Scamming the Wives

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2

Chapter Two

We peeked, of course. I think she knew we would and was just teasing us. They left the lights off, but there was plenty of light from the dining room shining in there. There was the low murmur of them talking and then we about freaked as she took off her sweater. She actually let him suck her nipples. They kissed for a while and we could hear them talking softly. She knelt in front of him and unzipped him.

"Oh my gosh!" she moaned as she took it out. Brad really was impressively built.

Then she sucked him off, and it was obvious she was enjoying it. Brad did too, of course. When her sweater was back on and they came back into the dining room his eyes were glazed. She turned to me.

"Next?" she cooed.

In the living room she kissed me and then said "You want to see them too?" Yup, she knew we'd peeked.

"Desperately," I croaked.

"You want me to service you like I did him?"

"Do you really want to know what I want?" I asked.

"I can't do that," she said softly. "I can't cheat on him that much. And besides ... I'm not on anything. Bob can't have children so there's no need."

"I didn't mean that," I gasped. "I just want to taste what I know has to be the sweetest pussy this side of Cleveland."

"Oh my!" she moaned. "I guess I could let you do that."

I started on her nipples, which were delicious. Her pussy was too, and it was shaven, which made it slippery and smooth. I worked her clitty until she exploded and I felt proud. Then she gave me a blow job anyway. She swallowed too.

When we returned to the dining room Danny was bummed out.

"I don't have any chips left," he said. "I guess the game is over."

Chrissy sat down. "I could loan you some," she said. "There would be ... interest ... of course."

Danny's face lit up.

We had two hours left until Bob was supposed to get home. Chrissy started loaning everybody chips and demanding interest. It didn't get any wilder than it already had, but she purely loved to have those nipples sucked, and she sure didn't mind rubbing up against pants full of hard dick to reach an orgasm.

Everything would have been just fine except that Bob, who was actually supposed to go to the office and do some work, decided to go to Bonavista's to eat instead. Which is where he was when Lori, Julie and Tanya, Danny's wife, went in there to eat too. We didn't know it, but this was one of the nights when, on OUR night out, the other ladies had gathered for THEIR night out. Naturally, they were curious as to why he was out eating ... on poker night. His explanation of being called in to work must not have been very convincing, because Julie called Chrissy.

Of course we didn't know who it was on the phone. All we could hear was Chrissy's end of the conversation. It went like this:

"The game's going on right now. He had an emergency at work so I sat in for him."

She listened.

"He was where?"

More listening.

"He's right there with you? Right now?"

There was more talking on the other end and she said "You bet I will. I'll talk to you later. Don't let him go anywhere until I call you."

She hung up and came back to the dining room. I think all three of us knew we were in trouble. There was only one "he" she could have been asking those questions about.

"You want to tell me what the fuck is going on?" she asked. You know those thunder clouds that can appear on a woman's face? They were on Chrissy's face just then.

Brad was the weak one. "No," he said and then clapped his hand over his mouth.

We were fucked then. If we'd have just played stupid, like we didn't know anything at all about what Bob was up to, we might have skated. He'd have been in big trouble, but we might have gotten off the hook.

Then again, as things turned out, I'm kind of glad Brad broke. Sort of.

And he did break. He spilled his guts. OK, we all spilled our guts, about lusting after each other's wives and how hot they all were and how we had hatched this plan to have a little fun and work on some fantasies. We tried to make it sound harmless, but she zeroed in on the main point.

"You mean my husband left me here knowing you guys were going to hit on me?" She sounded both incredulous and pissed off.

"It wasn't supposed to be anything more than a little grab-assing," moaned Brad.

"I sucked your dick, Brad!" she squealed. She turned to me. "And yours too, you ... you ... you ... prick!" She wasn't done yelling. She looked at Danny. "And I was willing to suck yours too, because I cleaned you out!"

She slumped. "But I didn' clean you out. You lost on purpose."

Danny was agonized. "Only because I was so hot for you, Chrissy," he moaned, thinking that was a good thing to say.

She blinked. "And Bob knew you were hot for me," she said. "Just like he's hot for all of your wives!"

"We're all guilty," I said. "Don't take it out on Bob. We all agreed to this stupid plan."

"So it was stupid?" she asked. "I gave you a stupid blow job?"

"That's not what I meant," I groaned.

"I knew what you meant," she said. "But Bob has to pay."

We sat silent.

"And you three are going to help me make him pay."

Danny thought we were being thrown a bone.

"We'll do anything. It was just supposed to be for some laughs. We didn't mean for anybody to get mad."

