Free Use Game Night

Hi everyone! This is the first installment of an expected three-part series. Although the stories are connected, each is perfectly fine as a stand-alone story, so no need to read all parts (but i appreciate it!). I could have put it in the Group category, but i think Slut Wfe is more accurate.

I love feedback, particularly critical.feedback, as it helps me improve my writing, so don't hold back!

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My husband Jeff loves board games. He grew up on Family Game Night with all the old classics: Sorry, Trouble, Game of Life, and later Risk and Monopoly. He carried that passion through into adulthood with more modern offerings like Catan, Carcassonne, and too many others for my poor brain to remember.

In fact, his board gaming passion is just about the only passion we don't share; while I will occasionally dabble in the hobby to humour him, there's simply aren't many games that I find interesting. Which is fine, since he has a stable of friends and acquaintances to game with, and I have no problem with him indulging in his hobby. Of course, this raises the question of what I do while he's gaming. My Jeff-less options are many and varied; shopping, cycling, the gym, meeting with friends, or finding a nice hard cock to keep me occupied.

Let me be clear; extra-marital relations is one of many passions that Jeff and I do share. We are friends with two other couples who are into swap/group play, and we each maintain a "side piece" or two that we occasionally meet with separately or invite to join us. All told, either one or both of us is involved in sex with someone else probably about once a week on average, and we spend a significant portion of the rest of the week climbing all over each other, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

One of our annual marital traditions, stretching back twelve years to our first year of marriage, is our Valentine's Day Endurance Rally. Every year on that special day, we'd go out for a special dinner, followed by a walk or cruise (depending on the weather), and to finish, we'd fuck until one of us tapped out. The "winner" (although seriously, four to six hours of non-stop sex? We were both winners!) would get to choose the restaurant for the following year. And for the last several years, the winner also got to choose a sexual adventure for the other to arrange some time over the next year. After three straight years of catering to Jeff's wildest fantasies, it was finally my turn.

So what, I hear you asking, does this have to do with board gaming? Simple; I told him I wanted to fuck his friends on game night.

Of course, this would require some planning. First question: who to invite? Single guys, not close friends (could be awkward). Guys who would take part but not talk about it in the gaming group. Jeff's solution was to start by hosting his group's monthly meeting at our place in July as a combination Game Day/Pool Party; we had room to set up several table on the patio around the pool, some in the sun, some shaded. It worked fairly well; any guy who brought a "plus one" was out of consideration, and I got to see how the others reacted by the simple measure of hanging out at the pool in a rather daring swimsuit. Jeff pretended to be oblivious to the attention I drew as I walked back and forth with drinks and snacks, and even encouraged those who had brought trunks to enjoy the pool while not playing; coincidently, these suggestions tended to happen while I was enjoying the water. As a result, I was able to get a bit closer to a few of them than would normally have been socially appropriate. A few got daring enough to touch my arms or waist in a flirtatious manner; a gentle squeeze to the front of their trunks, combined with a wink and "not in front of my husband" was enough to make my selections. Jeff and I nearly outdid our Valentine's Day performance that night.

The actual event didn't happen until a cloudy Saturday in early September; a much more subdued indoor gathering with my four chosen participants. With the stated intention of allowing as much time as possible for gaming, they were instructed to show up around 11:00, with games starting at 12:00. I was dressed to impress -- short sundress with a low neckline and a wide belt to emphasize my figure, and heels high enough to emphasize my legs but not high enough to be clearly a seduction prop -- and I greeted each new arrival with a wide smile and a touch on the arm to set the tone. Jeff got them settled in the living room while I served refreshments, giving them all a chance to check me out as I moved around the room, before disappearing to "let them get started", at which time Jeff led them all to the large oval gaming table in the rec room. The long hanging tablecloth disguised the fact that I was crouched underneath.

The first game was 7 Wonders, a light, fast-paced game great for five players. Once things were set up and the game started in earnest, I put my own plan into action, carefully crawling over to Jeff's chair and quietly opening his pants. He did well, managing to keep up with the game and the banter without betraying that he was receiving an expert blowjob at the same time. But this was only warm up, so after a few minutes, I released him and picked another player at random. Matt turned out to be the next recipient of my attention; he jumped slightly when my hands touched his thighs, but quickly relaxed when he realized what was up. A few minutes coaxing his modest member to full attention, and then I was moving on. Eddie, in contrast, was certainly no poker player; while he didn't exactly announce my what was happening, he was clearly distracted by my mouth on his thick tool, giving away to Brandon and Tyson that something was up. By the time I had Tyson's dickhead tickling my tonsils, they of course all knew, but to my delight kept on as if nothing was happening.

