Poker night

“You’re gonna love it, man. Poker night at Jeff’s place,” said Mike, slapping a hand on Alex’s back. Alex had only been at the office for a couple of weeks, and already starting to get accepted by the guys. He had been stressed lately with the new job and his wife Tilly having to pull double shifts at work so much. Alex was looking forward to a night with the guys to blow off some steam and just relax. Cards, cigars, and beer! Alex wasn’t even sure he was going to be able to make it until that morning. Tilly had told him while shaving that someone had called in and she would have to work a double that night. He figured he might as well take a chance to relax some but felt guilty about Tilly working and kept it to himself.

“I’ve got a surprise for tonight,” Jeff grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s going to be epic.”

The night rolled in, and Alex found himself in Jeff’s dimly lit basement, surrounded by the familiar faces of his colleagues. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and stale beer. The men were in high spirits, the kind of camaraderie that could only come from the shared relief of leaving their daily grind behind. The poker table was set up, chips clinking together as the guys took their seats, the anticipation of a good game hanging in the air.

They played a few hands, the conversation flowing freely. Alex couldn’t help but notice a palpable tension underlying the laughter and banter. Everyone’s eyes darted to the clock on the wall a little more often than was usual for a casual Friday night. He brushed it off as nerves from the game, maybe someone had a big hand or was planning to bluff their way to victory. The room grew quieter as the minutes ticked by, and the guys began to fidget in their seats.

“I’ll be right back,” Alex said, standing up to stretch his legs. “Nature’s calling.”

“Make it quick,” Jeff called after him. “The entertainment should be here any minute.”

Alex raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. He’d heard about the wild antics some guys got up to on poker nights, but he hadn’t expected anything like this. He hurried to the bathroom, trying to ignore the knot forming in his stomach. As he washed his hands, he could hear the muffled sound of the doorbell ringing upstairs. The guys’ muted whispers grew more urgent, and the shuffling of feet echoed through the floorboards.

When he returned to the basement, the air had changed. The lighting was dimmer, the music louder, and there was a charge in the room that made him feel like he’d walked into something he wasn’t meant to see. He hovered by the door, unsure if he should sit back down or make his excuses and leave.

The door at the top of the stairs creaked open, and the sound of high heels clicking on the floorboards echoed through the room. His heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be… could it? The music grew louder, and a figure began to make its way down the stairs. Alex’s stomach plummeted as the realization dawned on him. They’d hired a stripper. He felt his face flush, mildly embarrassed and unsure of how to react. He thought back to the early days with Tilly, before the stress of their jobs and life had piled up so high, when a surprise like this might have been thrilling. But now, with her working so hard and barely seeing each other, it just felt wrong.

Their honeymoon phase had been a whirlwind of sneaked touches and lingering caresses. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, every moment a chance to reaffirm their love. Deep, passionate kisses had been the norm, stolen whenever they could find a moment alone. The memory of those times made him ache, a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled into their marriage.

The figure on the stairs grew clearer, and Alex felt his world tilt. He’d recognize that walk anywhere, the sway of her hips, the curve of her body. It was Tilly. The love of his life, the woman he’d sworn to cherish until the end of time, dressed in something far more revealing than he’d ever seen her wear. His mind raced with questions, but his body remained rooted to the spot, unable to move or even breathe.

The music grew louder, the bass thumping through his chest as she descended the stairs. She was wearing a costume, something wild and out of character. He stared, his mouth hanging open, as she stepped into the room, a seductive smile playing on her lips. The guys erupted in cheers, slapping their thighs and whistling, their faces a mix of excitement and surprise. Alex’s heart hammered against his ribs, his hand tightening on the doorknob.

Tilly strutted in, her movements a blend of confidence and playfulness that made him swallow hard. He’d seen her dance around their apartment in her underwear, teasing him before they made love, but this was something else entirely. The costume hugged her body in all the right places, revealing curves he hadn’t appreciated in far too long. The lights reflected off the sequins, making her shine like a star in a room full of shadows.

Alex felt his body respond despite his mind’s protests. His eyes followed her every move as she danced to the music, her body moving in a way that seemed almost hypnotic. He was torn between the love he felt for his wife and the primal attraction that surged through him. His eyes widened when she began to remove pieces of her costume, revealing more and more of her skin. The room was a blur of male excitement, but she remained focused on her performance, seemingly oblivious to the fact that one of the men was her husband.

He watched as she moved from one colleague to the next, her hands gliding over their shoulders, her hips grinding against their laps. Each man’s face was a mask of lust, and Alex’s fists clenched at his sides as he felt a burning anger rise within him. How could they look at her like that? She was his, not theirs to ogle and crave. The knot in his stomach grew tighter, his thoughts racing as he struggled to understand what was happening.

