Strip Poker - Part 2

You pick up your cards and look to see what you have. A 6 of hearts, a 6 of spades, a 3 of hearts, a 2 of clubs, and a Jack of spades.

Mike throws in his t-shirt and sips his beer. “Does anyone want to raise, or should we just do t-shirts. This round?” and looking over at Jan “how many cards for you?”.

She sets down 3 cards, “I’ll take 3” and then she sips her drink.

“A tu mi amigo?” he says looking at your husband.

“Tolka dvoika moi droog.” as he sets down 2 cards.

You look at him and sigh, “Are you going to lapse into your college Russian all night? I find it sexy sometimes during sex, but unless you are planning on having sex with Mike, why don’t you save it?”

Mike turns bright red at that. Jan looks at him, “Dear is there something you want to share with the group?”

He takes long drink of his beer, “Maybe later.” Turning to you, “How many card do you want?”

You want to save the pair of 6’s and the Jack. “Give me 2, and I definitely want to hear your story. Is there something You want to share with the group, my sexy husband?”

“Ne sechas moi krasavia jena.” He smiles as he takes a deep drink. You rest your hand on his thigh. He reaches under the table and caresses your thigh too.

You pick up your cards. A 3 of diamonds and a Jack of hearts.

“And Dealer will take 3 cards.” After a moment, “Do we have anyone who can open? A pair of Jacks or better?”

Jan reaches under the table and adds a sock to the pile. Your husband throws in a sock. “I see your sock and will raise you another sock.” You say. Mike throws in two socks, and Jan adds her second one.

“What do you have?” Jan has three Queens and a 5 and a 7, Mike has four diamonds, and a spade, you husband has three 2s, an 8 and a 9, and you have your two pair. “This pot goes to Jan.” She scoops the clothing and sets it in front of her.

Mike hands you the cards. “Your deal next”. You do a quick shuffle and deal. Mike stands up and puts his jeans on the table.

Your husband puts one sneaker. Mike looks at him. “Hey, I had to pull off my sneakers to get my socks. Blame Jan. Or do you think we all need to do jeans this round?”

You start dealing cards, “No, the mixed pot will work. Besides If we are down to underwear too fast, then what do we do?”

Mike finishes his beer, and goes to the bar. “You are all enjoying Fireball Ciders, let me have one too.” But like the one he made for your husband, he pulls out a bottle of hard cider and uses that with the cinnamon whiskey.

His boxer shorts fit him in all the right places. You glance at your husband in the corner of your eye, “Is he checking out Mike?” you think to yourself.

Then you focus on the game.

In only a few more hands, everyone is topless, and only in underwear. When you pulled off your jeans, Jan laughed out loud when she saw your “Horny B*tch” G-string. “So that is why you want to save Trees tonight, you want your beaver eaten?”

As you are laughing, you say with a wink, “Awwww, you miss it. Maybe tonight you might get a chance to eat me again.”

“I would love to watch that.” Your husband says as he takes a drink.

Mike deals out the next hand, and looks at Jan. “What do you want?”

“I think that I would like to have both of you guys’ spit roast me. Oh! You want to know how many cards? Give me two.”

Your husband takes three, and then it comes down to you. You have three Queens, an Ace, and a 5. The odds of getting another Ace are pretty slim, but you feel lucky. “Give me one card and I raise everyone my panties.” You stand up and strip them off, flashing everyone your nicely trimmed bush, as you throw then in the center of the table.

“You grew it out?” Jan asks as she pulls off her pink panties. You notice that she is still waxed smooth like when you were roommates.

Your husband answers as he pulls down his drawers, his dick swinging. “I told her that I like how it looks with a little patch. Especially when I am down there and taking my time.”

“And he does a great job, so I agreed that trimmed is better than smooth.” You say as you finish your drink. You notice that Mike has a nice cock too, with a neatly trimmed bush. “Jan, you apparently like a trimmed bush too. Mike’s looks great.”

You pick up your card. It is another Ace. You have a full house, three Queens and two Aces. “Are there any other raises?” Mike asks.

Your husband answers, “I raise one blowjob or pussy lick. If I lose this hand, it cleans me out and I will do oral on the winner.”

Mike smiles broadly “I will see that and agree. I want to see that talented mouth of yours service the winners, amigo.”

Jan pushes her pile of won clothing into the center and says, “I am all in too. I agree oral for the winner.”

You are shocked when Jan puts down a Heart flush. A good hand but not good enough. Your husband only had a pair of 10’s, so he smiles broadly as he puts down his losing hand.

Mike looks to you, “What do you have?” You put down your Full House.

Mike has a straight 3,4,5,6,7.

“You are the winner. Should we play another hand? I still have some clothing. I didn’t put everything in.”

“Yes, Hand me the cards.” You say as you reach for the deck.

Your husband and Jan both smile at each other and whisper something before they both climb under the table. “You two focus on the game, and we will do our part to distract you, I mean pleasure you, because we lost.” Your husband says.

You slide to the edge of your seat, spread your legs, and shuffle the cards. “Because this will be the last hand, do you want to cut the cards?” you ask Mike. He nods, as he too slides to the edge of his chair with his legs spread wide. His knee touching yours.

You feel a hand on your thigh as you shuffle the cards. The hand is slowly moving up and down. It is definitely your husband down there. You feel a little bit disappointed. You were sort of hoping that it would be Jan.

You do some very complicated shuffling moves, the whole time concentrating on your hands. You feel the tip of a tongue slowly licking up and down your pussy lips. You try to spread your legs wider, and press you one leg harder against Mike’s.

“Do you need me to move?” he asks with a smile. He is watching your hands intently, with his finger interlaced. You hear some slurping noises from under the table. It has been a while since you heard her make those noises.

You finish shuffling as you feel fingers expose your clit and a wet tongue slowly lick it. You want to moan, but you keep your mouth closed as motion for Mike to cut the cards. Mike takes the cards and does a simple half deck cut. You take the deck and deal.

Picking up your cards, you try to keep a straight face as you feel a warm mouth suck your clit. A fingertip slowly slides into your wet pussy.

You look at Mike. He is also trying to grip his cards and focusing on the game. The slurping noise stopped. That could mean that Jan is taking him deep in her mouth. You wish you were watching that.

You slowly exhale and focus on your cards. A Queen of hearts, an Ace of Spades, a 10 of Diamonds, a King of Hearts, and a 4 of Clubs. You sigh as you feel the mouth stop sucking and the finger slowly pull out. “Thank you. I need a second to focus.” you whisper down.

You set the 4 face down, holding the other cards. “How many cards would you like?’

“Give me two.” You give him two cards and take his discards.

“I will take one.” You say as you feel the tip of a tongue slowly lick around and between your pussy lips. It feels good, but you sigh, because you need to focus on this hand.

You look at the card you picked. It’s the Jack of Hearts. You move your cards in your hand around. Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and 10. An Ace high straight. You want to smile you feel that tongue flick your clit very quickly. It has been a while since your husband has done that.

You look over the top of your cards at Mike. He has a weird look on his face. Almost a shocked look. ‘Do you want to increase the bet?’ He swallows nervously.

You feel two fingers slide in and out of your pussy as your clit is sucked, so you inhale sharply out of pleasure. Mike pushes all of the clothing and shoes he has, to the center of the table. “I am all in.” As he says that, his eyes go wide.

“Jan must be deep throating him” you think. He moves to reach under the table. “No. keep your hands where I can see them. Let Jan and my husband do what they said. They are trying to distract us. Are you ready to show me your cards?” You say as you push your pile of clothing and shoes into the center too. “What do you have?” you ask, as you hear a wet slurping noise from under the table.

The fingers in your pussy trust faster and harder. You grip your cards tighter as you move to lay them down. You look at Mike’s cards. He has two Aces and two 8’s and a Queen of spades. You laugh when you see a “Dead Man’s hand”.

As you layout out your Ace high straight. “I won.” You say.

“We won too.” You hear voices say from under the table.

