Archive-name: 3plus/pierpont.txt

Archive-author: Ellen

Archive-title: Game at Pierpointe, The







    Bill became addicted (although he objects to my use of this word)

    to card games in the marines. Now, bi-weekly Friday night poker had

    become a ritual with him his friends, held most often at our home,

    "Pierpointe," which we named after the fifty-foot pier that stretches

    out over the lake behind our home from the land's edge.  Each evening

    the pier looks like a walkway to the sun that sets across the water.



    Like young boys, they'd nick-named themselves the "nautilus pack"

    because of their mutual membership in a local health club. I usually

    went to plays, concerts, or movies on those nights with a divorced

    friend, Christine.



    Last May, Christine confided that each of these "pack members" had

    occasional flings, except "of course, for Bill." She had learned this

    from Paul, with whom she was once involved for almost three months.

    I was a bit stunned at her mention of Tom, a one-time seminary student

    who had been a friend of Bill's since their days as Reconnaisance

    Marines up to 9 years before. I couldn't have imagined Tom playing

    around!



    Over the next two weeks I'd find myself awakening after wild dreams

    with faceless men who, I somehow realized, played poker every

    other Friday.



    The day before the next game, I begged off that night out with Chris

    and laid a plan.



    As I helped Bill prepare snacks and drinks, I was dressed in high,

    red heels and a red cotton dress, slit along the side almost to the

    waist, without undergarments or hose; Bill encourages me to dress

    provocatively and glanced at me occasionally, smiling. Because he's

    a "watcher," he doesn't mind friends seeing me in these outfits.



    I'd left my shoulder-length black hair down instead of its usual

    twist and greeted each of the three men who arrived. Each glanced

    in approval of my long, bared leg but of course said nothing about it.



    I served single drinks and snacks in small bowls to make sure my

    presence was frequent; Bill and I took pleasure in noticing their

    eyes following me to and from the kitchen. Finally, I relaxed on

    the sofa, watching them, my stockingless legs crossed and bared by

    the slit in the dress.



    An hour later, Tom pushed from the table and grinned, "I'm out.

    Sorry it was so early, but you guys have been dealing me lousy hands."



    Recognizing my chance, I blurted, "Why don't you use me as your chip?"

    When they asked what I meant, I smiled, playfully, "If he's beaten,

    the winner can go to bed with me." I said it as if a joke, so that

    Bill could give me a disapproving look, in which case I'd back off

    gracefully, without seeming to mean it.



    The men were in a hilarious uproar, with hoots and shouts of "Whoa!"

    and "All right!"



    I trembled with fear a moment, wondering if I hadn't gone too far

    this time. I watched Bill carefully; he pursed his lips thoughtfully,

    then smiled, nodding his assent.



    I sobered and told them, "I really mean it. The winner gets ME!"



    Assured by Bill that we were serious, the other three men played

    with furious intent, their attitudes changing from playfulness to

    quiet lust. Now and then, they looked toward me as I sat on the couch,

    my fearful, trembling passion rising. I don't know who was the most

    excited, me or them.



    Bill lost purposely. To hurry the game along, the remaining players

    drew for the highest card. Paul won the draw. All were now breathing

    heavily, leering, as I stood staring at the men in the dimness,

    the shadow of my figure beneath my dress purposely outlined for

    their pleasure by a table lamp behind me. Knowing the danger of not

    involving them all, I murmured, my voice quaking, "I want all of you,

    but Paul's the winner, and he'll be first." I walked up to him,

    took him by the hand and, blowing a kiss at Bill, turned for the

    stairs to our bedroom.



    My body trembled as Paul closed the door and took me in his arms.

    "I can't really believe this is happening, Ellen," he told me,

    nervously. Kissing me deeply, his hands moved from my back to my

    soft breasts as I unzipped his gray slacks, stroking his stiffening

    manhood. I was glued to the spot, unable to talk; my breasts heaved

    as he unbuttoned my dress, sliding it to the floor.



    Knowing Paul's wife for as long as I had heightened my desire for

    this delicious sin. I unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled down his

    slacks as I kneeled to worship the long engorged member curving

    up before me. My hands shook as I held his slender hips. My lips

    trembled, enveloping his velvety, purple-veined manhood. As my lips

    slid up and down his length, my eyes rolled up to watch his face.

    He stared back, chewing his lower lip in excitation as his hands

    gripped my head. Tremoring frightfully, I lay back on our waterbed.

    He hovered above me, spreading my legs, then pushed his cock between

    my cuntal lips as I moaned. I'd wanted to express my passion, but

    the words caught in my throat. My breath huffed in excitation as I

    stared down at the huge instrument sinking into me.



    He thrust into me. My cuntal walls smoldered as I mewed with

    each entry. I shut my eyes, then locked my legs around his hips,

    my body lifting from the waterbed with each shuddering withdrawal.

    Paul's wonderful rod tunneled deeper. My mouth formed an "oh" of

    thrilling ecstasy, my eyes opening widely to watch his instrument

    driving into me.



    The door opened to the room's dimness as Leo and Tom entered, nude,

    each walking to a separate side of our bed. My husband was leaning

    against the doorjam, pumping his cock furiously.



    Paul acknowledged them but continued fucking me as my tremoring hand

    reached to stroke Leo's already hard member. I took Tom's cock into my

    mouth as Leo leaned over to suckle my breast, my screams of pleasure

    muffled by the broad cock fucking in and out of my hungry mouth.

    I delighted in the sinful knowledge that these men were married to

    my closest friends.



    Paul fucked me with frenzy as I stroked Tom. I took Leo's full length

    between my tremoring lips.



    An explosion was building. All were wailing, our eyes glazed. I pumped

    Tom's cock furiously, relishing the feel of his soft outer skin that

    slipped over the hardness beneath. My head rolled in excitation

    as I felt the throbbing of pre-eruption! My hair flailed the air.

    A firestorm raging through me, I thrashed beneath the men like the

    maiden prize of an ancient conquering army.



    Leo's long rubbery cock was sliding through the smoothness of my

    mouth; with each wet entry beyond the back of my throat, I felt the

    galactic shudders of an onrushing orgasm, rolling toward me like

    an avalanche. As Paul's hips gyrated, twisting his cock deep within,

    my groin irradiated with desire. I was whimpering in delight.



    Paul tensed as the breadth of his cock now expanded, inflaming my

    inner coals. "Oh God, yes!" I moaned as I realized he was about

    to come. I writhed in ecstasy as his thrilling tempo increased.



    Bill's nostrils flared, his eyes wild as he watched from the doorway.

    Then, he squinted, his lips apart as he gripped his cock. His head

    snapped forward as he groaned, "Oh, Goddddd!" And then, we all were

    coming in unison! I writhed in ecstasy! 3 men! The full galaxy's

    array of stars were exploding in orgasmic super-novas.



    Bill and I still re-live that night in the privacy of our bedroom,

    but for reasons I don't have room to repeat here, its history

    wasn't repeated. The rapport and friendship established with these

    men in a non-sexual way was amazing to me. Occasionally in a social

    situation, a coded remark is dropped with a wink, their wives and

    other friends unaware, but not one of these men would dare offend

    Bill by suggesting to me that we get together on the side.



    Perhaps now you know why I love our lifestyle...or perhaps you

    can't imagine why. I'd like to know your feelings. I'll never try

    to convince anyone to change, I promise.



    Now, June was about to arrive. That particular month was to become

    the most exciting of my life...



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