As the dance went on, the anger grew stronger, but it was now mixed with something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He felt a strange, pulsing arousal, watching her move with such confidence and grace. It had been so long since he’d seen her like this, so alive and in control of the room. The costume she wore was a revelation, showcasing every inch of her body in a way that made him ache with desire. He felt a twinge of guilt for finding her so desirable in this setting, but it was quickly drowned out by the primal urge to claim her.

The other guys’ reactions were like a punch to the gut. They couldn’t keep their eyes off her, their greedy stares devouring her as if she were a feast laid out just for them. Alex felt a fierce possessiveness, his eyes narrowing as they traced the path of her movements. He saw the way they leaned in when she was close, hoping to catch a glimpse of something more, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. She was his wife, not some object to be ogled by his colleagues.

But then, amidst the anger, something shifted within him. The sight of Tilly, so alive and vibrant, began to arouse him in a way he hadn’t expected. Her body was all curves and lines, each movement a siren’s call that beckoned him closer. He found himself unable to look away, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her. He could feel his pulse quicken and his body respond in ways that were both confusing and exhilarating.

Her costume was a masterpiece of tease and temptation, each little piece of clothing coming off revealing more of her tantalizing flesh. As the fabric fell away, Alex could see the goosebumps that the cool air had raised, making her skin glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. He watched as her breasts, cupped in a barely-there bra, bounced with every step she took, the nipples tight with excitement. Her stomach was flat and toned, her navel winking at him as she danced. His eyes trailed down to her hips, the way they swayed and gyrated to the rhythm of the music, and lower still to the small triangle of fabric that barely covered her sex.

The music grew louder, the beat more insistent, and Tilly’s movements grew bolder. She slid closer to him, her glance sliding over him to someone else. With a wink she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. It fell away, revealing her full, firm breasts. The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and catcalls, but Alex only had eyes for her. He felt a jolt of arousal shoot through him as her nipples, dark and erect, played peekaboo with the strobe lights. He hadn’t really looked at her this way in so long, hadn’t allowed himself to be fully present and appreciate her beauty. It was as if the stress of their lives had put a veil over his eyes, and now it was being lifted, revealing the woman he’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

As she danced near him again, her gaze flickered towards him, and for a heart-stopping moment, he thought he saw a spark of recognition in her eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by the professional smile she wore for the rest of the room. She moved away leaving him to wonder if it had just been his desperate imagination playing tricks on him. He felt like he was in a daze, the line between reality and fantasy blurring.

Alex’s gaze followed Tilly as she approached Jeff, the host of the evening and one of his closest colleagues. Jeff’s eyes were glued to her, his expression a blend of shock and unbridled lust. He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as she straddled his lap, her thighs pressing into his hips. Jeff’s hands gripped the chair’s arms, his knuckles white as he made a show of not touching her. Alex felt a strange mix of emotions—fury, betrayal, and a growing arousal that he couldn’t quite control.

The music was now a siren’s call, guiding Tilly’s body as she began to move in a way that was unmistakably for Jeff’s benefit. Her hips rolled and swayed, her bare breasts mere inches from Jeff’s face. Alex watched as Jeff’s gaze drifted to the bountiful flesh that was so close to his touch. The room was a cacophony of cheers and lewd comments, but all he could hear was the hammering of his own heart and the blood rushing in his ears. He was torn between the urge to rip Jeff’s eyes from his wife’s body and the undeniable thrill that watching her brought him.

He began to imagine what it would be like to take her home, to have her dance just for him. To peel away the layers of costume and reveal the woman he knew so well, to reclaim her as his own. He could almost feel her skin against his, the warmth of her breath as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear. The thought of her, writhing and panting with desire, brought a fresh wave of arousal crashing over him.

But as the music began to decrease in volume, a cold realization hit him like a sledgehammer. The show was almost over. The guys would expect him to join in, to tip her, maybe even to take a turn with her. Panic gripped him, squeezing his chest until he could hardly breathe. He had to get out of there before she saw him, before the charade was over and the room was filled with awkwardness and accusations. Before she realized that he’d been watching her, lusting after her like a stranger.

Alex slipped back up the stairs as silently as he could, his mind racing. The cheers grew fainter behind him as he made his way through the quiet house. He grabbed his jacket, his keys jingling in his pocket. He couldn’t face her, not yet. Not like this. He needed time to process what he’d seen, to figure out how he felt about it.

The cool night air hit him like a slap in the face as he stepped out onto the porch. The world looked different now, tinged with a new, darker shade of excitement. He got into his car, the engine purring to life beneath him. As he pulled away from the curb, he couldn’t shake the image of Tilly from his mind. She was a woman of fire and passion, and watching her like that had stirred something in him, something that had been dormant for far too long.

When he got home, the house felt eerily quiet. He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and made his way to the bedroom, his thoughts racing. He needed to be calm when he talked to her. He needed to be understanding. After all, they were in a tight spot financially, and she had probably felt like she had no other choice. The fridge hummed in the background, a constant reminder of the mundane reality that waited for them outside of Jeff’s basement.