(Part 3 Concludes our tale of couples having fun. Come back next week so see how it ends.)

Carving Jack-O'-Lanterns

 

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You wife is making the hot spiced cider, while you explain to the kids, “It’s too early to carve the pumpkins. We have to wait until the week of Halloween.”

Your wife steps up behind you and rests a reassuring hand between your shoulder blades, “Yes, if you carve them now, they will be ‘sad mush’ by the time Halloween rolls around.”

The kids both look like they were cheated, so you then say “But if you get your markers and paint, we can temporarily color them and place them in the window. When it’s time we can carve the other side.”

“Yay!” they both yell and head for their bedrooms for their art kits.

Your wife turns you to face her. “I knew there was a reason I love you.”

“Because I eat pussy like a demon, or because I fuck you like a man possessed.” You say in a low seductive tone.

She gives you one of her wicked smiles, “Maybe, but No, that’s not it. It’s because you know how to handle the kids.”

She kisses you and then walks back to the stove. You watch as she moves her hips in a sexy manner.

“I got my markers, Daddy.” Your daughter says as she comes back into the kitchen with a plastic bucket in hand. Your son follows shortly with the art kit your parents gave him for his birthday.

You take one last glance at your wife’s sexy ass, and then focus on the kids. “OK. While Mommy finishes heating the cider, lets put down some plastic on the kitchen table and then move the pumpkins.”

Before the kids can comment, you grab a couple of trash bags from the cupboard and lay then flat. The kids set their art supplies down then move the pumpkins to the table.

Over the next hour you and the kids draw and paint faces on each of the pumpkins. Your daughter is very specific about which pumpkin is the ‘Daddy Pumpkin’ and which one is the ‘Mommy Pumpkin’, she doesn’t care what her brother does with his, but she says that’s why she wanted two little pumpkins. “These are the kids. It’s a family just like us Daddy. A mommy, a daddy, and two babies.”

Your son rolls his eyes as his sister says that. You help your daughter make sure that the ‘Pumpkin Family’ faces are all funny and cute. Then you see what your son painted. The face on his is jagged and scary looking, using paint to make it look like it has blood dripping from its mouth. “That looks great Kiddo. When it’s carving time, we’ll need to see if we can get a scary pattern for the other side.”

“Great. Do you really like how my Vampire looks?”

You nod as you sip your spiced cider. “You did a good job.”

The cider is hot and tasty, and it scent fills the kitchen. The kids are more focused on drawing and painting than on drinking their cider, but then again, the cider was mainly for you and your wife. But if you hadn’t poured mugs for them, they would have complained.

You notice that your wife got boxes of decorations from the attic. She already strung orange and purple lights in the windows. You walk over to her, “You should have asked for help.” You say as you hand her a stuffed monster that has “Trick or Treat” stitched across its front.

“You were busy with the kids. I thought I should have this ready so when they finished, we could set them up in the window.” She says, as she places a couple more items in the window, leaving plenty of room for the painted Jack-O’-Lanterns.

You kiss her, and say, “I’ll start bringing them over.”

She arranges them, with the help of the kids, so that from the outside you see, your son’s ‘Scary’ one, all the way to the left, separated from the ‘Pumpkin Family’ by a monster, a witch, and a stuffed, plushy pumpkin. Your daughter is very insistent that her brother’s has to be on the other side of the window ledge, from the pumpkin family.

Your son says. “Yes. That way he doesn’t get up in the middle of the night and attack the others, turning them all into vampires like him.”

Your daughter looks horrified about that thought. Your wife quickly points out that the ‘Pumpkin family’ is protected from the pumpkin vampire, by the monster, the witch, and the plushy. You nod and reassure her too.

For the next couple of weeks, your kids, everyday ask if it’s time to carve the pumpkins. You patiently tell them “No. Not yet.”

Both you and your wife get some carving ideas by searching online. You also take the kids to the local craft store to pick up a pattern book and carving tools.

“Why didn’t we just get the ones at the grocery store, Dad?” your son asks.

As you pick up two sets of tools and the related book, you show your son, “I thought it would be easier for your sister if she had a pattern she could trace. Also, if you see anything you like, you can use it too.”

You quickly flip through the pages and show your son a pattern of a vampire with long fangs. “Wow!” he responds and looks at a few more pages. Wolves, bats, and other designs. “Yeah, let’s get it Dad.”

“That’s my plan Kiddo.”

It was hard to keep the kids from carving their jack-o’-lanterns until the week before Halloween, but it helps your kids make up their minds what they want to do. They keep flipping though the pattern book and changing their minds which ones they want.

To keep the book from getting damaged, your wife scanned and printed off copies.

One day, while the kids were watching a family friendly Halloween movie, on that channel that does “31 days of Halloween”, you notice that your wife is on the computer and looking at “adult carving ideas” These include outlines of dancers and couples engaging in sex, and multiple variations of “pumpkin as ass with spread cheeks”.

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You stand behind her and ask “Do you see anything you like?” as you lean closer and rest your hand on her shoulder.

She playfully pats your hand and answers in a seductive tone. “Of course. You mentioned pumpkins reminding you of tits & butts, and was curious what’s out there.”

You look to see if the kids are still in the other room, then gently move your hand and caress her left breast. “You must be getting excited.” You comments “And no bra today?”

“I didn’t feel like one, and maybe I’m just a little chilly.” She playfully responds.

You lean in closer. “If the kids were asleep, I’d take you to bed and warm you up.”

She turns her head and kisses you. Here lips are warm and inviting. “Hold off for now, Dear. I’ll make it up to you later.”

You sigh, and see one where it’s the carving of a woman on her knees, sucking her man. It’s designed to cast a giant shadow of a blowjob. “Maybe something like that?” You ask with a wink.

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“Maybe, if you’re a good boy. Go check on the kids.”

You kiss her again and make some popcorn so you can enjoy the movie with the kids, and let your wife enjoy herself.

That Saturday before Halloween, it’s finally time to carve the Jack-O’-Lanterns. Your wife lays out trash bags and your job is to help the kids ‘scoop out the guts’.

Your son really wants to open his by himself, but you tell him, next year. This year, you’ll remove the top to his and let him scoop everything out.

He’s almost bouncing up and down with excitement as is your daughter.

You use a sharp carving knife to remove the top. Stringy pulp hangs down. You pull it enough so you can cut the inside of the top smooth, then set it aside. Your son has his scoop ready in hand as you move to the side and let him get to work.

You open one of the ‘baby pumpkins’ for your daughter and then show her how to use the plastic scoop. You demonstrate how to scoop along the bottom, and then dump all of the loose pulp into the trash bag. Your wife reminds you save the seeds from at least one of them. She’ll show the kids how to make ‘roasted pumpkin seeds’. Your hands feel wet and slimy. You keep wiping them off with paper towels. Glancing over to your son, you see that he has the bulk of it scraped out.

“Good job Kiddo. When you finish making sure all the pulp is gone, show me and then go grab your pattern.”

“Will do, Dad.” He says with a look of concentration on his face as he checks his work.

“Ewww it’s slimy Daddy.” Your daughter says she starts scraping the inside of hers.

“It is, Baby. That’s why we have hand soap and the paper towels. You do that one and I’ll do the other one.” You say as you remove the top of the other ‘baby pumpkin’.

When you finish emptying the last of them, there is a bowl full of pumpkin seeds, and the kids have their pattern pages up against the blank sides of their Jack-O’-Lanterns. You use a couple pieces of tape to hold the paper in place, then show the kids how to use the punch tool. “It looks like a ‘dot to dot’ picture when you finish.”

They both focus really hard following their patterns.

You look to your wife. “What do you want for these two?” pointing to the ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ pumpkin. She hands you a couple of ‘goofy grin’ patterns. Both of which are just basic cut out patterns.

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You give her a mock frown, “Nothing from the ‘adult patterns’ you were looking at?”

