Lucky Man Ch. 04

"Marie is definitely going to play," Ed said. "She loves poker."

"I'm in," Kelly said, winking at Duncan. She started to sit next to her husband but Drake held up his hand.

"We've got some new rules for tonight," he said. "No sitting next to your own spouse. We don't want couples cheating. We're playing for real money."

He began to lay out the buy in rules. "That's about it," he said as he wrapped up. "We'll be playing Texas Hold-Em, of course."

Everyone began to count out some cash for the buy in. It didn't get too crazy, nothing over 100 dollars. There weren't going to be any irritated friendships tonight.

Drake was a serious poker player, and wouldn't create any silly rules just to spice up the game. He truly enjoyed playing. While he certainly enjoyed pushing boundaries, poker was one of the few things that he wouldn't try and actively corrupt. There would be no strip poker, at least until after the real game had been played.

Conversation remained light for most of the first hour of play, and Duncan found himself up at the end, but only by a little. Everyone else but Drake and Becky seemed to be down by a little. Kelly surprised everyone by going all in on the last hand of the hour.

Duncan could tell she was bluffing, but didn't have the heart to put her out of the game. Marie looked up at him and chuckled.

"All in," she said, smiling at Kelly.

"Bitch," Kelly said with a smirk.

"I know you're bluffing," she admitted with a shrug. Everyone else folded then, and the girls turned over their hand.

"Damnit, Marie," Kelly said, pouting.

"Well, I guess you get to distract everyone else then," she said with a smile.

"Sorry Kel," Drake said with a shrug.

She waved her hands in dismissal. "It's fine," she said. "I'll refresh everyone's drinks." She stood then and grabbed all of the scotch tumblers and moved over to Drake's bar as the game resumed. She came back around then table then to deliver the freshly filled glasses. Stopping by Drake, she bent low over the table and gave everyone a tantalizing view of her cleavage.

"Little hussy," Becky joked.

Grinning, Kelly shrugged and repeated the move at Mark's side. He chuckled and shook his head. She moved over to Ed and did it again, but this time Ed playfully stuck his face into her cleavage.

She smacked him on the shoulder as he came up for air then. "What?" he asked. "I was just getting a good look!" The mood in the room was light, and the alcohol was making Kelly a little braver than normal. He was very proud of her.

She went and grabbed the wine bottle and moved around the table to fill the wine glasses for the ladies, dropping low again as people bet on the current hand.

As she finished, she set the bottle back on the bar and went back to walk around the table.

A sudden impulse seemed to strike her then, and she stopped at Ed.

"Here," she said, grabbing Ed's chair suddenly and pulling herself into his lap. "Let's see if I'm good luck!"

*****

Kelly

Ed laughed when she sat down, but offered no words of resistance. She landed on his left leg and looked up at Duncan and then Marie to ensure that she hadn't overstepped her boundaries. They were both laughing, so she decided to stay there. He set his left hand on her hip, and then showed her his cards.

"What do you think?" he asked.

She looked at the cards that were already on the table and then back at his hand. "Well, if you're really asking the first person that was put out of the game for card advice, I think you're in trouble." She grinned back at him.

He laughed and shook his head. "That's a very good point."

As the game continued, she became keenly aware of his hand on her hip. It was almost like it was scorching hot, like it would burn through her sexy new dress. She felt the pressure of his fingertips as they danced lightly on the curve of her hip. He was tantalizingly close to her crotch, only few inches away, it seemed. Try as she might, she couldn't focus on the card game. It wasn't sexually intrusive, she didn't feel that it was placed there as a sexual act.

The heat of his palm seemed to radiate through her body. She felt his fingers drum lightly against her dress. She sighed softly and fought against the urge to move his hand, closer or further away from her, she didn't know.

Tap, tap, tap.

His fingers seemed to be pulsing with energy, every little tap caused her to grow more excited.

Her mind raced with thoughts.

"God, his hand is right there! Your husband can see you being a whore! All he would have to do is just slide his hand five or six more inches and he'd be touching your pussy!"

She felt the heat beginning to spread throughout her body then, seeming to move on its own from his deliberate hand. He wasn't moving it, or squeezing. It was just there!

"God, this is turning me on," she realized.