She stood up. "Don't any of you go anywhere, she said. "And don't talk until I get back."

She went to the phone and dialed. She kept her voice down this time but it was clear she was agitated. It was a long conversation too. She hung up and came back.

She looked at Brad. "You told the truth, so you're first. Come with me."

"Where are we going?" asked Brad, his voice shaky.

"Bob wanted you to lust after me. He decided to let you play with me. We're going to go play." She pulled him toward their bedroom. They went inside and she closed the door.

I looked at Danny. He shrugged, and then said, "You don't suppose..."

"No way," I said. "She's pissed at us."

"But she's even more pissed at Bob," he said. "What better way to get even than ..."

We were at that door within fifteen seconds. He pressed his ear against the bottom and I took the top.

"Oh damn, Chrissy!" we heard Brad say.

"Don't make me wait, Brad!" came her voice.

"No Ma'am!" yelped Brad.

It was quiet for a few seconds and then Chrissy groaned.

"You're built like a fucking bull, Brad! Slow down a little!"

And then there were the moans and groans and a knocking sound that we both knew very well. Paint was being marred where the headboard on the bed was whacking it repeatedly. We backed off of the door and stared at each other.

Five minutes later the door opened suddenly.

Brad looked at us, his eyes wide as an owl's. He was only half dressed, pants pulled up and buckled but with his fly hanging open, shirt thrown on but not buttoned or tucked in, and his shoes in his hand. He looked at Danny.

"She says you're next."

Danny went in and the door closed.

I looked at Brad and he looked at me. He had a silly grin on his face.

"You leaving?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Can't," he said. "She said I can't leave until she tells me I can leave. She told me to go get a snack."

"She told you what?" I was dumbfounded.

"You heard me. She said she wants me to recover my energy. Good luck. She's a fucking tiger!"

Danny stumbled out of the room within five minutes. He looked like he'd been through the wringer.

But that was nothing to the sight that greeted me once I got past him. Chrissy was lying naked on her back on the bed, legs spread apart and a hand on her pussy, rubbing rapidly. Said pussy was a mess of white spunk, and she was rubbing it in like crazy. She looked over at me.

"I hope you're a better man than they are," she panted. "Neither of the other two could last and I want to cum really bad!"

Needless to say, it took me no time at all to drop my clothes next to hers at the side of the bed and climb aboard.

I knew the problem immediately. She had a snapping pussy. But so did my wife, so I had some experience at fighting the sensations. Just like I had been proud to bring her off with my mouth, I wanted to bring her off with my cock. It helped that she was slicker than I would have though possible. I had to fuck her for twenty minutes before I cleared her pussy of all that spunk. During that time she got her orgasm. I piled a few more on to boot. Of course having razor sharp nails being dragged across your back and butt help you avoid cumming too.

"Oh Gene, baby, you are a real man," she finally groaned. "Give me your cum, stud. I want it deep in my belly."

"But what about what you said?" I groaned.

"That's his payback. I'm going to get pregnant by one of you three."

"Damn, Chrissy!" I said. "Isn't that a little harsh?"

"Cum in me, Gene. I hope it's yours!"

Well, friends or not, it's pretty hard to pass up an offer like that. I squirted her full.

Like the others I was told to go get something to eat. She told me to send Brad back in. I was pretty shaky on my legs when I stumbled into the kitchen, where the other two were.

"We thought she'd killed you," said Brad.

"She wants you in there again," I said.

"Thanks for giving me time to recuperate," he grinned. He actually ran up to the bedroom.

By the time it was my turn again forty-five minutes had passed. Brad and Danny were done. They both said so, and they both left.

I went to the bedroom. Chrissy was lying there with a blissful look on her face. I looked at her bald pussy. It was gaping open, but there was nothing there except dark emptiness. She saw me looking.

"I wouldn't let them cum in me again," she said. "I made them give me an orgasm and then sucked them off."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're more of a man than any of the three of them," she said. She was including Bob too. "I want your lovely sperm to have a better shot at it than theirs. Your sperm will make a healthy, strong son in my womb."

"Damn, Chrissy," I moaned. "What about Bob?"

"He's the one who decided to get cut. I asked him not to, but he did it anyway. And he left me here with you three. He's just getting what he deserves. Now come here and make my belly swell up with your baby."

I climbed on the bed and started to mount her. She put a hand in my chest.

"Wait a minute," she said. She rolled over and picked up the phone by the bed. She hit speed dial and waited.