She walks closer, puts her hand under the table and lightly grabs your crotch and whispers in your ear, “I’ve got something adult for you tonight. Focus on family friendly now, and I’ll give you a nice surprise later.”

Before you can respond, she picks up the bowl of seeds, and says in a normal tone. “Thanks for all the seeds. I’ll lay them out on a baking sheet. When you’re done marking your patterns, I’ll show you what I’m doing.”

After marking out the patterns, you show the kids how to use the dull, serrated, saws to connect the dots and remove the unneeded parts.

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Soon the kitchen had that smell of pumpkin, and roasted seeds. The kids are happy with what they made. You made the simple ones your wife picked, though you wish you would have made at least one of the ‘adult themed’ ones, it would have looked out of place next to the rest of the family friendly ones.

Your wife hands you a few electric tea lights. You place one in each one and then move them back to the front window. The sun’s still up, so the lights don’t show brightly, but you take a couple of photos. You turn the tea lights off and tell the kids, that when it gets dark, you’ll turn them back on and take more photos.

After cleaning up and having a quick dinner of fast food from a local place, once it’s dark, you turn on the tea lights and take photos. The kids are so happy as they stand next to you and see the Jack-O’-Lanterns they carved. “They look good.” You say.

“Yep, we did good carving ‘jackel-lanerns’.” Your son snickers as he imitates how his sister mispronounces them.

She makes a face and then says “Mommy says they’re ‘Jack O’ Lanterns’. Right Daddy?”

You take your daughter’s hand and lovingly squeeze it. “Yes Baby, they are Jack-O’-Lanterns.” You then wink and smile at your son, “Not a pack of jackel-lanerns.”

Before they can say anything else you say. “OK. Let’s get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”

They clean up and your wife asks if will read the “the Legend of Jack O’ Lantern” to the kids, as she hands you the “Teeny Tiny Halloween Book”. She kisses and winks at you. “I’ll have something special for you when you come to bed.”

After reading and getting the kids to bed, you go to your room and strip off your clothing.

Your wife is in bed and under the covers. “Once you’re naked, and make sure the door is closed. I’ve got something for you.”

You do as she asks and move to the edge of the bed.

“Close your eyes and stand still.” She says.

You feel the air move as she pulls the blankets off of her. You want to peek, but you keep your eyes closed tight. You hear her crawling on the bed. Moving closer to you. You don’t know what she has in mind, but already you are getting excited. You feel your dick harden in anticipation.

“Mmmm You don’t even know what your surprise is, and already you’re excited.” She purrs in a soft voice. “I hope you don’t cum too quickly.”

You feel soft, slick fabric rubbing along the bottom ridge of your hardening shaft. “Keep your eyes closed, Dear. Just enjoy how this feels.”

You squeeze your eyes tightly, and ball your hands into fists. You want to reach out and grab her but this feels so good and different. So smooth yet firm.

“Open your eyes.” She purrs.

You look down as your wife is wearing orange spandex leggings and rubbing her ass against your now hard cock. “Should I keep them on, or take them off.”

You exhale, and fight to keep your voice down. “I so badly want to rip them off you and fuck you now.”

She stays bent over, but pulls them down. “They are new. Please don’t rip them yet.”

You grab her hips, and rub your shaft along the crack of your ass. “If you had prepped for it, I’d ask for anal tonight.” You say in a low tone.

“Not tonight lover. Let’s save it for when I’m ready.” She responds in a low tone, “But my pussy’s all wet and ready.”

You point your hard cock down and rub it along her damp pussy lips. “Oh yes you are.” You say in a soft gasping breath. You continue back and forth, teasing her then you rub just the tip along her wet slit.

“You are being a naughty boy, teasing me like that.” She says.

You smile, then grab her hips firmly. “So you want me like this instead?” you whisper as you thrust firmly. You slide in nicely. She really is turned on and ready for you.

“Yes!” she says, and then rocks back and forth on her hands and knees. She is using you to fuck herself. You love when she is in one of these moods. You won’t last long. Reaching forward, you rub her clit. “YES” she says a bit louder.

“Let’s not wake the kids.” You whisper loudly.

She continues moving back and forth, moaning through a tightly closed mouth.

Her pussy is so warm, slick and wet. It feels so good going back and forth on you. You feel her stop and press back against you hard. Her cunt pulses around you as she presses her face into a pillow and moans.

You grip her hips tightly as your body tenses. You shoot your cum deep inside of her.

Then you pull out.

You grab a used towel from the hamper to wipe yourself before you pull on your sleep shorts. Then you hand the towel to her. She wipes herself and then pulls up the leggings.

“Are you going to sleep in those?” you ask.

“Sure, they go with the T-shirt.”

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You hadn’t noticed the black t-shirt, which on the front, reads “Stop Staring at My Pumpkins” and has the image of a zipper revealing two jack-o-lanterns where her breasts are.

“Yes it does.” You say as you climb into bed, kissing her and holding her tight.

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Strip Poker - Part 1

 

Your long-time friends, Jan and Mike, invited you and your husband over for a night of “fun and games”. When she called you and mentioned “Fun and games”, you responded, “Fun like we had back in our college days? Or something else in mind?”

“Oh, I was thinking that we could just play cards. Maybe poker, spades, or something.”

“I love it. The last time I did anything like that, was our college days. We will see you then.” You respond.

Your husband loves the idea of going over to play cards. It has been too long since you all had taken time to just spend time together and have fun. They also mention that they had remodeled since your last visit.

On Friday, you get home from work and change your outfit. You look at what you have in the closet. “I could just wear jeans and t-shirt. Or I could wear something ‘slutty and playful’.” You shake your head. “Never mind, I’ll just wear jeans & t-shirt.” Then you look at yourself in the mirror as you hear your husband arrive home. He walks in to the bedroom as you are wearing just bra and panties.

“I like that, but I think you should wear something over it.” He says as he pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt.

He walks up and hugs you from behind. His chest feels good against your back as he kisses your neck. “If you continue that, we’ll be late.” You say in a mock scolding tone.

“Maybe I want to be late. Maybe I want you all to myself tonight.” He says like a spoiled brat. You turn and kiss him on the mouth, your tongue going deep and firmly, which surprises him a bit.

You grab his head and pull back. “Only good little boys get treated like that.” You say in your best “Mommy” tone.

“Well, if I have share you with others, then I don’t want you too sexy.” He says still in a spoiled brat tone.

“Not too sexy.” You think as you grab your “hip hugger jeans”. You reach into your panty drawer and pull out a black G-string that says “Horny B*tch” on the crotch in white letters. You grab a black bra to match it.

“I should have gotten you a novelty bra too to go with the panties.” He says smiling.

“Oh, I already thought of that.” As you pull out an old t-shirt that says “Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver”

“How long have you had that?”

“Jan and I both got those when we were roommates. I wonder if she still has hers?”

“Maybe I should just save a tree right now?” he says as he pulls on a pair of jeans too.

“Later, but why don’t you wear this one?” you ask as you throw him a shirt that says “Rub me for Luck.” “That’s perfect for playing cards.”

You finish getting ready and drive over. You both have known Jan and Mike for years. Jan was your roommate in college and Mike was good friends with your husband. You were happy when they hooked up and stayed together.

Once you get there Jan greets you at the door with a warm familiar hug.

As you pull off your jacket, you hear her say “Oh my God, you still have that? Does that mean we have to tell the guys why we got them?”

You smile broadly and motion for her to lower her voice. “No. Not unless you want to. I was just in a playful mood and thought you might enjoy seeing it.”

“What are you ladies whispering about?” Mike asks in his booming voice. “I’ll take your jackets.” As he hangs them on a couple of empty hooks by the door.

Then he greets your husband on an old-fashioned forearm grip. “And how are you doing mi amigo? Do you want some drinks?”

“Which beers do you have moi bliski droog?”

“As always, I have a variety. What do you expect?”

You and Jan watch the guys head for the kitchen. “What about us? Should I make something sweet and tasty, or do you just feel like doing a row of ‘Blowjobs’?” Jan asks.