Alex began to undress, peeling off his shirt and tossing it into the hamper. Each item of clothing that fell to the floor felt like a layer of his innocence shedding away, leaving him naked and raw with the weight of what he’d just witnessed. The image of Tilly’s body, on display for his colleagues, played over and over in his mind. The way her hair had cascaded down her back as she danced, the way the lights had painted her skin. It was a heady cocktail of emotions—shame, anger, and an undeniable arousal that made him feel like a traitor to his own marriage.

He lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. The quiet of the room was broken by the distant sound of the front door opening and closing. The house remained still for a few moments before he heard the faint thud of high heels against the hardwood floor. His heart jumped into his throat as he realized the music was getting louder, closer. Why was she playing the music?

The tempo grew stronger, the melody more pronounced as it drew nearer. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple, his palms suddenly clammy. This couldn’t be happening, not after what he’d just seen. The music grew louder, and he could feel the bass thrumming through the floorboards, setting his nerves on edge. The anticipation was unbearable, his thoughts racing. What was she planning?

Tilly turned the corner of the doorway, the hallway light casting a dramatic silhouette of her figure. The music was now unmistakable, a throbbing beat that seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart. She stepped inside, her eyes shimmering in the dim light. In her hand was a boombox, a relic from another era, blasting the same seductive rhythm that had filled Jeff’s basement. Alex’s pulse quickened, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she moved with the grace of a panther, setting the device on the dresser.

With the music now resonating through the room, Tilly began to twist and turn, her body moving as if the very air around her was alive with desire. Each movement was calculated, each step bringing her closer to the edge of the bed where Alex lay, frozen with a mix of shock and arousal. The costume she’d worn for the guys replaced. It was a dance that was both intimate and foreign to him, a side of his wife that he’d never seen before.

As she reached the bedside, she leaned in, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, “I saw you watching me, Alex.” Her words were like a knife, cutting through the fog of his confusion. The realization that she knew he was there, that she’d seen him watching her, sent a thrill down his spine. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely alive in a way he hadn’t in years.

With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the bedside lamp, the light casting a warm, seductive glow across the room. She stepped away from the bed, her movements never breaking the rhythm of her dance. It was a revelation, a declaration of intent. This was not the shy, tired wife he knew. This was Tilly, a woman of passion and fire, reclaiming her power.

Her hips swayed to the music, each motion deliberate and tantalizing. Alex’s eyes followed her, unable to look away as she slowly peeled away the layers of her clothing, revealing the soft, warm flesh beneath. He felt his own desire growing, a beast uncaged and hungry. She was a vision of beauty and temptation, and he was her devoted audience of one.

Tilly’s hands reached behind her, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasp of her bra. The fabric fell away, revealing her breasts, full and round, the nipples tight and begging for attention. She cupped them in her hands, her fingers kneading the flesh gently, eliciting a soft gasp from Alex. She squeezed them together, her thumbs circling the sensitive peaks, her eyes never leaving his. The sight was almost too much to bear, his body responding with an urgency that surprised him.

With a seductive smile, she turned away from him and bent over the bed, her back arching as she slithered onto the mattress. The fabric of her thong barely contained the curve of her ass, the muscles flexing as she crawled closer to him. Alex felt his heart hammering in his chest as she straddled his legs, her weight shifting until she was sitting on his lap. She leaned back, her hands on his shoulders for balance, her breasts jutting out, the nipples grazing the fabric of his shirt. He could feel the heat of her against his thighs, the dampness of her panties through his pants.

Her dance grew more sensual, more personal, because she was performing just for him. The music seemed to swell around them, the room shrinking until it was just the two of them. Alex’s hand reached out, almost of its own accord, to trace the curve of her hip. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his, the dance now a silent conversation that spoke of need and desire. His thumb brushed against the lace of her underwear, feeling the slickness of her arousal.

He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate for release. The line between his reality and the fantasy he’d just witnessed was blurring. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her. He had to claim her as his own, erase the memory of her with those other men. With a sudden surge of strength, Alex sat up, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her closer.

Their bodies collided, the heat of her skin setting his own alight. He crushed his mouth against hers, the taste of her sweet and familiar yet thrillingly new. She gasped into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The music played on, a backdrop to the symphony of their breaths and moans. The room spun around them, the only thing grounding him was the feel of her, the reality of her in his arms.

Alex spun Tilly over, her back arching as she sank into the mattress. His eyes raked over her, drinking in every inch of her exposed flesh. The costume she’d worn earlier was a mere shadow of the beauty laid before him now. He traced the line of her neck with his tongue, feeling her pulse quicken beneath the soft skin. His kisses grew more insistent, moving down the slope of her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth until she cried out.

