Weekly Card Game

       We get together every Wednesday night .  The usual number is 5 or 6 of us.  We’ve been playing for years, some of us ever since college.  Some have come along more recently.  Even though we’re all in our mid 30’s now, all married, and a few with kids, it’s continued to be a regular get together to blow off some steam, drink a few beers, and break up the routine of the work week.  Occasionally the wives get together at the same time and chat, and gossip, and do what wives do when they get together.

       Well, this past week most of the guys couldn’t make the game.  It was my turn to host so I had assumed that the game was off and sent out a cancellation email just to be thorough.  Dave responded back that he’d like to play 5 card draw with me, if I was “up to it“.  We’d gone to college together and have a friendly rivalry going, so we play one on one whenever we can.  So naturally, I agreed.  He responded back that Heather would come over and keep Sharon company while we played.  Hmmm, not sure that’s a good idea, but I couldn’t say no.

       My wife Sharon and Dave’s wife Heather don’t really get along.  Probably has something to do with the fact that both Dave and I dated Heather in college (he won of course, and married her right out of college) and I didn’t meet Sharon until many years later.  That and the fact that Heather is a babe doesn’t help either.  My wife is a babe too, at least I think so, and most of the card players probably agree.  But you just can’t figure out females completely, so I don’t waste much time on it. 

       Heather is a brunette, about 5’6” with a very nice shape, 34 years old.  Full breasts, 36 D’s I’d guess, a thin waste, and a nice full firm bottom.  Sharon is a slightly more petite girl, long blonde hair, with 34 B’s, and also a fantastic ass.  She’s 33 years old.  Since I’m basically an ass man (or so the causal observer would assume by how often Sharon calls me an ass), I don’t care that her breasts are on the small side.  But it seems to bother her.  Come to think of it, that might be another reason she doesn’t like Heather.

       I’ve often been jealous of Dave and Heather and their seemingly perfect marriage.  They often still act like newly weds with her jumping on his lap and the general cavorting that lovers do.  Long looks into each others eyes, holding hands in public.  It’s obvious they are very much in love.  Sharon and I had been that way in the beginning, but after a few years of marriage we are like most couples.  I like to think of it as; secure enough in our love for each other that we don’t have to advertise it to the world.  Either that, or we’re just bored. 

       Anyway, the primary quality I’ve noticed that Heather has is a very respectful attitude towards Dave.  That’s what really makes me jealous.  And Dave has alluded more than once to the great sex they have on a regular basis.  Sharon can be a bit, shall we say, fiery in temper and straight laced in sexual appetite.  I’m afraid Sharon is just your basic missionary style girl.  Oral sex, one of my favorites prior to marriage, forget-about-it!  Of course, there is more to a successful marriage than good oral sex.  Right? 

       So Dave and Heather came over at the usual time for our evening card game.  While Dave and I began to play cards, it wasn’t 15 minutes before an agitated argument erupted from the girls in the adjacent living room.  Dave and I looked at each other and shook our heads.  Putting down our cards we went in to the other room to find them yelling in each others faces.  I grabbed Sharon and pulled her back, kicking and screaming, while Dave gave Heather a look that shut her up immediately. 

       “This bitch comes over here wearing a tight sweater just to show off her tits.  I’m sick of it!”  Sharon wails. 

       “It’s not my fault all your fat went to your ass blondie”, was Heathers take on things.

       The solution seemed to be to separate them so I asked Sharon to go downstairs to our finished basement for the rest of the evening if she couldn’t get along with our guest.  She stomped off.  Heather sat down to watch the Lifetime Channel (I assume another movie about a guy being unfaithful to his wife), and Dave and I went back to playing cards at the kitchen table. 

       Knowing Sharon as I do, I wasn’t surprised when 10 minutes later she stomped back up the stairs and went back into the living room.  Bickering started again.  Dave and I looked at each other, and I just rolled my eyes.  Then he said,

       “I think I can help you out with teaching Sharon some manners.  I know she hen pecks you a bit, and I think I might have a solution.  Would you like to give my idea a chance.” 

       Not knowing what his idea was exactly, but feeling a little awkward given the way Sharon was acting, I said, “Sure”.

       Dave winked and said; “Then just go with the flow buddy.”         He got up and went into the living room.  I followed. 

       As we entered the living room Dave immediately grabbed Heather by the arm and pulled her aside.  The speed and quickness of the move silenced both women.  Then Dave said the rather shocking words; “Do I have to turn you over my knee right now young lady and spank that ass of yours.  You weren‘t due until Saturday.”  Heather turned red. 