“Let’s start off slow and sweet. Do you have the makings of a Fireball cider?”

“Do we have the makings…. You know Mike. He was a bartender when he lived with your husband. I think he still wants to be one. We keep a fully stocked bar downstairs. Let me grab the cider from the fridge.” She says as she points you towards the stairs and heads to the kitchen.

You walk down the stairs into the basement. You are surprised at the changes since you were last here. They put up paneling, set up a bar in the one side, a card table near that, a couch, large TV, and other amenities.

“Welcome to our Game Room.” Jan says as she comes behind you with a jug of apple cider. “I just realized you haven’t seen it since we finished remodeling. It cost us a pretty penny, but it was worth it. We added a sink behind the bar and a full bathroom on the other end. The big TV and entertainment center was what we originally just wanted to do, but then Mike talked about a fully functional bar, and it grew from there. The only thing we haven’t gotten yet is the billiard table. But if we had that, then we would need a smaller couch or get rid of the card table.”

You walk around, looking at all of it. Jan pulls out a couple of large glasses, wipes them quickly with a towel, and then pours a generous shot of cinnamon whiskey in the bottom of each one. She pours the rich apple cider over it and then swirls it with bar spoon. You smell the scent of apples and cinnamon as you take a sip. It warms your mouth and feels so good. She sips hers too. “I am glad you came over tonight. I miss spending time with you.”

“I know, with our work schedules, and other things that need done, we just never find time to just ‘hang out’.” You take a deeper drink this time. You sigh with pleasure as it warms your stomach and makes your skin tingle.

You hear the guys walking down the stairs. “I wanted to do it all myself, but there was never time, so we hired a contractor. It cost more than I wanted to spend, but he and his crew did a great job.” They stop half way down the stairs. Your husband whistles in approval. “See mi amigo, what I mean. Just like we talked about. A bar, an entertainment center.”

“But no pool table” your husband mentions.

“I can’t have everything. Maybe in the future. Besides would you prefer to play cards or billiards?”

“Being I beat you in every game of 8-ball that we ever played…” he says playfully.

“Which is why we are playing card tonight. Right Jan?” He says as he continues down the stairs.

Your husband looks over at you. “You must be really enjoying your drink.” He looks at your hard nipples, visible through your thin bra. “or is it just cold down here?” He sips his beer and smiles.

You walk over and rub his crotch. “Let’s see if that improves my luck.”

“Shall we play cards?” Jan asks as she sits down at the card table. There are rows of chips in holders at each position.

Mike sits down. “Do we want Spades, or Hearts. Bridge is for old married couples.”

“Poker.” Your husband chimes in as he takes a seat across from Mike. That leaves you sitting across from Jan.

“I thought normally you have partners sitting across from each other?” You ask.

“Dear, in poker, it is everyone for themselves. And I like the boy/girl/boy/girl layout.” He takes another sip from his beer.

Mike takes a deck of cards from a holder in the center of the table. “Are we playing with real money, tonight?” he asks.

“Let’s just use the chips.” Jan says in a friendly tone.

“We could do strip poker.” You say as you drink the rest of your drink. Everyone stares at you for a moment. “What? We have all done that before. Jan, can I have another one of these?” you ask as you hand her the empty glass.

She gets up and makes you another fireball cider. “We’ve seen each other naked but are you sure you want play strip poker?” she responds as she hands you your drink.

You take a fresh sip, and you are feeling pretty good. “Oh, yes.” You say. You pull off your t-shirt and throw it in the center of the table. “There is my ante.” Your breasts feel good in just your black bra.

Mike shuffles the cards. “I think you ladies might have an advantage with the amount of clothes you have.”

But your husband retorts, “I just think of them as players who have more to spend than we do. Shall I cut the cards?” as he pulls off his t-shirt and throws it on the table.

“Honey, take a sip of this.” You say as you hand your drink to your husband.

He takes a sip. “That’s good. Mike, do you have hard cider? That would make it taste better.”

He hands your husband the cards, and stands up. “Are there any other drinks to make?” Your husband downs his beer and hands him the empty bottle.

Your husband cuts the cards in to three piles. He then restacks them left over right with the center pile on the top. He then hands them to Mike in exchange for his drink.

“Mmmm, that is good.” He says taking a deep drink.

Mike starts dealing. “Are we playing 5-card draw or stud?”

Jan throws in her t-shirt. Her pink and white bra looks sexy against her skin. You remember those days when you and her learned to pleasure each other. “I think that Draw would be a better game. Don’t agree, Stud?” she says winking at your husband.

“I agree, but moi Droog needs to add in his shirt too. This is poker and not blackjack.”

As Mike deals out the cards he says, “I will, un mommento mi amigo.”

(I hope you enjoyed Part 1. Part 2 continues the fun had by the couples….and will post next week. See you then.)

Going to the Pumpkin Patch

 

It started off in the Grocery store. You and the kids are picking up things while your wife cooks dinner. Right at the entrance, there are stacks of pumpkins and gourds. Some with painted faces and other plain. There is also a standing rack with “Jack-O’-Lantern Carving” tools. 

“Daddy, can we get a pumpkin?” Your son asks.

“I wanna make a jackel-lanern” your daughter whines.

“We’ll see kids. I think we still have tools in the kitchen from last time.” You respond, then say “Let’s get what your mom needs tonight, and ask if she wants to get a pumpkin.”

“Are you gonna call her, Daddy?” your daughter asks.

You smile down at her. “No. We’ll just get what’s on the list tonight, and ask her when we get home.” You then hand your son your cell phone, with the grocery list on the screen, “What’s the first thing we need?”

Once you get home, your daughter carries in a bag and you hear “Mommy, we wanna get punkins and make jackel-lanerns.”

By the time you carry in your arm load of bags, your wife is crouching down and listening to your daughter. “Let’s put away groceries, and have dinner first.” She says as she smiles at you.

After putting everything away, you lean over to your wife and give her a kiss. Her skin is so soft and warm on your lips. “Dinner smells great.”

“Thanks, let’s sit down and eat.” She responds.

The chicken with noodles is hot and tasty, and goes well with the salad that you picked up at the store. Between forkfuls of food your daughter keeps telling about the painted ‘jackel-lanerns.’

“Baby,” you say, stopping her, “It is Jack-O’-Lantern, or more correctly Jack of the Lantern. Not ‘jackel-lanterns’.”

“Dear, do we still have the book of “Children’s Halloween Stories?” your wife asks. “There was at least one story about “Jack of the Lanterns” in it. That might help her remember better.”

“I like ‘Jackel-lanerns’. Sounds like fiery wild dogs or a Pokemon.” You hear your son mutter and smirk.

You hadn’t thought of that. Fiery wild dogs moving though the darkness, their eyes a blaze, and their chilling howls, echoing through the night. Your wife snaps you out of your thoughts. “I think the book is in the downstairs bookcases. Will you look after dinner?”

You take another forkful of food and then say “Of course. Once we’re done.”

As the kids take their baths, and get ready for bed, you look at the bookcases downstairs. They are filled with a mixture of novels, old textbooks, historical books, and of course kids’ books. Most of the kids’ books are the nice, hard-bound ones that you and your wife wanted to keep and make sure the kids didn’t ruin. You see “The Complete Winnie the Pooh”, “Scary Stories” (A book that after you read a couple of stories to your son, you agreed with your wife to put it away. No reason to give the kids ‘nightmare fuel’.), “Aesop’s Fables” and there it is, the “Tiny Teeny Halloween Treasury”. You flip through it. It’s been a while since you looked at it. Aside from the recipes, cartoons, and poems, there a couple of stories in it too.

Once you are back upstairs you show your wife the ‘Bedtime Anti-Monster Checklist’. “Honey, do you remember when we used this with our son?”

