Saturday - My Wife Is at Stake

Saturday night poker night went to shit fast. Zack was already down bad, staring at a dogshit hand when he grinned across the table like he knew something no one else did. “All in,” he said, shoving his chips forward, then added real casual, “And I’m throwing in my wife too—Kicker’s got some wild action in the back if anyone’s got the balls.” He was talking about his best friend. His wife had no idea the boys were in on it. She kept moving around the table pouring drinks, bending over to scoop up empty glasses, ass on full display in that little dress she wore for “company,” totally clueless she was already in the pot. The moment the last card hit felt like a live wire. The winner claimed his prize without hesitation. Zack’s wife found herself bent over the felt, dress yanked up, panties down, serving the table like it was any other Saturday night—except now her husband watched his friend pound into her while the rest of the boys cheered and passed her around, hands and dicks everywhere, using her however the cards fell. She moaned loud as hell when they took her mouth next, one after another, come streaking her face while the losers rubbed it in and the winner fucked her raw from behind. The game wasn’t over until they’d all spent themselves inside her, leaving her dripping and wrecked in the middle of the table like the best bad bet any of them ever won.