The Price is Always Right Pt. 02

James' cock twitched, the anticipation building.

"Sophie, that dress looks a little tight. Why don't you make yourself more comfortable and take it off," Richard suggested so casually it was like he was suggesting she take off her coat. James had been around Richard enough, though, and noted that it wasn't so much a question as much as an order.

His wife looked at him to see what he would say, but James stopped himself. He was afraid that if he objected, it would bring too much attention to him, but his blood flow was now shifting below his waist and he wanted to see what would happen. He stayed silent as she waited to see if he would stop it from going further, and instead, it was Clarence who spoke.

"I'll tip the young lady if she loses the dress," Clarence said as he held up a chip. James couldn't have been any more surprised and even Sophie's expression betrayed her, showing her shock that he was the one who had offered it.

"Shit yeah, me too," Cliff added enthusiastically. "Let's see that body!"

"A tip for the stunning woman to make herself more comfortable," Hank said as he slid a chip over as well. Charming as always.

Arthur didn't say anything but also slid a chip in her direction.

James knew that he needed to keep up the act and was now desperate to see her take the dress off as well, so he also tossed in a chip of his own. I mean, after all, it was going to be his money either way. "Me too," James managed to say. Sophie shot him a glance as he tossed in the chip, but her face was inscrutable after she regained her composure.

Richard gathered them up and added one of his own. "Here, sweetheart," he told her as he pressed the chips into her hand and leaned in to whisper something to her. "And get me another drink on your way back," he told her.

Sophie looked at him again, holding eye contact with her husband. She was giving him another chance to stop things from going further, but his cock was in complete control already. He would have pushed his entire stack of chips in to get her to lose that dress in front of the table of men. Realizing that James wasn't going to say a word, she turned and walked out of the room.

The men played another hand, but they were all anxiously waiting for her to return and the conversation was limited. James heard the door to the penthouse open and heavy footsteps came down the hallway toward them until a man appeared that he didn't recognize.

"Sorry I'm late, guys," the man said as he joined them and took a seat at the last spot at the table. The man was probably in his mid-fifties as well, heavyset but to a lesser degree than Cliff, and had a grey beard.

"Glad you could make it, Ben," Hank greeted him and leaned over to shake his hand.

"Yeah, sorry, I had to drop my daughter off at the airport and traffic was awful," Ben told them. "Hey, I'm Ben. I don't think we've met," he said as he extended his hand to James.

"James. Nice to meet you," James answered him as he shook his hand. They played another hand and this time James lost a few hundred dollars after he took a chance on a good hand. Unfortunately, Clarence had a better one. He took another drink from his glass. Things weren't going quite how he hoped in terms of poker, but he was thinking more about Sophie than the card game at this point.

The sound he had been waiting for silenced the room. The click of the stilettos on the marble floor was the only thing in existence until she appeared at the doorway. Every eye was on her as she started strutting across the room with Richard's drink in hand. James' jaw was nearly on the floor as he saw what she was wearing. His wife was still in the stilettos, but other than that, all she was wearing was the gold body chain and a matching set of dark green lingerie in the form of a skimpy bra and panty set that James had never seen. He knew for a fact that she had never owned anything this risqué and he wondered where she had even gotten it from. He had expected her to be in her underwear, but this was much more than he was prepared for.

Her C-cup breasts bounced with every step as the bra had almost no support. Sophie's tanned skin, golden blonde hair, and athletic body were complimented perfectly by the lingerie that matched her eyes. The gold body chain fell between her breasts and then around her waist, adding just a hint of color and making the outfit seem even more seductive. Her toned body was outrageous in the outfit, with her taut tummy and firm muscles really standing out. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever until they reached her pert ass that was held high in the air from the angle of the stilettos and left unobscured by the dainty thong.

"Holy shit," Hank said in his country accent as he watched her walk across the room. He sat up straight in his chair and he turned almost completely around to watch her.

Cliff's mouth was literally hanging open as he watched James' wife approach the table in her lingerie. He was almost drooling. For once, the man seemed speechless.