She looks at the book, and reads the 6 steps. “Oh God, yes. Shortly after we read that ‘Scary stories’ book he wanted. We had to check under the bed, and the closet, and use a nightlight. I’m glad he outgrew that.” She flips the pages and smiles. “There are a couple of recipes I want to copy. Can you check on the kids? I’ll be there in a few.” She kisses you and then goes over to the computer.

Your son is already in his pajamas and brushing his teeth. Your daughter is still in the bath, with the curtain pulled closed.

“Are you okay in there?” You ask.

“Yes daddy. No peeking. I’m a big girl now and don’t need help.” She says as you hear the sound of the washcloth being rung out over the water.

“Ok, Baby. I’ll make sure your nightgown is on your bed. Yell if you need help.” You say as your son rinses his mouth and puts up his toothbrush. 

“All Clean Dad.” He says baring his teeth at you.

“Go to bed Kiddo.”

“Dad, did you look for the carving tools yet?” He asks.

“Not yet. I will. Your mom and I still need to talk about getting some pumpkins.” You respond and shoo him off to bed.

You feel a damp hand pull the back of your shirt. “I’m done daddy. Don’t peek, I need my PJs.”

You realize that you are standing in the way, and your daughter, wrapped in a towel, needs to get past. You move aside and she closes the door.

Your wife comes up next to you. “I’ll take things from here. Can you make sure the kids didn’t leave a mess in the bathroom?” She kisses your cheek. “And if you’re already in bed when I finish reading to the kids, I might have something special for you.” She winks and knocks on your daughter’s door. “It’s mommy, do you need help with your nightgown?”

You check the bathroom, rinsing the bubbles out of the tub, and hanging up the wet washcloth to dry. The kids didn’t leave too much mess. You check the clothes hamper. It’s full so you might as well carry it down to the laundry room. Tomorrow or Saturday you can do the laundry. But not tonight. You stop by the kitchen and look in the utensil drawer. There is a plastic scoop, and a dull, serrated carver, but that’s all you see. “I guess I’ll pick up a new carving kit” you mutter to yourself.

In your bedroom you strip out of your jeans and shirt, pull on a pair of old running shorts, that are perfect for sleeping in, then lie down on your side of the bed. A few minutes later your wife comes in, still carrying the Halloween book.

“I had forgotten how much the kids like these stories and poems.” She says, setting it down and getting undressed. As she removes her bra, you watch her breasts move. They almost remind you of the little gourds. They aren’t firm and round anymore, but still sexy and perfect for sucking. Then when she removes her panties and bends over, you imagine her ass cheeks painted orange, and a jack-o’-lantern face painted on each one. For a second you imagine grabbing each one as you put your face is between her breasts.

That familiar tingle of arousal has you tenting your shorts.

“Oh. Is that for me, tonight?” Your wife asks as she pulls on her nightgown and comes to the bed.

You smile at her. “Of course. I always want you.”

She crawls across the bed, you glance to make sure the bedroom door is closed, as you feel her pull down your shorts and free your hardening penis. “Mmmmm, not fully hard yet, but I bet I can get it there.” She says. You feel her hand firmly grip your shaft and her tongue lick around the tip. You put your hands behind your head and relax as you feel her warm, wet mouth on you, and then the gentle suction.

“That’s it. Nice and hard. Perfect for me.” She says, almost purring.

She moves across you, straddling you, raising the hem of her nightgown, and then positioning your hard dick right along her damp slit. She inserts you and you feel the warmth of her pussy slowly cover you. She continues moving up and down until she has you fully inside of her. Her nipples are visibly hard through her nightgown and you reach up and roll her nipples.

‘Yes. Just like that.” She says in a quiet tone. She rocks back and forth on you, then puts her hand to her mouth and bites down on her knuckle, to muffle her moans of pleasure. This excites you even more and you pull her nipples as you thrust your hips up and cum inside of her. You feel her pussy pulse around you as her knees clench with pleasure. 

She lies on you, with your softening cock still inside of her. You wrap your arms around her. “I must have really turned you on.” She says in a playful tone. “You finished quickly.”

You turn her head and kiss her. “Not much quicker than you. You always turn me on, but what got you excited?” you ask in a quiet tone.

She picks up the kids’ book. “While reading to the kids, I remembered the ‘slutty costumes’ I’d wear before the kids were born. How sexy I felt, and how much I turned you on.”

“You still turn me on.” You respond, squeezing her ass, and kissing her again. Your soft dick is free, but you feel wetness drip from her onto you. “Though you might want to grab a towel. I hadn’t planned on making a mess tonight.”

She smiles, gets up and wipes herself off then throws you the towel, which you use and then toss on the hamper.

“The kids seem really excited about getting pumpkins” She says as she climbs back into bed. Her body is so soft and warm as she snuggles next to you.

“Should we get some at the grocery store, next time we go out?” you ask.

“I have a better idea. On Saturday, let’s take the kids to one of the local pumpkin patches.” She answers as she turns on her side and presses her back against you.

“Like those roadside stands?” you ask.

“Why don’t we see which of the ‘Pick your own’ farms has switched to pumpkins? The kids had fun when we went berry picking.”

You turn onto your side and press your back against hers. You feel her breathing slowing as you adjust your pillow and start to drift. “Sure. Sounds like a plan to me.”

On Saturday morning the kids are excited. They had already eaten their breakfast, cleaned up and gotten dressed before you even finished your first cup of coffee.

Your wife walks into the kitchen, her silky robe covering her sheer nightgown. “The kids are already set I see. What time do you want to go?” she asks as she pours her coffee.

“I hadn’t looked to see which farm to go to, yet.”

She sits down, pulls out her phone and starts searching. “I think we lucked out. The same farm as last time has a ‘pick your own’ pumpkin patch, and apples by the bushel.”

You finish your coffee, sigh, and say “OK. Let me get dressed. What time do they open?”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you grab a light windbreaker, then fill up a travel mug with coffee.

“Is it time to go Daddy?” your daughter asks.

“Almost Baby. Why don’t you make sure that you and your bother have your shoes on. I’ll check on Mommy.”

“OK, Daddy.” She says as she scampers off to find her brother. Your wife walks into the kitchen wearing jeans, and a flannel shirt over a tank top. She also fills up a travel cup of coffee.

You walk behind her and slide your hand into her back pocket. “I love how your ass looks in those jeans” you say as you kiss her neck. “But why the flannel shirt?”

She turns and unbuttons it a bit, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra under her tank top. “I just wanted to be comfortable.” She says with a wink and a smile. It is so tempting to caress her breasts through her shirt. 

“We’re ready Dad.” You hear your son say. You turn, grab your coffee mug and see your kids standing next to each other. You nod and smile. 

“OK, lets load up.”

The farm looks similar to when you were last there, except the scale house has signs saying “Fresh Hot Cider”, “Pumpkins”, and “Apples”. There is even a small stack of white pumpkins marked “Ghost Pumpkins”.

You are behind your wife and kids as they run ahead, following the signs reading “Pumpkin Patch! Pick your own!”.

Soon you catch up. There are a few other people in the patch. Your wife looks at you, “Stay with our daughter, I’ll go with our son.”

You blow her a kiss and close in on your daughter. “OK Baby, do you see any you like?”

After a while she found what she wanted. She convinces you to carry a large pumpkin while she picks two small ones. “You got the ‘Daddy punkin, and I got the two baby punkins. Right?”

“Yes Baby, let’s see what your brother found.”

You wife and son are each carrying similarly sized ones.

“Are we ready to check out?” you ask.

Your wife smiles but you can see in her eyes that she’s ready to go. “Yes, let’s check out.”

The sales clerk is the same one as last time, wearing the bib overalls but this time wearing an orange sweatshirt with the farm name in black letters. As you have your family put each pumpkin on the scale, you idly wonder how much the full, round breasts of the salesclerk would weigh. Your wife notices that you have a strange grin on your face as you finally weigh yours. “I’ll tell you later.” You whisper to her.

The clerk totals everything, and asks “Would you like anything else, aside from the 5 pumpkins?”

