Chapter 2: The poker game
When Vanessa arrived downstairs, Greg and Mark were putting on their coats but when they saw her come down in that sexy little low-cut top they froze. Vanessa tells them, "You're not going to leave right away?"
Greg said to her, staring at her cleavage. "Well, Jimmy's asleep and it's not even midnight, so we were thinking of leaving, but if you suggest something else." Vanessa sat down on her husband's chair and said openly flirting with them, "I want to play poker. I haven't played since college." Looking at her the others said,"Okay," they sat down on the chairs, and Mark started dealing.
Vanessa looked down at her cards, fanning them slightly. "So, gentlemen, what's the buy-in?"
Eric, still flustered from their encounter upstairs, suggested, "How about a thousand each? Winner takes all?"
Greg grinned, collecting his cards. "Sounds fair to me. I'm in."
Mark nodded, chuckling. "Alright, let's make this interesting." He dealt the cards, and the game began.
As they played, Vanessa casually leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed, revealing a hint of thigh. She sipped her wine, her eyes flicking between the three men.
"You know, I've always loved poker. There's something so satisfying about bluffing your way to a win."
Eric raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? And what makes you think you can bluff us, Vanessa?"
She laughed, and throws in $1,000 from her husband's gambling.
"You'd be surprised, Eric. I've bluffed my way into better things than this."
Mark chuckled, dealing the next hand. "Like what, your marriage?"
She shot him a look, her green eyes flashing. "Like this house. Like this life. I didn't get here by being passive, Mark."
Greg leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. "You're a surprise, Vanessa. I always thought you were just a trophy wife."
She smirked, fanning her cards.
"Well, gentlemen, care to find out more? The night is young, and I'm feeling lucky."
Mark laughed, sliding three more cards onto the table. "Alright, let's see what you've got, Vanessa."
Greg chimed in, "Yeah, show us your hand. Or maybe we should call it your 'trump card'" He winked, and Eric chuckled, his eyes lingering on Vanessa's cleavage.
The game continued, the tension in the room palpable. Vanessa played with an air of confidence, her eyes dancing between the three men.
She sipped her wine, her fingers tracing the edge of the glass, her nails long and polished in a deep red. The game was intense, the stakes high, and the air thick with tension and anticipation.
Eric, trying to keep his cool, bet $5,000, his eyes locked on Vanessa. "I call your bluff, Vanessa. I want to see what you've got."
Vanessa raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ok," Vanessa turns over her cards. All the other players are impatient to see her cards. She turns over her cards and it's a pair of kings. Eric starts laughing. And Vanessa, with a disappointed look, says, "My bluf didn't work."
Eric, leaning back in his chair, grins. "You should stick to dancing, sweetheart. Poker isn't your game."
Vanessa rolls her eyes, tossing her cards onto the table. "Yeah, yeah. Keep laughing."
Mark chuckles, collecting the cards to shuffle for the next round. "Hey, Vanessa, how about a little distraction while we play? Give us a show. You know, like the old days?"
Vanessa smirks, taking a sip of her wine. "Did Jimmy tell you that?" and they all started laughing.
Vanessa smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and mischief. "You know, I've never been one to disappoint an audience. But I think it's only fair that I get something in return." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the three men. "How about a little wager? If I win the next hand, i win all the money on the table. And if one of you win, I'll... give him a dance. Private, of course."
Eric's eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You drive a hard bargain, Vanessa.
Mike and Greg were already looking at Vanessa with lust.
They knew they would do anything to win this hand.
Mark chuckled as he dealt the next hand. "Alright, Vanessa, you're on. Let's see what you've got."
Eric leaned forward in his chair, his eyes never leaving Vanessa's face. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart."
Vanessa smiled, her eyes sparkling with confidence. "Oh, I do. But I've never been one to back down from a challenge."
As Mark dealt the cards, the tension in the room grew. Each man's breath was shallow, their hearts pounding in their chests.
The stakes were high, the atmosphere charged with a mix of anticipation and raw desire. The cards were dealt, and Vanessa picked up her hand, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Your move, Vanessa," Mark prompted, his voice husky.
Vanessa bit her lip, her eyes scanning her cards. She was no expert, but she knew how to play the game. She knew how to read people, and she could see the hunger in their eyes. She fanned her cards slightly, her fingers delicate and precise.
"I'll raise you two thousand," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
She wanted this. She wanted to win. She wanted to feel the power, the control. She wanted to feel alive.
