Message-ID: <42621asstr$1053882602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030525074340.14054.qmail@web21308.mail.yahoo.com> From: Richard Short X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 00:43:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Playing the Advantage {shattims} (M+F cons cheat) Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 13:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo. http://search.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "PlayAdvantage.txt" begin> Playing the Advantage by shattims Poker seems to be a guy kind of thing. Three of my buddies and me love to get together and play, but even though we're all married, none of us has ever been able to get our wives interested in the game. So the four of us used to get together whenever we could to enjoy an evening of banter and wits and deception. Over time we've settled on Tuesday nights, and now the ladies have come to accept that every Tuesday night is poker night. So long as we are attentive to them the rest of the week they don't seem to mind. To keep things fair we rotate hosts, so about once a month each of the gals has her home invaded for what can become a rather boisterous evening, ending with beer bottles scattered around the dining room and scraps of food on the floor. The hostess usually sticks around, keeping us supplied with drinks and goodies, but hiding in the bedroom the rest of the time. And we make it a point to remind each other that the host is supposed to share cleanup responsibilities with his wife. It all works out pretty well. None of us are really serious gamblers. We're there for the fellowship, not for the money. On a given evening we can figure that we're not likely to win or lose more than five or ten dollars. So we start the night out buying five dollars worth of chips at ten cents a point, and divvy up the cash at the end of the evening. Whenever one of us runs short we'll kick in another fiver. One night we were at Tom's house, and his wife had, for some reason, gone out for the evening. That left Tom with all the hostess duties, but it also gave us an opportunity to get a bit more ribald than we normally would when there was a lady in earshot. We always do a fair amount of good-natured teasing, and at some point we started laying into Tom. "Hey, Tom, how come Karen didn't stick around tonight. I always enjoy watching her bod when she brings stuff out for us." "Yeah, and even better is watching her go back into the kitchen. I don't have to worry about her catching me, and boy does she have a nice ass." Tom was starting to get a bit flustered, but that only egged us on. "Do either of you two guys ever have the kinds of fantasies I have?" I threw in. "I love to imagine Karen very seductively undressing herself in front of me, and then saying 'If you want it, come and get it.'" That was too much for Tom. "Two can play that game, Dick." he burst out, looking straight at me, "Let me tell you some of the thoughts I've had about your Nancy." That did the trick. Bob chimed in, "Oh, yeah, Nancy is one hot chick, isn't she." "You said it," Pete threw in, "I'd fucking love to get her in bed some time." 'My Nancy?' I thought. 'No way am I going to let any of these guys get close to her.' But now the floodgates were down, and the stories started pouring out. It turned out we all had fantasies about our buddies' wives, and in fact we had each fantasized at one time or another about all three of the other women. When the torrent of sexual dreams finally subsided, Bob leaned back in his chair, looked at all three of us, and said "Holy shit!" That about summed it up for all of us. We came to an unspoken consensus that it was time to drop the subject, and we went back to the game. But it kept eating at me as the evening progressed, and I'm sure the others were feeling the same sort of thing. Sitting around the table I couldn't tell about the other guys but I, for one, had a hardon to end all hardons. So when Bob finally said "I've got an idea," we were all pretty sure we knew what the idea was about. Sure enough he did have an idea, which involved the next four poker nights, and since it included each of the gals one of those four nights, we couldn't complain about its fairness. Jealousy was another matter, but I figured three nights of sexy possibilities could make up for one night of jealousy. Apparently the other three guys came to the same conclusion. Since it was Bob's idea, and his turn to host the next week anyway, he proposed that we could start the plan at his house. We then spent some time going over the details, but rather than explain all that to you, I'll just tell you what happened the next week. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before the night arrived, Bob made a point of bitching to his wife about what Karen had done to us. "Can you believe it, Cindy, Karen took off for the evening and left us stranded. No one to bring us drinks, no one to make that special Chex mix -- you remember how much I like it, and how you can never get her to give you the recipe. Well, anyway, we all said we really wished she was there. She was the hostess, for god's sake, she should have been there." Naturally Cindy took the hint. When we got to Bob's house she not only greeted us, but was ready with a generous supply of tortilla chips and the home made salsa that she's famous for. We settled down and started playing, but during the third hand the phone rang, just as we had been expecting. Cindy took the call, then came out saying "I hate to bother you, Bob, but it's somebody named George, and he says it's urgent, that he has to talk to you." "It's always urgent with George," Bob grumbled, "I guess I'll have to get rid of him. Sorry, guys." We were impressed; he really put on a good act, like he didn't know the call would be coming. So, anyway, Bob went out to talk to "George", and came back in a couple of minutes looking totally shaken. "This time it really is urgent," he reported. "We've got a hell of a disaster at the office, and I'm going to have to go in. But I hate to break up the game. What do you think, Cindy, would it be OK if the guys stayed?" "Shit, no," Pete said, "we don't want to bother Cindy, and it wouldn't be the same without you, anyway." But Cindy said "Please, guys, you're more than welcome to stay. Besides, if you leave, what'll I do with all the chips and salsa?" We finally let her talk us into staying, as we had planned all along. Bob kissed Cindy, and told her he knew he'd be gone for at least four hours, so don't wait up for him. She told him she understood, and it wasn't like this happened all the time. As soon as he was out the door we settled down to play again, but we had a problem. "Cindy, we were in the middle of a hand, and it was Bob's turn to bid. Can you sit in long enough to finish it for him?" "Gee, I don't know much about poker, but I guess I could." She picked up Bob's hand, studied it for a while, then frowned and said "Would it be OK if I bid this?" pushing out a blue chip. "Sure," Pete said, "you needed three to call, so you just raised by seven points." Tom was next around the table, but he shook his head. "Pot's too rich for me. I fold." "Me, too," I said tossing my cards face down on the table. "Not too rich for me," Pete proclaimed, "I'll match you and raise you three more," pushing out a blue chip of his own. We all looked expectantly at Cindy. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked. Tom explained her choices. "You can fold right now, and lose what you have put out, or you can match Pete's bid and then compare hands to see who has the better one, or you can match, and raise again, to see if Pete is willing to go even higher. But to tell you the truth," this in a stage whisper with his hand cupping his mouth so Pete couldn't read his lips, "I think he's bluffing." "What should I do if he is?" "Well, you definitely don't want to fold. Either put in three white chips to call his bid, or raise him. If you call and he has a better hand than you do, you lose. If you raise, and he gives up, you win even if he does have a better hand." "OK, I'll raise. Here's three to match you, and three more to raise," pushing out six white chips. Pete shook his head. "Tom's right, I was bluffing. I don't want to pour any more money into this shitty hand, so I'll fold." This was all exactly as we had planned it. Let Cindy win the first hand, and hope we could keep her interested. Now for the hard part. Tom grinned at her. "I don't know if you realize what you just did," he said, "that pot was worth at least four dollars." "And," I threw in, "we'll promise not to tell Bob you won it, so the money's all yours." "Of course," Pete added helpfully, "four dollars isn't all that much, but if you'd like to keep on playing, you might be able to walk away with a whole shitpot full of money." "Hey, that's a good idea," I tried to sound as if I'd never thought of it before that moment. "I mean, not that Cindy walks away with a lot of money, but that we let her play." I turned and looked directly at her. "You see, Cindy, poker's a lot better game when four are playing than when just three are." "You better believe it is," Tom nodded. "Please, Cindy, won't you play with us? I know you probably don't care about the money, but it would mean a lot to us if you would." Cindy was looking at the pile of chips she had just raked in. Maybe it was just my imagination, but looking across the table at her I thought I saw greed in her eyes. It could be she was a gambler at heart. Whatever her thoughts were, she finally looked up, smiled brightly, and said "Sure, I'll play." It turned out she was a fast learner. Of course she didn't know the odds like we did, but it didn't take her long to get a good idea of the value of her hand, and to discover what would beat what. She even started getting the hang of bluffing, though we spotted a couple of mannerisms that tended to give her away. We intentionally let her win a few hands, but she won a couple on her own, too. However, knowledge, experience, and collaboration will win out in the end, so in something under an hour the pile of chips in front of Cindy was nearly gone. Meanwhile, I'd been quietly slipping threes out of the deck, and when I had all four of them, and the deal, I was ready for the next step. I slid the threes on the bottom of the deck, and that's where I dealt Cindy's hand from. The guys gave me knowing grins, but she didn't notice. You should have seen her eyes, though, when she