CUCKOLD / WIFE SHARING / BETTING THE WIFE

He Wagered My Body in Couples Strip Poker

My husband was out of chips with only one thing left to wager. Me.

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My husband was out of chips with only one thing left to wager. The game was all or nothing, the whole pot was in, and now he had to fold or place the biggest bet of the night.

Me.

The game was a fresh twist on couples strip poker, where the men played fully clothed and their wives disrobed for chips. It was an underground scene and coordinated by a local sex club.

My husband, Morgan, and I had talked about visiting the club, though we had not yet taken the plunge. But when we learned of the strip poker game, we decided to give it a try. I’m not sure why, but I found the idea especially enticing. Perhaps it was the competitive factor. Perhaps it was because my husband might win the other man’s wife. Perhaps it was because the other man might win me.

We didn’t know the other couple. They were strangers and that was the point. They were vetted by the club, of course, just as my husband and I were vetted. His name was Devin. Her name was Adrea.

The game was played in a room in the back of the sex club — just two couples at the table with a deck of cards and a volunteer to be the dealer/banker. Apart from being the dealer and banker, she was otherwise not part of the game.

The game started like any other seven-card stud game, with the dealer giving two face-down and one face-up card to each player. After each betting interval, the dealer would give each player another face-up card, then on the fourth and last betting interval, a face-down card.

There was no ante, but to place bets the players needed chips. To get chips, the men would ask their wives for an article of clothing to exchange with the dealer/banker. Each shoe was worth $50 in chips. A shirt or blouse was worth $200. Pants or skirt were also worth $200. A bra was worth $500. Panties were worth $1000. The dealer only gave $5 and $10 chips at first, allowing for smaller wagers to keep the game running longer, gradually upping the denomination.

My husband did well at the start, winning the first three games. I had only exchanged my shoes and my blouse by then, but Devin had wagered his wife’s shoes, blouse, and skirt. To match my husband’s bet on the final betting round, Devin needed another $200 chips to match. He gestured to Adrea, and she unclasped her bra, slipped it off, and gave it to the dealer.

Her breasts swung free — D-cups, perfectly shaped, and the color of sweet cream, capped by pert nipples. She was a blonde, with short-cropped hair, light blue eyes, and a smile that was cute when pinched tight and pouty.

My husband, Morgan, smiled at her, his eyes fixed on her breasts. I smiled, too. Things were going well. Very well. I still had my slacks, panties, and bra, while Adrea stood there in only her panties.

Devin matched my husband’s bet and added $200 more. Morgan matched, and it was time to reveal the face-down cards. Morgan had a straight, but Devin had a full house with jacks over eights.

I drew a sharp breath. Devin took the pot, giving him a huge advantage.

On the next game I gave up my slacks, getting $200 in chips, but on the final betting round I also had to surrender my bra. I looked to Devin as I unclasped and lowered my lacy red lingerie bra. I watched his eyes slide down my body and saw the edges of his lips turn up in a smile. His wife, Adrea, nodded approvingly, studying my body just as intently.

Both men revealed their cards, and my husband lost again.

I swallowed, breathing out slowly.

My husband folded early on the next game. After that, Devin became even more aggressive with bets and raises. Morgan had no choice but to ask me to surrender my panties.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I held my breath as I slowly pulled my panties down, then stepped out of them. I stood, completely naked, and handed my last garment to the dealer. She gave my husband $1000 in various chips. Devin and Adrea studied my thin, well-trimmed bush, then looked me up and down. My skin flush, but the thrill of being so openly inspected sent my heart racing.

The face-down cards were revealed, and my husband lost, but only just. Both men had three of a kind, but Devin had three kings against Morgan’s jacks.

I was now completely naked, and Adrea still had her panties. But more than that, Devin had taken the entire pot, again. Morgan still had $600 in chips, but our opponent had four times that amount.

Morgan folded immediately on the next game, but on the game after that, the dealer dealt him two face-up aces. Nice.

The betting rounds progressed, and my husband got one more face-up ace! Three aces was excellent, and if he had a forth face-down, then only a straight flush could beat him. He checked his last face-down card, but I couldn’t see what it was.

Devin went all in, but my husband had nothing left to bet.

Nothing but me.