"Thanks," Richard said as he took his drink and turned back to the table to continue the current hand. The man must really want to win if he was going to pass up taking in every second of this view. James' cock however was in charge and his full attention was on her for the moment.

Sophie turned toward the rest of the table, but as her eyes fell on the newest man who had joined them, James saw her go completely rigid. In an instant, her entire demeanor changed. Her arms went across her body in a futile attempt to provide some modesty and her face and upper chest went bright red.

"Mr. Miller," her voice was quiet but she couldn't get any more words out. He followed where her eyes were looking until they landed on Ben. He saw the expression on the man's face and his wide eyes, the realization hitting James like a truck. They knew each other. They definitely knew each other. Oh shit. Oh shit. James hadn't even considered this as a possibility.

Richard's expression changed from across the table from confusion to surprise. "You know her, Ben?" Richard asked him, trying to understand what was happening. His surprise seemed genuine to James, at least telling him this wasn't some planned surprise from Richard.

"Uh, yeah, I uh, Sophie's been friends with my daughter for years," he muttered as his eyes were glued to her barely covered body. The name - Miller. He racked his brain, thinking. Nora's father? Oh God. Nora was a friend of Sophie's from high school and had been one of her bridesmaids when they got married. He was thankful that he hadn't met the man because Ben didn't seem to recognize him even now that he knew Sophie was there. It also meant that he would probably think that Sophie was cheating on him

James could only imagine what the man must be thinking, seeing her like this. He was sure that the man had never dreamed he would get such a view.

"Excuse me," Sophie said and hurried from the room. James felt tied to his seat as he watched her walk as fast as she could in her stilettos. The entire table was silent as they watched her thong-covered ass as she walked out. He started to stand to go after her, but Richard stopped him with a look. A warning really that he couldn't let it be known that it was his wife. James stayed put reluctantly.

"I'll go check on her," Richard announced. "Just a minute." He briskly walked out of the room after Sophie while the rest of the men were left waiting.

Cliff spoke first to nobody in particular, "Well shit, tonight got interesting." Hank laughed at that and shook his head but the table fell back into silence while they waited. The next person to speak again surprised James.

"How long have you been wondering what her body looked like?" Clarence asked Ben. Ben, to his credit, at least looked embarrassed at the question.

"Arthur, any of your daughter's friends look like that?" Cliff asked him.

"I fucking wish," Arthur answered. "I wouldn't have minded them being around the house all the time if they had."

"Well, either way, it's going to be hard to pretend you haven't seen her like that," Hank added.

A few agonizing minutes went by and then James decided to go after them, but just before he stood to find them, he heard them coming back into the room. To his surprise, Sophie hadn't put on her dress but was still just in her lingerie as she walked back in with Richard.

Richard retook his seat. "Let's keep playing," he said without further explanation. Everyone else at the table was quiet, unsure of what to say. It was Sophie who broke the silence.

"Mr. Miller, can I get you anything to drink?" she asked him as she leaned on the table, her breasts nearly spilling out of the green lace that was holding them in. James could see the outline of nipples through the thin material.

Ben's eyes were fixed on her body and he seemed to have forgotten how to speak entirely.

"Ben?" Richard tried to get his attention as the man was staring down the cleavage of the sexy blonde in front of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, just a beer," he answered awkwardly. "Uh, thanks, Sophie." She turned and walked away, the men all shifting in their seats as they watched her go.

It was James' turn before the interruption and he hadn't had a chance to go yet.

"Call," James said, catching the table off guard. The entire table had been watching Sophie as she leaned over the table and then as she walked away. Hank and Cliff had mindlessly raised on their turns earlier while they waited for her to come back without her dress. As the cards were turned over, he knew he had won his biggest hand yet. He swept the pile of chips to himself and smiled. Maybe this strategy could actually work.

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Sophie could see the hunger in the men's eyes as she came back to the table with Ben's drink. Cliff was by far the boldest with his comments, but every one of them looked like they wanted to take her right there and were only held back by the presence of the other men. I mean, she had to admit she looked quite good in the lingerie and it was very flattering on her.

