Poker nights are fun

The Basics. My name is Chelsea. Blond. 5’4. 32C. 25 years old. And a nice firm ass. I’ve been engaged with Jim for the past 3 years. He’s a good 8 years older than me, but he’s the perfect type. Good at everything: sports, smart, well-off, and handsome. But he’s not much of a sexual partner, which I can deal for the most part. But it does make me slightly disappointed at times. One night, he invited over some of his poker friends for a round of poker in the next room over. All drinking beer except for this one hot stud, Alex. Looking about the same age as me. Anyway, I was bent over the countertop, watching the popcorn pop while he came over and stood right behind me.

I was wearing a thin skirt and could feel his “bump” from his jeans and god did it turn me on. He reached up to get a bottle of wine and by now I was flushed. He gave me a glance with a smirk and turned away. I hurriedly grabbed the popcorn and ran for my room. All throughout the movie, I couldn’t help but replay it. Was I imagining? I paused the movie and walked to the restroom seeing Alex walking towards me. I tried to not pay attention. As he passed me, I felt a hand graze over my ass. My heart lurched. It was probably just an accident, I thought.

About a week later, Alex came over again. This time I was alone in the house. I’d told him that Jim had gone on a business trip, won’t be home till next week. He insisted he was tired and wanted to step in for a moment. I shrugged and walked over to the t.v. continuing as I was before. He sat down next to me. A bit too close, I thought. His left hand rested on my thigh. Probably a habit I thought. Doubting myself. Couple minutes after that, he starting rubbing my inner thigh, going higher each time. I was stunned, couldn’t move. By then, his finger starting rubbing my clit through my unsexy panties. God it felt good, but what about Jim? I maneuvered my hand to stop him but instead it betrayed me and moved his finger inside my panties.

And god was I having the time of my life. I moaned. Wanting more, I moved on top of him. I pulled his hand and guided up toward my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nipples were protruding through the thin tank. He touched, rubbed, pinched, licked, sucked, everything. And by now I was to turned on to stop. I unbuttoned his shirt and his belt on his jeans. Made my way up and gave him a hard french kiss. We were lip-locked until pulling away from each other gasping for breath. His hand digged into my shorts again sticking three fingers in. I groaned, his other hand was still fondling with my breast, while I was exploring his body with my light kisses.

“I want more”. I gasped. Feeling the spasms from the orgasm.

He lifted my up easily and carried me to the bedroom. By then, we were tearing each other’s clothes off. He was on all fours above sucking on my breasts before pushing with all of his might into me. I moaned and gasped at the same time from the pain and bliss. My nails digged deep into his back. I climaxed and we both cummed by the time we were sweating. Pulling away, I didn’t want it to stop yet. I pushed him down and climbed atop of him. Starting with him neckline, I gave him a kiss and led my tongue down to his manly part. First licking it to tease him. I ran my lips up and down, knowing he was enjoying it.

Placing his large meat into my mouth, I gave him the time of his life giving him seductive looks. He couldn’t hold it in and shot a mouthful of cum into my mouth. Licking everywhere, liking the taste.
We went on from fucking to spooning all night long. In the morning, we took showers together too. This continued all week long.

When Jim came back, I hid my secret. Enjoying every time it was poker night or when he was gone. ;)