Before you can say “No”, your wife grabs a jug of fresh apple cider, and a tote of a dozen apples.

The clerk nods, and adds that to the total. You hand over your card to pay for it all. The kids carry the smaller bags, leaving your wife and you to carry the heavier ones.

“Being the bags of a dozen apples were cheaper than the grocery story, I couldn’t pass it up.” Your wife explains on the walk to the car. You nod. She then leans closer and asks, “So what was with you looking at the clerk and smirking?”

“With that orange sweatshirt, her tits looked like pumpkins. I was wondering what they weighed?” you say with an evil chuckle.

“Oh, so I need to get an orange sweatshirt?” She asks in mock jealousy.

“No. I want you in orange leggings. The other night I got hard looking at your sexy ass, which reminded me of firm round pumpkins.” You answer with a grin and a wink.

“Oh.” She responds. A few minutes later she asks. “Do you think my ass is big like these pumpkins?” Her voice has almost a hurt tone.

You set down your bags. “Come here Honey.” You say as you hold out your arms.

She comes closer. You kiss her firmly and grab both of her ass cheeks. “I love how you look and all the work you put in. Your sexy ass is firm and round.” You stress by grabbing each cheek harder. You then pick up your pumpkin and slap your hand firmly against it. There is a loud “smack” sound. “That’s why your ass reminds me of one of these pumpkins.”

The kids come running up. “Are you okay?”

“Is Mommy hurt? Was the punkin bad?”

Upon hearing this both you and your wife laugh. “We’re okay. We were just talking.” You say.

“Daddy wanted to show me how to know a pumpkin is good. You make sure it isn’t soft. So he slapped it.” Your wife explains, but there is a twinkle in her eye and a blush to her cheeks.

Your son tries to slap the one in his bag. “Ow. I think mine’s good.”

“Let’s go home. Why don’t we have Mommy make some hot spiced cider and we can think about what Jack-O’-Lanterns to make.”

“Don’t you mean ‘Jackel Lanerns’.” Your son jokes.

You and your wife just shake your head, “Get in and buckle up.”

(I’ll stop the story here. Come back next week and we’ll continue on with “Carving Jack-O’-Lanterns”. If you enjoyed this, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 7: Sexting in Bed

 

You describe setting the boxes on the floor by your feet and then closing the Jeep door. 

He types “I get in, buckle up and start it up. Then I put it into gear. The air is a little cooler than when we left, so I put the heat on. You feel warm air blowing on your legs.”

“And cool air on my chest. Mmmmm. The combination has my nipples hard and visible against the thin fabric of my dress.” You respond. You really wish you were wearing that dress, in an open-air jeep. “I feel so excited, and rest my hand on your crotch.”

“Even though I’m concentrating on driving, you feel a firm bulge in my pants.”

That’s exactly what you wanted to read. “I slowly rub my hand back and forth, feeling the outline of your prick.” At this point you switch from your computer to your cell phone and move from your living room to your bedroom.

“Your hand feels good as you rub me. I feel the texture of my underwear against my shaft as you slowly stroke me.” He types and then follows up with “I see your apartment building. Where do you want me to park?”

You strip off the shorts that you changed into after work, then sit on your bed, putting a few pillows behind your back. You keep your panties on, but spread your legs. “There is a parking spot with my apartment number at the side of the building. Look for number 202.” In your mind you picture being in the jeep, caressing his crotch, as he looks for your parking spot.

“I found it. I’ll back in. It makes it easier to get out.” You are a little surprised at the details he is adding to this. Most guys would have just been. ‘We are in your bedroom, you suck my dick, etc’ but Bobby really is describing what we would feel and see. He doesn’t have all the fine details but he’s doing good enough to help you clearly imagine everything.

“I get out, and come around to your door, to help you out.” He types.

“ ‘If you had the top on, I would have undone your fly and sucked you in the Jeep.’ I tell you as I take your hand and step out.” You respond.

“Don’t forget our leftovers. I can carry them in if you hand them to me.”

“Of course. Here are the boxes. And I hold your empty hand as we walk into my building.” You imagine holding his hand, the cool air on your bare legs, and the deep shadows between the outside lights. “We could have sex in the shadows outside. Would you like that as a fantasy?” You haven’t done anything like that in real life, but this is a fantasy. It’s a story where you can do anything.

His cursor blinks for a moment as if he is thinking over his answer, then he responds. “Let’s save something adventurous like that for another night. I would hate for us to be interrupted by your neighbors or anyone else.”

You nod as you read this, he’s really into this story. “I kiss you and lead you into the building. We walk up the stairs to my apartment, I unlock the door, and turn on the lights.”

“I close the door behind us, and hand you the left overs so you can put them in the fridge. Looking around your apartment I say ‘You have a nice apartment’.”

You describe putting the food in the fridge, then return, kiss him passionately and then pull him to the bedroom. “As I pull you into my bedroom, I unbutton your shirt. Kissing you, and enjoying the feel of your lips and the taste of you.”

“As you unbutton and help me remove my shirt, I unzip your dress, and help it slide off of your shoulders.”

You imagine the feeling of the dress falling off of you. “Are you surprised to see I’m not wearing a bra tonight? You can clearly see my hard nipples as my dress hits the floor.”

“Mmmmm They look so tasty. I kiss just above the right one, then slowly lick around it. My hand softly caresses your left breast with my fingers rolling and playing with your nipple.”

You pull off your T-shirt and rub your left breast. One-handed you type “Mmmmm your mouth and hand feel so good. I take a step back. Do you want me against the wall or on my bed?”

“Whatever will give you the most pleasure. I want you to be comfortable and to fully enjoy this sexting fantasy.” He types and then follows with, “I’m here for your pleasure.”

You have never had anyone say that to you. Yes, you’ve read it in cheap romance novels, but you’ve never had a lover, even an imaginary one, tell you that.

“I raise your head and kiss your lips again. ‘Lets move to the bed.’ I then unzip and unfasten your pants so they fall off of you. I see your hard cock outlined in your underwear. I grab it and pull you to the bed, have you lie down, and remove your briefs.”

You pick up your toy and lick around the tip. “I grip your shaft and lick around the tip. (I forgot to ask, are you circumcised?)” you continue typing with one hand.

“Whatever you want. Uncut or cut. This is all for you.” He answers.

You lick your toy and type “Cut. I lick around the tip and then down your veiny shaft. Your cock feels so hard.” You imagine your dildo is him. Hard and thick with a nice shape and texture. “I lick it and then suck it firmly. Feel the suction of my mouth on your beautiful dick.”

“Yes your mouth feels so good. You taste my pre-cum.”

You think that he must really be excited, so you respond with “I want you inside of me.”

“I’m lying down, so climb on me.” He types.

A thought pops into your head, you want to ride your dildo as you sext. “Yes. I strip off my panties and then straddle you.” You set down your phone, pull off your panties, and get on your knees. The comforter on your bed is nice and soft on your knees. You position your toy and slowly lower yourself onto it. Picking up your phone again you describe “I straddle you. My knees are along side your body as I slowly lower myself on to you.”

“Yes, I feel your tight wet snatch slowly covering me. You are so excited. I reach up and pull your nipples.”

You move up and down on your dildo, trying to do it slowly like in the story. It feels so good. So different. You pull a nipple and text “Yes pull my nipples. Feel my cunt on your hard cock. Feel me devour you.” It feels a little weird typing the word ‘cunt’ but Bobby used it and it fits how you feel. It isn’t your ‘small, delicate pussy’ that you are playing with. No, It’s your ‘hungry cunt’ that is being fed. You bounce up and down a little faster. Imagining him inside of you. “I move faster and harder. I feel you deep inside of me.”

“Yes, ride me as hard as you need. I let go of one nipple and use my thumb to rub your clit. Your pussy feels so good on me. I’m about to cum. I want you to cum too.”