She walked around the table with the drink, handing it to Ben and holding eye contact with him as she did. He still looked stunned to see her, but his eyes were as hungry as everyone else's as they studied her. Oh God, what would Nora think if she knew about her dad seeing her like this? She had been ready to leave, putting her dress back on in the bedroom when Richard had come to talk to her.

He had assured her that it would be fine, that Ben wouldn't tell a soul, that Nora wouldn't find out. She had asked him how he could be sure of that, but he didn't say anything. He had just kissed her. She didn't know why, but she had kissed him back. The things the men had said, the way they had looked at her all night, the look in James' eyes watching it all, it had her so turned on already that she was primed to give in and she hadn't been able to forget what it was like being with him.

His kiss was rough and he tasted of whiskey, but then he pulled back and told her to come back and he would take care of Ben. She wasn't sure, but she hadn't fought him when he slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then he led her back out and she played her part again.

She walked back around the table, careful in the tall stilettos, planning to collect herself in the other room while she gave them a minute to play. Suddenly, an arm grabbed her around the waist.

"Come sit with Hank, darling," the man told her in his country accent as he pulled her into his lap so she was facing away from him and toward the table. Previously, none of the men had gone so far as to touch her, but taking off her dress seemed to have taken down that barrier.

Her eyes found her husband, their eyes searching each other's for a moment, and she realized that his eyes were the hungriest of all of the ones looking back at her. Her husband seemed to be enjoying the show and he didn't say or do anything about her sitting in the other man's lap.

Hank had one hand on her hip bone, his rough hand against her delicate skin. She adjusted to get more comfortable in his lap but made no attempt to get out of his lap as she shot another glance at James. Hank's fingers were running along the side of her thong, playing with the string of emerald material along her hip. It felt good and she could feel how aroused Hank was to have her there. She had been expecting that it would be Richard who was aggressive, but Hank was handsome and she was feeling so worked up. She adjusted herself again, really grinding against his lap. God, that cock felt so hard. If James wanted her to do this, then so be it. She just hoped he enjoyed the show. She had told him that anything that happened would be on him.

Hank reached up and slipped a chip into the cup of her bra and gave her breast a squeeze. God, she didn't know how she found herself in these positions. "Mmmm," Sophie let out as she slowly moved her ass around in Hank's lap. James was still watching her with a look in his eyes that told her he didn't want it to stop.

All eyes were on her as Hank's hands started to explore her body, but the poker hadn't stopped. Richard made sure of that as he pressed them to keep playing. Hank had one hand on each of her breasts, only separated from them by the thin layer of lace. He was gently massaging them while they continued to play. She could feel how hard he was and she continued to slowly move her ass against it, trying to drive him crazy. Shit, she was actually losing herself to it again the same way she had with Richard. Hank's poker had been sloppy the last few hands with her in his lap and she decided to push it. He was doing a good job of hiding his cards from even her, but she figured based on his lack of attention to the game, that it wasn't great.

She was just so horny that she couldn't help upping the ante herself. "You know, sometimes, to get what you want, you have to take a risk," she whispered to him as she put extra pressure down on his lap. Hank smiled as she gestured to the chips.

"Is that right?" he asked with his country twang. She nodded slowly while looking back at him. Hank took his hand off of her breast and pushed a pile of chips forward, raising. A minute later, Richard won the hand.

"Oops," Sophie said playfully, "Too bad." She stood up off of Hank's lap suddenly, certain she was leaving his cock aching without relief. She couldn't help but smile at that thought.

Sophie walked slowly around the table, the men captivated by her every step. It reminded her of when Richard had her strip for him. The attention, the lust in the men's eyes, it made her feel so incredibly sexy. She felt powerful as she passed her husband, running her hand through James' hair as she passed him. When she got to Cliff, he pulled her to him, apparently wanting the same experience Hank had.

She fell into his lap, sitting across him as if riding sidesaddle. Cliff was much more aggressive than Hank had been as his hands immediately found the top of her ass and gave it a squeeze while the other mauled her breasts. There was no subtlety with Cliff. She watched her husband, James, who was struggling to focus while he watched her with the other men.