My husband looked at his cards again, then looked to me. I could simply shake my head and the game would be over. But I was as committed to this as he was. I drew a deep breath, conscious of my breasts rising as I did. Then I gave a single quick nod.

“I wager my wife as the prize,” Morgan said to Devin. “If you win, you may claim her for tonight and the weekend.”

Devin nodded. “Very well.”

There was no cash value for my body — there could be no bet greater. If my husband won, he would claim the pot and the game would continue. Devin would have to wager Adrea’s panties, and then very likely her body as well.

But if Devin won this game, the match would be over. I would be his immediately, and he would claim me for tonight through Monday morning. From the look in her eye and the smirk on her face, I knew Adrea planned to enjoy me just as much as her husband.

My own husband revealed his cards first. He didn’t have four of a kind, but he did have a full house, aces over kings. The only thing that could beat that was four of a kind or a straight flush. I smiled, knowing how small of a chance there was.

But my smile faded as Devin turned over his face-down cards one by one.

After revealing the last card, Morgan and I were staring at a five, four, three, two, and an ace, all of diamonds. A straight flush!

Morgan breathed out, sinking into his chair.

“Fuck,” he said. He looked at Devin’s nearly naked wife, shaking his head and humming longingly. “I thought for sure you were bluffing.”

“Congratulations,” the dealer said to Devin. “You may now claim your prize.”

Devin stood, straightening out the sports jacket he wore over his black T-shirt. Then he looked at me and made the ‘come hither’ gesture. My heart racing, I stepped past my seated husband and walked to the other side of the table.

One other rule of the game was that the losing husband had to watch while the winner laid claim to his wife. Once I was so claimed, he would take me home for the weekend — to service him and his wife as their willing sex-toy. My husband wouldn’t see me again until Monday, and by then I would be very thoroughly used.

Devin unbuckled his belt, prompting me to get onto my knees in front of him. I pulled down his jeans, then pulled down his underwear, revealing an impressive cock that was already semi-hard. I drew a sharp breath, studying his shape and length, and his balls hanging low in their sack.

After giving the tip of his cock a first tentative lick, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. I breathed in, tasting and smelling his earthy musk, and I looked up to meet his eyes as I bobbed my head back and forth.

His dark eyes met mine, and Adrea helped him out of his sports coat. He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a trim physique cultivated through regular workouts. He smiled, running his hand through my wavy brown hair. His hips began rocking in response, thrusting slow and gentle as I worked my lips and tongue over his shaft.

I didn’t look to my husband, but I knew he was watching as I sucked the other man’s cock. Of course, Adrea was still standing there in just her panties, so Morgan could easily have been looking at her. She was rubbing herself between her legs as she watched, then slipped her fingers into her panties.

Before long, Devin was rock-hard. The tip of his cock brushed the roof of my mouth and nearly bumped the back of my throat. I began rubbing my pussy as I sucked him, working my fingers over my clit and slit, a warming heat growing inside me.

“Get up,” he ordered, pulling back from me. I stood, obeying him just as I would for the next few days and nights. “Put your ass on the table,” he said, patting the table.

I did so, with Adrea helping me up. The table was sturdy enough for exactly this sort of thing. We were in a sex club, after all. The dealer had already removed the cards and chips, and watched us with a pleasant smile as she packed the poker game away.

I spread my legs wider, leaning back on my elbows and bracing my feet to either side. Morgan was still seated at the table, just behind me, but I couldn’t see him from my position. I met Devin’s eyes as he stepped closer, placing the tip of his engorged cock against the folds of my labia. Then he took hold of my hips and pushed in.

A gasp escaped my lips, and pleasure began building as Devin pumped his cock in and out. He moved in a slow, deliberate motion, forceful and deep with every thrust. Adrea rubbed her pussy through her panties as she watched her husband’s cock plunge in and out of my pussy.

I trembled, the pleasure growing, and my steady breathing became a pant. Heat rose, first at the union of our groins, then spreading in pulsing waves through my trembling body.

Devin fucked me like that for the next five minutes or so, his hard cock sliding in and out, neither too fast nor too slow. The simmering pleasure kept me in a constant state of sexual bliss, hovering on the edge of climax but never quite reaching the peak.

