What a Deal! Ch. 09

She looked up in alarm. "No! Don't call my house! Please! Just let me give you my cell phone number." She reached into her purse and pulled out a card from her stack of business cards. She pulled out a pen and wrote a number on the back. "Please use this number whenever you call me. Please?"

I stared at her for a second. She broke pretty easily and suddenly seemed so willing. Was this something she was wanting? "Okay. We can do that. See you later."

We left her there and headed out to the car. It was getting dark now. We had just gotten settled in the car when the disheveled and harried Suzanne came out and finished putting the gas pump back and driving away. Cindy smiled at me. "I wouldn't have been so hard on her if she wasn't such a bitch to me a couple of times. I barely knew her and she acted like she was the President... of the U. S., not just one of the members of a homeowner's association board."

I looked over at her. "Do we really plan on playing with her again?"

Cindy thought about that for a second. "You know, she really did enjoy eating my pussy, what did you think Katy?"

"She was definitely a regular pussy eater. She was very good and enthusiastic."

Cindy turned back to me. "Yes, I want to make her do things. I think she actually loved it when we made her do whatever we wanted. Oh, yes, we will play with her again."

I put the car in reverse, backed up, and we headed home. It was getting to be late and everyone was so tired that I could see them nodding off during the short drive home. I was also feeling drained, as were my balls. I was ready to let everyone rest for the night. And that's exactly what we did. When we got home, Cindy wanted to watch "It's a Wonderful Life". She always has to watch that on Thanksgiving weekend and we did. We were all naked, snuggling under the covers and eating popcorn, but nobody was ready for more sex, so we just relaxed. By 10pm everyone was in bed. Louise, Jackie, and Katy were in the guest bedroom and Cindy and I climbed into ours. She kissed me on the cheek and snuggled up against me.

"I can't believe how much our life has changed in the last few months."

"Me, either. I think we've been harboring some fantasies and deep desires that we wanted, but were afraid to discuss just because of the societal norms that had been drilled into us. Especially you. You never said anything about being curious about women."

"I know. I don't even care what sex the person is that I am fucking, I just enjoy sex. Is that bad?"

I looked down at Cindy. "No. It's just different than we were originally raised, so it feels a little exciting, but dirty. There's nothing wrong with it between consenting adults."

"Thanks, honey. I love you and I'm not sure I want to change my life back to the way it was. I like having sex with women, I like the two of us having sex with other people, and I really liked it when you spanked me." She snuggled up against me and purred like a cat.

I stared down into her eyes. "I love you, too. No matter what."

Sunday – Day Seven

On Sunday morning, I woke up slowly and realized that I was being fondled and stroked over my entire body. I opened my eyes and looked around. Cindy was on my left lightly stroking my chest; Katy was between my legs, and lightly rubbing my dick to wake it up. Louise and Jackie were watching Katy and stroking my thighs. I moaned softly and they all looked up at me and said "Good morning, Master."

I grinned. "Good morning my little sluts."

They all giggled and laughed. Cindy leaned in close. "You are going to get too damn spoiled if I let them keep this up."

"Mmmm. You're right." I sat up and pushed them all away. "Just a minute ladies. I need to empty my bladder before you start on me."

I ran into the bathroom and peed. I looked over and noticed that all four women were standing in the doorway watching. "Hey! I don't need an audience!" I laughed.

They all giggled and ran back to the bed.

When I got back I crawled into the middle. "Well, its Cindy's last day as my 'slave'. Jackie was free as of midnight, and Louise can do whatever she wants. However...." I hesitated and stared at Katy, lifting her face to look at me. "Katy will become my submissive, isn't that right Katy."

She glanced quickly around at the others and meekly answered. "Yes, sir."

I decided that we would all take the day off. I was tired and could use a break. I told them so, but I was pushed back down and treated to a Katy-led blow job with all four women working on me. It was delicious.

Mid-December

Things were hectic for the next two weeks, but then in the middle of December, I decided to host one of the every-so-often poker parties my friends and I liked to hold. I invited the normal crew, which was a small group of guys I played basketball with. We played once a week and had gotten to know each other enough to start a rotating poker game.

