost in Sophie's body.

"Cliff," Richard said again, raising his voice.

"What do you think, darling?" Cliff asked her.

"I like it when the pot is big," she said with as much emphasis dripping off of the word big as she could muster. She looked right at her husband as she said it, but she was thinking about someone else.

"Fuck it, raise," Cliff said as he tossed several chips into the middle. His hands immediately returned to her, massaging her thighs. Sophie saw Richard looking at her and she knew what he wanted. It was Richard's turn. She slid off of Cliff's lap as he let out a sound that told her that he was disappointed. She continued her circle around the table, moving slowly to really build their anticipation.

Arthur reached out and ran his hand gently over her ass as she walked by him, but didn't stop her. She could feel her heart pounding as she approached Richard. His eyes bore into her and she knew exactly what he wanted from her. He had told her when she first got here. He had promised he would fuck her until she couldn't remember James' name and she believed him. She walked directly toward him now, anticipating his touch any second, but she didn't reach him.

Clarence's hands were gentle as she found herself in his lap, facing her husband across the table. His hands slowly slid up her tummy to her perky breasts to start teasing her nipples. It wasn't what she had expected, but his hands were deft and he knew what he was doing. She shifted in his lap to get more comfortable, but then she felt it. Oh my God. She looked at Clarence as she reached her hand down to his lap to feel it for herself. That couldn't be real.

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James had thought his cock was going break through the table as he watched his wife sit in Hank and Cliff's laps, but this was something else.

Clarence's hands were all over his wife's body, the contrast in their skin tone adding a layer of intrigue that James didn't fully understand. He had been shocked when the kindly older man had grabbed his wife and pulled her into his lap, but it was so incredibly erotic.

"James," Richard said, bringing him back to the moment so he could focus on the cards. The last several hands now had shifted heavily in their favor as the other men could hardly even pay attention to what was happening on the table. They were all watching as Sophie ground herself on Clarence's lap with her eyes closed, his hands groping her breasts and feeling up and down her body.

Richard pushed his chips all in suddenly. Everyone folded in turn until it got to Clarence. He hadn't said anything yet, as he was busy feeling up James' sexy young wife right in front of him. His hands had been working Sophie like she was an instrument that he had played for years. Her body was responding like he had read an instruction manual, her eyes still closed as she let him do as he pleased.

"What do you think? Should I put it all in?" Clarence asked Sophie with the same soft-spoken voice he had used all night.

James' mouth went dry. There was no way he was asking her about his bet. He saw Hank sit forward to listen to her answer. Sophie's eyes were still closed, but she managed to moan softly.

"Yeah, put it allll in," she moaned, dragging out the word all as she continued to work her ass backward and forward in his lap. He listened and reached forward, pushing his entire pile of chips into the middle of the table.

"You heard the lady," he said, one of his hands going between her thighs, playing with her over her panties. James was afraid he would cum if his cock touched anything as he watched the decadent display in front of him. They flipped their cards over and Richard whooped as he saw that he had won.

"I guess I'll just focus on Sophie," Clarence said as he continued to play with her. James could tell that her breath had gotten heavier as the man teased her.

"Fuck off Clarence, you have to share," Cliff chided him. "Come here, Sophie," he called her back.

"I haven't had a turn yet," a voice said. The night was full of surprises. Sophie opened her eyes and looked directly at Ben but she actually looked at Clarence before she moved.

"You can come back to me in a few minutes, it'll be waiting for you," Clarence told her as he helped her stand up off of his lap.

Ben beckoned her over to him and she slowly walked over to his chair as he pushed himself out to give them room before helping guide her into his own lap. She gave him the same treatment she had the other men at the table, treating it like it was her job.

"Wow, Sophie," he said as she made herself comfortable and his hands started to explore her. They quickly found her breasts and squeezed them.

"Fuck I've looked at these for years, wondering what they felt like," he said as he pinched her sensitive nipples. The apparent embarrassment from earlier had disappeared as he watched James' wife's display with the rest of the men. Sophie ground her ass down onto his lap to tease him as her response.