       I was initially speechless, but quickly rationalized that it was just one of those rhetorical questions……….. 

       Sharon said, “She deserves a sound spanking Dave!  Give her 10 swats for me when you get started.”

       “And you Sharon, should have a belt used on your ass for the way you’ve been acting tonight.  But you’d no doubt be blubbering like a baby after the first stroke.”  With those words of Dave’s, Heather gave Sharon a look of disdain, with a slight smile, that came across as an obvious dare.

       “I can do anything Heather can do and then some.”  Sharon responded with her own challenging tone.  “That simpering bitch can’t beat me at anything.  My dad used to spank my ass when I was little, so I know I can take it.” 

       Standing there with my mouth hung open I must have looked rather comical.  My wife used to have her ass beat as a child by her father Jim?  He seems like such a nice old guy.  I wonder how old she was the last time her dad turned her sweet ass over his knee and reddened it.  Sixteen?  Seventeen?  Dave spanks Heathers, nice, firm ass, on a regular basis?  She was due this Saturday?!!!

       “I’ll tell you what Dave,”  Sharon continued.  “I’ll go over Marks knee and he can spank me, while you spank Heather over your knee.  We’ll see who can “take it” then.”  She seemed pretty sure of herself. 

       Dave thought for a minute before responding.  “No, I don’t think so.  Your husband obviously has never spanked you before, given the way you act, so he probably doesn’t know how to do it.  And he probably won’t feel like spanking you as hard as you deserve anyway since you’re his wife.  I recommend that I spank you Sharon, and Mark can spank Heather.  That way each man will feel free to spank as hard as they deem necessary.”

       “I thought we were here to play cards?”  I mumbled.  A bit lame I suppose, and the thought of having Heathers beautiful ass across my knee did make my cock momentarily twitch, but I was trying to be the common sense guy here.

       “OK,” Dave said, “We’ll work this spanking game into our card game.  We’ll play five card draw as usual.  We will each ante in one chip to start each pot.  Max bid will be 5 chips per hand, per each player.  Each chip will be worth 2 spanks.”  My quizzical look made him continue.  “Whoever wins the pot gets to give the appropriate number of spanks to the spankee.  If there are 6 chips, then 12 swats.  What do you say Sharon?”

       That didn’t make sense to me.  If I had been Sharon I would have thought that was no way to have a spank-off.  One girl could end up with a hell of lot more spanks than the other girl just due to the random fate of the cards.  But Sharon wasn’t using her common sense, and she must have felt it was too late to back down now.  But her voice sounded a little less than confident when she said,  “You’re on Dave.”

       We rearranged the living room for the contest.  We have a couch on one side of our small living room and a love seat on the other side.  I sat down on the love seat, Dave sat down on the couch.  We have a small end table that we put in the middle of the room, between the couch and love seat.  It was cleaned off to allow Dave and I to continue our card playing.  Heather came back to the living room with the cards and Dave immediately told her to get ready and get over my lap. 

       With her face red again, she put the cards on the end table, then stood beside me.  She took her sandals off, then undid her tight shorts.  She then pulled them down her smooth legs and kicked them off.  I was sitting all the way back on the love seat when she said, “you need to move forward so you legs are out from the seat.”  I did, and she then draped herself across my lap with her luscious ass by my right hand.  Her short sweater pulled up her back a bit showing off her slim waste.  Her tits were dangling down beside my left leg. 

       Sharon had been milling about in the middle of the room while this was going on, and watching Heather intensely.  When she saw me admiring Heathers body over my lap, she gave me a scornful look.  I looked back with the “Hey, this wasn’t my idea” scowl on my face.  Dave slapped his lap and gave a stern look to Sharon, “Let the games begin.”  She kick off her shoes and went over to Dave’s right side.  She was wearing a short, light sundress so she didn’t take that off.  Since she was hesitating Dave grabbed her left elbow and quickly pulled her down across his right knee.  She grunted a bit but remained in position.  He then flipped the hem of he dress up to expose her best feature, that lovely pantied ass.   She looked ready to say something when he did that, but knowing that Heather was down to her panties must have stopped her from saying anything. 

       “OK, I believe it’s your deal”, Dave’s words kind of woke me from my admiring Heather draped over my lap.  We both put 1 chip into the pot. I dealt the first hand.  Nothing good for me, a king and a jack and junk.  Dave put in another chip.  I matched it.  I drew three cards, he drew two cards.  Nothing for me.  Dave put in another chip, and even though I had nothing, thought I should play along.  I matched his chip rather than fold.  “Three fours,” he said. 