Eric's eyes widened. "You're playing with fire, Vanessa." He matching her bet.
Greg leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. "I'm in, too. Let's see if you've got the nerve to back up your bluff." He matched their bet.
Mark, the last to bet, looked at Vanessa, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "I'm in, Vanessa.
Let's see what you've got," Mark said, his voice low and gravelly. He looked her straight in the eyes, his gaze unblinking.
Vanessa's heart hammered in her chest, but she kept her expression neutral. She knew she had to stay focused, to keep her cool. She couldn't afford to show any weakness, not now.
She looked around the table, meeting each man's gaze. She saw the lust, the hunger, the desire. She felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and fear. She turns over her cards and it's a Straight Flush, Vanessa stands up and starts jumping for joy, arms in the air and her big breasts swinging up and down. Eric and Greg, disappointed, throw their cards on the table, but a few seconds later, while Vanessa was still jumping up and down with excitement, Mark puts his cards on the table and says "Royal Flush. Vanessa looks at the cards in disbelief and says "fuck you" Mark starts laughing and says "no, I'm going to fuck you" Vanessa looks at him smiling and says "no, it's just a dance nothing more, but I promise you the best dance of your life." Vanessa takes Mark by the hand and leads him to sit on one of the leather sofas and straddles him to give him a lap dance.
She starts swaying her hips, grinding against him. She runs her hands through her hair, then lets them trail down her body, lingering on her breasts before moving down to her hips. She leans back, arching her back and sliding her hands up her thighs. She turns around, giving Mark a view of her perfect ass, and starts grinding against him again. She leans back and whispers in his ear, "Like what you see, Mark?"
Mark's breath hitches, his hands gripping her hips. "Fuck yes," he growls, his eyes locked on her body and his dick was hard as steel.
Meanwhile, Eric and Greg watch, their eyes glued to the show.
They're both turned on, their cocks straining against their pants. Eric was jealous. "Fuck, I'm the one who's supposed to be with her"
Back on the sofa, Vanessa continues her dance, her body moving like liquid silk. She turns to face Mark again, leaning in so close that her breasts are almost touching his face. Vanessa pulls down her top, shoves her breasts in Mark's face, and says "motorboat these fuckers" to him.
Mark, driven wild by lust, starts sucking and biting her breasts, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Eric and Greg, watching from the sidelines, can't keep their hands off themselves. They start rubbing their dicks through their pants, their eyes glued to the show.
"Fuck, look at those tits," Eric groans, his hand moving faster. "I wish that was me."
Greg smirks, "Patience, my friend. Our time will come."
Back on the sofa, Vanessa throws her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as Mark's mouth works its magic.
Her hands grip his hair, pulling him closer to her breasts. The room is filled with the sounds of their primal desires – wet, sloppy sucking noises, heavy breathing, and low groans of pleasure. After having an orgasm from having her breasts eaten, Vanessa gets up promptly and says "ok, it's over" but Mark protests "you can't stop there, my cock is hard" Vanessa looking at the little bulge he had in his pants retorts "it's not my problem, the deal was a dance not a fuck, plus you're lucky because at the club we weren't allowed to eat the dancers' breasts it was a special that I reserved only for my best client" and she goes back to sit on her chair.
Vanessa asks, "Who wants to play another hand? If I win, I win the table, and if I lose, a dance for the winner." Eric retorts, "Nah, not interesting, we've already seen you, and besides, I don't want to end up like Mark, rock hard but unable to relieve himself." Vanessa counters with an offer, "A dance and a blowjob." Eric replies, "No, I've wanted you for so long, it won't be enough." He throws a wad of $10,000 on the table, "If you win, you win the table, and if one of us wins, he can take you to the guest room for an hour." Vanessa looks at him in shock and says, "No, that's going too far." Eric replies, "Just imagine what you'll be able to do with that money."
Marc adds, "Come on, I saw when I was eating your boobs that it's been a long time since you came. Your drunk husband must no longer be able to satisfy you." At first Vanessa resisted, but when he started talking about her drunken husband, her anger skyrocketed. Vanessa looked at the table and calculated that with the bundle Eric had just put down, there was at least $25,000 on the table. She fixed Eric with a determined look and told him, "I might as well get to the bottom of this. I have a new deal. If I win, I win the table, and if one of you wins, I still win the table, but I'll fuck all three of you."
