The Poke Her Game

Con had moved his hand back to her wrist and I could see was Michelle's hand had now moved down over her panties. It looked like she was rubbing herself, but it was so subtle that I couldn't be sure.

"We decided to play Truth or Dare and one of the girls was dared to kiss each of us." Michelle continued, "Then the next girl was dared to do the same thing and before long I had kissed all of them."

"Were these pecks or real kisses?" Con asked as he manoeuvred her hand so her fingers were pointing south. "You know a peck on the cheek doesn't count."

"They started out as pecks, but got longer and longer." Michelle sounded sure but confused as to why she was being so candid. "The third girl to kiss me stuck her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my boob."

Un-fucking believable I was thinking as I stood there shocked. I have know my wife for 5 years and she has never told me about this lesbian experience.

"The last two girls both grabbed my boobs and tried to play with my... you know" Michelle realised she had divulged a little too much to these strangers and quickly finished the story. "That's about it."

"Holy shit, that is fucking amazing!" Con pointed to the glass of bourbon on the table in front of her. "I'm a bit thirsty, can you please pass my drink?"

Michelle had to lean forward to reach the glass. When she sat upright and turned to hand Con his drink, her dress slowly slipped down to her waist.

"Thanks sweetie. We all needed to hear that." Con said as Michelle turned back to the game. "What else did the prim little princess get up to?"

Michelle was blushing, but continued to talk about other things in her life and play cards without realising her bra was now totally on display. Her perky little breasts sat perfectly in the A-cup lace pushup bra, which matched her thong panties. Michelle began to get suspicious and realised something was wrong because Max was transfixed on her. It took her a little while to register what he was doing as she caught him looking down.

"Oh no, it's happened again!" She said as she tried standing to cover herself up. "I knew I should have worn that black one."

"Don't worry about it babe" Grant said. "You've got a killer body and none of us will complain."

Michelle was really red now as she fixed her dress for the second time. She doesn't know what to do with compliments, especially ones directed at her. But her biggest problem wasn't the compliments or the wardrobe malfunction, it was her legs. She had drunk too much and could hardly stand without leaning on the table.

Con was fumbling around in his pocket as he watched Michelle standing in front of him swaying, so he grabbed her by the waist to steady her. As he was pulling her back into his lap, he slid his hands up as her body was coming down. This simple action had forced her dress up enough, causing the light fabric to get caught in the air and float after her body like a parachute.

With the exception of the thin g-sting, Michelle's bare ass was now sitting on Con's lap. Con seemed very happy with himself as he moved her little body again with his strong hands. Michelle was still smiling, but appeared to be uncomfortable and was trying to get up. It was like a game, the more she moved around, the tighter Con held her waist.

Her face had a stern expression and her movement was starting to be more erratic now as she squirmed a bit. She dug her nails into his strong forearms and tried to release his grip so she could get up. Suddenly she stopped squirming and just sat still. Michelle's mouth was open slightly as she stared straight across the table at Max with a confused look in her eyes.

"Relax baby, let yourself go." Con said in a reassuring tone. "You're going to have a great night."

"I don't want to." Michelle spoke softly. "I... I'm married."

"Your head might be saying no, but your cunt is screaming yes." Con said to her more sternly now, "Just relax and go with it."

"Uh.. I'm marr...ied. It's wrong." Michelle was starting to move again. "Please don't. I'm married."

That fucker! Con wasn't fumbling around in his pocket, he was pulling out his cock and now had it buried deep in my wife. The perverts Max and Grant just watched as Con smiled as he held her waist tight. She reached back and pushed her hands down on his arms, gripping his forearms tight. Michelle arched her back and pushed out her chest with her shoulders pulled back.

"Ah..Ahh. Why are you doing this to me?" She asked confused. "I'm marr... married... I said don't want it."

"I'm doing it because you're letting me." Con said bluntly. "You want me to go deeper, don't you?"

"No, please stop." Michelle was sounding less convincing now. "I want... I want to get up."

"Do you?." Con sneared. "Wouldn't you rather show the guys these cute little titties you've been hiding all night?"

Con pulled the straps off her shoulders again. She tried to stop him with one hand, but he pulled harder and forced the top of her dress down to her waist. Michelle's eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock as Con undid her bra clasp with one hand like a master and started to slide her bra straps off.

"No!" Michelle said as she quickly grabbed the loose bra cups and held them firmly to her chest. "I'm not doing that. I'm not!"

Con sat upright with a stern look on his face. "But I want you to do it." He said as he used his strength to push and pull Michelle's waist back so it was grinding on his lap.

"Uh.. Uhh... Uhh... Jesus. Fuck. Christ!" Michelle gasped as Con continued his relentless movements. "I don't... can't.. uhhh.. married... Jesus... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

The hard and fast movement Michelle's body was being forced to perform was distracting her, so it didn't take too long before she let go of her bra to grab onto the table for balance. Her bra fell into her lap and her perfect A-cup breasts were finally revealed to her waiting audience. The small pink nipples were hard and emphasised by the bouncing of her breasts as Con fucked her madly.