I continued moving around under the table, teasing each of the four visiting cocks in turn, getting them nice and primed for what was to come...and to cum. Finally, after three rounds of the game (and one delightful sticky mouthful courtesy of Brandon), Jeff's phone went off to signify the arrival of the pizzas, and I used the inevitable feeding frenzy as a distraction to slip out unnoticed to prepare for the real fun.

Jeff, of course, pulled off the setup wonderfully, opening the next intended game with a sudden' "Oh shit!" as if he hadn't realized the game was limited to four players instead of five. "No problem," he assured them. "It's not a long game, we can just play five rounds and take turns sitting out. Fifth player can hang out in the next room, just chill on your phone or watch TV or whatever. I'll sit out the first round, if that's ok with everyone." All agreed, of course, and Jeff spent the first round supervising and making sure everyone understood the game, while I waited impatiently. Finally, the round was over, and Tyson volunteered to sit out the second round, wandering into the appointed "waiting room"...to see me lounging across the couch.

"Close the door," I mouthed at him, making a show of keeping quiet in spite of the covering sound of the TV in the corner. He complied, and made his was slowly across the room. Standing uncertainly in front of me with a shy smile, he made a motion to undo his pants, but I stopped him. "What kind of gamer are you?" I chided him. "You should know to always read the rules first." At that I slowly raised the hem of my skirt to reveal my tiny black thong, which bore the words, "It ain't gonna lick itself." Yep. That's me being subtle as fuck.

His smile grew wider as he obediently dropped to the couch next to my feet. I raised my skirt higher, opening my legs to let him in. He leaned forward, sliding the triangle of fabric to the side, and dove in eagerly; my pussy was already wet and primed from anticipation (and the head start I'd given myself while I was waiting) and I moaned softly as he got to work, lapping me thoroughly up and down with long, slow licks. "Oh, yesss," I hissed in encouragement, my hands moving to the back of his head to help guide him to the perfect spot. He moved up, dedicating attention to my clit, and I hummed in approval as I felt a thick finger slide inside me. "Oh, God, yes, keep doing that," I begged, and wonder of wonders, he actually did! No messing around, no changing the pace, just a steady lapping at my clit while he slowly slid his finger in and out, encouraged by my steady stream of gasps and soft moans.

All too soon, there was a knock at the door as Jeff announced the end of the round, and Tyson was gone. To be replaced a few moments later by a dumbstruck Eddie. I was already massively turned on, thanks to Tyson's efforts, so I simply spread my legs and crooked a finger, and Eddie was at my feet. He was more tentative than Tyson, definitely less experienced at pleasing a woman orally, but I was turned on to the point that it didn't matter all that much; his enthusiastic efforts were enough to keep me cooking, and I cooed and squirmed under his tongue as he did his best. A sudden flicker of his tongue caught me off guard, my hips leaping up against his face as a surge of pleasure rocked my brain, but before he could follow up, there was a knock at the door, and our time was over. I was on fire, hungry for the next contender.

I still smile thinking of the sight that greeted Brandon as he unsuspectingly entered the room; me sprawled out on the couch, hem up around my waist, neckline pushed open to expose my boobs. One hand squeezing and tweaking my nipples, the other down inside my thong, two fingers squelching away inside my sopping wet pussy. He crossed the room with a few quick strides, peeled my tiny panties off my hips and over my feet in one smooth motion, and buried his face in my snatch. He licked me much more aggressively than the others had, which was exactly what I needed, and in no time I cried out, twitching as a small climax rolled through me. "Good boy," I told him, panting from the aftereffects of my orgasm, desperate for more. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Lick me some more. I need to cum again. Oh, God yes, make me cum!" I could feel it building; close to an hour of dedicated oral service from these young men had me on the edge of a massive release. It was close, so close, closer, right there!

Knock knock. "Fuck!" I yelled in frustration as Brandon stopped what he was doing and sat up, leaving me hanging in the worst way, right on the very brink of an explosion. But rules were rules. I gently massaged my abandoned pussy as he headed toward the door, reassuring it that more was just around the corner.

