Chapter 1: Introduction
On a rainy Friday night, the lights of Jimmy’s mansion glowed like a beacon over the cliffs of Malibu. Inside, the mood was jovial—at least on the surface. In the basement, dimly lit by a custom chandelier shaped like a royal flush, Jimmy had gathered three of his oldest friends for what had become a monthly tradition: poker night.
The table was mahogany, bundles of bills well stacked on the table, the cigars hand-rolled in Cuba. Jimmy, the wealthy diamond trader With his glass half full of 25-year-old whiskey he leaned back and laughed a little too loudly at a weak joke from Greg, the plastic surgeon.
His laugh echoed through the room, bouncing off the clean lines of his antique-modern décor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and some fumes from the weed smoked earlier.
His laughter abruptly died down as he caught sight of Vanessa, standing in the doorway, Vanessa 38, stunning, and currently pissed off, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her green eyes flashing with annoyance. She was leaning against the stairway door in a sexy black silk nightgown, revealing more than it concealed.
“Jimmy” she said sharply, her voice slicing through the warmth of the room. “You promised me you wouldn’t get drunk tonight.”
“I’m not drunk,” Jimmy muttered, blinking too slowly. He throws a hundred dollar bill toward the center of the table. “I’m winning.”
“Your speech says otherwise.”
His friends fell quiet, their eyes, stared at Vanessa, hypnotized by her beauty, her perfect body, and this silk nightie that molded the shape of her perfect body.
Jimmy told her, "It's my poker night, it only happens once a month, so leave me alone and go back upstairs. You're annoying me in front of my friends."
Vanessa, with an angry look, turned around, leaving without a word.
Eric said to Jimmy, "If I had a wife like that, I wouldn't talk to her like that. She's a fucking goddess."
Laughing, Jimmy replied, "meh, she's just a gold digger, a real bitch, The only reason I keep her is because she's a fucking slut in bed. And you should see the blowjobs she gives, they're divine."
Eric replies, yes I admit I would like to try that mouth
Jimmy looks at him with a shocked look, but Eric looks at him back laughing and says "come on it's just a joke, it's just that she's so damn hot, you're one lucky guy". Jimmy with vanity starts to smile and says "yes it's A+ quality meat"
Jimmy picked up the bottle of whiskey, filled his glass, and said, “Poker Time," before taking a large gulp of whiskey.
The game resumed, cards shuffled, money is thrown on the table, but the atmosphere had change.
The room was heavy with tension, like a storm brewing at sea. Mark, Jimmy's closest friend, leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Vanessa's exit.
A few hands later, Greg, the plastic surgeon, fanned his cards, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Read 'em and weep, boys."
Jimmy groaned, tossing his cards onto the table. "Fuck me. That's five hands in a row, Greg. You're cheating."
Greg chuckled, raking in his winnings. "Nah, just lucky tonight. Or maybe it's these new contacts I got.
They make everything look sharper, clearer." He winked, and Eric and Mark laughed, but Jimmy's smile was forced. He downed another glass of whiskey, the ice clinking loudly against the glass.
Eric got up and said "I have to go pee." despite the protests he went upstairs. Upstairs the bathroom door was locked. He couldn't wait so he went to the kitchen sink. He took out his dick and peed in the luxury marble sink. A pee of at least 1 minute. After finishing, Eric thought about going back downstairs but suddenly he looked at the bathroom door, bathroom which was locked, and from which we could hear the sound of a shower. Eric opened a drawer, took a tool that would allow him to unlock the privacy lock of the door. He went to the door, unlocked it and quietly opened the door.
Vanessa was in the shower, She was soaping her perfect body, Eric took out his cell phone and discreetly began to film Vanessa languidly soaping her beautiful big 36 double D breasts.
He captured her in a soft light, the water cascading over her curves. He was careful not to make a sound, his breath held captive in his chest. Vanessa was humming a soft tune, her eyes closed, seemingly lost in her own world.
Eric’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, especially with Jimmy’s wife, but he couldn't help himself. She was just too damn beautiful.
He filmed for a minute or two, the sound of water hitting her skin filling his ears. Then, she starts to caress her pussy with one hand and pinches her nipple with the other hand while moaning.
Eric's heart pounded harder, he was hard as steel now, he knew he couldn't keep filming, he had to stop this madness, yet he couldn't take his eyes off the show.
