The Poker Pot

As she became more awake, she realized there was a head between her thighs and felt the sensation of wet velvet stroking her pussy. As she figured out what was going on, she felt the pressure in her loins rising and gave in to it.

She clenched her thighs on the head there, and thrust her hips up and away from the bed, letting out a long slow moan. As she relaxed her legs and fell back onto the bed she said, "If you keep doing that, I might never leave."

"Promise?" And the sensations started over again.

She laughed and sat up, pulling away from the pleasuring tongue. "How can you be ready again so soon? We were up until three, and it's barely light out. We had sex--No, you made love to me three times last night. And I do mean made love," she said pulling him up over her.

"I can't remember the last time I felt so cherished and as precious to someone as I did last night, if I ever did. Thank you," she said kissing him tenderly.

"You should always feel cherished and precious. That's what love, and making love, is all about. Any thing less demeans the act and the feelings." He rolled off her, onto his side, reaching across her to caress her breast.

"Christ, you're beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are? I could lay here and just look at you for the next month and feel justified for last night."

"Why me? What did Harry do to cause this? Is this all some sort of revenge thing, and I'm just a trophy of some kind? I hope not." She looked at him anxiously, intently. "You said you'd explain."

"Yes, it is partly revenge, but you are most definitely not just a trophy. More like a reason. I've been in love with you for nearly ten years. I saw you when I was here on a business trip, and thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."

"Ten years. I was only fifteen. The only place you would have seen me was at my grandfather's house, and he didn't do business there. Well, not much business, and certainly not business business, if you know what I mean."

"I know. You're one of the McWhorter women, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, and no. Ed is my grandfather. I'm Bessie's daughter. She is the oldest of the sisters. She went away to college when she was eighteen, and in the middle of her sophomore year came home with me. She never told anyone, not even me who my father is. Why?"

"Do you know where we are? Do you recognize this room? I know it's been 15 years or so since you've seen me, but do you recognize me?"

Marie looked around the room, with a sense of deja vu. She recognized the maid's house on her grandfather's estate.

She looked at Charlie, and had a flash of memory of a young boy, skinnier, longer hair, friendly, but still almost shy around her, even though he was a teenager to her prepubescence.

"No! It can't be. Charlie Figgus? What? How? Where?"

"It's a long story, and we'll have a lot of time to catch up. In short, I was sent off to school because I caught Ed screwing Bessie one day. I guess to keep me quiet, he let me screw her, too. Problem was, before he got out of earshot, I made her climax three times, something he had never been able to do.

"He called me up to the house office and said he couldn't have me around town screwing up his screwing. If word got around there was a bigger cock to be had, he was afraid he'd lose most of the harem he'd built up. He had arranged a job for me in Chicago, and a scholarship to Northwestern.

"I saw you at the house when I came back to see Ed when I graduated. My mother had just passed away and he had some things he thought he needed to discuss with me.

"Then last year the doctors gave him some bad news. He called me and set me up to learn the production side of the business. I've been working in the administration side in the Chicago office since I got out of school.

"I changed my name so people here wouldn't recognize me. I had filled out enough, and with the short hair and glasses, I fooled most everybody. Everybody but your mom and aunts. I used to see them regularly when they came to the city."

Marie's eyes opened wide. "You were the reason they were all so eager to go to Chicago all the time. I used to hear them talking. Some of the things they said didn't make any sense until I started dating.

"I wanted to go along a couple of times, but Grampa wouldn't allow it. Said I was too young" She paused.. "So I went out and proved he was wrong."

"How?"

She hesitated, then heaved a huge sigh. "I got pregnant. That's how I met Harry. The baby's father lived in the same apartment building as Harry.

"One day, just after I told him about the baby, I stopped to see him and he had run off. Harry saw me there crying and asked if he could help. He offered me a cup of coffee, lunch and a friendly ear.

" A few weeks later he offered to marry me to give the baby a name. Grampa had already let me know how disappointed he was. I didn't think it would get any worse, and maybe better when I got married. I didn't know he hated Harry, but by then I thought I ...I don't know, I guess that I had made my bed and had to stick it out.

