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Poker Night
Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: GustavJorgenson, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
her outfit. She was wearing a short, tight black dress that clung to her ample tits and ass and her pale white upper thighs peeked out above her thigh high stockings. Even Carl had to whistle appreciatively as she presented herself to us for inspection. “What a body!” said Arnold with admiration. “You look very attractive, Zoe,” said Ben primly, but his glasses were literally steaming up at the sight of my wife’s curvaceous body. “Does this dress make my ass look big?” asked Zoe with concern as she turned and bent over slightly so we could examine her rear end. “Yes, but in a good way,” I said, as I eyed my wife’s round buttocks, perfectly outlined by the absurdly tight dress. “I’d tap that,” muttered Arnold under his breath. “Shut up Arny,” said Carl. Zoe turned to face us again, smoothing her dress over her hips uneasily. “I don’t know, I feel fat. I have to suck my gut in. Do I really look sexy enough?” “Maybe too sexy,” admitted Carl. “Thing is, that dress is so tight, I can see the outline of your bra,” commented Arnold neutrally. “I know, I noticed that,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her boobs. “But if I take off my bra, my boobs will be bouncing out of control.” I think Ben surprised us all when he chimed in. “Well you are trying to send the message that you are, ah, available,” said Ben, pushing his glasses back up his nose awkwardly. We all broke out laughing at the idea of nerdy Ben encouraging my wife to lose her bra. “Jeez, Ben, I didn’t think you had it in ...