I had not called Suzanne since that day in the gas station, so I think she was a little surprised when I called. I told her it was time to pay up and to be at my house at about 5pm on Saturday when we were going to have the poker party.

Cindy was helping me get the beer and munchies put away when Suzanne showed up. She had come straight from work and had made sure to wear one of her business suits as I had requested.

I greeted her at the door. "Well, hello, Suzanne. You look delicious."

She blushed. "Thank you, I think."

I invited her in and explained the deal to her. "I have four friends coming over for poker." Her eyes immediately went wide. "I have a mask for you to wear and I want you to stay in your business suit. I'm going to come up with an amount that they will pay for each piece of your clothing...."

She interrupted me immediately. "Wait! I can't do that! What do you think I am? I love my husband and I have two kids. I can't do something like that!"

I looked at her closely. "Suzanne, let me explain two things to you. First, I still have the photos of you from the restroom." She looked down and cringed. "Second, I know what kind of financial problems you have. It doesn't take a lot to find out that you and your husband are in trouble since he lost his job." Her shoulders slumped and tears came to her eyes. "These guys are all old married guys and they are going to pay to remove your clothes until you are naked. Whatever you make, you keep." I stepped up to her. "You are, after all, my personal little slut."

She lifted her head and tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. Cindy stepped up next to her and seemed to want to comfort her. Suzanne then unloaded. "My life is such a mess now." Deep breath and sob. "My husband seems to have lost himself since he lost his job." Another light sob. "I mean, I try to stay happy for him, but it's tough on me, too. He has no confidence, no desire, and no real drive any more. I'm afraid it's going to affect the kids, too." She started crying and Cindy looked up at me. She motioned for me to hug and comfort her, but that's not where I wanted to go. I did it anyway and she almost collapsed into my arms.

She cried for a minute and then stood back up. She wiped her eyes a little, threw back her head, and seemed to get herself under control. "Look. I have played dom/sub games with my husband, and I know you think I liked it in the restroom." Her eyes jerked from me to Cindy and back. "Well, maybe I did, a little... but I can't have sex with these guys. I will not. I will let you send out the pictures before I do that."

I smiled. "Suzanne, you will not have sex with these guys. All you will do is let them pay for the right to strip you while you act as our hostess. You will submit to this, but they will stay dressed. Understood?"

She stared at me for a second. "No sex? You're not going to ask me to do anything to them, right?"

"No, Suzanne, I will not ask you to have sex with them." I smiled. "Just me and Cindy."

"Can you tell me their names so I can make sure I don't know them?"

"Sure. Their names are Bob Carriker, Randy Robinson, John Kelleher, and Peter Jones. Is that okay and are you ready to perform?" I gave her a nasty grin.

She looked back and forth from me to Cindy and finally let out a big sigh. "Yes, sir."

I grinned at that. "Good. You will start serving the drinks and every time around the table, when it gets to me, I'll deal the hand that decides who gets to strip off the next piece. Each piece will cost $20 more than the previous one. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." She appeared totally defeated now.

Cindy took her hand and led her upstairs while I got everything set up.

The guys finally started arriving at about 7:30. I had not told them anything about what was to happen. We settled around the table and got into position to start.

In the meantime, Cindy had taken Suzanne upstairs to make sure one of the masks that I bought was going to fit. When Suzanne came back downstairs it was by herself. Cindy didn't want our guests to know that she was even there. Her cover story was that she was out of town on business. When Suzanne came into the den, she was wearing both a mask and a kind of hat that held all her hair up under it. It appeared that she wanted to try to hide her identity as much as possible.

When she came into the room, I called her over and introduced her to the guys. "Alright, guys, Miss S. has agreed to be our hostess for the night. There are some particular rules to this game that are new. I will start the dealing tonight and every time it comes back around to me, the winner of that game has first option of removing the next piece of Suzanne's clothes. It costs $20 for the first item and $20 more for each piece after that." There was grinning and some shock on the guys faces. "We will go, in order, her jacket, her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and finally her panties, which will cost $100. She will not remove her stockings and shoes. If the guy with the first option declines to pay, we will bid on it starting at the agreed upon amount. The money will go into this jar." I held up a large glass jar. "You may touch and feel her a little during the delivery of drinks, but there will be no sex. She is not a prostitute. She is just here for eye candy. After the game you guys can go home and attack your wives." They all chuckled and were checking out Suzanne. I picked up the cards. "Okay, everyone, who wants something to drink?"