"Keep moving that ass against me," he told her and James watched as she made even more exaggerated movements, no doubt rubbing her ass directly against his cock.

"You like that... Mr. Miller?" Sophie asked him as she kept doing it.

"Goddamn, you're good at it," he told her. Without asking, Ben, or Mr. Miller as Sophie called him, undid her bra and pulled it down in one motion. Her perky, bare breasts were left exposed to the entire table of men watching. Sophie gasped at that, but he continued to massage her breasts and she didn't fight him.

Ben seemed the most aggressive in his efforts to push forward with her and James suspected this wasn't the first time he had fantasized about Sophie, but no doubt he had never expected to have his hands on her like this. Suddenly, the man stood up and pushed Sophie forward, bending her over the poker table. He immediately dropped his pants and yanked Sophie's thong down to her ankles. James' breath caught in his chest as he watched Sophie step out of the thong and spread her legs for one of her best friend's father. Nobody protested, even Richard as they were all enthralled watching the man prepare to fuck her right there in front of them. His cock was average, but he quickly lined it up and teased her opening for a moment. James went to say something since Sophie wasn't on birth control and he didn't have on a condom, but Sophie beat him to the punch.

"Mmmm," Sophie moaned, "Put it in," she begged him. Mr. Miller didn't need to be told twice and slowly started plunging his unprotected cock into her fertile pussy. James was left speechless for a moment. If Sophie had lost control last time, this was another level.

"I guess I was right about the table but wrong about it being me," Richard said, causing several of the men to laugh at the joke.

"Sophie!" James found his voice, finally intervening as this had gone too far. Her gorgeous green eyes looked up at him as the man was almost completely buried in her. When she saw James, it was like she was awoken from a dream. Her eyes widened, and she turned to look behind her at the man whose cock was inside her. James wasn't sure if it was hearing his voice or really remembering who the man was behind her, but the spell was broken.

"Wait, wait, Mr. Miller," Sophie put her hand back on his stomach, pushing him back. His raging hard-on slipped out of her, dripping with her lubrication. She looked around at all of them and then connected with James.

"I have to go," she said as she stepped away from Ben and walked as fast as she could for the door in her stilettos, leaving her discarded lingerie behind. She shot one last parting look at James, telling him to follow her.

James stood, trying to hide the tent in his pants as he prepared to make his exit. "It's actually really late, and my wife will be expecting me. In fact, she's probably already upset that I'm not home. It was very nice to meet all of you and let me know if you play again soon," James said and then looked at Richard. "Richard, I'll settle up with you tomorrow?" He didn't wait for an answer before he turned and followed his wife. Every person at the table seemed too confused to speak, but as he turned the corner, he heard Hank finally speak.

"What the fuck was that?" Hank asked as James hurried to the front door.

James half-jogged to try to catch Sophie before she got to the elevator, but he found her waiting for him just outside of the penthouse. She had put on her dress without any of her underwear and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. He took off his jacket and gave it to her to wear for modesty as they made their way through the lobby and out to the parking lot to his car. Even in the jacket she attracted the eyes of most of the men they passed and even a few of the women.

As soon as they got in the car, Sophie reached over and grabbed his cock through his pants. He looked over and for one last surprise of the night, he could see the lust in Sophie's eyes even in the dimly lit cab. She hadn't gotten what she wanted so badly tonight and he was going to be the lucky one to satisfy her this time. "Take me home, hurry," she pleaded with him.

His foot was heavy as he drove over the speed limit. He merged onto the highway in the direction of their house, Sophie's hand rubbing him nonstop.

"I don't know how long I'm going to last," James admitted. "I already feel close. It was almost too much watching you tonight." Sophie unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out while he was driving. "What are you doing?" he asked her, unsure if she heard him.

"I'm going to make you cum before we get home so you last longer," she said and she leaned over the console and brought her head down to his cock, taking him into her mouth. James was right. She had typically only given him this attention on special occasions and never this enthusiastically. Sophie's head bobbed up and down on his cock and she quickly proved him right. He didn't last long. He felt a massive release coming as he focused on just keeping the car between the lines on the road.