"God, you're so sexy," Cliff said as his hands made their way over her body.

"Thank you," Sophie said quietly as she relaxed and tried to enjoy his hands fumbling over her.

"Cliff, your turn," Richard reminded him, but he didn't answer as he was lost in Sophie's body.

"Cliff," Richard said again, raising his voice.

"What do you think, darling?" Cliff asked her.

"I like it when the pot is big," she said with as much emphasis dripping off of the word big as she could muster. She looked right at her husband as she said it, but she was thinking about someone else.

"Fuck it, raise," Cliff said as he tossed several chips into the middle. His hands immediately returned to her, massaging her thighs. Sophie saw Richard looking at her and she knew what he wanted. It was Richard's turn. She slid off of Cliff's lap as he let out a sound that told her that he was disappointed. She continued her circle around the table, moving slowly to really build their anticipation.

Arthur reached out and ran his hand gently over her ass as she walked by him, but didn't stop her. She could feel her heart pounding as she approached Richard. His eyes bore into her and she knew exactly what he wanted from her. He had told her when she first got here. He had promised he would fuck her until she couldn't remember James' name and she believed him. She walked directly toward him now, anticipating his touch any second, but she didn't reach him.

Clarence's hands were gentle as she found herself in his lap, facing her husband across the table. His hands slowly slid up her tummy to her perky breasts to start teasing her nipples. It wasn't what she had expected, but his hands were deft and he knew what he was doing. She shifted in his lap to get more comfortable, but then she felt it. Oh my God. She looked at Clarence as she reached her hand down to his lap to feel it for herself. That couldn't be real.

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James had thought his cock was going break through the table as he watched his wife sit in Hank and Cliff's laps, but this was something else.

Clarence's hands were all over his wife's body, the contrast in their skin tone adding a layer of intrigue that James didn't fully understand. He had been shocked when the kindly older man had grabbed his wife and pulled her into his lap, but it was so incredibly erotic.

"James," Richard said, bringing him back to the moment so he could focus on the cards. The last several hands now had shifted heavily in their favor as the other men could hardly even pay attention to what was happening on the table. They were all watching as Sophie ground herself on Clarence's lap with her eyes closed, his hands groping her breasts and feeling up and down her body.

Richard pushed his chips all in suddenly. Everyone folded in turn until it got to Clarence. He hadn't said anything yet, as he was busy feeling up James' sexy young wife right in front of him. His hands had been working Sophie like she was an instrument that he had played for years. Her body was responding like he had read an instruction manual, her eyes still closed as she let him do as he pleased.

"What do you think? Should I put it all in?" Clarence asked Sophie with the same soft-spoken voice he had used all night.

James' mouth went dry. There was no way he was asking her about his bet. He saw Hank sit forward to listen to her answer. Sophie's eyes were still closed, but she managed to moan softly.

"Yeah, put it allll in," she moaned, dragging out the word all as she continued to work her ass backward and forward in his lap. He listened and reached forward, pushing his entire pile of chips into the middle of the table.

"You heard the lady," he said, one of his hands going between her thighs, playing with her over her panties. James was afraid he would cum if his cock touched anything as he watched the decadent display in front of him. They flipped their cards over and Richard whooped as he saw that he had won.

"I guess I'll just focus on Sophie," Clarence said as he continued to play with her. James could tell that her breath had gotten heavier as the man teased her.

"Fuck off Clarence, you have to share," Cliff chided him. "Come here, Sophie," he called her back.

"I haven't had a turn yet," a voice said. The night was full of surprises. Sophie opened her eyes and looked directly at Ben but she actually looked at Clarence before she moved.

"You can come back to me in a few minutes, it'll be waiting for you," Clarence told her as he helped her stand up off of his lap.

Ben beckoned her over to him and she slowly walked over to his chair as he pushed himself out to give them room before helping guide her into his own lap. She gave him the same treatment she had the other men at the table, treating it like it was her job.