Eric, Greg, and Mark, all excited, immediately accepted.
Vanessa, with a wicked smile, nodded, "Alright, gentlemen, let's make this interesting."
Mark dealt the cards with swift movements, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Eric and Greg watched, their breaths shallow, their hearts pounding in their chests. The air was thick with tension and desire.
The game commenced, each man's hand dealt with skill and precision. Vanessa picked up her cards, her eyes scanning her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. For their part, Greg and Eric exchanged cards under the table to make sure Vanessa didn't win.
Vanessa watched as the men passed cards, a smirk on her face. She knew what they were doing, but she played along, enjoying the thrill of the game and the power dynamic at play.
The cards were dealt, and the men bet heavily, trying to outdo each other. Vanessa watched, her lips curled in amusement as she sipped her wine.
"Your move, Vanessa," Mark prompted, his eyes on her.
Vanessa's hand is completely shit, her only chance is to bluff.
She looks at her cards once more, a queen, a ten, a seven, a four, and a three. No straight, no flush, not even a pair.
she says "fuck off" and throws her cards on the table,She leaned back and she looks at the three guys smiling and says "so who's first?"
Eric eagerly stands up, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'll take the honor of going first," he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
Greg chuckles, "Don't tire her out too much, Eric. We all have to have a turn."
Mark smirks, "Yeah, don't forget, she promised to fuck us all."
Vanessa picks up the money on the table and says "that's mine" before following Eric to the guest room in the basement.
She closes the door behind her, and locks it, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks at Eric, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You know the rules," she says, her voice steady. "One hour, and then you'll take your turn."
Eric nods, his eyes locked on her. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Vanessa." he grabs both of Vanessa's breasts and puts his face in her cleavage, motorboating the most beautiful pair of tits he's ever seen in his life.
"God, your tits are fucking amazing" he moans, as he starts kissing and sucking them, his tongue circling around her nipples which are as hard as diamonds.
Vanessa throws her head back, moaning softly, her body quivering with desire. She knows she wants him just as much as he wants her. She's been craving this for so long, and now that she has him, she doesn't want to waste any time.
She starts removing her top, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. Eric watches, his breath coming in short gasps, his cock throbbing in his pants.
Vanessa's top falls to the floor, revealing her perfectly sculpted body, her breasts heaving with each breath. Eric reaches out, tracing the line of her collarbone, down to her cleavage, and finally, to her nipples. He pinches them gently, making Vanessa gasp.
"You like that, don't you, Vanessa?" he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.
Vanessa nods, her eyes half-closed, her body arching into his touch. "Yes," she whispers. "But I want more."
Eric grins, his eyes dark with lust.
"I was hoping you'd say that." He reaches behind her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. Vanessa's breasts spill out, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Eric leans down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Vanessa gasps, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Fuck, Eric," she moans. "That feels so good."
Eric releases her nipple with a pop, moving to the other one. He sucks and nibbles, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her ass, pulling her against him.
Vanessa can feel his cock, rock hard against her thigh. She grinds against it, her pussy aching with need.
"Eric," she moans, her voice breathless. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me."
Eric releases her nipple with a wet pop, looking up at her with a smirk. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teases, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her towards the bed.
Vanessa kicks off her heels, her body trembling with desire as she watches Eric undress.
His dad bod is revealed inch by inch, and her breath hitches as she sees his enormous 12 inches cock, hard and ready.
"Fuck, Eric," she whispers, her eyes widening. "If I had known you had this between your legs, I would have fucked you a long time ago."
Eric grins, his eyes locked on her. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that, Vanessa."
He climbs onto the bed, his body covering hers. She can feel the weight of him, the heat of his skin. He kisses her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands roaming over her body and his dick is hard as steel.
Vanessa moans into his mouth, her hands grasping at his back, pulling him closer. She can feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach. She wants him inside her so badly she can taste it.
Eric breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck," he mutters, looking down at her. "I've wanted you for so long."
Vanessa smiles, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Then take me, Eric. Fuck me like you've been dying to."
Eric doesn't waste any time. He grips her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach.
She gasps, her heart pounding with anticipation and desire. He spreads her cheeks, and she can feel his hot breath on her pussy. She pushes back, desperate for him to fill her.
He chuckles, a low, rough sound that sends shivers down her spine. "You're eager, aren't you, Vanessa?" he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
She looks back at him, her eyes smoldering. "Fuck yes, I am," she replies, her voice breathless. "I've been waiting for this for so long."
