Reality and fantasy

[Suzy-Q]

First, the reality.

Before mom's stroke, Tom and I had a deal.  First, you must understand we have a finished basement with a wet bar, perfect for entertaining.  Whenever I had friends over for a girl's night, he served as bartender for us.  He wore black slacks with a long sleeve white shirt, a black bowtie and a red vest.  He played the part to the hilt and my friends loved it!  MY side of the deal was when he had his friends over for poker night every other Wednesday, I was their cocktail waitress, serving drinks, snacks and generally flirting the way any waitress would.  [Got to think about those tips, right? ;-)]  One of the things I loved was since the guys are all longtime friends with whom I felt comfortable, I could indulge my exhibitionist streak to a small extent, wearing one of two sexy outfits I would NEVER have the nerve to wear in public (see below).  Another thing I loved was because I was just playing a role and all the guys (Tom included) understood that, I could act a little sluttish, just enough to have some fun without anyone getting the wrong idea.

How sluttish?  Well, if not otherwise occupied with my waitress duties, the first player in each game to fold his hand usually found me in his lap.  I'd lean against him with my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist, sometimes with his hand on my thigh, keeping him company while he waited for the next deal.  I felt more than one erection grow beneath me while doing that and since all the guys are married, I got a big kick out of sending them home to their wives rarin' to go!  We also had soft background music playing and knowing I love to dance, each of the guys would sit out one or two hands to slow dance with me over the course of the evening.  That bustier is cut very low in the rear, nearly to my waist, so I'd normally get a very nice back rub during those dances, occasionally a few kisses and once in a while, when someone had one too many drinks, a slow, gentle butt massage, which I enjoyed far more than I ever let on.  I felt a few erections grow during those dances, too, and when I did, I tried my best, within reason, to encourage the growth!  I'm so evil!  I was always curious to know if the wives wondered why their husbands always came home so horny on poker night and if the guys fantasized about me while making love to them.  Naturally, I got a pat on the butt when serving drinks or snacks, which the guys enjoyed and I thought was cute.  Sometimes one of them would ask me to stand next to him for 'luck', so I'd stand next to his chair and drape my arm around his shoulder while he put one arm around my waist and rested his hand on my hip.

I was standing like that next to Brad one night and, being a little in his cups, he slipped his hand UNDER my skirt and rested it on my hip.  He didn't try to put his hand anyplace else so I let it slide.  Later in the evening, Mitch, who was the joker in the crowd, had a big pot going and asked me to stand next to him.  When I draped my arm around his shoulder, he flashed a big grin at me and his hand was immediately under my skirt and on my hip!  I knew he was teasing me for letting Brad get away with it and looking for a reaction, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.  I just smiled at him and left his hand where it was.  After that, it became something of a tradition for any player who needed luck to slip his hand under my skirt and rest it on my hip.  None of them ever tried anything, although sometimes they would slowly rub my hip instead of leaving their hand still.  Honestly, I think they just liked the feeling of my pantyhose. 

I didn't worry about any of it, not even the hands under my skirt, because not only did I know all the players very well, THEY knew better than to get too frisky with Tom right there.  He's really not the type you want to anger!

To tell the truth, although I did a lot of cocktail waitress type work at those games and was tired at the end of the night, I really miss them.  All the attention those guys gave me was a great boost to my ego!

As soon as I get time to complete it, I'll post the corresponding fantasy.  And yes, there will be pictures!

[Quixote]

I've always meant to learn to play poker ...

[Eggert]

Nice. The black outfit is very sexy

[Violet]

Like the pictures - you look as if you are in dire need to be used and abused.
Looking forward to the fantasy story.

[Dr_BuzzCzar]

"That bustier is cut very low in the rear, nearly to my waist" Show me, please?

I'm looking forward to the fantasy too.

[Suzy-Q]

Poker's easy, Q.  You just have to know when to hold them and know when to fold them. I'd be happy to give you some pointers.


Thanks, E. Funny, Tom liked both, but thought the WHITE was just a little sexier. It didn't seem to matter to the guys which I wore because they always gave me the same level of attention.