She looked up at Duncan and froze. He knew she was getting turned on. For the briefest of seconds she was terrified, but then Duncan smiled and winked at her.

Her attention was forced back to Ed's hand, and how direct and forceful she felt it was being. Her husband was watching! How dare he touch her in such a familiar manner!

"You aren't doing anything about it," she scolded. "You're letting another man put his hand on you, in a familiar way and in a familiar place!"

She sighed then, taking a drink of wine and glanced around the table. Everyone seemed to be lost in the card game. She glanced down. The hand was still in its place at her hip. She set her glass down and leaned back again. She felt her pussy squish a little bit, inside her panties.

"Another man is getting you wet," she thought. "God I'm such a slut!"

Her attention was forced back to the hand again, its fingers lightly tapping against the fabric.

"Why doesn't he just do it?" she thought, but then immediately fought to clear the thought from her head. She leaned forward, the action causing her pussy to squish a little more. She glanced back up at Duncan, all the while feeling that damn hand on her hip, its fingers tap-tap-tapping.

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. The hand had been replaced by cool air, as Ed reached up and grabbed his glass to get a sip. She had a brief feeling of longing then, wanting the warmth back instead of the cool air.

"It's just a hand!" she screamed silently at herself. "It was just your hip!"

She swore silently. "If it was just a hand on your hip, then why did it make you wet? Whore."

Time seemed to slow then, as Ed reached up to set the tumbler back on the poker table. She saw him drop his hand, almost interminably slowly back down. She felt it brush her hip, but then continue downwards, to hang beside him.

Confused, she looked down, and then back at the card game.

"Why didn't he put it back?" she thought. "What's wrong?" she asked herself. "What did you do?"

She quietly chewed her lip as the game went on. Her hip seemed to miss the contact, the warmth that had spread from this other man's touch faded away. She felt it then, and immediately knew why he'd removed his hand. She smiled in quiet shock. Pushing gently into her left hip, was his erection.

"Oh my God!" the thought came again. "He's just as turned as I am!"

She fought to stay still then, not wanting to push any more on it, and not wanting to lose the

sensation. Her internal battle of wills was nearly overwhelming her and she fought to keep from reaching down to grasp him or standing up.

"He seems to be decently well endowed," she thought. Suddenly horrified at the thoughts careening around her mind, she took another sip of wine and hurriedly set the glass down.

"You should reach down and stroke it. Get off his lap now! You're such a slut!" the thoughts came in hurried flashes then, and she couldn't think straight. She reached forward for her glass of wine again, but realized she was already holding it, and then decided to set it back on the table so she didn't look weird.

Ed leaned up, the movement pulling his erection from her hip, but then his hand circled around her waist and shifted her across his lap. She tensed her calves and thighs, preparing to stand, but felt him pull down on her slightly, dragging her buttocks across his erection.

"God, he's so hard," she thought as she obediently moved to his other side. She looked down as his hand was moved from her waist. He switched the cards in his hand to the other and tossed them on the table, folding. Both the fingers of his left hand brushed lightly on her hip then, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in a brief flutter.

"Fuck!" she thought, standing quickly.

"Mind if I use your restroom?" she asked, looking over at Molly. Molly nodded and gestured towards the door. As she left, she leaned down and kissed Duncan, who had a knowing smile on his face.

"Anyone need anything while I'm up?" she asked.

"No, thank you," came the consensus from those still in the game. She immediately disappeared into the small guest bathroom and washed her face. She looked up into the mirror as she dabbed it dry.

"What the fuck was that?" she silently screamed at the girl in the mirror.

"You know you liked it," the mirror seemed to reply.

Kelly couldn't help but agree, as she finished drying her face and left the room. She stood there numbly for a moment, before heading for her old chair.

"Hey, I didn't get a turn," Mark said with a wide smile.

"I folded," Ed said, "the good luck charm didn't work, for that hand at least." He looked over at Kelly and winked.

She glanced down at Duncan questioningly.

He nodded. "It's only fair."

She felt her heart beat faster.

"As long as Becky is okay with it," he added.

"Right," Kelly said. "Becky? You're boyfriend wants me to sit in his lap. Are you okay with that?" she asked directly.

The younger girl laughed but shrugged. "We're fuck buddies, not dating," she said.

"Oh whatever," Marie said. "You two are clearly dating."