"At first Harry was fairly attentive, especially after I lost the baby." She saw the question in his eyes. "We were at a party. I must have had too much to drink. I collapsed and when I woke up, I was in a doctor's office, and had miscarried. They sent me home with orders to rest.

"After that, at work things went from bad to worse for Harry. I think he blamed part of it on me, because he used to threaten to hit me. He did once. Gave me a black eye, but never again, although I could tell he sure wanted to."

Chap. 4 (Charlie's motivation; Marie decides to stick around)

Charlie studied her for several seconds. "I think I should tell you about Harry." He sat quietly for a few moments, looking at her, as if trying to decide where to start and how much to tell.

"One of the first things you have to know is that Ed made it a practice to screw the wives of all of his local management team. As you may have seen over the years, they were all extremely attractive women.

"Each was given the impression that her husband's job depended on her putting out to Ed on a regular basis. Some more regularly than others. Surprisingly, there weren't many who got pregnant by him.

"Harry's mom was one of the few. Harry's dad knew right away the baby wasn't his. He was sterile because he'd had the mumps when he was in college and they had affected his balls.

"Using that information, as soon as Harry was born, he divorced the mother and used the infidelity as reason to gain custody. He held Harry over Ed's head for eighteen years, including pressuring Ed to get your aunt Judy to marry him.

"Well, he got the wife, and he had his job, but that was all. Ed promised to put Harry through school, pending good behavior and grades, but his father never advanced in his job and wound up working for several guys younger, with less experience, and fewer qualifications.

"Anyway, at school, Harry was the leader of the elite clique. He thought the world was his oyster, that he could have anything, or anybody. He was smart, good looking and spoiled rotten.

"Me, on the other hand. When Harry was a senior, I was a freshman, but had been held back one year for health reasons, so I was a year older, and bigger than everyone else. Most folks didn't know I was held back, but because I was quiet and introverted, they all thought I was slow, including Harry.

"That year, a few weeks after school had started, I came home and saw him coming out of my house, straightening his clothes. As he passed me on the sidewalk, he stopped me and told me to tell my slut mom he had enjoyed his, and here he made little quote signs, social time with her.

"I didn't hear much after slut mom, I just saw red and hit him, square in the face, broke his nose. Then I hit him on the side of the head and knocked him down. Gave him a black eye.

"I ran in the house and found my mother lying on the couch, naked. Her crotch area was all red and swollen, so was her bottom. She had a black eye, swollen shut, and a split lip.

"She was alert enough that she saw me turn and start after Harry and tried to stop me, saying she would handle him. I ran out of the house and saw him.

"He was just getting up. He saw me and took off staggering, but running as fast as he could. He got away. It's a good thing or I would have killed him." Charlie took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "Mom had been working for Ed as a housemaid since before I was born. She must have said something to him.

"In short order, Harry's dad was gone, leaving Harry here. Harry dropped out of school since he had to work. He got a job as my dad's assistant, sweeping the plant and cleaning the toilets. Care to guess his first assignment?

"One of the plants still had a privy, an outside toilet, that needed to be cleaned out. When Harry objected, my Dad told him clean it or don't eat. His choice. It took Harry all week.

"I never saw my dad so proud as he was that evening. Mom said it was worth the assault to see him feel so good. That night was the first time I can recall hearing their bedsprings bouncing."

"Why did you say Harry didn't care if you took me away?"

Charlie put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side. "At first I thought he was getting turned on just from watching me abuse you. That's not as sick or uncommon as it sounds. A lot of men fantasize about seeing their wife with other men. Some act on it, most don't.

"But when I asked him about it when you were cleaning up, what had aroused him was seeing my cock, and what had made him cum so hard when he was buggering you, had nothing to do with you. It was getting fucked by me.

"While you were out, I made him use his tongue to clean his shit off me, and when I came in his mouth, he came all over me; he never touched himself. He's a gay submissive."

Charlie was silent for a bit. "As you listen to what I''m about to tell you, remember, he was ready to swap you for a month for nine hundred dollars, a streetwalker's take for a slow week in the city. Harry knew who you were. When I first saw you were with him, I wondered why and asked around.