He reached up with both hands and stared groping her breasts. Michelle was lost in ecstasy, whimpering incoherent words and still grinding her hips rhythmically as though Con still had hold of her waist.

"I'm going to cum." Con stated as her grabbed her waist again. "I'm going cum in you baby."

"Let me go!" Michelle screamed as her face went pale as she tried her hardest to get off him. "I don't want you to cum in me!"

"That's it baby. Move that ass for me." He said as he again gripped her hips tighter and pulled her close so she couldn't get up.

Michelle was struggling and squirming on his lap but she didn't have the strength to move in her drunken state. Con suddenly let out an almighty groan.

"Oh my God, Oh my God!" Michelle looked perplexed. "You just came in me you prick."

"Yeah, I did." Con said proudly. "Now shut the fuck up and suck Max's cock."

The 60 year old Max was standing in front of her now, with his hard 8 inch cock exposed and pointed at her face. Michelle was still sitting on Con's lap looking dejected, helpless and unable to fight her body. Her dress now bunched around her waist and she looked humiliated sitting limp on Con's lap. With all her inhibitions now gone, Con pushed the back of her head towards Max. Michelle slowly lent forward and licked the head of Max's circumcised penis.

"Oh yes." Max said. "I've never had such a beautiful woman touch my dick."

What he said must have struck a nerve with Michelle, because she looked up and smiled at him before continuing. Max didn't last long and soon reached the point of climax. Michelle never takes cum in her mouth, so she quickly took the end of his dick and aimed it at the floor.

"Oh no you don't." Max sternly said grabbing her hair and shoving his dick back into her mouth. "It's good. Don't waste it."

Michelle looked up at him horrified as Max pulled her head closer to his crotch, forcing her to deep-throat his 60 year old cock.

"Yes baby, vacuum that motherfucker!" Grant said standing at her side rubbing his crotch. "Your so fucking hot baby."

Max soon blew his load into my wife's mouth, but Michelle managed to pull her head away before he could force her to swallow.

Gagging, coughing and spluttering on the heavy load of cum, she let gravity due it's job as a stream of thick white spunk dripped out of her open mouth and onto the dark polished floorboards.

"You asshole!" She said annoyed and still spitting on the floor. "I fucking hate that, I fucking hate it!"

"Then you going to love this." Grant stated as he sat on the table in front of her and grabbed her head, forcing his 9 inch dick between her lips. "I will make you swallow!"

Grant had grabbed a handful of Michelle's hair in both hands. She struggled, but every time she tried to pull away he pulled her head closer. Eventually his dick was forced deeper as she reluctantly took him in her mouth. He roughly pulled and pushed her head faster, causing her make a cute little yelping noise as she gagged on his cock.

Con took her bra completely off and threw it across the room. She was still sitting on his lap, but now leaning farther forward due to Grant pulling her head. Con placed his left hand on the small of her back and pushed down forcing her butt to rise. He slid his middle finger of his right hand under the vertical g-string between the crack of her ass, hooked the lace fabric and pulled it aside.

"Oh look, it's puckering." Con said laughing as he stared down at her pink asshole. "Now that's fucking hot!"

Con sucked on his thumb briefly, then lower his hand and placed the tip of his thumb on Michelle's ass bud. Her eyes opened wide, but she could hardly verbalise her objection with Grant's cock shoved down her throat. Con continued to move his thumb around her asshole until her sphincter eventually gave up the fight and relaxed. His thumb slowly started to slide in up to the knuckle as Michelle's back arched more.

She was audibly mumbling and weakly started to hit Grant with her hands as she gagged on his cock. Tears rolled from her red eyes as Con and Grant violated her from both ends, but it just made Grant hold on tighter as Con continued to slide his digit into her ass.

"Uuurrrahhh!" Grant let out a guttural moan as he came in my wife's mouth, still holding her head to his crotch. "Swallow it down baby!"

Michelle's eyes were wide open and I could see her resisting, but Grant refused to let go of her head until she swallowed his cum. I was in shock when I saw her relent and gulp his semen down her throat. He released hi grip and she pulled her head to the side gasping for air as white liquid dribbled from her bottom lip.

"You cunt!" Michelle said in an annoyed husky voice as she spat remnants of cum on the floor. "I hate tha... Woah, Ungh. Uhhh!"

Her body convulsed and she couldn't finish her sentence because Con had rammed his thumb all the way in her ass now. He spat in the palm of his other hand and began to stroke his cock until it got hard. Then he slowly withdrew his thumb from Michelle's ass, grabbed her hips and lifted and held her suspended over his rock hard dick.

"You know what's about to happen don't you." Con said to Michelle as he used his strength to hold her as though she was hovering above him.