Suddenly, the bathroom door bursts open, making Vanessa jump, the shower curtain rustles, and she screams in surprise. "What the fuck!" she yells, covering herself with her hands.
Eric, stunned and caught red-handed, drops his phone. It clatters to the floor, the video still playing, displaying Vanessa's nude, soapy body on the screen. he quickly ran downstairs, where the others continued the poker game.
He quickly sunk into his chair, trying to act like nothing happened. He had to play it cool.
“Eric, you’re up,” Jimmy said, pointing at him. “What do you do? Fold, call, or raise?”
Eric looked at his cards, then at Jimmy, then back at his cards. He had a shitty hand, but his mind was elsewhere. He cleared his throat, trying to focus. “Call,” he murmured, throwing in a hundred-dollar bill.
The others followed suit, and the game continued.
Eric’s heart was still pounding in his chest, his mind racing with the images he’d just seen. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught, but he also couldn’t believe his luck. He’d just seen Vanessa in all her naked glory, and he knew he couldn’t just forget about it. Too bad he lost his cell phone, this video would have been hotter than any porn movie on the web.
Mark glanced at him, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Eric,” he said, dealing the next round of cards.
Eric forced a laugh.
"Just thinking about a business deal, Mark. You know how it is."
Mark chuckled, but his eyes lingered on Eric a moment too long. "Must be some deal," he murmured.
Eric leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. "You know, I've always said Vanessa is the hottest piece in Malibu. Jimmy, you're a lucky son of a gun."
Jimmy grunted, downing another glass of whiskey. "Damn right I am. She's a fucking goddess.
Who wouldn't want to fuck her?
Eric’s last words echoed in Mark’s ears. He knew Eric was right. Vanessa was a goddess. And he also knew that Jimmy was too drunk to notice anything tonight.
Mark said, "Let's raise the stakes a little bit" by throwing in three bills of 100 dollars ." Jimmy, with a drunken look, followed.
"Alright, alright. Let's make this interesting." He threw in two more hundred-dollar bills, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
Greg smirked, sliding three more hundred-dollar bills into the pot. "I'm in."
Eric hesitated, glancing at his cards before throwing in another hundred dollars. He was trying to act normal, but his heart was still racing from the incident upstairs. He couldn't shake the image of Vanessa, naked and soapy, from his mind.
Less then a hour later Jimmy passed out, Mark called Vanessa and when she went downstairs and saw that her husband was dead drunk she got angry. She called him a drunk and powerless and slapped him in the face. After calming down a bit she asked Eric to help her take Jimmy, still unconscious, to the bedroom because he was too heavy for her. After putting Jimmy on the bed, Eric turns around and sees Vanessa smiling at him and taking out a cell phone. She says to him I think this is yours. Eric, speechless, with a wild look in his eyes, looks at her without knowing what to say. After giving him the phone she approaches him and whispers in his ear "Don't worry, I didn't delete the video you took of me. You can watch it when you feel lonely. But make sure my husband never sees it. He'll kill you."
Vanessa's voice was a low purr, her breath warm on Eric's ear. He could feel her perfume, a mix of sweet and musky, enveloping him. He looked down and saw the cleavage that hid nothing of her large breasts. While he was putting Jimmy to bed she had changed her outfit. She wore a very tight white low-cut top that hid nothing with push-up bras, and tight denim mini shorts. Her clothing screamed, I want to get fucked tonight.
Vanessa pulled away from Eric, her lips curling into a smirk. She turned around, and with a flick of her wrist, she switched off the bedroom light, casting the room into darkness.
Eric’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what she expected, and despite the fear of getting caught, he couldn’t deny the desire burning within him. He had wanted her for years, and now, the opportunity was presenting itself.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her waist. She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting the faint moonlight from the window. She leaned in, her lips kiss his and Vanessa starts to put her tongue in Eric's mouth.
Eric, a bit surprised at first, began to kiss her back, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer.
Vanessa moaned softly, her body pressing against his. She reached up, grabbing his beard, pulling his face closer to hers. Eric's hands slid up to grab her boob, squeezing it firmly. He could feel her heat, and he knew she was already wet for him.
She whispered in his ear, "I've wanted this for a long time, Eric. I've always known you wanted me too. but we are not alone" before giving him a kiss and heading towards the stairs.