I'm not sure I NEED use and abuse, V, but there's no doubt I WANT it! Heavy on the use with just enough abuse to make it interesting!


Your wish is my command, Doc.  This should not only show how low the bustiers are cut, but also just how short those skirts REALLY are! As you can see, it wasn't very difficult for the guys to get their hands under there, and I'm not just talking about my attitude! 

[Quixote]

There's a beautiful pussy in that photograph. 

What?  I like cats!  :-P

[Eggert]

Can only agree with you...

Strangely enough! I like cats too

There's a beautiful pussy in that photograph. 

What?  I like cats!  :-P

[Lancer]

Damn, Suzy!  Great legs, girl!  I'd love to feel them wrapped around my waist!

The reality was HOT, so I can't WAIT for the fantasy!  When you were sitting in a players lap and felt his erection pressing against your ass, I bet you ground yourself against his cock to make him even harder, didn't you?  The vision of you on the dance floor in one of those SEXY outfits with some guy kissing you, rubbing your back and fondling your ass while your husband plays cards nearby is a major turn-on to me as well!  Did any of them ever hike up your skirt in the rear so there was nothing between your ass and their hands but pantyhose?  That's what I would have done!

I think it's great your husband is open minded enough to let you have a little fun without becoming jealous.  I just wish I'd been invited to play! 

[Dr_BuzzCzar]

Your wish is my command, Doc.  This should not only show how low the bustiers are cut, but also just how short those skirts REALLY are! As you can see, it wasn't very difficult for the guys to get their hands under there, and I'm not just talking about my attitude!

Music to my eyes...would say ears but we're reading not hearing and I get caught up in the semantics and then go off on tangents that have nothing to do with those great legs, that beautiful bare back and the even better attitude. Thank you. Cat? Sorry must have been mesmerized by something else and missed it.

[luckytom]

"...wearing one of two sexy outfits..."

Hmmm.  I seem to recall one time when you deviated from the norm and wore something else, or shouldn't we go there? ;-)

[Suzy-Q]

"...wearing one of two sexy outfits..."

Hmmm.  I seem to recall one time when you deviated from the norm and wore something else, or shouldn't we go there? ;-)

BLABBERMOUTH!!!!   

[Suzy-Q]

Reply to Lancer:

"When you were sitting in a players lap and felt his erection pressing against your ass, I bet you ground yourself against his cock to make him even harder, didn't you?"

Let's just say I occasionally found it necessary to reposition myself to get more comfortable!

"Did any of them ever hike up your skirt in the rear so there was nothing between your ass and their hands but pantyhose?"

No, none of them ever hiked up my skirt to play with my butt, although sometimes their hands were UNDER my skirt, which is nearly the same, I guess.

"I think it's great your husband is open minded enough to let you have a little fun without becoming jealous."

Jealousy is born of mistrust, Lancer, and Tom KNOWS he can trust me.  He knows I would never cheat on him nor would I (with the exception of poker night) ever allow another man to so much as lay a hand on me.  Due to that, he was okay with me indulging my "exhibitionist slut" fantasy during the games.  Besides, he was right there to make sure no one got out of control, either the guys or me!

[Quixote]

Somebody has to ask.  What did you wear the other time?

Pretty please?

[Suzy-Q]

*sigh*  I'm going to beat Tom, I swear I am going to beat him!  Okay, Q, here goes.

The bustiers have detachable garters, but the skirts are FAR too short to wear with nylons, so I always removed the garters and wore pantyhose.  I figured I was already showing enough of myself without adding to it.  One night when my exhibitionist desires were a little stronger than usual I made the mistake of having two glasses of wine (Or was it three?) before the guys arrived, lowering my inhibitions just enough.  Instead of the pantyhose, I reattached the garters and wore nylons that only came a little higher than mid-thigh.  Got the picture?  Well…



… I also kind of forgot to put on my skirt.  Bustier, panties, nylons and heels, that was my outfit for the evening, parading around in front of six guys, sitting on their laps and dancing with them!  Believe me, I woke up the next morning feeling more than a little embarrassed.

Okay, by popular demand the photo is back!