They all ordered beer of some time, since there were three different kinds in the fridge. Suzanne nodded and went to the kitchen. She came back with the beers and started handing them out. When she gave me mine I ran my hand lightly over her ass. Everyone noticed. We started playing and as the hands were played, the guys asked Suzanne for some of the munchies and refills. She spoke to them with an affected deep sounding southern accent and responded promptly. I guess she was trying to disguise her voice as well.

When the first 'clothing' game came around, Suzanne stood right next to me and put her hand on my shoulder, as if awaiting the outcome. She seemed pretty relaxed at the moment and I wondered if it was just acceptance or if she was enjoying doing this as long as her identity was hidden. Bob won the game and smiled at Suzanne. He reached out and put $20 in the jar on the table while she walked over and stood in front of him. He stood up and turned her around by the shoulders. He reached up and took her jacket, taking it down her arms just like he would do any jacket and put it over his arm. Then he quickly ran one hand up over her tits. She jerked at that and turned to face him. But she didn't say or do anything. She just reached out to take her jacket and then walked over and put it on the couch. We continued the game.

There was still not much going on, but the next time around things started to get interesting. It was time for the blouse. Peter won this game and I could see his anticipation at stripping her blouse off. Suzanne again waited thru the game at my side and even leaned her hip against my shoulder. Finally, after the win, Peter grabbed $40 and put it in the jar. Suzanne went and stood right in front of him. She pulled her blouse out of her skirt to make it available to him all the way to the bottom. He started unbuttoning her blouse, making sure to rub his hands up against her tits as he did so. He took his time and kept staring at her bare skin as it came into view. When he got to the bottom, he pulled it open and ran his hands up over her tits to get to the shoulders of the blouse. Then he lowered it down her arms and let it drop to the floor. We could all now see that she had a very conservative lightly padded bra on, cream in color, and very supportive. Peter took his time brining his hands back down over her tits and I could see Suzanne shiver or tremble from the action. Finally, he sat back down and Suzanne turned to the table.

"Does anyone need another drink?"

Everyone passed, but she picked up her blouse, put it on the couch, and went into the kitchen. She didn't return for a few minutes. We continued our game and now Suzanne, when asked for a drink, was having her ass patted and rubbed a little and a couple of times somebody would run their hands over her bare back.

Time was passing quickly when we came to the next 'clothing' game. Nobody was winning big at the table with money and the bets were pretty mild; everyone was paying too much attention to Suzanne. Bob won this game, too, and looked hungrily at Suzanne. She was standing next to me, leaning against me again and I wondered what my friends thought about that. None of them had any idea about the lifestyle change that Cindy and I had gone thru. In any case, Suzanne went and stood in front of Bob. She turned to her side so that he could reach the zipper. He lowered the zipper pretty quickly, but then he put his hands on the skirt, but not on the sides. He put his hands directly in the front and back and began to lower the skirt. Suzanne just stood there as he lowered her skirt and allowed his hands to run over her lower stomach and crotch in the front and over her ass in the back. As the skirt went down her nice, but very normal, cotton panties came into view. They were the same color as her bra. We all watched as he got her skirt to the floor. She started to lift her left leg, but Bob put his hand on it to stop her and then pushed his hand slowly up her nylon stockings to the back of her left thigh. He then assisted her in lifting her leg and taking it outside the ring that the skirt had made on the floor. He put that leg down and did the same with the other one, so that she was standing outside the skirt. He then ran that hand up against her crotch, causing her to flinch a little. He put both hands on her hips and turned her to face away from him and then told her to pick up the skirt. Suzanne knew exactly what he and the rest of us wanted. She bent over from the waist, keeping her knees pretty straight, and picked up the skirt. Her ass was pointed almost directly at the table while doing this and the panties pulled tight against a very delectable ass. She stood up and took the skirt over to the couch, looking very sexy in her bra, panties, pull up stockings and nice pumps. She was a very good looking woman for her mid-thirties.