"It's me," she said. "I hate to have to tell you this, but they all went for it. Nobody even pretended not to be interested. We need a called meeting in ... give me an hour. You choose the place." In the quiet of the room I heard what sounded suspiciously like my wife's voice saying something. "Got it," Chrissy said, "What? Just keep him there until I get there."

She rolled back onto her back and reached for my dick. "Now come here and make me squeal while you're making me pregnant."

"Who was that?" I asked as I slid into her.

"Never you mind," she sighed. "You just pay attention to business. I want two orgasms."

"I'll give you more than that," I said confidently.

"Two from you, stud," she clarified. "I'm going to have six or seven."

Chrissy was like a woman possessed. She gave me orders. She gave me instructions. She told me when to move and when to stop. She taught me three new techniques. She got her two orgasms, one in the missionary position and the other with me taking her doggy style. I fountained both of them hard into her womb. I was limp when she finally let me go.

I expected her to stay there, but she got up and got dressed with me. She put a tampon in her, to keep my sperm there, she said. When I drove away she did too. I remembered that phone call then.

When I got home nobody was there. I was pretty sure the girls were all together, and I was pretty sure it wasn't over yet. Visions of divorces flashed through my mind. I drank three shots of whiskey and fell into bed.

I don't know when Julie got home, and I don't remember her getting into bed, but she was there in the morning. I didn't know what to say or do. I got up to go use the john. She was looking at me when I got back.

"Have fun last night?" she asked lightly.

I just looked at her warily.

"You're going to have to tell me everything," she said calmly. "All of you are going to have to fess up. You might as well get it over with."

"If you already know, why do I have to confess?"

"It's part of your punishment," she said.

"Are you going to divorce me?" I asked.

"You don't get off that easy," she said. She smiled too, and that made me more nervous than the threat of divorce.

"So ... what are you going to do?"

"We'll discuss that later. First the confession."

So I confessed.

She already knew everything we had told Chrissy. That was obvious because she grilled me about it, making me give more and more details that she seemed to already know. She confirmed that it was Bob's idea in the first place. Then she wanted to know what each of the men had said about all the women. We hadn't told that to Chrissy, but I didn't hold anything back. I was in enough trouble already.

Finally I thought she was done. Then she said "So tell me what you did with Chrissy."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Surely Chrissy hadn't told them how she was punishing Bob. That was crazy!

"When you loaned her chips and she had to pay them back with interest ... what did you do?"

I was much less forthcoming now.

"I kissed her," I said weakly.

"Where?"

"Where do you think?" I yelped. "On the mouth."

"Where else?"

"Honey, don't do this."

"Don't you honey me, Gene. You cheated on me and you're going to confess all of it!" It was pretty obvious that Chrissy had told her at least some of what happened.

"She told YOU?!" I gasped.

"We have no secrets from each other," she said simply. "Now, go on. Tell me what you did."

So I confessed all of it, except the part about Chrissy wanting me to father her child. I couldn't admit that I tried to get her friend pregnant, and I couldn't believe Chrissy would tell them she was trying to get knocked up, "no secrets" or not.

She asked for specifics, such as "When you licked my friend's pussy, did you do it like you do mine?"

What the fuck do you say in a situation like this?

In the end I confessed everything except that I came in Chrissy. I should have known there was something up when she didn't ask if I ejaculated in her friend, but I was just happy not to have to admit that.

When she was done she sat there, thinking.

"Honey, I'm really sorry," I tried. "Things just kind of got carried away."

"Obviously," she snorted. "How could you guys do something like this? We're all such good friends!"

"I don't know," I moaned.

"Men!" she snarled. "Fucking horn dogs, every one of you."

"You're right," I moaned. "But I really do love you. Can't we find a way to get through this? I promise I'll never do it again. I won't even play poker any more."

The look she shot me was intense. "Yes you will!" she said. "You'll keep playing poker just like the others. And don't make promises you can't keep, buster! You guys started this, but we're going to finish it."

I stared at her. I felt like I was in the twilight zone or something. I know my mouth was hanging open.

"All four of you are going to pay for what you did," she said. "Don't you worry about that. We girls are going to take care of that. But as far as you're concerned, nothing has changed, Gene, except that you don't get to touch me for at least a month, maybe more."

"I don't understand," I moaned.

"You will," she said darkly.

I should also have known that the same interrogations were going on all over town. I found out the next day, at work. We managed to call each other to see what the damage was.

The story was the same with all four of us. There was a demand for a full confession, including the part where each of us had to admit that we had offered our wife to the other men. That was followed by interrogation and the vague threat that it wasn't over yet. All of us had been cut off for at least a month.