"I found someone who had been living in the same building as Harry and the father of your baby. Seems Harry sat down and painted an ugly picture of a wrathful Ed, using himself as an example, without, obviously, confessing to rape. Just told him he had tried dating one of Ed's many girlfriends, and now couldn't put together enough money to leave town."

Charlie looked at Marie, and saw her tears just starting to spill. "I'm sorry, love, but it's true. He set you up. Then reeled you in, like the manipulative bastard he's always been.

"He probably had you drugged at that party and paid the doctor to abort the baby. Right after breakfast, I'll start some people I know looking for him."

"No, don't. I don't want to know. I've heard enough, and know Harry enough, to know you're probably right. I've known for a long time Harry didn't really care about me. From what you say, all he wanted was something like his father had--something to hold over Grampa. I also knew Grampa didn't care, so it didn't matter."

"Didn't care? When word of your black eye got to Ed, he wanted to have Harry killed. Would have if Bessie and Judy hadn't stepped in. They made some phone calls to some of the guys they knew on the production floor.

"Harry was hustled to the gym the next morning and spent three hours without a break being pummeled around the sparring ring non-stop against two teams of four angry men with six ounce gloves on. The only instructions--he had to hurt, bad, and there could be no marks, no proof anything had happened to him."

'I didn't know. There weren't any signs. Nobody, not even Harry, said anything. I guess I do remember him moving sort of slowly for a while after he hit me, but he just blamed it on arthritis.

"You said Grampa was sick. What's wrong? And why did he call you, and not one of the sons-in-law?"

"I'm not sure what's wrong. I'm not sure the doctors know. As to the other, you can ask him this afternoon. We're invited for lunch."

"What? How? I can't go! I don't have anything to wear! She sat back, looking at him in total bewilderment."How did you pull that off? I know the house doesn't start waking until at least nine and it's barely seven."

"I've been setting Harry up for last night since I saw you two at the plant picnic last summer. I told Ed yesterday I was ready to make my move, and he said if I was successful, I should bring you to lunch. I told him there was no doubt about success. Failing was never an option. And clothes, picked out by Bessie and Judy, are in the closet."

"You were that sure I'd go along?"

"No, but I was that sure Harry would."

"What are you doing?" she asked as she felt him start to massage and caress her back, while he started kissing her neck, just behind her ear.

"Cherishing you, " he said, running a string of kisses along her jaw line. "Do you remember me babysitting you after school until one of the aunts or your mom got home?

"You were only seven or eight, but I thought you were one of the prettiest little girls I had ever seen. I couldn't wait to see what you would look like when you were grown.

"Except that you're a little taller than Bessie, and slightly smaller busted, you look just like her."

He covered her lips with his and began a tongue duel that went on long enough to arouse them both. "I've been waiting at least ten years to do this to you," he said as he started a line of kisses down the mid line of her body, "It seems like a century."

"Ten years, huh. Pervert," she smiled. " What?? What're you're doing with your fingers?"

"You mean this," he asked as he moved the two fingers he had snaked into her pussy, so that they rubbed against the top of her sheath.

"Y-Y-Y-eah that. What are you doing to me, Don't stop, just tell me."

"Nobody ever found your g-spot before, huh? " He was at the valley between her breasts, kissing, licking, nibbling at the tender undersides of her breasts as he kept up the motion in her tunnel.

"Omigawd,that feels so good. I swear, if you don't stop, I'll never leave, but if you stop right now, I'll never speak to you again!"

It took him another ten to fifteen minutes of kissing, sucking and nibbling of nipples, and nuzzling of tummies, nipping of navels and such to reach her very wet pussy . The licks, nibbles, sucks, and fucks he subjected that area to resulted in moans, curses and screams which belied her genteel upbringing.

After her fourth climax, and his second, as they lay in each others arms, still joined at their nexus of pleasure, she gazed at Charlie, and in a soft voice told him, "If this keeps up, I'm not sure I'll last five days. But if I do, you'll have me for all thirty-five and as many more as you can stand to have me around.

"This is ridiculous. I know I've known you all my life, but I've only really known you a few hours, and I think I'm in love with you, the guy who won me from my husband."