Her hands roamed over him, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer. He could feel the heat between her legs, the wetness seeping through the fabric of her thong. It was intoxicating, driving him wild with desire. His hands slid down her body. He took a moment to just look at her, the way she glistened in the soft light, the way her thighs quivered with anticipation.

He bent his head, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed a trail down her stomach to her navel. The scent of her arousal was heady, a perfume that made his mouth water. He flicked his tongue over her belly button before moving lower, tracing the line of her hip bone to the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. She shivered, her hips lifting slightly in invitation. Alex took it as the green light he needed.

With a growl of pure desire, he ripped the flimsy fabric of her panties away, exposing her to his hungry gaze. She was bare, waxed smooth and glowing with a natural sheen. He took a moment to appreciate the view, his cock throbbing in response. Then, without wasting another second, he dipped his head and tasted her.

Her scent was like nothing he’d ever smelled before, a potent cocktail of desire and sweetness that made his head spin. His tongue danced along her folds, tracing the delicate lines of her sex with the finesse of a maestro. He felt her legs tense, her body arching off the bed as she gasped for air. Alex reveled in the power he had over her, the way she responded to every touch, every flick of his tongue.

He licked and kissed her with a hunger that had been building for months, if not years. Every inch of her was a new discovery, a treasure to be savored. He explored her with the same intensity he’d felt when they’d first made love, their bodies tangled together in the throes of passion. His tongue delved deeper, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her hips buck and her nails dig into the bed. He sucked on it gently, feeling her body tighten around him.

Alex could wait no longer. With trembling hands, he slid out of his pants, his erection springing free, thick and demanding. He positioned himself between her outstretched thighs, his gaze locking onto hers. There was a question in her eyes, a silent plea for reassurance. He gave it to her with a nod, his eyes burning with love and desire. He wanted to consume her, to erase the distance that had grown between them.

Whispering the words, “I’ve never wanted you more,” into her ear, he claimed her with a passion that had been smoldering beneath the surface of their lives. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and he slid into her with a groan that was half pleasure, half relief. The heat and tightness of her was like coming home after a long, hard journey. Her walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper, and he knew he never wanted to leave.

Her eyes searched his, the fear and confusion from earlier replaced with a fiery need that matched his own. As he thrust into her, she arched her back, her breasts pushing up towards the ceiling. He could feel her body opening up to him, her muscles relaxing, inviting him in. The music played on, a pounding bass line that matched the rhythm of their hearts, of his hips driving into her.

Alex picked up the pace, his strokes growing quicker and harder. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her breath came in panting gasps, and she clawed at his back, urging him on. The room was a blur of passion and need. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and it only served to fuel his desire.

Tilly’s hips met his thrusts with an eagerness that left him breathless. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she began to rock against him, matching his rhythm. Alex felt himself getting closer, his muscles tightening, his orgasm building like a tidal wave about to break.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sticking together as they moved in a frantic dance of passion. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a testament to their fierce lovemaking. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles quivering as she approached her peak.

Alex’s strokes grew deeper, more demanding, and Tilly’s breathy whimpers grew louder. Her hands roamed over him, her hands holding his shoulders as she urged him on, her hips rising to meet every thrust. The room was alive with the sound of their bodies coming together, the music now a distant echo in their minds.

Their union was explosive, a culmination of pent-up desire and a reaffirmation of the connection they’d almost lost. Alex felt Tilly’s body tense around him, her muscles tightening like a vice before she shuddered with the force of her climax. The feeling of her coming apart in his arms was almost too much to bear, and he followed her over the edge, his own release crashing through him like a storm.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed away, they lay there, their chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat. They held each other tightly, the tremors of their shared ecstasy still reverberating through them. Alex’s arms wrapped around Tilly’s waist, his hands cupping her ass possessively. He felt her heart pounding against his chest, a reminder of the life they’d created together, of the love that had brought them to this moment.

Finally, she spoke, her voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the night. “I didn’t know you’d be there.” The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their unspoken secrets. Alex took a deep breath, his mind racing to find the right response. “When did you realize it was me?” he asked, his voice thick with a mix of emotions.

Tilly paused, her eyes searching his face in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. “The first time I saw you,” she admitted. “But I wasn’t sure, not until… I saw the way you looked at me.” Her voice trailed off, the memory of his hungry gaze from Jeff’s basement playing out between them. “I thought it was just a look, a random guy enjoying the show,” she continued. “But when I went back around again, I knew.”

Alex felt his stomach drop. “Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, his voice strained.

Tilly propped herself up on her elbow, her smile playful yet tinged with a hint of mischief. “Because you kept watching,” she murmured, her voice like velvet against his ear. “I could see the arousal in your eyes.” She traced a line down his chest with her finger, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Alex?” she starts, her voice a whisper that seems to echo in the quiet of the night, “Would you like to watch me again next week?”