He doesn't make her wait any longer.
He spits on his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his cock to make it slick. Vanessa whimpers, her pussy clenching with need. She pushes back against him, desperate for him to fill her.
Eric grips her hips tighter, lining himself up with her entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, filling her completely. Vanessa gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Eric groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "I can't believe how good you feel."
Vanessa moans, her body adjusting to his massive size.
"Fuck, you're huge, Eric. Fill me up."
Eric chuckles, his hips beginning to move, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. "You can take it, Vanessa. I know you can."
He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucks her hard and deep. Vanessa cries out, her moans echoing through the room.
"Oh my God, Eric, right there. Yes, just like that, I'm going to squirt."
Eric's cock throbbed inside her, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Vanessa's body trembled with each powerful stroke, her pussy clenching around him. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Oh God, Eric, don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
Eric leaned over her, his hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he fucked her with wild, desperate thrusts.
"You're mine now, Vanessa.
Every inch of you," Eric growls, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Vanessa lets out a whimper, her body on fire with need. "Yes, Eric. Take me. All of me," she begs, pushing back against him, inviting him deeper.
Eric's hands grip her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pounds into her, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoes through the room, their moans and grunts a primal symphony. Eric pulls his cock out of Vanessa's pussy and without warning penetrates her little ass with his big cock in one go. Vanessa yells at him "no, I'm an ass virgin" but Eric doesn't care and continues to pound her violently.
"You're so fucking tight, Vanessa. I love it. Your ass was made for my cock." he grunts as he thrusts in and out.
Vanessa screams in pain and pleasure, her body tensing up at the sudden intrusion.
"Fuck! It hurts, Eric. Slow down," she pants, trying to adjust to the new sensation.
Eric ignores her plea, his hips slapping against her ass with force. "You'll get used to it, baby.
Just relax and let me fuck that tight little ass of yours," Eric growls, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Vanessa bites her lip, her body tensing and relaxing as Eric continues to pound into her ass, his cock stretching her to the limit. She can feel every inch of him, the thickness, the length, and the way his cock head bumps against her insides. The pain slowly gives way to pleasure as her body adjusts to the intrusion.
She reaches back, her fingers gripping the sheets, her knuckles white from the force. "Fuck, Eric," she moans, her voice ragged with desire. Eric pulls his cock out of Vanessa's ass, turns her over, lays her down on the bed and says "now it's time to fuck this beautiful pair of tits" and he puts his huge cock between her huge tits.
He starts fucking them with his cock. Vanessa feels the pleasure of having this huge cock between her tits, but she also feels the pain in her ass. She moans, her fingers grasping the sheets for support.
"Oh my God, Eric, your cock feels so good between my tits. Eric replied, "Yes, they're the perfect size for my cock. Oh yes, it's so good, so much better than the small tits of the anorexic models I usually fuck."
Vanessa looks down and watches as Eric's cock slides between her huge, fake tits. She moans, her body trembling with pleasure. "Your cock is so fucking huge. I love feeling it between my tits."
Eric grabs her tits and squeezes them together, making her huge boobs almost touch each other. "Fuck, I always knew your tits were the perfect size for my cock," Eric groans, his breathing becoming more rapid as he thrusts faster between Vanessa's tits.
"Oh God, that's it, Eric. Fuck my tits. Make them yours," Vanessa moans, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. Eric's cock was throbbing between her breasts his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Eric moans "I'm going to come" and he spits a huge amount of cum on Vanessa's face and between her big tits.
Vanessa's body is drenched in sweat and Eric's cum. She moans, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. Eric pulls out his cock, he lies down next to Vanessa and starts kissing her.
They make out for a while, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Vanessa's body is still tingling from the intense fucking she just received, and Eric's cock is already starting to harden again.
Eric says "I think I love you" but Vanessa cools him off by retorting "Don't get any ideas, I have a husband and I won't leave him. If you want to fuck from time to time, I'm up for it. I'm going to have a hard time doing without you now. But that's it" and she adds, looking him in the eyes "and what happens tonight stays between the four of us, okay? I don't want my husband to find out" Eric nods his head.
"You have my word. This stays between us." Vanessa smiles and stands up, stretching her body. "Good. Now, I need a shower and then I'll be ready for the next one." She walks towards the en-suite bathroom, leaving Eric alone on the bed.