Mark shrugged, not denying it. He held out his arm then. "C'mere gorgeous, give me some good luck."

Sighing playfully, Kelly moved over quickly towards where she was being called. He slapped his right knee, indicating where he wanted her. She began to sit on the indicated leg, but as soon as she did, she felt him shift her into his lap.

"That's better," he said, looking over her shoulder. She had turned both of her legs inward, with her hands folded between her knees as she sat on him. Softly biting her bottom lip, she felt it again, the hand on her hip, followed by an intrusive bulge on her thigh.

"Fuck," she thought. "I'm such a whore. Duncan's going to hate me."

She looked up at her husband, who now had a much better view of what was happening below the level of the table. He was smiling widely.

"I fold," he said, tossing down a 2 of clubs and a 7 of diamonds.

"God, he's getting harder by the second!" she thought.

She focused on his hand, taking its liberties at her hip, the fingers tapping lightly, just as Ed's had.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Fuck, did they plan this?"

His fingers stopped tapping then, and moved slowly upwards.

"Oh god, he's going to grab my nipples!" her mind screamed. His hand didn't move to the front of her body, however, and she found herself surprisingly disappointed. She glanced down at her breasts and saw that her nipples were very erect, the rings in each of them clearly showing underneath the black fabric.

He raised his hand higher and around to her back, and then up underneath her red curls. He gently rested it on her neck, thumb on one side and the other fingers on the other, as a parent might rest it on a child.

She felt her pussy quiver then. "Fuck, what's wrong with me?" she thought. "Two men have been touching you in a familiar way and you're husband is in the same room!" she screamed silently.

She felt him push down on her neck slightly, the action moving her whole body down to her hips lower, pushing his cock further up on her thigh.

"Mmm," he said quietly.

Kelly glanced up at her husband. He was looking at his cards, but he glanced up and winked when he saw her looking at him.

"Fuck," she thought. "Duncan knows."

Mark pushed down again, ever-so-slightly and caused his cock to slide gently up her hip. She ignored him.

"He's not turning you on, you silly girl. He's not taking liberties with you," she thought, her mind apparently turning to denial.

He shifted his hand then, back down to her hip and pulled her back up against his torso slowly. The action was easily missed by the other players, except for Duncan who seemed to be watching every move. The movement brought her buttocks backwards, sending his cock dragging along her hip.

"Fuck," she thought. "I want to get fucked so badly right now," she said, finally admitting the truth. "Duncan had better get me home soon."

Mark released his grip on her hip then and gently kissed the back of her shoulder.

"You can get up now, I don't wanna steal all the action," he said.

"Aww, she's fine," Duncan said.

Kelly stared at him, aghast. "What?!" she screamed to herself.

Becky lost that hand then, and was out of chips. She pouted briefly before standing and heading to the bathroom.

"Suit yourself bro," he said, smiling at Duncan.

Kelly felt herself squishing in her panties. "Did Duncan just give Mark permission to use you again?" She shuddered in pleasure as the thought hit her.

Sighing deeply, she resumed chewing on her lower lip. Mark brushed her red hair away from the right side of her neck then, his hand getting lost among the locks. He resumed pushing gently downwards on her hips, but she refused to acknowledge what he was doing. Her hips weren't going to move of their own accord, that was for damn sure.

She looked down then. "What the fuck?" she yelled at herself.

Her hips were rocking gently back and forth, as if she was dancing a tiny dance on his lap.

"God, I'm behaving like some common street tramp!" she thought. She felt his cock sliding back and forth on her hip.

She looked up at her husband, who was smiling widely. He winked at her again.

"Isn't he going to put a stop to this and rescue me?" she asked. "This man is being very inappropriate in front him, with his own wife!"

Mark pulled gently downwards again, causing her to gasp quietly. 'God, his cock feels hard,' she thought. She fought the inappropriate thoughts away again.

Becky emerged from the bathroom then and came back around the table. She saw the look on Kelly's face and smiled. With a quick wink, she plopped herself down in Duncan's lap.

"Hey there handsome," she said. "How's a about a lap dance!"

Duncan chuckled. "How much are those running a feller now?" he said, playing up his Texas drawl.

She chuckled but didn't respond, leaning gently back into him. Kelly looked down and saw her pull Duncan's hand to her own hip, and then reached down for the other one.