picked up her hand. And the tremor in her voice as she forced the bidding higher on the second round was something to remember. Tom dropped out quickly, but Pete and I kept going, until she finally pushed in her last three chips. I matched her bid, but then Pete looked straight at her and said "I'll match, and raise you five," pushing out an extra red chip. Cindy's face went white as a sheet. "I, I, don't have any more, but I really, really, can't drop out. What can I do?" Tom came gallantly to her rescue. "Do you really think you have a winning hand?" When she nodded he went on, "OK, I'll stake you, for the five and anything more you need, but if you win you have to pay me back at the end of the hand." "Of course! Oh thank you, Tom!" "But there's a problem," he went on,"because if you lose, you'll be out of the game and I won't get my chips back at all. Now *you* may be sure you'll win, but *I* can't be sure you will. So there's a lot of risk in this for me. Do you understand?" Cindy nodded again. "Yes, Tom, I do. I'm really going to owe you for this." He gave her a crooked smile. "Oh, don't worry about that, because I'm going to ask for some interest on this loan." She frowned. "You mean like an extra chip or two back?" He laughed. "No, something more interesting than that. Something you can pay whether you win or lose." He leaned over close to her ear. "The interest is, you're going to sit on my lap, and kiss me." "Tom! I couldn't do that! What would Bob think?" His eyes were now only inches from hers. "Bob is never going to know. None of us is going to tell him." Cindy tore her eyes away from Tom's long enough to look quickly at each of us. We both nodded solemnly. Then she took another long look at her hand, and an even longer one at the huge pile of chips in the middle of the table. Finally she bit her lip. "OK, if you will all promise never, ever, to tell." Tom stared deep into her eyes as he slowly slid the red chip over toward her, and she reached out blindly to take it, her eyes locked to his. Then she broke the spell, pushed it into the pot, and said "I call." I threw up my hands. "OK, I'm convinced. You must have one whale of a hand. I fold." "I have just got to see what you really have," Pete said, laying his cards down, "because I damn well know I have a good hand. Full house, Queens over fives." Tom and I whistled. "Not as good as what I have," Cindy burst out, "four of a kind!" Triumphantly she raked in the chips, then slid a red one over to Tom. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked. She flushed, then slowly got up, turned her back to him, and sat on his lap. With a quick motion she leaned torward him and gave him a short peck on the mouth. Then she started to get up. "Hey!" he said, "that's not a real kiss." He grabbed her around the chest with both arms to keep her firmly on his lap. She struggled, but he was too stong for her, and she didn't really struggle all that hard. When Cindy stopped fighting him, Tom grabbed her left arm with his right hand, and moved his left hand up to her neck. Then he slid it up to her left cheek, and gently turned her face so her mouth was facing his again. "Now, let's do it right." He held the kiss for quite a while, but it didn't look like he tried to use his tongue or anything. And she seemed to be only tolerating it, and not responding at all. Then it was over. She went and sat down, and we continued the game. Once again we started whittling away at Cindy's chips, and once again the time came to play our little trick on her. This time Tom was the one who pushed the bid up beyond her resources, in fact ten points beyond, but she was hooked. One way or another she had to win that hand. She looked at Tom, but he shook his head. "No can do. I'm trying to beat you this hand, remember?" She turned to Pete, who said "I'm good for five points, but you know there's going to be interest." She nodded. "All right," I put in, "I'm good for five too, same deal." Once again Cindy nodded. "Just one thing," Pete added, "no struggling this time, and you have to look like you're enjoying it." "No struggling," she agreed. "Same here," I emphasized, "and like you're enjoyng it." "I'll try to enjoy it." Cindy definitely looked like she was enjoying raking in the chips, and she didn't hesitate long before getting up, turning, and sitting on Pete's lap. The kiss was even longer than Tom's earlier one, and from the movements of their mouths it appeared to be getting a bit passionate. Finally she broke it, gave him a very tender look, then got up and walked around behind his chair to my side of the table. The truth is I was more than a little embarrassed to have her sit on my lap, because I didn't want her to be totally shocked by my boner. But if she felt it when she sat down, she gave no sign. Instead she melted against me and started kissing. There was no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying it. Cindy had wrapped her arms around my neck, and was rubbing her chest back and forth against mine. Soon our mouths were both open, and I slid my tongue past her lips. She used her tongue to play with it, then pushed into my mouth. All too soon Pete started protesting. "Hey, man, cool it. That's no damn fair. You're getting a lot more than I