Vanessa heads to the stairs to take her shower upstairs, passing Mike and Greg who are playing a video game she shouts "Greg is next", with a satisfied smile on her face, "I'm going to take a shower to get clean and I'll be back"
As she showers, Vanessa can't help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt. She had just cheated on her husband, and she still has two more to go, on one hand she feels like a fucking slut but on the other hand she loves it. It brings back good memories of her old life.. She felt desired, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like a woman again.
As the hot water cascaded over her, she washed away the evidence of her infidelity. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the night ahead. She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. She needed this. 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.
Mike was there, in the doorway, his 7 inch cock in his hand, Vanessa said to him "it's not your turn" but he replied to Vanessa "I apologize but I can't wait any longer, I've been hard since the lap dance and it's starting to hurt. Vanessa looked at him smiling and said "oh poor thing, we'll take care of that right away" before getting on her knees in front of him and starting to give him a blowjob.
Mark looks down, watching as Vanessa takes his entire length into her mouth, her lips stretching around his cock.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," he groans, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her movements.
Vanessa sucks harder, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her mouth creating a perfect seal around him.
Mark bucks his hips, fucking her mouth slowly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "You're so good at this, Vanessa," he moans, his eyes locked on her. Your husband Jimmy was right, your blowjob are divine, there is no one who can hold a candle to you.
Vanessa looks up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the force of her sucking. she spits on his cock and starts giving him a sloppy blowjob, her saliva mixing with the pre-cum leaking from his tip. Mark groans, his hips moving faster, his dick throbbing in her mouth.
"Fuck, Vanessa, that's it. Just like that. You're going to make me come if you keep doing that," Mark pants, his voice hoarse with desire.
Vanessa hums in response, her mouth working magic on his cock. She increased the pace, taking his cock all the way down her throat and when Mark was ready to come, he grabbed Vanessa by the hair to push his cock all the way down her throat and he spat his cum directly down her throat, before removing his cock from her mouth.
Vanessa pulls back, gagging slightly as she swallows his load, wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at Mark, a wicked smile on her face. "You taste good, Mark.
I could get used to this."
Mark answers her"The only thing that pisses me off is that I came too fast. I didn't even get to fuck you." But Vanessa looked at him seductively and said, "Don't worry, you'll probably get another chance before the night ends." He looked at Veronica naked on the floor and nodded at her before going downstairs into the basement.
When Vanessa came downstairs, she had put on the sexy little black silk nightgown that didn't hide much of her perfect figure, which she had at the beginning of the evening. Eric and Greg were starting to get hard again. And even Mark, who had his cock emptied barely 5 minutes ago, was starting to feel an excitement in his lower abdomen.
He watched Vanessa's every movement as she gracefully descended the stairs, the silk nightgown billowing gently around her thighs, breasts, and stomach.
Vanessa approached Mike and Greg, a sultry smile playing on her full lips. "So, who's next?" she purred, her eyes flicking between the two men.
Greg swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants. "I believe it's my turn, isn't it?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Vanessa gave him a peck on the lips, took his hand, led him into the guest room, and closed the door.
Greg took in the sight of her, her nightgown barely covering her essentials, her body glistening from the shower. He was hard as a rock.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he murmured, his hands gently tracing the curves of her body.
Vanessa chuckled, a seductive smile playing on her lips. “You haven’t even seen the best of me yet, Greg.” She pushed him gently towards the bed, and he sat down, his eyes never leaving her.
She slowly started to undress, teasing him as her dress fell on the ground.
Vanessa asks him what he wants her to do and Greg tells her, "I want a lap dance like Mark got." Vanessa starts smiling and sits languidly on Greg's lap.
"Alright, let me give you a dance to remember." She leans back, her hands resting on his shoulders, her legs spread wide enough to straddle him.
Starting to move her hips, she sways gently, her body undulating in a slow, sensuous rhythm. Greg watches, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of her dancing on his lap. His hands move to her boobs, gripping them tightly as she continues to grind against his crotch. he starts sucking her boobs. While he sucks them greedily, Greg says to Vanessa, "These are the most beautiful boobs I've ever seen in my life. And I've seen some beautiful boobs. I'm a plastic surgeon, but you, wow. I don't know who the surgeon was who did them, but he did a masterpiece."
Vanessa laughed as she wiggled her big breasts in Greg's face.
