Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

    It was my husband’s turn to host the monthly poker night ahead of the Labor Day BBQ he was having for his guy friends. I began the game ritual around noon by making myself cum on the 9in pink dildo that stays in my shower, before stepping out to sit at my make-up mirror. My husband was already in his place naked, kneeling next to it as I dried my hair and applied my mostly pink make-up before using the special perfume. After I moved into my dressing room. He quickly grabbed the buttplug, carefully inserting it in me, then picked up the tiny pink thong sliding up my legs and in place, next was the matching bra he secured and adjusted the straps, pulling a pink bodycon stretch dress on me, finally he placed my heels on my feet. When he stood up, I grabbed his dick firmly, pointing the head to the floor, and stroked. Starting the conditioning phrases. 

“Do you like watching me do my make-up like a sexy whore?... Do you like it when I dress like a sexy whore ?… Do you like helping me dress like a sexy whore?... Do you like having a sexy whore wife?… Do you like dressing me in sexy whore outfits?... Does having a sexy whore wife make you horny?…”. With a change in inflection, I switched to “You like when I’m a sexy whore … You like when I dress like a sexy whore… You like dressing me in sexy whore outfits… You like having a sexy whore Hotwife…  Having a sexy…whore… Hotwife makes you horny…having a sexy whore… Hotwife makes you want to cum…  You want me to feel like a sexy whore by making you cum… You want to cum for your whore Hotwife…” He was close now, “You like when other men look at your sexy whore wife?... You like that other men find your whore wife sexy?... You like knowing other men want your sexy whore HOTwife?” On his absolute edge, “You like that other men want to FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife… Knowing other men would FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife… makes you want to CUM for YOUR sexy whore Hotwife…”

His dick twitched, and I let go the instant before he could cum. Shocked he begged “No Jenn please don’t Please don’t stop now” I laughed “I’ll decide when MY dick gets to cum. If it doesn't behave itself the rest of the weekend it might not even be getting hard for a while” I went to leave but stopped without looking at him, saying “Don’t even think about touching it while I’m gone either” I left him there. Leaving my slutty niece, Alison, to torment him in her tiny black and purple camisole/shorts set that barely clung to her. I went to get supplies for the night and the following day's BBQ. I was gone for a little less than 2 hours, returning to find my husband still at least partially stiff and my niece taking every chance she could to tease him. I put the alcohol in the kitchen, making sure my husband caught a glimpse of a bag from my favorite lingerie boutique. Looking a mix of confused and defeated, I could tell he knew what I was up to, but before he could say anything, “Just some things for Alison and I to wear while we serve your guest tonight.” I could see the movement in his pants as I said the words.

The guest had all arrived while Alison and I prepared ourselves. I had purchased matching lingerie sets, one in pink for me, the other in purple for her. The top was a lacy sheer micro mesh bralette, with a strappy thong, covered only by a 12in wide stretched thin black micro skirt with attached garter straps supporting thigh high stockings in our respective colors. Our 6in heels paired with our outfits, as did our eye make-up and glossy lips. We added a buttplug each with the corresponding colored jewel. We both wore our hair up in messy buns, held up with black hair sticks. 

All eight men stopped and stared when Alison and I walked down the steps to the basement bar. In a flirty seductive voice I greeted the party, “Hey guys, this is Alison. She is going to be helping me serve all your needs tonight” putting an extra inflection on the last part.  The look on my husband’s face was priceless, stunned, excited and worried at what he knew was going on.  It was clear that there wasn’t a single cock not hard as stone, including my husband. We placed a tray of various snacks on the bar top before grabbing any empty glasses off the table and refilling them. We made sure to give all the men as much of a view of our assets, leaning whenever possible, as we did. Alison and I constantly flirted with each of the men, often taking seats on their laps or pressing against them. As the night went on, the flirting became more open and physical as the men’s hands began to rest over our legs and ass as we served drinks or food. Even going as far as slapping our asses. At one point, I sat on my husband’s lap facing the table, grinding my ass against his little hard-on. I arched my back, running a hand from my stomach up to cup my left breast. More of a show for the men watching than my husband, but it allowed me to whisper in her ear “I can feel my dick misbehaving again but since everyone else clearly has a huge hard bulge I’ll forgive you this once” Sitting up straight and rising I asked “Well I need a STIFF one anyone else need a …drink…” before walking over toward the bar with added sway in my hips. Pouring a few glasses of whiskey, I watched one of the guys slide his hand from Alison’s knee all the way up her leg and under her tiny skirt and appear to be rubbing her pussy. From the bar I couldn’t hear it over the noise, but from her face I could tell she let out a moan. He then asked her “have a seat and play a few hands” indicating to his lap. She replied “Sorry this outfit doesn’t have any pockets, so no cash… unless I can bet something else” then posed, turning slowly letting the men take her in. One of the men objected, saying that he rather likes a woman all done up, but did have something else in mind. My husband sheepishly reigned them in, starting another hand, and Alison and I continued playing sexy hostesses for a few more hours. 

It was now late and the number of men playing had dropped to four, including my husband, who was visibly tiring and drunk. Not having much money on the table while the others still had a large pot going, I suggested for him to go to bed, telling him “Alison and I will take care of the other guest… while they settle the last few hands.” The guys agreed it was best saying he was playing sloppy, and it would only be a few hands, but I don’t think even my husband would have believed that excuse sober. This left three very attractive men between ten and fifteen years older than myself with us. 

Play continued as Alison and I sat across on two of the men’s laps with our legs resting on the third who was now adding us to the game although no longer betting. They rubbed our pussies and our feet ran over the third's very pronounced cock, We feigned not knowing how to play as the men explained over a few practice rounds. The hand rubbing over my thong now slipped under it was fingering my soaked pussy. Alison took the man’s hand from her pussy bringing it to her lips before saying “I know you like how we were dressed too much for me to take it off, but I think I know what else you had in mind” then sucked his thumb slowly looking right at me. “I guess it’s long past time the real party started” I said and Alison slid down pulling out the cock of the man she was sitting on, taking it in her mouth immediately. I stood bending over as the other two undid their pants, one entering my pussy, the other my mouth. They may not have been the biggest Alison and I shared, but there they were far from small. It wasn’t long before I was bent over the table again being pounded while spilling drinks ruined my sexy outfit. This time, Alison was being doubled teamed next to me, cocks fucking her pussy and throat. Her moans in my ear caused a cascade of my own. The cock in her mouth moved to switch between the two of us often as we kissed. Each man took several turns with our holes in many positions before cumming over us. They didn’t wait around to leave, with Alison and I still sprawled on the table in ruined lingerie. We kissed and rubbed each other, not caring what a mess we were, to multiple orgasms. We stripped out of our sexy outfits, leaving them on the table, choosing to wash off and have more sex in the pool instead of risking waking my husband…