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Poker Night

Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: GustavJorgenson, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

balls?” asked Arnold, grinning madly. “It’s a little disturbing how much you are enjoying this, Arny,” I said, shaking my head. “But at this point, I could handle, I don’t know, maybe some hugging and kissing, nothing more. No ball touching.” “What, not even though his pants?” blurted Zoe. We all looked at her in surprise and she reddened in shame. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I made out on the couch with anyone, but a proper snog definitely involves some crotch squeezing.” “You want to grab this guy’s crotch?” I demanded, feeling jealous and a little angry. “Well, you know, I assume he’s got a pretty good sized package down there and I wouldn’t mind checking it out a little,” said my wife, trying to hide her excitement. My rebellious cock stiffened in reaction and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Uh, ok, that’s too much information,” I said. “What about second base?” asked Arnold, pointing to Zoe’s boobs. “Does the lucky guy get to squeeze Zoe’s luscious knockers?” “Well of course,” exclaimed Zoe impulsively. She saw the look of shock on my face and covered her mouth in embarrassment. “I mean, if you approve dear. But really, it’s kind of hard to imagine fooling around without some boob action.” “Yes, that’s true,” I admitted stiffly, fingering my boner through my pants under the table as I pictured that jerk fondling my wife on the couch while I watched. “This is going to be so hot,” gushed Arnold. His nose was getting red from the alcohol. “You are a goddamn ... pervert, Arny,” said Carl. “Oh my gosh, I am feeling so nervous all of a sudden,” said my wife, fanning her face with her hand. “I mean, I haven’t been on a date in years. What am I going to wear?” She looked down at us and spread her arms imploringly. “Normally, I would have my girlfriends help me, but since there is no time, I need you guys to help me pick out a properly slutty outfit. I’ll be right back.” “Slutty?” I asked grumpily. “Why not wear something modest?” “Honey,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her hips the way she does when I forget to take out the garbage. “You and I have agreed that there is going to be some hanky panky between Will and I tonight. But he doesn’t know that yet. I can’t just come out and invite him home to make out with me. I have to send him the message with my outfit.” “Oh my god,” I said, putting my face into my palm. “What have I gotten myself into?” “Oh don’t worry dear, this is going to be fun, you’ll see,” chattered Zoe. Then she sprinted off to our bedroom like a teenage girl to get changed. “Boy, she’s pretty enthusiastic all of sudden,” grumbled Carl. “Well, to be fair, Ed has agreed to this,” said Ben, taking up the cards and shuffling them. “Sure, she’s just excited to be going on a date. It probably makes her feel young again,” said Arnold reasonably as Ben dealt out a hand. “Ante up.” We played out a hand and I drained one beer quickly and then pulled another round from the fridge before Zoe returned to the dining room to show off ...