Greg's cock is rock hard, pressing painfully against his pants. He can feel the precum soaking through his boxers, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer.
Vanessa leans in, whispering in his ear, "You want more, don't you, Greg? You want to feel my pussy around your cock?"
Greg groans, his hips bucking against her as he fights to maintain control. "Fuck yes, Vanessa.
I want to feel your pussy around my cock," Greg groans, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Vanessa smiles seductively, her eyes locked onto his. "Well, why don't you take it off then? Let's see what you've got," she taunts, her voice laced with desire.
Greg wastes no time in stripping off his clothes, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. Vanessa takes it in, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his thick, long dick. and she licks her lips while looking at it.
"Fuck, Greg, that's a big cock. You've been hiding this from us all this time?"
Greg grins, his hands already reaching for her. "All the better to fuck you with, my dear."
Vanessa laughs and spreads her legs wider, inviting him in. "Come on then, big boy. Show me what you've got."
Greg doesn't need to be told twice. He positions himself between her legs, his cock head teasing her entrance. Vanessa looks down, watching as the huge dick disappears inch by inch into her pussy.
She gasps as it fills her completely, stretching her walls and hitting deep. "Fuck, Greg, that's so fucking big. You're so fucking deep." She moans, her fingers digging into his back, urging him deeper.
Greg groans, a low, primal sound that sends shivers down Vanessa's spine. "Goddamnit, Vanessa, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight and wet." He starts to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, his hips snapping against hers.
"Fuck me, Greg. Harder," Vanessa screams, her body rocking with each thrust.
She looks down at their joining, watching his thick cock slide in and out of her, coated in her juices. The sight sends waves of pleasure through her, making her clench around him even tighter.
Greg grunts, his body slick with sweat, his muscles tensing as he slams into her with all his might. "You want more, you fucking whore?" he growls, his voice thick with lust
Vanessa throws her head back, her eyes closed, moaning loudly. "Yes, give me more, you motherfucking stud.
Fuck me like you mean it," Vanessa moans, her body arching against his.
Greg's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucks her harder, faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, their moans and grunts a primal symphony of lust and desire.
Vanessa's tits bounce with each thrust, her body responding to his rough handling like a well-tuned instrument. She can feel the heat building within her, her pussy clenching around Greg's cock like a velvet fist. she was about to reach climax.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Eric and Mark were sitting on armchairs smoking cigars. They were listening to music, but Vanessa's orgasms were so loud that it drowned out the music. And the bed kept banging against the wall.
One, two, three, four. . . . Greg was fucking Vanessa at a relentless pace, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Vanessa screamed with pleasure, her nails digging into Greg's back as she met his thrusts with her own.
"Oh fuck, Greg, right there! Yes, just like that!" she screamed, her body convulsing with every stroke of his massive cock.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Greg growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
"Say it, Vanessa. Tell me what you want."
Vanessa, lost in the throes of pleasure, gasped out, "II want your cum deep in my pussy"
Greg grunted, "You're going to get it. I'm going to fill your pussy with so much cum, you'll be dripping it for days."
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive and brutal. Vanessa moaned and screamed, her body shaking and trembling with the sheer intensity of his fucking.
"Oh God, Greg, I'm close! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" she begged, her voice a ragged, desperate plea.
Greg, spurred by her words, increased his pace, his hips slamming into hers with an almost violent rhythm. "You want it, Vanessa? You want my cum?" he growled, his voice harsh and guttural.
"Yes, yes, give it to me! Give me your cum!" Vanessa screamed, her body convulsing around him, her pussy clenching and unclenching in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Fuck, Greg, I'm coming!" she cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
Greg groaned, his body tensing as he felt her juices coating his cock. "That's it, Vanessa. Come for me. Come all over my cock."
He pounded into her, his own orgasm building with each thrust. "Fuck, your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight. I'm going to fill you up, Vanessa. I'm going to come inside you."
Vanessa moaned, her body still shaking from her orgasm.
She could feel Greg's cock throbbing inside her, ready to explode. "Fill me up, Greg," she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Give me your cum, fill my pussy with your baby juice."
Greg groaned, his body tensing as he prepared to come. "Fuck, Vanessa, here it comes," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he released his load deep inside her.
Vanessa let out a loud cry, her body convulsing around him as she felt his hot cum fill her up. "Oh God, Greg, I can feel it.