Bob confirmed that that "called meeting" I'd heard Chrissy talk about on the phone was a meeting of the wives. When Chrissy got there she'd told him to go home, but she'd stayed there with the other wives. They'd obviously talked about it and had made some kind of plan.

The problem was ... none of us guys knew what that plan was.

And the strangest part of all was that all of the wives insisted that the poker games go on.

All of us decided to take our wives out the next Friday night and try to make a good impression. We all pledged to compare notes Saturday, at the game, which was still scheduled at my house.

Saturday afternoon I was walking around on tiptoes. Julie acted like nothing had changed. At one point she was in the kitchen baking cookies. She said they were for the game and then shooed me out. The one difference I noticed was that she got dressed for the game.

Julie is a fairly tall woman. One of my nicknames for her was "Barbie", because she had long well formed legs that melted into hips that were wide and firm. At five feet, eleven inches, whose wide hips looked good on her. Really generous breasts competed for a man's eyes, but her wide smile, and green eyes framed by jet black hair drew almost as much attention.

Julie usually just wore whatever she had on that day when the guys got there for the game. But on this night she changed clothes. It should have told me something, now that I look back on it. But it was summer, so her halter top, which fastened with one big button between her breasts, and a very short denim mini skirt didn't seem all that odd. Neither did it seem odd that she was barefoot.

Danny got there first, standing out on the porch until I told him it was OK to come in. Bob and Brad arrived at the same time, five minutes later.

The table was all set up and we sat down. There was already a beer at each place and the cards were fanned out on the table. The chips were there too.

We all looked at each other, wondering what was going on. Nobody was saying much. Brad dealt the first hand, but I think we were all waiting for a shoe to drop.

It was maybe ten minutes later that Julie came in with a plate of cookies. Four sets of male eyes looked at the cookies, and then the woman carrying them. She was smiling. I realized that that halter top exposed a whale of a lot of her inner breasts. The phone rang as she set the plate on the table.

Julie went and got it.

"It's for you, Gene," she called out.

I looked at the guys. Danny shrugged.

It was Chrissy on the phone.

"Gene, listen to me and don't say anything. Go back in and tell them you got called into work for an emergency. Then come to my house. Got that?"

"Chrissy," I whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Just do it stud. I'll be in the bedroom. You can let yourself in. Remember. All you can say is that you got called in for an emergency. If you say anything else, I'll make you pay, and you won't like it. Clear?"

"Shit, Chrissy," I moaned.

"Gene!" she snapped. "Don't make me come over there. I'm naked, and if I have to come over there I'm coming just like I am. Now get your ass over here."

As I opened my front door to leave, I heard Julie say "I'll sit in for him while he's gone. I understand I can borrow chips from you guys, but that there's interest that has to be paid back with them."

Two hours later I was lying flat on my back. Chrissy was riding me and she was riding me hard. She'd already coaxed two loads out of me, reminding me that I was supposed to be getting her pregnant. She told me it was about time to give her another one.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to work up a good cum when all you can think about is what your three best friends are doing with your wife at that moment?

That was the punishment. The games went on, and every time one started, the host husband was called away and his wife sat in for him.

Then she tried to get pregnant.

The schedule for the games changed, and we didn't understand that, at first, until us guys tumbled to the fact that the new schedule was based on our wives' fertility cycles. That was bad enough, but the other thing that weirded us out was that the games were for real. We actually had to play poker. And anybody caught cheating was banned from either loaning or borrowing chips. That, of course, meant he couldn't charge (or pay) any interest.

And believe me ... everybody in the game wanted to loan or borrow chips.

Of course the women chose what kind of interest would be paid ... or charged. It made for some crazy betting, let me tell you that. The games took a little longer too, seeing as how the interest took longer to pay.

Four months later all four of them were knocked up. And during all four months, none of us got to fuck our own wife. Oh, we all got to fuck the other wives, but somehow it just wasn't the same. It's one thing to be fucking one of your best friend's gorgeous wife. It's another when you can't enjoy it completely because you know that, while you're doing that, your own wife is entertaining three men who are all humping away at her, trying to get her pregnant.

And, of course, part of the punishment was that we never really knew who the fathers were. Even though Chrissy said she liked me best, and I had more time with her than any of the other guys, she still let the others cum in her on subsequent poker nights.

Lori, Brad's wife, had a girl. So did Chrissy. Tanya, Danny's wife, had a boy, as did my wife Julie.

Of course we all knew who wasn't the father of any of them. That was Bob, who was sterile because of the vasectomy.

And that was his punishment for thinking it all up in the first place.

The End

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