So, I gladly left bra and panties off, and scampered around the boys in my tank tops, sun dresses, and mini-skirts, letting my boobs bounce around untethered, and using every excuse to bump into and lean against each of the players as I moved between the kitchen and the dinette table where the poker was being played.Īs expected, all of the men, including Danny, began surreptitiously touching and squeezing every part of my body throughout these evenings. (I think he thought he’d win more pots if his friends were distracted.) He even suggested I not wear bra or panties under my thin clothing. Sometimes a short sun dress or just an oversized football jersey.ĭanny had noticed how much I enjoyed the attention of his friends, and he encouraged me to be even more friendly while providing snacks and getting beers. I enjoyed all the attention I got from Danny and his friends, and even started dressing a little more risqué for these game nights….usually a mini-skirt or short shorts, with a tank top or thin cotton shirt. And why not? I’m a pretty brunette with a constant smile and great figure – about 5’5”, with a slim waist and 36D rack that seemed to get a lot of looks, and – frankly – I loved showing it off. I liked his friends and I enjoyed serving them snacks and hanging around them as they joked and needled each other, all the time laughing when winning and grumbling when losing.ĭanny’s friends always paid me a lot of attention during these poker nights at our house. He and his buddies played at our house every week. One of Danny’s interests was playing poker. Things were comfortable…we both had good jobs, good friends, a nice home, and plenty of hobbies and interests.

Eventually fucking me becomes the “pot” for the winner.ĭanny and I had been married for seven years. My husband had a weekly poker game and I enjoyed the attention his friends gave me as I bounced and jiggled around the table in my skimpy outfits while serving everyone beer and chips.

Stepdad's Poker Night by Dyson Porter