I can feel your cum inside me," Vanessa whimpered, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Greg pulled out, his cock glistening with their mixed juices, and Vanessa watched as he lowered his body next to hers, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.
"That was fucking amazing, Vanessa," Greg murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Your pussy is incredible. I've never felt anything like it."
Vanessa smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as Greg's words sent waves of pleasure through her.
"That was just the beginning, Greg," she purred. "Tonight I realized that fidelity is boring. This will probably not be the last time between you and me." Before snuggling in his arms.
In the other room, Eric and Mark were sitting on the sofa half asleep when Jimmy came down still drunk. In a cheerful mood, Jimmy greeted Mark and Eric.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" he slurred, his eyes glazed over from the alcohol.
Mark and Eric exchanged a look, an unspoken agreement forming between them. They had to get rid of Jimmy before he realized what was going on.
Mark, being the most charismatic of the three, took the lead.
"Hey, Jimmy, why don't you sit down and relax? You look like you could use a drink," Mark suggested, motioning to the empty spot on the couch next to him.
Jimmy, still drunk and oblivious to the situation, flopped down onto the couch. "Yeah, man, I could use a drink," he slurred, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused.
Eric walked over to the bar and poured Jimmy a drink, adding a little extra to ensure he stayed out of it for the rest of the night.
He handed the glass to Jimmy with a smile. "Here you go, buddy. Drink up."
Jimmy took the glass, downing the contents in one go. His eyes fluttered closed briefly before he opened them again, a happy grin on his face. "Thanks, man. That hit the spot."
His eyes closed briefly and opened again when he saw the guest room door open, Greg and Vanessa coming out, joking.
Vanessa was still in her nightgown, her hair tousled, and her cheeks flushed. She looked radiant, and Jimmy couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
"Hey, babe," Jimmy called out."What were you doing in there?"
Jimmy asked, his voice thick with alcohol.
Vanessa smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Just having a chat with Greg. He's a funny guy"
Jimmy nodded, his eyes drooping. "That's good, babe. You should, you should." Jimmy's mind was all foggy, his vision was foggy too, but in his drunkenness he had the impression that Greg was very close to Vanessa and even have his arm around her waist.
He wanted to stand up and go find out what was going on, but his body was too heavy, and his legs were all wobbly.
"Fuck, why is the room spinning?" Jimmy muttered, trying to focus on Vanessa and Greg.
Vanessa, noticing Jimmy's confusion, quickly interjected, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I was just giving Greg a little massage. You know how much you hate it when your back hurts."
Jimmy's eyes widened in confusion, "Massage?
But I thought you were just...
Eric said to him, "Your wife gives FUCKING good massages." And Greg added, "Yes, she's a real goddess." Then Eric, Greg, and Mark all started laughing at the same time.
Vanessa had to go along with it, even if they played a little too much for her taste with the indirect allusions. "Oh yeah, that's right," Vanessa said, trying to play along. "I have never had any complaints about my massages." She smirked at Greg, who winked at her.
Jimmy, however, seemed to be having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog. "I think I need to go to bed, guys. It's been a long night."
Mark and Eric exchanged another look, this one of relief. They had managed to keep Jimmy distracted and drunk enough not to know what was going on."You're right, buddy," Eric said, clapping Jimmy on the back. "You look beat. Let's get you upstairs."
Mark stood up and helped Jimmy to his feet. "Come on, Jimmy.
Let's get you to bed," Mark said, wrapping an arm around Jimmy's shoulder to support him as they made their way upstairs. Eric followed closely behind, ensuring Jimmy didn't stumble.
Once they reached the bedroom, Eric helped Jimmy onto the bed while Mark took off his shoes and socks. Jimmy mumbled something incoherent, his body already giving in to the effects of the alcohol. Mark and Eric exchanged a glance, a silent agreement that they had managed to keep Jimmy in the dark about the night's events.
"Thanks, guys," Jimmy slurred, his eyes already closing.
Vanessa was waiting in the doorway, she thanked them and told them to go downstairs that she would join them soon.
She sits on the edge of the bed, watching as Jimmy drifts off to sleep. She can't help but feel a mix of guilt and excitement. She had cheated on him, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt in the arms of his friends. She had always craved this, the danger, the thrill of doing something forbidden.
As she watches him sleep, She leans down and whispers in his ear, "I fucked all three of your friends and it was awesome, and it's not over yet. There's a fantasy I never fulfilled, even when I was a stripper."