Poor Matt barely had time to close the door. Meeting him halfway across the room, I pushed him down into a sitting position, threw one leg over his shoulder, and smashed my dripping womanhood directly into his face. He responded eagerly, tongue lashing out obediently as I directed him to "just fucking do me". I growled as he dug in, pushing his long tongue inside, slapping it along the full length of my slit, working my clit furiously, rolling and sucking it between his lips. "Fuck yeah. Fuck!" I growled as he worked my folds like a pro, and in no time I was back on the edge, my legs quivering with the precurser to full release. I pushed him farther down until he was lying on his back and sat directly on his face, holding the coffee table for balance. I rolled my hips, humping his face as he ate me like a starving animal, driving me wild as I hurtled toward the peak of orgasmic bliss. Closer. Closer. Come on. "Fuck." I gasped. "Fuck. Fuck yeah. Oh my God. Fuck fuck fuck fuck yes, holy shit, yeah!" I let out a long, wordless howl as I hit the peak, loud enough that the guys in the next room all knew I was cumming like an avalanche. I shook madly on top of Matt's face, nearly drowning in a sudden gush of wetness as he bravely kept licking right through my orgasm, coaxing spasm after spasm out of me until I couldn't handle any more. I pushed myself back off his face as my orgasm gradually subsided, then hauled myself back onto the couch to recover. Matt sat up, smiling from ear to ear, and exited the room to a solid round of applause from the others.

The game was still in progress when I emerged from the room to make a well-earned washroom run. By the time I returned, rested and ready for more, they were wrapping up, and debating whether to switch games to another 5-player or do another cycle of 4-player. "Keep up with this one," I suggested. "It's Jeff's turn to sit out anyway, and there's something I need him for."

Ever the gentleman, my husband immediately got up from behind the table, walking over to me as the others started setting up the next round. "What do you need me to do?"

I peeled my dress over my head and stood naked in front of everyone for the first time. "Me," I answered simply, turning around and bending over the bar.

Never one to be shy in front of others, or to pass up an opportunity to fill me up with his cock, Jeff immediately dropped his pants and reached for the condom I had pulled out from the stash behind the bar. We didn't usually use them, but with the plans for the evening involving all five available cocks being inside me at some point, we felt our guests would appreciate not dealing with "sloppy seconds" (and thirds, fourths...), so he slipped it on quickly and then rammed straight into me without hesitation. I grunted at the sudden invasion, but quickly adjusted as he started pumping steadily with a rhythm that he knew drove me wild. A chorus of whoops and catcalls erupted from around the table, but, fully in tune with the spirit of the evening, they soon returned to their game as Jeff continued to fuck me, knowing that after the round was over, someone else would be getting a turn.

With only a limited amount of time available, he was clearly on a mission to school our friends on the proper way to plough his wife, and I have to say, he was giving them a hell of a lesson! As much as I typically love starting slow and easy with him, the buildup and the extended oral sessions had me massively turned on, eager to skip that "sensitive" stuff and just get fucked senseless. And on that score, he was all in (pun intended), plumbing my innermost depths with each long stroke, and it was everything I needed. I groaned and shook as he serviced my eager pussy, each stroke driving me closer to climax. A detached part of my brain heard Tyson declare the final round of the game, and I began pushing back against my husband's thrusts, desperate to have him bring me off before our time was up. Jeff responded by increasing his pace, driving hard for our shared finish line.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned as I lurched closer to the edge. And closer. "Fuck me, Jeff. Yes. Like that. Don't stop. Make me cum. Yes. Almost there." I was panting from the effort, but I could feel it building. "Yes. Yes. There it is. I'm cumming. Oh, God I'm cumming, Babe!" I grabbed the bar for support as my knees buckled from the force of my orgasm; Jeff gave me a few final, frenzied strokes before howling out his own completion. He pulsed inside me again and again, emptying himself inside the condom while simultaneously supporting me until I regained control of my legs.

Just in time, too. As he withdrew with a soft squishing sound, Brandon was already waiting, while the others looked on with interest. Jeff simply reached out for a tissue to clean himself up, and held out a hand for Brandon to tag in like a pro wrestler (do guys ever grow up?) before stepping aside. I looked over my shoulder to throw Brandon a wink and a smile, then stuck my ass out a little further and wagged it in invitation. He wasted no time, rolling on a condom and driving balls-deep in a single stroke. As usual, having already cum once (ok, three times if you count the oral warm-up), the long orgasmic climb wasn't necessary; the continuing stimulation kept me hovering close to the peak, and in no time I was growling and moaning along with Brandon's thrusts. Unfortunately, he was proving to be a bit of a "quick draw", and in mere minutes he gave a few quick thrusts and emptied his load for the second time. He mumbled a bit of an apology as he pulled out sheepishly.

"Hey," I told him as he sfarted turning to walk away. "Their game isn't over yet!" Taking his hand, I led him over to the couch along the wall, which was already positioned to ensure everyone at the table would have a good view (foresight, thy name is Jeff), and sat him down. Guiding him into a reclined position, I straddled his face and leaned down to take his softening dick in my mouth. A few minutes of sucking while his tongue kept my pussy busy, and he was back up and ready to go. A quick rearrangement, and my ankles were beside my ears and he entered me again, his body weight on top of me turning his thrusts into piledrivers.