"Yes." She whimpered.

"All you have to do is ask and I'll stop and you can go home." Con Said seriously. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I... I don't know." Michelle said confused. "I want to... I don't know."

"It's simple. You either want me to stop and put you down, or you want to feel my cock slide up in you ass." Con smiled again. "Your beautiful, sweet little asshole."

"I want to go... Uuuahhhhh!" Michelle let out a groan as Con didn't wait for her reply and slowly lowered her onto his cock. "Ummmm.. Ahhh... No... Urruhhhuummm..."

I had never herald Michelle make that sound before. Con was concentrating hard and holding her steady as he lowered her onto his hard cock. Michelle's whimpers went unheard and she seemed helpless as her body betrayed her by allowing this backdoor violation to proceed.

Once he had fully entered her, Con began to move Michelle on his lap as he had earlier, but this time he was fucking her in the ass and she was loving it. Michelle's eyes closed and her hips to his rhythmic thrusts. Con reached around and started to again grope my wife's perky little breasts. She was lost in ecstasy now as all three guys molested her body.

While Con was fucking her from behind, Max took one of her hands like he was a puppet master and wrapped her fingers around his old shaft. He put pressure on Michelle's hand and moved it back and forth giving himself a hand job. It wasn't long before he released his hold, but Michelle's hand didn't stop moving and it continued to stroke his hard cock.

Grant was off to the other side grabbing at her breasts and squeezing the small pink nipples before he picked up the camera phone and started to walk around filming her.

"Smile Michelle." He said as he put the camera close to her. "Lets see those pearly whites you dirty little slut."

Michelle looked away from the camera embarrassed and didn't say a word. Her head was bobbing from Con's fucking and the movement was becoming more erratic, but Grant just stood in front of her filming.

Con took the hand which wasn't on Max's cock and pushed it down between her legs. Just like Max, he started to treat Michelle like she was a puppet, moving his hand over hers and putting pressure on the knuckles so her fingers were pressed firmly on her pussy. Con moved Michelle's hand in a circular motion forcing her to masturbate. Eventually he released the pressure, but Michelle's hand kept moving with her fingers sliding back and forth.

All of a sudden shot of white cream sprayed the side of Michelle's face. Then another, then another. Max was cumming like a 30 year old porn star on viagra all over my wife's face. This time Michelle didn't say a word. She just looked up, her sultry eyes staring at Max as she licked the cum from the side of her mouth.

Max walked over to the other side of the room and flopped on a empty couch. Grant continued to film Con sodomising Michelle from every possible angle as he circled around. He was filming from low, high and every other conceivable angle.

"Here we go again baby." Con said as he began to move Michelle more forcefully on his lap. "Lets cum together."

"Yes..." Michelle whispered with cum still dripping down her face and grinding her ass into Con. "Push it harder."

"Fuuuuck..." Con's face turned red and he looked at the ceiling. "Take that you fucking dirty little bitch!"

At the same time Michelle squealed in a high pitched groaning voice that I had never heard before "I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm cum... Arr... Uuurrahhhhh!"

Together they slumped back in the seat exhausted for several minutes. Breathing heavily, Michelle rose and slid off Con's slippery dick. In her drunken state, she staggered to the other side of the table and collected her bra from the floor.

"I need the bathroom." Michelle stated as she walked into the hallway and left the room.

I watched in disbelief for a little longer, still unsure how to react to what I had just witnessed. Max had now passed out on the couch and Grant was joking as Con pulled his pants back on and began to tidy up the room.

"Con, have you seen Michelle?" I casually asked as I entered the room. "I just dropped the others off and I'm pretty sure she wasn't with the group."

"Yeah mate. She's in the bathroom" Con said in a friendly welcoming voice. "She played some cards and had a few laughs with us until the old fuck Max run out of puff."

"Hi honey." At that moment, Michelle walked back in the room completely dressed and looking a million bucks. "You're back."

"Yeah, sorry I took so long" I innocently asked. "Have you been behaving yourself?"

"Of course. the guys were teaching me how to play stud poker." Michelle said with a sly grin as she looked in Con and Grants direction. "I was on top for a while and it was hard, but they ended up winning."

"Wow. I didn't think you knew how to play poker." I played dumb to see how long this facade would last. "You never play with me and the guys."

"Oh, I know a little bit." She spoke in a childish voice like a young schoolgirl. "They had to teach me how to do the hard parts."

"Well maybe we need to set up a game with the guys." I said in a hopeful tone. "I'm sure they would love to have you join in."

"Maybe next week. I'm a bit spent... I mean, tired... From the alcohol" Michelle blushed. "Can we go home?"

"Sure honey." I said taking her by the hand as we headed for the door. "Goodnight guys. Thanks for looking after my wife."

"Our pleasure." Con said smiling at Grant. "Maybe we'll come for the game next week."