       “Got me beat I’m afraid.”  I tossed my cards down on the table. 

       “So that’s 6 chips, that makes 12 swats.  Sounds like a good warm-up.”  Dave had a smile on his face.

       Without any undo ceremony he raised his right hand and delivered the first blow to Sharon’s left cheek.  “SSPPPPPPPAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT.”  Sharon jumped and a quick groan escaped her lips.  I was surprised by the power of the swat.  It made her whole ass giggle.  Within 10 seconds he raised his hand again.

       

       “SSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT”  Another booming blow but this time to the right cheek.  Sharon gasped again, but looked determined.

       Dave continued with a staccato beat, not quite as hard as the first two, much to Sharon‘s relief I suppose.  One cheek, then the next.  SPPLLLAT,……..SPPLLLAT,…….SPPLLLAT,……..SPPLLLATTTT……..

       Halfway there and already it looked like Sharon had had enough.  Her blonde hair hanging down the left side of her face, I could see the right side clearly, and a couple tears were falling from her eye.  From her mouth came a serious of groans that were in perfect time with the swats.  I was getting a very hard, hard-on watching my pretty wife’s ass being spanked, and felt momentarily guilty.  It didn’t help matters that Heather seemed to be enjoying the show also and was wiggling ever so slowly back and forth on my lap making me even harder.  I’m sure she could tell I was turned on by this, given her position.   I suddenly realized that I had been unconsciously rubbing Heathers ass while watching Dave spank Sharon.  Heather didn’t seem to mind, so I didn’t stop.

       I also noted that Sharon’s ass seemed to be way up in the air compared to way I had Heather across my lap.  Dave had Sharon over his right knee, which was straight up and vertical.  But his left leg was stretched out in front of him so that Sharon’s upper body was close to the floor with her elbows and head almost touching the floor.  Her breasts resting on his left leg.  This positioned her ass in the perfect location for administering punishment.  I lowered my left leg down as far as I comfortably could and Heather’s elbows and head went down almost to the floor.  Her glorious ass was pointed right at my face.  In her new position her legs splayed wider than before and I could see the lovely contours of her pussy through her panties (something I never saw in college) .  I continued rubbing her ass cheeks while Dave continued on my wife’s ass.

“SPLLAAT”, Ahhh……SPPLLAT,  Uhhhh…….SPLLAAATTT,  Ahhhh………SPPPLLLAAATTT,  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” 

       The giggling of Sharon’s ass after each swat was a sight to behold.  She has a very firm ass and I was surprised it could move like that.  Watching Dave’s technique I realized that he was using a strong follow-through with his upward strokes.  It wasn’t just a sudden stopping of his hand on her now very reddening ass, but he would start relatively low with the stroke and follow through and end up above her ass. 

“SPLLLAT,  UUHhhhhhhh…..SPLATTTTTTTTT, AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.”

       “Twelve, my deal”  Dave leaned over Sharon’s back and picked up the cards off the end table and began to shuffle.  Sharon’s summer dress was now hanging down around her breasts leaving her tiny waist and lower back completely naked.  A very erotic sight, especially in her current position with her lovely ass in the air.  She was sniffling a little and wiped some tears from her eyes, but looked reasonably well considering the first 12 swats had been rather firm.  She can be a very determined girl.

       We anteed up.  The first 5 cards gave me a pair of 10’s.  I bet one coin, Dave matched it.  We both got 3 cards.  I picked up a pair of 3’s, so I was feeling pretty good.  I bet 2 chips, Dave matched it.  He lay down his hand, a pair of kings.  I won. 

       Dave did the calculation for me because I was too busy looking at Heathers ass.  “That’s 8 chips, so 16 swats.” 

       Looking over at Dave, he gave me a nod.  Sharon looked over also, from her upside down position, with a look of relief on her face and also a slight look of triumph.  No doubt looking forward to Heather getting a few swats of her own.

       I raised my right hand and tried to duplicate Dave’s up swinging motion into Heather ass.  I aimed for her left ass cheek.  “SMACK.”  No sound from Heather, she didn’t even move.  Right cheek then.  “SMACK”  Still no sound from Heather.  And it was obvious from the sound of my hand hitting her ass that I wasn’t applying the same amount of force that Dave had applied to Sharon’s ass.