Things got a little distracting at this point. It was tough to get the guys to pay attention to the game enough to even get thru a hand without having to remind someone that it was their bet. They were playing with Suzanne every chance they got by running their hands over her ass as she delivered drinks.

Finally, we got to the 'bra' game and I won this one. Suzanne was standing next to me and started to turn around. I stopped her by grabbing her hips and turning her to face me again. I stayed seated and reached around her to unhook her bra. This put my face right against her chest as I released the catch. I slowly started to pull it down, but left my face almost directly against her skin. I allowed the straps to slip down and then started pulling it down her arms. The straps slid easily and then the cups started to fall away. I pulled them away from her breasts, allowing the entire bra to slip past my face as I stared almost directly at her tits from about 12 inches away. They were delicious looking and the gumdrop nipples were very enticing. I leaned over and sucked on one quickly and she jerked back, shaking her finger at me. She looked down and smiled at me, but kept her nipple out of reach. I handed her the bra and it joined her other clothes on the couch.

Now the games were really a second thought. The drinks were not flowing as fast as everyone had been drinking for a while, but the guys were taking every opportunity to get Suzanne to move back and forth to the kitchen and then lean over to give them their drinks. Whenever a hand came near her tits, she would slap it away playfully, but firmly. I couldn't wait for the final hand.

When the final hand came, Suzanne came and stood next to me and motioned for me to move my chair back. I moved back slightly and she planted herself firmly on my lap and put one arm around my neck. "Okay. Let's get this over with." She said it with her fake southern accent and with a grin.

I dealt the cards and we played 5 card draw for the right to remove her panties. John won his first hand in a while and looked at his money. It cost $100 to remove her panties and he grinned as he came up with the cash and loaded the jar. Suzanne gave me a peck on the cheek and went to stand in front of John. He looked up at her and she put one hand on his shoulder to steady herself. He studied her from this close-up view and then reached up to grab the waistband of her panties. He slowly worked them down, taking his time and letting her pubic region, which was the side facing the table, slowly come into view. Her small strip of hair came became visible and we could see that it was a narrow strip of only about an inch. John then pulled hard and pushed the panties to the floor to get it over with. He ran his hands up Suzanne's legs, but she smiled shyly and stopped his hand before it reached her crotch. He sat back, somewhat disappointed that he didn't get to feel her pussy, but was at least rewarded by her removing her hand and standing up straight for everyone to see that her lips were clearly visible. She had shaved all except for the landing strip which ended almost an inch above her slit. Now that she was standing there naked, I could see that she was actually extremely well built and kept herself in shape.

Suzanne stood there and looked around the table. She looked over at me. "Well, boys, I think that concludes tonight's festivities."

Randy, who had not had as much opportunity to feel her up and had not won a hand to strip her off, had another idea, "Well, how about this." We all turned toward him and watched as he reached into his wallet. "I have $200 here for one lap dance. Whadda ya say?"

Suzanne stared at it for a second and I could see her considering this. She had admitted that what I found out about her finances was true. Since everyone immediately paid for their right to remove the clothing there had been no higher bidding. That meant that she had $300 in the jar. She was really thinking about this. I think she was also turned on and this idea excited her.

"Okay." Suzanne moved toward Randy. "But it's a lap dance, that's all." She snatched the money from his hand and he grinned.

I moved over to my sound system and she came up behind me. "What kind of music do you want?"

She thought about it. "Just put the radio on and turn to a rock station and we'll see. I don't think he really cares about how good I am or what the song is."

She was probably correct and so I put a rock station on. She was not satisfied with my choice so she went to the tuner and dialed it to her favorite rock station. She found it and the DJ was describing the next song and Suzanne liked it. She moved over toward the couch, pointed to the middle cushion and Randy sat down there. Everyone else took the chairs around the couch and I remained standing by the sound system. This left me directly in front of the couch, a position I was going to like.