did." So we separated, and Cindy went somewhat reluctantly back to her chair. After that it was like we were playing a new game, or perhaps a game within a game. The poker became just a framework for the game of sexual cat and mouse. The only chips that really mattered were the ones stacked in front of Cindy. That stack grew and shrank, but mostly it shrank. It finally dropped below 25 points, and then she started bidding wildly on the next hand. I hadn't seen anyone deal from the bottom of the deck, so maybe she had gotten lucky, or maybe she was bluffing. I had zip in my hand, but I decided to play along with her. Well into the second round of bidding she shoved in her final seven white chips, matching the five I'd raised her and raising two more. "I'll see your two," I said with a fiendish grin, "and raise you ten." "But I don't have any more." She turned and batted her eyes at Tom. "Tom, can you help me out?" "Oh," he drawled, "I suppose I might be able to loan you five. Same conditions, of course." Cindy nodded, and turned to Pete. "How about you, you big stud?" "You're on," he blurted out, and pushed over a red chip. "In fact, how about if I give you two more points so you can get ahead of him? Of course I'll be expecting a little extra ..." "You are a doll, and I'll definitely show my gratitude." She pushed the twelve points out wordlessly, and looked expectantly at me. I shrugged and said "There's no way I can win with them bankrolling you. I might as well fold." As Cindy handed the red and two whites back to Pete, he said "Now, about that interest ..." "Of course," she smiled, "I'm on my way." But as she turned to sit on his lap, he said "No, sit facing me." She seemed puzzled, so he explained "Straddle me." "Ohhhh." Cindy's mouth made a big circle as she drew the word out. She was wearing pants, so she just turned around to face him, spread her knees apart, and slid onto his lap, sitting on his knees. "Get your goddamn ass in a little closer," he said, reaching around behind her to grab her cheeks and pull it toward him. Her body slid up against his, with her crotch nestling against his belly. I would have been willing to bet she could feel something hard between her legs, and a sharp gasp from her tended to confirm that. His hands went up to her back, and pulled her mouth against his. She shivered, wrapped her arms around his neck, and started kissing him. His hands slipped around her rib cage to her chest, and he was soon squeezing her breasts through her sweater. She moaned, and kissed him ever more frantically. It didn't seem like they were likely to stop on their own, so Tom called out "Hey, my turn!" Even that had no effect, so I reached over and tapped Cindy on the shoulder. She came up for air long enough to see what I wanted, and I signalled with my eyes that she should look at Tom. "Oh," she said a bit shakily, "I forgot. ... I guess now I'll have to pay for forgetting, right?" "You better believe it," he spat out. "Now you have to straddle ME." Cindy seemed more than willing to comply, and slid her own body tight against his without any need for his help. And when he started playing with her tits through her sweater she started something new. Her mouth was locked on his, but her ass was moving back and forth, back and forth, pounding against his belly. It was obvious that she must be using his giant cock to apply some friction to her pussy through their clothes. When he slipped his hands up inside her sweater she started wailing and pounding her ass harder and faster. A tap on the shoulder had no effect this time, so Pete and I had to pull them apart physically. We finally got her seated again, but her mind was clearly not on the game. Pete had already started sneaking nines out of the deck, and as soon as he had all of them he hit her again from the bottom of the deck. My side of the table was still a little light from the last time Cindy had beat me, so I dropped out immediately. But Tom and Pete helped Cindy push the pot up until there must have been more than a hundred points in it. When Cindy raised with her last blue chip, Tom shook his head and dropped out. But Pete matched it with a blue of his own, then staring intently at her added his last blue and two reds. "Twenty points?" she gasped. "Guys, you're really going to have to help me here this time." "OK," Tom assured her, "but it's going to cost you big time." "Whatever you say, it'll be worth it." she admitted. Tom looked at me. "Shall we split it?" I nodded, and we each chipped in ten points to keep her alive. "That's it for me," Pete declared. "I thought I had a decent hand, but it's just three aces." "That's no match for my four nines, so it looks like I take it all," Cindy gloated. "Not quite all," Tom reminded her. "You owe Dick and me ten points each ... and that big time interest we discussed." "Just exactly what did you have in mind?" "What I had in mind, and what we are going to do, is that you and I are going to go to your bedroom, and spend five minutes there alone." "Tom! You are a naughty, naughty boy!" She tried to look shocked, but then she giggled, taking all the sting out of the remark. "Well, I guess we'd better get started." As they headed to the bedroom she turned to me and said "And Dick, I suppose