       “God Dammit, hit that bitches ass harder!”  Sharon blurted out.  Dave’s reaction was almost instantaneous, “SPLLAAATTTTTTT,  AAAHhhhhhhhhhhh”    “No commenting from the spankee gallery,” he said.  Sharon whimpered and put her head back down.

       I got back to work.  OK, lets go for a bit more umph, I thought. 

       “SMMAAAACCCCKKKKKKK,   OOOhhhhh….”  Good.  Some progress.  I alternated much as Dave had done;  left cheek, right cheek.

“SMACK,  AAHHhhhhhh……..SMACK,   Ummmm…….., SMACK,  Aahhhhhh………SMACK, mmmmmm,  SMACK, AHHHhhhhhhhhh.”

       Heather was taking this much easier than Sharon had.  I’m sure it was due to two reasons; one, I wasn’t nearly as efficient at Dave at this, and two, I’m sure she’d spent considerably time over his lap so she was used to this sort of thing.  I stopped at eight swats to admire my work, and noticed that her ass cheeks were getting a little red.  As I was rubbing the small of her back and getting ready to begin again, she began rocking back and forth on my hard-on.  And then it occurred to me that there was a third reason she was taking this well, she liked it.  I wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady with a nice ass.

“SMAAACCKKK,  Aahhhhhh…………SMMMACCKK,  Ummmmmmph……SMMAaakk, Ohhhhh………….SMACCCKKK,  Ummmm……..SMMAACKK, Ahhhhh……….SMAACCKKK,  Ahhhhhhhhh………”

       All too quickly I realized that I was down to my last two swats for this turn, and Heather was certainly weathering my swats better than Sharon had done with fewer from Dave.  Then I had a thought. Shifting her just a little bit forward so that she was resting firmly with her elbows on the floor.  I aimed for where the back of her left leg met her left ass cheek.

“SSSMMMCCKK, OOOOWWhhhhhhhhh………..”   Heather bucked a bit on that one.  Excellent.  I looked up and Dave nodded his approval.  I rubbed Heathers ass right below the right ass cheek so she would know that was the target for the last swat, and I was rewarded with a low moan.  Apparently I was having some effect.

“SSSSMMAAACCKK, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhh…….”  Another good reaction, and I resolved to work that spot some more on my next turn.

       Leaning over Heathers lovely ass, I picked up the cards off the table and shuffled.  Dave and I put our ante in the pot.  I looked over at Sharon and her head was still down, her ass was still up.  Dave was nonchalantly rubbing the back of her left leg with his right hand as I dealt the cards. 

       I dealt myself a crappy hand.  Nothing useful but a Jack.  Dave bet 2 coins, and I matched him. I kept the Jack and a ten and picked 3 cards.  Nothing.  If Dave had a simple pair he was going to win this hand.  He bet 2 coins, which would put the pot up the max 5 coins for each of us, and slightly hesitating, I matched him rather than fold.  He won of course, with a pair of five’s.  Sharon’s head slumped even further.

       “That’s ten coins in the pot, meaning 20 swats,” Dave said with a smile on his face.  He began at once administering his reward.  Starting again with two boomers, with Sharon having a look of dread on her face.

“SPPPPPLLLAAATTTT, AAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhh…………SPPLLAATTTTT, OOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh.”  Tears sprang almost immediately to Sharon’s eyes.  Dave got into his well practiced rhythm.

“SPPPLLAAATTT, Uhhhhhh……….SPPPLLAAATT, AAHhhhhhhh………., SPPPAAATTT, OOOHHhhhhhhhhh………SPPLLLAAATTT, Aaaaaaahhhhhhh……..SPLLLAAATT, Uuuuhhhhhhhh…….SPPPLLAAATTT, Uuuummmmmpppppp”

       At eight strokes Sharon began to sob slightly and tears were rolling freely down her face.  Her ass was a fiery red.  She reached back with her right hand to try and protect her ass, but to little use.  Dave immediately grabbed her hand with his left hand and twisted it up her back so that her upper body was forced even lower and raised her ass even higher.  He quickly gave her two more extra powerful swats in this position, I presume for her daring to put her hand back to protect herself. 

“SPPPLLLLLAAATTTTT, AAAAAHHHHHHHH………., SPPPLLLLAAAAAAAATTT, OOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh”  Dave stopped to admire his work.  He look up at me and winked.  Sharon was sobbing, her ass on fire.