She stopped, thought a minute, then asked "You said failure wasn't an option. How did you manage to win. The odds, Harry said, were impossible you'd have the cards to beat him."

"I cheated. It was my deal and I had a second deck all set up. Tom and Paul were in on it. They were paid by Ed to visit you once a week to be sure Harry was keeping in line. I just gave them the signal that was the hand. We had been feeding Harry winning hands all evening so that we knew he'd take the bait."

He kissed her. "I told you, I'd been setting this up for months. I didn't know when I moved back that you were involved with Harry, that you were even still in town. I still would have done this if Harry was married to old Mrs White who does the laundry for Ed and company. You were the icing on the cake. And very tasty icing, too," he said nibbling at her breast.

She felt him start to stiffen in her, and with no more stimulation than that, she was ready for him. "Do me a favor?" she whispered.

"Anything," he said, beginning to move in her.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard and..mmm.... fastand....unhunhhhh..... hardand..ooooh.... fast, and loooove me!" she screamed, climaxing.

"I will, whenever you want," he promised, spraying the inside of her sheath, "and I do."

They spent the morning talking, cuddling, becoming acquainted with each other's body and their likes and dislikes. As lunch time approached, Marie was becoming more and more anxious.

"I know what you said about how he feels, but seven years of resentment and heartache is a lot to overcome without some solid proof, and much as I love you right now, you're still a stranger in a lot of ways."

"I understand, sweetheart, and all I can do is reassure you he will welcome you with open arms and open heart. As for being a stranger—I expect that we'll still being saying that after living together 35, 45 or 50 years."

She threw her shoes at him and asked which closet held her clothes.

Chap. 5 (Charlie and Marie get some disturbing news)

Charlie pushed the doorbell and heard the opening bars of "Home Sweet Home" echoing from somewhere deep in the sixteen room mansion. "That's a positive change," he observed to Marie.

"What is?"

"Usually the doorbell plays "America the Beautiful," he replied.

Before she could answer, the door opened and she was looking in the face of her mother. Without a word they embraced. Amid the tears, Bessie choked out a "Thank you, Charlie."

From the middle of the house, they heard a bellow "Bring that wayward wench here so I can give her the spanking she deserves!"

Bessie pulled back smiling and told Marie she needn't worry. Marie, smiling through her tears, simply nodded. Bessie put her arms around each of their waists, then reached up and gave Charlie a peck on the cheek.

"Good time last night?"

"I'd say so, but I'm not sure Marie would totally agree."

"Well," Marie said,"it was a bit rocky at the beginning, but after he collected his winnings, it was a very good time."

"I understand completely, dear," Bessie replied, "He had that effect on all of us."

"So I remembered, when I found out who he really is." They entered the dining room, dominated by a table which would easily seat twenty-four. At the head of the table, in a wheelchair, sat a tall, white-haired man with piercing blue eyes.

As he always did when those eyes swept over him, Charlie felt like he was fifteen again, being measured for a task for which he wasn't sure he was ready. The feeling swept away in an instant as soon as the man smiled. "Good job, Charlie. How'd you leave the bastard? Puking, I hope."

"Not quite, but we can get to that in a bit. There's someone here—"

"Hi, Grampa, Charlie said you've been ill?"

"Not really, little girl," he replied, using a pet name from her childhood. "Come here, let me get a good look at you," he said, holding out his arms. She rushed to him and fell on her knees to give and get the hug waiting for her.

They remained in that position for at least five minutes, sobs and sniffles from both plainly audible. When they finally broke away from each other, Ed looked at Charlie and asked "How did you leave him?"

Marie broke in, "You guys can talk about that later. Tell me about you, Grampa, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, little girl, just a touch of old age and an occasional blood pressure problem."

"Grampa?" Her tone said she wanted the truth.

"Sit down, sit down, all of you. Bessie, would you tell Rosa we're ready for lunch now?" Ed did his best to avoid Marie's look.

"Grampa," more firmly, her blue eyes beginning to take on the color of flint.

"Yes, yes, little girl. As soon as we've had some food."