Then he pulled out and nodded. “Turn around and bend over the table. Face your husband as I fuck a load into your hot, wet cunt.”

I was panting and trembling, so Adrea helped me off the table. I turned around and bent over the table, looking to Morgan as I spread my legs for Devin. My husband was breathing heavily, licking his lips as he watched me… As he watched Devin step up behind me. His cockhead brushed my labia, and he grabbed hold of my hips before ramming his seven-inch shaft deep into my lusting sex.

I gasped in pleasure as his cock filled the entirety of my being. He pulled back, then began pumping harder and faster than before. This was it, I realized. He was fucking me to finish and claim me as his prize!

“Tell your husband how much you like my husband’s cock,” Adrea said, her hands rubbing her breasts as she spoke. “Tell him how glad you are that he lost and how much you’ll enjoy being taken by a real man.”

I met my husband’s eyes, my body jouncing with every thrust of Devin’s rigid cock. Morgan swallowed, looking back at me, watching as another man fucked my pussy hard and steady. He could have won just as easily, and Adrea would be the one on the table getting her pussy pounded.

But I was glad that he had lost. Another man had won my body. I was being taken by him… claimed by him… right in front of my husband’s eyes!

My body quivered, and the blazing fire within me roared with carnal pleasure.

“Oh, God!” I cried as Devin fucked me even harder. “His cock is so fucking big…” I gasped, the pleasure surging through me in crashing waves. “Uh! Oh! Fuck! I’m so glad you lost… Uhh… Now I can be fucked by a real man… tonight and… uh… all weekend long…”

Morgan licked his lips and swallowed again. I could tell he was excited, too. I knew he was aroused. I reached across the table and he took my hands in his. I squeezed his hands and he squeezed back, a smile forming on his face.

Behind me, Devin began huffing, pumping his cock even harder. My muscles clenched and I gripped my husband’s hands tighter, trembling at the pulsing pleasure.

“Uh! Uh! Huhh!” Devin grunted, slamming his cock hard and deep. I felt him throbbing inside me, and a warm wetness filled me as he released. “Ghhhaaah!”

He continued thrusting, pumping his cock in and out, his spunk slurping and oozing from my hole.

I gasped and shook, then cried out as my orgasm exploded in a burst of body-clenching pleasure, rippling from my head to my toes. “Ahhhh!”

Time seemed not to pass, spinning at the dizzying peak of my whole-body orgasm. I gradually came down, shaking and panting, aware only of my husband holding my hands and the cock still held deep inside me.

Devin withdrew his cock and stepped back. I breathed out and opened my eyes, looking to my husband and smiling wide. He let go of my hands, then sank back into his chair.

Devin had claimed me. I was his now. At least, for the weekend.

I stood, but my legs wobbled. Thankfully, Adrea was there to catch me. She smiled and looked me over. That her hand was gripping my breasts was no accident.

“Devin and Adrea will now take your wife home with them,” the dealer said to Morgan. “They will return her sometime Monday morning.”

“She won’t be needing her clothes,” Adrea said, her hand running up and down my body. “We’ll be taking our fuck-toy home with us just as she is now.”

“And she certainly won’t be needing any clothes over the weekend,” Devin added. “Clothes will just get in our way.”

Semen trickled down my inner thigh, proof of Devin’s claim on me. I removed my wedding ring and set it on the table.

“Take this, too,” I said, pointing to the ring. “I’m Devin’s now, until Monday. You can give it back to me once he and his wife are done with me.”

Morgan hesitated, then took the ring. He looked at me, his expression a mix of uncertainty and concern. I gave him a quick, reassuring smile — the kind of smile that was meant to say this was all part of the game. He quirked a smile back and nodded.

With my ring and clothes gathered up, Morgan headed out the door and left the club. Devin and Adrea dressed, then took me to the club’s little bar where we sat for half an hour or so just relaxing. I was naked, of course, and Devin’s cum was still leaking out of me. It was lewd and obscene, and wildly erotic. I quivered in anticipation of what the weekend would bring.

When we left, they made me walk in front of them to their car. I sat in the front passenger seat on the ride to their house, naked and exposed for anyone to see.

The weekend was everything I had hoped it would be. Everything and more.

My husband had wagered my body in a strip poker game and lost.

And it wouldn’t be the last time, either!

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