       “Don’t reach back to block my hand with your hand Sharon.  The only result will be extra force on you ass.  You’re halfway through this round so keep your chin up.”  Ironic turn of phrase I thought, since her chin was currently on the floor.  “No more, my ass is on fire,” she pleaded.  “Mark and I aren’t done with our card game yet dear.  It’s only 8:40 and you know we play until 9:00.”  Sharon sobbed, and looked defeated.  Dave winked again at me.  “Of course we could make a deal.  I’ll trade you 4 swats for that pretty sun dress of yours and 2 for your bra.  Sharon jumped at the chance, and without ceremony, quickly pulled her sundress over her head and pulled her bra off.  Now she was draped over Dave’s knee in only her panties, with her red ass sticking up in the air, but otherwise completely naked.  I could see her nipples were pert on her little tits.  

       While I was watching my wife strip herself to avoid some punishment, my right hand had again been busy rubbing Heathers ass.  And she had been busy rocking back and forth on my crotch.  While running from one cheek to the next, somewhere along the line I had stopped half way and began rubbing the slit between her ass cheeks.  From her rosebud to her clit I was stroking her firmly with the index and middle fingers of my right hand.  Her reaction was fantastic.  She had spread her legs a little further and was cooing softly while rocking back and forth.  Her pussy was soaked, and my fingers were wet, even through her panties.

       Dave returned to his work on Sharon’s ass.  “SPLAT, Uhhhhhh……….SPLAT, AAHhhhhhhh………., SPALT, OOOHHhhhhhhhhh………SPLAT, Aaaaaaahhhhhhh……..”  She was sobbing softly, and tears were rolling, but she had made it through that turn.   Dave looked up and saw me rubbing Heathers crack, but only smiled.  She was obviously enjoying herself.  He had made no attempt to rub Sharon’s pussy and I could only assume that he was in punishment mode, and not erotic mode.  Too bad for Sharon.  This was her idea after all.

       Dave picked up the cards and started shuffling the deck.  “You had better hope your husband has a run of luck or your ass might not make it to 9:00.”  Sharon whimpered.  Dave dealt me a pair of queens, I put 2 chips in the pot.  He took 3 cards, as did I.  I luckily pulled up another queen and bet 2 more chips.  He matched the bet, but only had a pair of eight’s.  I won, Heather was still rocking on my lap.  “That’s 20 for my wife’s ass,” Dave noted.  Sharon was still quietly sobbing, but it somehow sounded like a slightly relieved sob at the moment knowing she‘d won a minor reprieve.

       Having enjoyed seeing my wife strip over Dave’s knee to avoid some strokes, and having always wanted to see Heathers firm 36 D’s (even though I’m an ass man, I still like nice tits), I made the following offer;  “Heather you can trade 6 strokes off your total if you loose the sweater and 4 for the bra.”  She responded in a quite casual manner, “No thank you.”  Dave laughed.  Obviously, I wasn’t considered much of a threat at this spanking game.  Even Sharon glared over at me on that one.  Her ass was on fire, she was almost completely naked and sobbing, and I couldn’t even get Heather to trade her sweater for 6 swats.  But she kept her mouth shut this time.

       OK, I now knew the prime spot on Heathers sweet ass and I was determined to start making a real impression.  Rubbing the spot between the left ass cheek and the back of her leg as a prelude made Heather emit a low groan of anticipation.  No doubt remembering the last two swats applied to that area.  My goal was to work, left, then right, then left, etc.

“SSSMMMMAAACCCKKKK,  SHHHIIIIITTTTT…………, SSMMMMMMMACCCCKKK,  OOOOhhhhhhhhh………………”  Two firm ones to start seem to have gotten her attention judging by the sounds she was making and the jerks her body was making.  Even though the sound of my swats weren’t as loud as Dave’s practiced hand, the location seemed to make them effective. 

“SSMMAACCKK, UUUhhhhh………., SMAACCKK, OOOHHHHH………..,

SMMAACCKK, EEEEEEEEEHhhhhhh……….., SMACCKK, AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh,

SSMMAAAACCKKKK, UUUUHHHHhhh…….., SMAACCK, OOOhhhhhhhhhhhh,

SMAACKKK, OOUuucchhhh…………, SMAACCCKKK, UUUUUUUUUhhh.”

       Stopping to admire the reddening of the base of her ass cheeks after the tenth swat, I thought I heard a little sniffle from Heather.  Bending forward a bit so I could see the right side of her face and noticed a tear falling down her cheek.  Excellent.  I’m getting better.  I had almost forgotten about Dave with Sharon draped across his lap while I had been intently working Heather’s ass.  I looked up to see his reaction and he gave me an approving nod.  . 