"I'm going to cum, Sophie," he warned her, but she kept blowing him until he felt his cock pulse and release a massive load into her warm mouth. His head was spinning from the intensity of the release. He felt her cough when he filled her mouth, but she managed to stay in place until she finally pulled back slowly and then swallowed.

"That was so much," Sophie said in awe as she looked at him. "You were that turned on?"

"Fuck, Sophie, yeah," he admitted as he pressed the gas down harder.

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They burst through the door of the house, already tearing off each other's clothes. Her dress was discarded in a heap by the door before it had even finished closing. His pants were left in the hallway as they hurried to the bedroom.

He kissed Sophie hard, following her backward onto the bed. "I need you now," Sophie told him, desperate for the hard cock, or cocks, she had wanted earlier in the night. She spread her legs, giving him full access to her dripping pussy. They kissed again as he lined himself up with her, having recovered from his climax in the car. He knew he would be able to go for awhile now.

"Tonight was so hot," James said when they broke from their kiss. He was teasing her with the tip of his cock, making her wait just a few more seconds.

"God, I just lost all control," Sophie admitted, covering her face with her hands as if embarrassed by it.

"You were going to let him fuck you," James said as he pressed himself slowly into her an inch before pulling back out.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "I stopped it."

"No, I stopped it. You were going to let Nora's dad fuck you in front of all of them," he told her. "You told him to put it in and then you let him."

"Yeah, he put it in." As she admitted it, James stopped teasing her and buried every inch of himself into his young wife, drawing a gasp from her.

"What made you lose control?" James asked her. "Was it the way they played with your breasts?" He needed to know. "Was it being watched?"

"Both," she answered him as he started a steady pace to try to bring her to orgasm.

"What else?" he asked, pressing her. Sophie turned her head away from him, embarrassed, but she answered him.

"I could feel how hard they were when I sat in their laps," she admitted as he gave her steady, deliberate strokes. He could tell that she was starting her build towards an orgasm.

"Really?" he asked, stunned by the admission.

"Yeah, I could feel how badly they wanted me," she told him, still not looking directly at him.

"How badly they wanted to fuck you?" James asked her.

"Yeahhhh," she moaned as he gave her an extra long, deep stroke. James couldn't help himself. Sophie was so full of lust that she was more open than he had ever seen her about sex and he had to know everything.

"I thought you were going to want Richard tonight," he told her, testing those waters.

"I did, God, I did," she admitted, "After he kissed me, but then..."

"Then what? Ben?" he asked, trying to split his attention between bringing her to orgasm and asking her questions. He would have to find out when Richard kissed her later as well. She seemed to hit her breaking point and he felt her body shudder and her pussy tighten around his cock.

"Clarenceee," she moaned as she came hard. James fucked her through the orgasm, waiting for the chance to ask what she meant. It lasted for about twenty seconds before her body relaxed, but her eyes were still glassy from the intensity of it.

"What about Clarence?" James asked her, desperate for the answer.

"He was so big," she whispered. He could feel himself getting close again and the talk wasn't helping him keep control.

"Bigger than Richard?" James asked her.

"Yeah," she panted. "So huge. I couldn't believe it at first." She was responding in a way that he felt like she was getting close to cumming again already. The talk was getting more than just him excited.

"Is that why you were grinding on him so much?" James asked as he felt his own climax about to arrive.

"I couldn't help it," she moaned as he felt her clamp down again as she came. This time, it was too much for James as he came for the second time within the hour, this time filling up her unprotected womb while she talked about another man's cock.

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xzzxzzx writes Tue 30 Apr 2024 21:27:

Please write a third part!!!

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James writes Mon 15 Apr 2024 20:48:

This is going great. Hopefully there's more with another twist

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Jan writes Sun 14 Apr 2024 23:51:

I suspect that there is a Part 3. I hope so.

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