You release your nipple and rub your clit as you describe “Yes, I feel your thumb rubbing my clit. I rock back and forth hard I want to feel you finish inside of me.” You rub with one hand as you hold the phone with the other. You are all the way down and rocking your hips back and forth. You have never used your toy like this, It feels so different. You rub your clit harder, feeling your orgasm building. “Yes rub me. Cum in me. I’m almost there.” You text.

“Yessss. MMMMMM. Ooooooo. You feel me spurt inside of you. I’m throbbing inside of you as I shoot you full.”

You imagine him inside of you and feel your body clench with pleasure. You are breathing harder and feel traces of sweat on your skin. 

Falling back onto your bed you type “That was amazing.”

“I hold you in my arms as I let my softening dick slide from you. I feel your heart beat against mine as we lie together on your bed.” Almost as if on cue, your toy slides from you. Lying naked, holding your phone you read “I kiss you and feel your warm body against mine as my breathing slows and our hearts beat against each other.”

“I kiss you, and then say ‘As wonderful as this is, I’m kicking you out. Get dressed and go.’ I stop hugging you and watch as you get up and get dressed.”

“Of course. I quickly get off your bed. Get dressed and kiss you one last time. ‘Should I take the leftovers with me?’ I ask with a smile.”

“Sure. You really commit to the bit. Take your imaginary food home with you, in your imaginary jeep. But I have one question for you.” You look at the screen for a moment, wondering if you really want an answer. “Did you really cum? And Is this really why your marriage fell apart?”

There is a long pause. You start typing “You don’t need to answer that.” 

But before you can send it, you read “Yes, I did. Yes. Sexting fantasy dates and wild imaginary sexual encounters with strangers, instead of real dates with my real wife was one of the factors in our divorce. Let’s stop here for the night. Did you really enjoy that? Or was it too much?”

You delete your unsent message and then respond. “I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t do it all the time like that, but I had fun. Get some sleep. TTYL.” And you finish with a kissing emoji.

Putting your phone down, you clean up and put away your toy. “That was all in my imagination.” You say to yourself. “The Restaurant, the Jeep, and the sex afterwards. If he put that much effort into sexting, he should be writing porn.” You look at yourself in the mirror and smile, “Yes, I would read porn written by ‘NiceGuy63111’ though he would probably have a better name as an author. Something like Nick Steele or Ron Handcock. No those are porn actor names. What are the names of the writers?” you ask aloud.

You finish cleaning up and go to bed. “Maybe I’ll ask Jen if she knows. She won’t believe this when she reads it.”

You pick up your phone and text Jen. “Can I come over tomorrow for breakfast? I’ll bring the syrup if Roger makes pancakes.”

Your phone dings. “Sure. Did you enjoy your time with “NiceGuy”?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow over breakfast.” You reply.

“See you around 9? I’d like to sleep in a bit.”

You smile at that. “OK 9. I’ll pick up syrup on the way. You and Roger enjoy your night.”

“TTYL” she texts and sends a kissing emoji.

You set down your phone and hug one of your pillows. It feels soft against your body. You drift off to sleep, fantasizing about holding a lover in your arms.

(This is the end of Cyber Connection. If you want more about ‘you’ and “NiceGuy63111”, tell me. If you enjoyed this,  Leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, then follow and subscribe. Be Seein’ You.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 6: Restaurant Fantasy

 

Your morning goes okay. There are a few irate customers, but you do your best to smile and be cheerful to them. But it doesn’t help that you keep one eye on the clock. You so badly want to take your meal break and talk with Jen.

Just when you expect the breakfast shift to end, you see a large tour bus pull up in the parking lot and everyone getting off and heading for the restaurant. It’s not something that is too common, but it happens when tour groups of retirees or field trips of students are in town. You sigh and you feel your body sag as you see the elderly people approach the counter. You put on a fake smile and greet each one. You patiently listen as they ask questions about the breakfast sandwiches, the “big boy breakfast” platter, and of course “What time do you start serving lunch?”

Luckily the other cashier, Maria, helps out and it keeps the line moving a bit faster than if you had been by yourself. Both of you give fake smiles at each other when you hear the same question for the third time. You give Maria a knowing look as she calmly explains again, “No sir, Lunch doesn’t start until 10:30, and it is currently 10:06. Would you like something from our Breakfast menu?”

Once the last of the customers has their order, you give Maria a friendly squeeze on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming up. I know you normally do Drive Thru, but I appreciate the help.” She smiles. “You’re welcome. The morning commuters are all gone. When I saw the bus, I knew you needed a hand.”

“I’m going to take my meal break. Can I bring you back a coffee or something?” You ask as you grab your windbreaker, and nod to your manager as he comes up.

“Can you bring me back one of those large ‘Pumpkin Spice Lattes’?” She answers with a smile.

“Will do. Be back in a bit.”

Your phone dings, “Where are you? I’m at the Café” Jen texts.

“On my way. Old folks tour bus.” You respond.

Using the app, you place an order for a spiced coffee, and donut. Then you add another one for Maria’s Pumpkin Spice Latte but just keep it in the cart until you and Jen are done.

Grabbing your order, you sit down with Jen whose drink is half done, along with most of her cinnamon roll. “So, what sexy thing do you want to show me today?” she asks as she leans forward.  

You scroll to the beginning of last nights texting session, and hand it over to her.

After a moment she says, “Wait, What? You massaged his feet by sexting?”

You lean in and have her lower her voice, “Yeah, sort of. I got some foot lotion from that gift basket my aunt sent me, so I could describe the smell and feel of the lotion.”

She gives you a confused look. “Then I described how it would feel as I rubbed his feet.”

Jen sipped her drink. “And this worked?”

You nod “Keep reading.”

She comes to the part where she reads ‘I want to lick your pussy.’ “Whoa, so you turned him on by sexting about rubbing his feet?”

You give her a knowing smile “Apparently so.” You lean in even closer and quietly say “And the best part was I pulled off my pants and played with myself as he described licking me.”

Jen looks back down and continues reading until the end. At one point she shifts in her seat and adjusts her sport coat to more fully cover her chest.

“Are you getting excited, Miss Jen?” you playfully ask.

She hands your phone back. “The next time Roger goes on a business trip, I know what we’ll try.”

She takes a deep drink from her cup and waits for a moment. “Are you going to wait until later in the week and try something different with your NiceGuy?”

You lean back in your chair for moment, enjoying that you got Jen all hot and bothered.  “Yes. I’ll chat with Bobby a little during the week, but if I have either day of the weekend off, I’ll see if we can do a full sexting session.”

She nods and finishes her drink and roll. “I need to get back to the office. I’ll have to see if Roger and I can do something to turn you on at an inappropriate time.”

You smile at her as you place the order for Maria’s drink. “You do all the time. I just do a better job hiding it.”  You hug and she leaves.

Maria is back at the drive thru, so you hand her the cup. She places the other hand over the microphone “What do I owe you?”

You smile, “It’s on me. Why don’t you just get me something next time you go.” She nods and finishes taking an order.

The rest of your shift is relatively uneventful. Before you go, you ask the manager, “What is the chance that I can get the weekend off again?”

“I’ll do the schedule later on, but some of the newer kids really need more Saturday time. I’ll see what happens. Do you have a preference if I need you to work part of the weekend?”

 “Saturday. I don’t mind working Sunday if I have Saturday off.” You quickly respond, knowing that Bobby goes to church on Sundays.

Your manager writes a note on the corner of his clipboard. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At home, you do your normal routine; changing out of work clothes, making a quick dinner, checking through mail & emails, and then chatting with folks. A couple of random guys send you DMs, but they look fake so you block them, and wait for ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“How was your day?” Pops up on your screen.

You smile as you reply “It was good.” You tell him about your morning with the tour bus full of senior citizens.

“LOL. Of course. Was Jen angry that you were late?”  He types.

“No. She understands that those things happen when you work fast food. How was your day?”

He describes his day and tells you that things are busy but okay. Not as stressful as yesterday.

“Speaking of yesterday, I had an idea. I might have Saturday off, so would you be interested in doing a special sexting session Friday night?”