       “OK.  I’ll trade you the sweater for 6 strokes,” Heather spoke up suddenly.  Thinking for a moment, I responded.  “The deal has changed.  Now it’s 4 strokes for both the sweater and bra.  Take it or leave it.”  She looked quickly over at Dave, but he made no response.  “OK.  I’ll take it.”  She squirmed around a bit on my lap taking off her sweater and then her bra.  Finally her full, firm tits were out in the open and hanging down over the side of my leg.   Her slim waste and beautiful back on display. Time for the last 6 swats.  Same location (why change a successful technique), left, then right, etc.

“SSMMAACCKK, UUUhhhhh………., SMAACCKK, OOOHHHHH………..,

SMMAACCKK, EEEEEEEEEHhhhhhh……….., SMACCKK, AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh,

SSMMAAAACCKKKK, UUUUHHHHhhh…….., SMAACCK, OOOhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

       By the last stroke Heather was breathing rather hard, and I almost thought I heard a sob.  Not nearly as much as Sharon on her last go around, but I was making progress. 

       My deal.  Leaning over Heather’s naked back I picked up the cards, shuffled and dealt.  I got a ten and nine as high cards.  Not a good start.  Dave bet 2 coins, I matched him.  He asked for 3 cards, and that’s what I took.  He bet 2 more coins, and Sharon groaned.  I had a pair of tens and was looking forward to 20 more swats on Heather’s ass.  But it was not to be.  Dave won with a pair of jacks.  “That’s 20 for Sharon,” he said after winning.  She moaned again.  Although she had stopped sobbing awhile ago, she obviously wasn’t looking forward to another round of 20.  Dave ever so slightly rocked Sharon forward so that her elbows were firmly planted on the ground, then he began.

“SSSPPPPPLLLLLAAAAATTT, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…………….., SSSPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLAAAAATTTT, OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh.”

       Two boomers, right to the base of Sharon’s ass cheeks.  I guess Dave recognizes a good spot when he sees it.  Tears had already sprung from Sharon’s eyes.  Dave went back to his usual, slightly less hard rhythm.

“SSPPLLAATTT, UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH…….., SSPPLAATTT, AAAAHHHHHhhhh………….SPLAATTTT, OOOOOOOHHhhhhhhhhhhh……….., SPLATTTT, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh…………..” 

       Sharon was sobbing heartily now, with tears freely flowing down her face.  I was thinking I was going to have to put a stop to this game, when Dave stopped and just sat there holding Sharon firmly across his lap while she sobbed.  He winked over at me, and that made me realize he understood she was about done.  But he wasn’t quite done with her it turned out.

       “Sharon, lets make another deal,”  Dave said.  “Annyythingg, uhhh, Annythingggg, uuuhhh,” came the blubbered response.  “Mark tells me you don’t let him use your ass for penetration.”  My mouth must have dropped open again and for the life of me I couldn’t remember ever telling Dave that.  He probably just made an educated guess, highly accurate as it turns out.  Hell, I can‘t even get a decent blow job out of her.  Sharon’s response was silence.  She had a stunned look on her face and momentarily sucked in her breath which stopped the sobbing sound.

       “I’ll make you the following deal.  I’ll trade you the rest of your 14 swats if you let me take your panties off and finger fuck your ass for, let‘s say, five minutes.”  Her response was quick and expected (by me at least), “Nevver, you sick bastarddd!!!”  His response was also quick.  About the same time he said “OK” he had started again, on the same lower ass cheek spots.

“SSPPPAATTTTT, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHh…………., SSSSPPPPLLLAATTTTT, UUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, OKOKOKOKOK, OK………….”   Dave stopped.  Sharon, still sobbing, “Yes, OK.  I’ll trade an ass finger fuck for the rest of the swats.”  She put her head on the floor, sobbing, defeated.  Heather made a small “hmmpp” sound.  Victory I guess.

       Dave looked over at me, waiting for a response.  I suppose he wouldn’t go through with it if I nodded no.  But I was mesmerized, and extremely turned on the idea of watching my wife’s pretty ass get fingered fucked.  The past 20 minutes of having Heather rocking on my lap, with the accompanying hard-on, and all the other stimulation probably also swayed my thinking.  Checking to make sure Sharon didn’t see me (her head was down, and she was too busy feeling the burn), I looked at Dave and nodded yes. 