you get a turn as soon as Tom is done." That has got to rate as the longest five minutes I have ever spent in my life. The very second my watch said the time was up I was pounding on Cindy's door. Out of my mind with passion, I had no sense of decency left at all, so I grabbed the knob and twisted it. Foiled! They had locked the door, so I just kept pounding. It took a while, but I finally heard Tom's voice from inside, "All right, all right, I'm coming." After a few moments more, he opened the door. He was only half dressed, pants pulled up and buckled but with his fly hanging open, shirt thrown on but not buttoned or tucked in, and his shoes in his hand. But that was nothing to the sight that greeted me once I got past him. Cindy was lying naked on her back on the bed, legs spread apart and a hand on her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partly open with a look of total bliss. Needless to say, it took me no time at all to drop my clothes next to hers at the side of the bed and climb aboard. The instant I had my cock in the right general area she grabbed it, positioned the head, and said "*SHOVE*!" My cock is thicker than most, but it sure didn't take much shoving. Talk about lubrication! She had so much cum in there that I could feel it squirting out as I went in. And I was so horny I nearly made a major contribution to the supply before I even started pumping. For her part, I think that fat cock must have driven her wild, because she immediately wrapped her legs around me and started humping hard and fast up against me. That was more than I could stand, and with a cry and a single hard thrust I started pumping cum into her cunt. She was shuddering and gasping and I could feel her cunt contracting around my cock after every jet it squirted into her. So I know she must have come at the same time I did. We both lay there panting for a while, and finally when she got her breath she said "That was fantastic! But what are we going to do for the rest of our five minutes?" "Well, I was thinking of more of the same," I said, starting to slide my fat rod in and out of her pussy, for indeed it was still as hard as an iron bar. "OH GOD that feels great," she moaned, "but how can you be so hard? didn't you come when I did?" "Baby, I came harder than I ever have in my entire life! But I'm so hot for you right now that I could keep this up for an hour." "God, how I wish we had an hour, but we don't, so fuck me, fuck me, as hard as you can. OH, MY GOD, YOU'RE SO BIG INSIDE ME, I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO MUUU .. MUUUU .. MUU .. MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!" and she was gone again. I had figured it was going to take me a while this time, but when she came that pushed me over the edge too. This time it wasn't as massive as the first time for me, either in my physical reaction or, I am sure, in what I was able to pour into her. But it was still good, as good as any Nancy and I have had recently. And Cindy was sounding and acting like it was ten times as good as anything Nancy has ever experienced. In fact she was still humping up against me, ramming my miraculously still hard cock into her hole when the pounding started at the door. Actually the pounding stopped almost as soon as it started, because I hadn't taken time to lock the door. So when I looked over I saw it swing open, and then saw Pete standing there grinning insanely. I pulled out, which immediately brought a moan of dissapointment from Cindy. "That wasn't part of the deal," I said. "Remember you didn't loan her any money, so you don't get any interest." Cindy wasa still panting hard, but she finally caught her breath enough to say, "No, that's all right, I don't mind if he does." At that, Pete tore his pants off, and exposed the longest cock I've ever seen. Cindy must have seen it at the same time I did, because she let out a loud gasp. I looked back at her and saw her eyes as wide as saucers as she stared at Pete's tool. She brought her knees up to her chest and shoved three fingers up her cunt, pumping in and out as far as she could. "I .. want .. that .. cock .. I .. want that .. cock .. I want .. that cock .. I want that cock .. IwantThatCock .. I_WANT_THAT_COCK .. II_WWAANNNNNNN!!!" By now Pete was naked, and with a leap he landed on top of her. She screamed when he rammed it all the way up into her, and she kept on screaming as he pistoned it in and out, in and out. I knew it couldn't be true, but it seemed like his ass was going nearly a foot in each direction. Then with a roar he shoved one last time and held it. They were both totally unaware of me as I picked up my clothes and slipped out of the room. Tom grinned at me, "That was one hell of an idea Bob had, wasn't it. I'll bet he never dreamed that Cindy would turn out to be this hot. And to think we each have two more weeks ahead of us like this." But then we suddenly averted our eyes, as we both realized at the same time that for each of us, one of those weeks was going to be with the other's wife. Only then did it really hit me, how hard the next week was going to be when I was scheduled to have an emergency at work. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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