Sitting In At Blackjack (In Color)

For my Hubby to share me was wise
When I look into my lovers’ eyes,
The affection is there
And I’m eager to share,
I love giving it up to these guys!

In our fantasies we’d never dreamed
That Hubby would see me tag-teamed,
One man waits, one at rest,
One man gives me his best,
Hubby asks, “Is it good?” “YES!” I screamed.

What a sight for my Hubby to see!
Now he’s watching his friends gangbang me,
As I’m writhing about
While they fuck my brains out,
I’m the vixen we want me to be!

I had thought my fears might leave me numb
But my heart’s pounding just like a drum,
As, taken with passion
In such tender fashion,
Oh, my goodness! I'm starting to cum!

I moaned, “I’m gonna cum,” to the men,
My abs started convulsing and then,
My sweet guys heard my plea,
“Please, don’t stop fucking me!”
I came over and over again!

In a scene so intense and so wild,
By my passion completely beguiled,
With men all over me
For my Hubby to see,
Love and fantasy are reconciled.

Now my strip blackjack forfeit has me
In the throes of this debauchery,
I’m a hotwife first-class
With a cock up my ass,
Who is (s)wallowing in ecstasy.

As we climax my Hubby can see
All three guys as they cum inside me,
Now my pussy drips cum
And I just swallowed some,
While I’m taking this load anally.

While my ass fills with cum for dessert,
Hubby strokes his cock, making it spurt,
As my Hubby comes, too,
I say, “This one’s for you!”
And I rub one out so hard I squirt!

Now my debt for strip blackjack is paid
And to rest my lost virtue is laid,
So my husband could see
His three friends gangbang me,
It’s the best game that I’ve ever played!

Oh, my husband loved watching me screw
And, I must admit, I loved it, too,
For our next fantasy
I will have a DP,
And you’re welcome to watch when I do!

It’s now time that we call it a night,
I need rest, so they turn out the light,
It was hot, it was sweet
As I gave them a treat,
From striptease to erotic delight.

When I arise I’ll have a shower
But first, I’ll just sleep for an hour,
And dream of making love
To three men dreaming of,
A virtuous wife to deflower.

I'll get up now and take a hot shower
Then walk home in the nude and not cower,
I’ve been talking the talk
I’ll be walking the walk,
I just hope no one’s out at this hour!

THE WALK OF FAME

Having lost all my clothes and been screwed
I must now walk back home in the nude,
I was lucky to choose
Not to wager my shoes,
Though they won’t be much help if I’m viewed.

At the door they all kiss me good night
Then I step outside, trembling with fright,
But I say, “It’s not far,
Follow me in the car.”
And I walk, to my Hubby’s delight.

I’m exposed, yet aroused by my plight
And turn back at the edge of the light,
Where I give my three guys
One last look at their prize,
Before walking off nude in the night.

The guys all protested, dumbfounded,
They feared I’d be caught and impounded,
But my Hubby said, “No,”
“We must just let her go,”
Their fears, which I shared, were unfounded.

Our neighborhood’s gated and quiet
The walking path’s dark, so I’ll try it,
If I meet anyone
I’ll say, “It’s all in fun,
I just lost a bet,” why deny it?

I walk home down the path near the street
Nude, except for high heels on my feet,
To myself I say, “Wow!
If they could see me now!
I’m indecent, but not indiscreet!”

They now call it my “Walk of Fame”
And it almost eclipsed the card game,
As, bathed in the starlight
I walked home in delight,
Freed from all inhibitions and shame.

The memories the five of us share
Of that evening are beyond compare,
When my loss set us free
To live our fantasy,
We gained more than we ventured to dare.

But tonight’s not the end of the fun
There’s a bet for next time that they’ve won,
That I’ll serve in the nude
And by all three be screwed,
My adventures have only begun!

And, the double or nothing I bet
Says that also I now have to let
Them keep my lingerie
And pose nude for display,
Of a trophy that I don’t regret!

THE PORTRAIT

In the card game room in celebration
Of a new vixen’s sweet defloration,
As a trophy display
With my lost lingerie,
Hangs my portrait in commemoration.

My lost bets on that night did include
The requirement that I should pose nude,
I posed where I was laid
And the picture they made,
Shows the conquest of my pulchritude.

And so, I signed the portrait of me,
Signed, “With love to my conquerors three...”,
In proof of the story
Of my night of glory,
Of lost virtue and found ecstasy.

TEASER:

I just wanted some innocent fun
So I said I’d play ‘strip twenty-one’,
Now I’m losing my shirt
Not to mention my skirt,
And I might have to screw everyone!

EPILOGUE:

If we shadows have left you offended,
Think but this, and for you all is mended,
That you but slumber here
While these visions appear,
That, on waking, are uncomprehended.
(Apologies to William Shakespeare)