       For the first time since the contest began, Dave began to gently rub Sharon’s ass.  She responded in a surprised and relieved way.  Although still sobbing, she sounded pleased to be having her ass rubbed.  To have some soothing rubs was an unexpected bonus.  “OK, let’s get these off,” Dave said as he gently pulled the panties off over her red ass and down her legs.  Sharon didn’t resist.  Dave gently pushed her legs apart so that they were widely spread now.  Again she didn’t resist.  All the fight was spanked out of her, her lovely pink pussy now staring Dave in the face. He continued rubbing her ass.  Then he spit on her ass crack, and got her rosebud wet.  Her head came up on that one, then went back down.  He began rubbing her anus with his finger in small circles.  Round and round, loosening her up.  Sharon was done sobbing, but was still breathing quickly.  Then he slowly slid his finger, up the third knuckle, into Sharon’s ass.  She gave a quick inhale but didn’t fight it. 

       Watching the last several minutes of this play out I had resumed rubbing Heathers slit and she had been enjoying that and the show immensely.  I was somewhat startled when Dave looked over and said, “Mark, you be the timer.  I get to fuck Sharon’s ass for the next 5 minutes with my finger.”  That statement made Sharon moan a bit, but she stayed put.  I looked up at the clock behind Dave and noticed it was 9:10 pm (hey, weren’t we suppose to stop at 9:00?).  I nodded to Dave and he started fucking Sharon’s ass with his index finger.

       You’d be surprised at how quickly 5 minutes can go by when you are rubbing a pretty girls pussy and watching your wife get her ass fingered fucked.  Before I knew it, the time was up.  “Times up,” I said.  Heather moaned in disappointment.  Sharon had stopped sobbing before the fingering started but had been breathing heavily through her session.  She gasped a tiny bit when Dave pulled his finger out. 

       Dave began to deal.  I momentarily thought I should mention that it was past 9:00, but then thought better of it.  I was having fun after all.  I got a pair of Kings, bet 2.  We both took 3 cards.  I got nothing else, but bet 2.  Dave matched me, so one of the girls was going to “win” an additional 20.  I looked up and Dave looked over at Heather and I.  He turned his cards around to show me that he only had a pair of eights.  Realizing that he was throwing the random chance of the cards out the door, I had to choose between spanking Heathers sweet ass (although I was enjoying rubbing her pussy) or watching Dave come up with something else to humiliate Sharon. 

       “What do you have?”  I asked out loud for Sharon‘s benefit.  Dave threw down his hand, “A pair of eights.”  Hesitating just for a moment I said, “Got me beat.”  Sharon didn’t move.  She still had her head on the floor, her firm red ass in the air, and not a stitch of clothing on.  “I guess that’s another 20 for my wife,”  I said, “unless you two make a deal.”  My cock twitched again.

       “So Sharon, do you want 20, or to make a deal?” Dave asked.  “No more spanking.  I’ll take the deal” she said.  “But you may change your mind when you hear the deal.  You have to go 10 minutes with me finger fucking your ass again, but this time you have to put Heathers panties in your mouth for the entire 10 minutes.  If you drop her panties at any time during the 10 minutes, you’ll get all 20 swats.”   Sharon whimpered, but she was done.  “I’ll take the deal” she said again.

       Now Dave had been watched me rub his wife’s pussy for the last 20 minutes or so, and could probably smell how wet she was from where he was sitting, and therefore knew how saturated her panties were from her juices.  But Sharon had been otherwise occupied so she didn‘t know she was about to get a full taste of Heather.  “Heather, take your panties off and give them to me”  he told his wife.  She stood up, showing off her gorgeous tits and firm body, wiggled out of her wet knickers, and tossed them Dave.  Smiling at me, she leaned back down and got over my lap again.  On the way down she grabbed my hard-on with her left hand for a quick squeeze and got back into position.  She spread her legs, and I went back to rubbing that lovely wet box.

       Meanwhile, Dave had given Heather’s panties a good folding so that her wet crotch fabric was on the outside of the gag.  I could see them glistening from my side.  I must say Heather’s deep musty smell is fantastic.  Her scent is more pronounced than Sharon’s, and I was wondering if Sharon was going to be able to go through with this.  As far as I knew she had no bi-curious desires, much less about tasting Heather‘s pussy.