"Well aren't we all getting comfortable," Marie said, grinning.

"Fuck," Becky said, "Very comfortable," her rear no doubt feeling Duncan's size. "Good God, Kelly," she said, her hips wiggling obviously in her his lap. "How do you walk straight?"

Everyone burst into laughter then, and suddenly the haze that had been on Kelly seemed to lift. She leaned back then and kissed Mark on the forehead. "Bad boy," she said, waving a finger at him. "That was more than one hand of cards."

Mark chuckled and raised his hands in defense.

Becky stood then, shaking her head. "I'm surprised he hasn't broken your hips," she said, eliciting another round of raucous laughter.

Duncan blushed and was shaking his head and rolling his eyes as Kelly came over to him and sat in his lap, facing him as her legs wrapped around him. The action popped the bottom part of her rear out of the bottom of the outfit she was wearing, but she didn't care at the moment.

"You need to take me home and fuck me," she said, not bothering to hide her voice. "Or be forced to do it right here," she finished.

Duncan laughed and quickly stood. "Well gents, it's getting late!" he said with a wide smile and drawing laughter all around. Kelly slid to the ground and adjusted her dress so that it covered her rump again.

He did look at his watch and was surprised to see the time. "Wow, it actually is late," he said. "We actually should probably get going."

"Boo! No!" came the shouts from around the room. Drake stood then and counted out the remainder of Duncan's chips, counting out his winnings.

"Looks like you came out a little ahead."

Duncan smirked. "Well, considering some of this is Kelly's..." he said, letting the thought drift away.

Kelly giggled beside him and nuzzled up under his arm.

"I'm gonna go home and fuck my wife," he said, "like I was told." Laughter filled the room again.

"Shit, can I come too?" Becky asked, sticking her tongue out playfully at Mark. He shrugged.

"Go ahead, your sister's probably home by now," he shot back with a grin.

She slapped him on the arm in response, but slid down into his lap and kissed him.

"Bye guys," Kelly said, drawing Duncan back across the house. Molly followed to walk them out.

"It was fun!" they called as she began to close the door.

"We'll see you guys soon!" came the reply as the door clicked shut.

After they were in the truck and moving, she slid over next to him and smiled, inhaling his musk.

"How much could you see?" she asked finally, ending the long silence.

He chuckled. "Well, when you were sitting on Ed's lap, I could tell that you were getting very turned on. Was he playing with your pussy or something?"

Kelly turned and looked at him in shock. "You would have been okay with that?" she asked, her mouth wide in very real surprise.

He shrugged. "If you were obviously okay with it, I didn't see the harm."

She stared at him.

"Baby, I'm serious, I was fine!"

She leaned back into his shoulder, still silent with surprise.

He kissed her forehead briefly before focusing on the road. After a few minutes more of silence, he finally had to speak.

"If he wasn't doing anything like that, how were you getting so turned on?"

She was quiet for a minute. "You'll think it's weird," she said.

He shook his head. "That's not fair. We're supposed to communicate. Plus, I'm your husband. I'm allowed to think things are weird."

She giggled, the tension breaking. She turned then, sighing deeply. "His hand was on my hip," she began, touching Duncan on the same spot that she'd been touched.

"That's it?" he asked.

She nodded. "But it wasn't like it was just sitting there. It was like... it was on fire. Or like it was electrically charged. I mean, it wasn't painful or anything, but it was... exciting! At first I didn't know what to make of it. My brain was going in a thousand different directions. Why aren't you stopping him, he's touching your hip in front of your husband. He's being familiar with your husband's property."

Duncan nodded.

"It was like, I was consenting without consenting, you know? Like I was letting him take liberties with me that he shouldn't, all while you knew, and watched! Or maybe like I was letting him do those things and pretending not to notice."

Duncan smiled then. "That's pretty hot," he admitted.

"But then I noticed that when he shifted and moved his hips to get more comfortable, that I could feel..." she stopped, genuinely unsure how Duncan would react.

"It's okay Baby," he said, sensing her hesitation. "No judgments."

She nodded. "I noticed I could feel his erection poking into my hip. I mean, it wasn't sticking into my crotch or anything, but here was this other man's cock, just poking me in the side, and I caused it. And I was allowing it! In front of my husband!"