"Oh fuck. Shit. Shit, yes," I moaned as he drilled me hard, nearly driving the breath from my body with each thrust, the position and the extra force making his cock feel huge inside me. I noticed the other men standing around the couch as he started picking up the pace; apparently by unspoken agreement, they were giving him a few extra minutes in compensation for his early finish. And he wasn't the only one who appreciated it; his actions were driving me wild, and I fought to breathe as he lost control in a wild flurry of thrusts. I screamed in ecstacy as I came, feeling him let loose inside me at almost the same moment. He climbed off me and I sat up to catch my breath, and then Eddie was tagged in.

So it went for the next hour. Eddie nearly splitting me in half with his thick tool as I perched on the edge of the couch and he knelt in front of me, bringing me off with the help of his fingers on my clit. Matt bringing me to two powerful climaxes in two different positions on the couch. And then Tyson, his long tool filling me almost beyond capacity as I rode him to another screaming orgasm in Reverse Cowgirl. Once again, the game finished before Tyson did, and the guys gathered around to enjoy the show until he grunted and blew his load inside me.

We mutually declared a rest/refreshment break as I carefully raised myself off Tyson's wonderful cock. Drinks were poured, facilities were used, snacks and finger sandwiches were consumed, and Tyson regretfully announced that he needed to be on his way, leaving the others wondering what was next.

Jeff came to their rescue. "I think we have time to try out one more game," he announced, knowing there was one more thing I had requested to round out the evening. "But there's actually something I need to take care of, so why don't you guys play a round without me?" And with that, he headed upstairs.

"Well?" I asked the three remaining players. Unlike them, I had remained naked (except for my shoes) throughout our break. "You heard the man. He wants us to play around without him." Grins appeared and clothes disappeared as the guys got my meaning.

I was completely in control of the situation now, directing them to their appointed positions with impatient gestures. Eddie stretched out flat on the couch as I sank down on his fat cock. Brandon stood next to my head as I took him in my mouth again. And Matt completed the "Airtight", applying a generous amount of lube before climbing in behind me and carefully penetrating my waiting asshole.

Holy fuck! In my various sexual adventures prior to this, I had of course done anal, with Jeff and others, had even been "spit-roasted" a few times, but this was something I had been fantasizing about for years but had yet to try. The combined sensations from having all three of my openings filled at once, plus the emotional thrill of taking part in one of my ultimate fantasies, had me.flying even before they started moving. When Matt took the lead role to coordinate movements with Eddie, I almost came instantly.

I sucked Brandon furiously, trying to maintain some level of coordination as Matt and Eddie stroked steadily into me, driving me absolutely wild. I had never felt so wanton, so wanted, so full, and my body shook as my first climax in this arrangement rolled over me, followed less than a minute later by another. I wanted to cry out, to beg them to fuck me, to fill me, to use me like the dirty fucking slut I was, but my mouth was stuffed full of cock, so all I could do was whimper in delight as my body rapidly lost control.

Once again, Matt took over (had he done this before?? Worth investigating...), anchoring his position on the couch and grabbing my hips to rock me forward and back on his and Eddie's cocks. Brandon joined the rhythm, moving his hips in time to help me maintain my oral efforts. The perfect synchronization was too much; I lost it completely as I came again. And again. Multiple orgasms slamming into me back to back. I was floating in a sea of pleasure, driven from my body by the relentless onslaught of overwhelming sensations. I was a sexual thing, a Nymph, if you like, existing only for endless carnal indulgence.

Unfortunately, it couldn't - and didn't -- last forever. Eddie came first, hips bucking upward as he emptied his balls into the condom. Matt held my hips still and pumped a few more rapid strokes into my ass before growling in completion seconds later. Hearing the others express their release, I could feel Brandon relax; he clearly had been fighting his own climax for some time, and now that they were done he held my head carefully and let go into my mouth. His fourth ejaculation of the night, but somehow he still produced enough to fill me up and dribble down my chin. I released him and collapsed forward onto Eddie, gasping and groaning as the endless series of orgasms finally subsided, leaving me drained and absolutely satisfied.

We gradually disentangled ourselves, and I sat up to see Jeff watching us from the doorway, smiling from ear to ear at the sight. It was clear that game night had concluded, and I relaxed on the couch as the guys got dressed and headed out. Eyes closed, I heard the door close and Jeff's footsteps reenter the room. Without a word, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to the master suite where he had already prepared a warm bath for me to soak my exhausted body.

I relaxed in the tub for an hour or so, stretching tired muscles as I let my mind roll over the events of the day. At last, as the hot water headed inexorably toward lukewarm, I climbed out and patted myself dry. Wrapping my hair up in a towel turban, I walked naked into the bedroom to thank my husband properly for the amazing gift he had given me.