       Dave grabbed Sharon by her long blond hair and pulled her up a bit so that she was still on her elbows, but her head was off the floor.  He held the folded up panties under her noise so she could get a good whiff of what was to come.  She shook her head back and forth quickly, but Dave held firmly to her hair.  “Open up,” he said.  She hesitated and groaned in protest.  Dave pulled back sharply on her hair.  She opened up with that and he stuffed the panties into her mouth, wet side down on her tongue.  She let out a long disgusted moaning sound, but didn’t spit it out.  She truly was done, no more spanks for her.

       Dave slipped his index finger into Sharon’s ass and began to finger fuck her again.  I was keeping time, sort of, although mostly I was rubbing Heathers pussy and wondering if it’s possible for a man’s balls to explode from too much stimulation without release. 

       “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, Sharon groaned.  And I looked up to see that Dave had slipped two fingers up her ass this time.  Index and middle finger.  She stayed in position, but kept moaning on each double fingered thrust.  She made no attempt to get away.   Dave spit more spit on Sharon’s widening asshole.  I continued to work Heathers pussy. 

       In 10 minutes or so, Sharon had grunted her way through a thorough ass finger fucking and Heather had cum twice across my lap.  When I called time, Dave pulled his two fingers from Sharon’s ass.  Grabbing her left leg he lifted it and rolled her red ass towards me so I could see her cute little rosebud.  It gapped back at me.  Dave looked over at me and winked.  I couldn’t miss his meaning; my wife’s cute ass was primed and ready for fucking.

       And if I‘m not mistaken, her pussy looked rather wet.  I guess she enjoyed that more than another 20 swats after all.  And to think, I’d never even had one finger up there.  This spanking thing raises interesting possibilities.  But deep contemplations would have to wait.  I was ready to cum and that meant I needed to get rid of our guests so that Sharon and I could be alone. 

       “We’ll have to make a regular thing out of this Dave,” I said hurriedly.  Dave laughed.  Heather purred.  Sharon moaned.  Dave took the hint and told Sharon, “Go stand in the corner with your hands on your head.  Keep the panties in your mouth.  Mark can tell you when to remove them.”  She did just that.  Got off his lap, went to the corner and put her hands on her head.  Her bright red ass staring back at the three of us.

       Heather was up and dressed in short order, minus panties of course.  She and Dave rushed off to their car.  I’m sure they were in a hurry to get home and take care of some frustration as well.  After waving goodbye to them at the front door, I turned and went back into the living room.

       Sharon started to turn around, since they’d left, but I thought I should keep this ball rolling as long as possible.  “Stay in the corner with your hands on your head.  And leave those panties in your mouth you seem to like so much,” I said sternly.  She hesitated but then turned back to the corner with a groan of protest.  I hurried to the closet, losing clothes as fast as I could take them off, and grabbed a scarf off the shelf.  Going back to Sharon in the corner I took her hands down and put them behind her back.  I tied her hands together.  She looked at me over her shoulder, but didn’t say anything and didn’t spit the panties out.

       Turning her around I took hold of the material sticking out of her mouth, “Open”,  and pulled Heathers musty wet panties out.  Before Sharon could say anything I gave her a very long deep kiss and savored the taste of Heather on her tongue.  She kissed back with gusto.

       “On your knees,” I said while pushing her down by the shoulders.  She started to say something, then dropped down and opened her mouth.  I slid in with more enthusiasm than concern for her throat.  She gagged when I hit the back of her throat and bit down in protest.  Pulling out I looked down into my lovely wife’s blue eyes and said, “You’re going to learn to give a decent blow-job if I have to spank your ass for the rest of the night.”  With a look of fear in her eyes, she opened her mouth back up and pounced on my cock. 

       “And after that we’ll have a long talk about how wet your pussy got from having your asshole finger fucked by another man.”

       Taking hold of her lovely long blond hair in my left hand and the side of her face with my right, I began to do something I’d never done to any woman, much less Sharon.  I began to give her a sound face fucking, with thrusts hitting the back of her throat.

       “Were going to have too……….Ggggrrrrrrrrrr,,,,,,,,,invite Dave and Heather………..GGGGGGGGgggggg…..over more often……..GGGggarrrrrrrrr……..they are such a……………ggggggggggrrrrrrrrr…….nice couple after……..gggggggggarrrrrrrr…….all…………GGGGGggggggg……..and don‘t worry………ggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrr………….about your gag reflex……………..GGGGGGgaggggggggg………..that will get,    get,    get  uh……….GGGGGGGggggggggggr…………better, with………GGGGgggggggrrrrrrr…….practiccccccccceeeeeeee  aaaaahhhhhhh!!”