His cursor blinks on the screen for a few minutes and then you read “Ok. Do you have something in mind?”  

“You enjoyed the Fair, and my foot massage. I was thinking of creating a fantasy for you of us going out. A dinner or maybe a movie?” You think back to the fantasy of the two of you on the couch watching a video.

“Ok. If you create the fantasy of a restaurant date, I’ll come up with a good sexting session. Would you like it to be in my bedroom, yours, or maybe the car in the restaurant parking lot?”  He offers.

“I hadn’t thought about in the car. Maybe flirting in the restaurant, some teasing in the car, and then back to my place?” Already you have images filling your mind.

“Ok, your place, so that way, when you are tired of me you can kick me out and send me home.” He types followed by a winking emoji.

“LoL. Of course. I’m a ‘use ‘em and kick ‘em out’ kinda girl.” You respond with a laughing emoji.

You both agree to just do ‘quick friendly updates’ the rest of the week. The only time either of you will mention the plan for Friday is if you need details for the story.

“Rest well my lovely lady. I will log off and have a late supper. I hadn’t eaten yet and the idea of a restaurant meal with you has me hungry.”  

“TTYL” you type with a kissing emoji.

The rest of the week goes as usual. Work is typical. Some customers are friendly, some are irritated, and some just can make up their minds. You handle each of them as if they are special and important, which makes even the irritated ones, soften and smile.

For your meal breaks, you still meet up with Jen. She enjoys getting out of the office and she helps by giving you ideas for the restaurant fantasy.

Chatting with Bobby, you ask “Would you prefer a fancy restaurant, or just a nice restaurant?”

“A nice restaurant. Somewhere you can wear a dress that is comfortable, but you aren’t worried if you spill something on it. That way I can wear a shirt without a tie or coat.”

“Okay. Is there a type of food that you would like?” You respond.

“Maybe somewhere with seafood, or a steak house. But we could also do Chinese, Italian, or something else ethnic.”

“Near me there is a nice restaurant that has burgers, steaks, and a ‘catch of the day’. No shrimp or crabs, but fish, and I think fried oysters or clams.” Thinking of ‘Chez Earnie’ which was going to be a French restaurant before the owner changed chefs and made it a family restaurant but kept the name.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look forward to reading your description.” He types.

 After logging off, you work on the fantasy. Bobby picking you up at your apartment, and going to ‘Chez Earnie’. You go online and look at their menu. You type of couple of options for the story. Each night you work on it, adding details and ideas. Describing your dress, a mid-length summer dress with a floral pattern that you have in your closet. You are tempted to put it on and take a couple of selfies. “No. I want his imagination to fill in the gaps. That’s what he told me.”

You type up your description of the restaurant, your outfit, sitting close to him, and teasing him as you eat.

All week you write, read, edit, and reread it until you were happy with it. During your chats with Bobby, you don’t really let in on how it is going.

On Friday, during your meal break, you talk to Jen about “after dinner sex”. You describe the plan of going back to your place, but could you do something before that?

She smiles as she leans back in her chair for a moment, then moves nice and close. In an almost conspiratorial tone she asks “Have you ever given a ‘handy’ in public?” You feel your face get warm as you feel embarrassed by the question. “No. Have you?” But then you feel stupid asking. Of course she has. She did it on the Ferris wheel. “I mean, have you done that in a restaurant?” you correct yourself.

She leans closer “Roger fingered me in one once, and I did him in a movie theater.”

“Did anyone say anything?” You ask.

“No but we got a few strange looks both times.” She says and straightens up.

You think about it. It is all a fantasy, and you won’t be in a real restaurant. “Ok. I’ll think about it. You’ve given me a couple more ideas.”

That evening, you just eat a salad. You want to focus on the fantasy. In preparation you, set up your toy and lube next to your bed. Your phone is charged up, so even though you will start by using the computer, you can switch to your phone and more easily enjoy yourself, when it’s time.

Soon you read “How was your day?”
You feel butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as you type “It was okay. It’s Friday, are you ready for a sexting fantasy?”

There is a small delay before he responds. “It is Friday. Would you like to ‘go out for dinner’?”

You have your story open in another window. “Yes. I’m wearing a light summer dress. It goes down to my knees. It’s cotton and in a pretty floral pattern. I’m waiting outside of my apartment building for you to pick me up.”

“Because the weather is nice, you see me pull up in a Jeep with the top down.”  

You are a little surprised by this. “You have a Jeep?” you respond.

“Tonight I do. It’s dark green with gold and black trim. I pull up, get out and open the passenger door for you.”

“I walk up, and give you a kiss. What are you wearing?”

“A light blue button up short sleeve shirt, with dark blue slacks. After your kiss, I hold your hand as you step into the Jeep, then close the door.”

“I give you directions to ‘Chez Earnie’, which is a family restaurant. You mentioned fish, steaks, and seafood. They have a little bit of everything.”

“As I drive, I rest my hand on your knee.”

You smile at that, “I adjust the hem of my dress, your hand rests on my bare leg. I’m not wearing stockings or pantyhose.”

“I slowly move my hand up, but then pull my hand away, to better focus on driving.”

“With both your hands on the wheel, I rest my hand on your thigh, slowly moving it closer to your crotch. Teasing you as you drive.” You are glad you aren’t doing this in real life. You would hate to get in a traffic accident.

“I adjust myself in my seat at the traffic light. But don’t remove your hand. ‘How much farther to the restaurant’?”

You think about it. Realistically you would be there by now, so you type “Make that right turn and you’ll see the parking lot and the sign. The building is a small brick and stone building with a patio area for use during good weather.”

“I’ve never been here before. Should we eat out on the patio?”

You look over at your story. You wrote it thinking about the main dining room, but the idea of sitting outside in nice weather sounds so tempting. You shake your head. “Let’s eat inside. The weather is nice but I don’t to worry about bugs.”

“Very well my lovely lady. Whatever you want. I take your hand and escort you into the restaurant.” He types.

You copy and paste parts of your story. Describing the inside of the restaurant. The polite waiter, who waits patiently as you debate over your order. You describe how the tablecloth goes more than halfway to the floor, helping to hide the fact you raised your dress as you sat down. Slowly you rub your bare leg against his pant leg.

“As I take a sip of my water, I place my other hand on your thigh. This time, I’m not driving so I slowly move my hand up along your smooth thigh.”

That wasn’t of your original story, but it is definitely where you want the fantasy to go. You describe the feeling of his hand on your thigh as he moves closer to your crotch. The fabric of your panties is damp, (both in the story and in reality). You write that the waiter brings your food, but you want Bobby to keep his hand where it is. He responds by describing how he moves his fingertips along the wet fabric.

“That feels so good. I cut a piece of my steak, dip it in steak sauce and feed you. You taste the seasonings of their homemade sauce.” You can imagine him teasing you as you feed him. He keeps his hand busy with you as you alternate a forkful of fish with another cube of steak.

“I lean to you and kiss you, so you can taste the steak sauce on my mouth.”

“I kiss you deeper, tasting the sauce and you. I so badly want to finish the meal and go back to my apartment.”

“Waiter, can you give us a ‘doggie bag’ for everything? I think we are done here for the night.”

You quickly type the waiter’s responses and reactions. Bringing a couple of small boxes for the left over steak and fish.

You then describe getting back to the Jeep. Bobby types “As you walk next to me, I rest a hand on your firm ass. I want the waiter and the customers to see how sexy you are.”

He then writes “We climb into the Jeep and drive back to your apartment.”

“Once we are in my apartment, I need you to take the lead for the fantasy from here.”

“I will. I definitely will.”

(This took longer than I planned. I will stop this chapter here and pick up Chapter 7 with “Sexting in the Apartment”. I’m sorry that “Dinner Fantasy took longer than I thought. I could have cut it down, but I like the idea of teasing you and having you asking for more. I’m sorry this one was late, but Chapter 7 will be on time on Friday. I’ll be seeing you.)