My beautiful wife, Rhoda, and I had nearly come to the end of a weeklong vacation at a gorgeous resort on the California coast. For our final night we decided to go to one of the sports bars nearby, watch a ballgame and have a few drinks.
I’m proud to say that my wife is a very attractive woman, with a body that always gets a lot of looks. Although we are in our 40s, she can still pass for someone in her late 20s, and the clothes she wears contribute to her youthful looks. On that night she looked great as always as we walked the block to the sports bar. She wore tight blue shorts that showed off her perfect legs, and a nice tight halter top, revealing just the right amount of cleavage.
At the bar we sat in a booth and had a few drinks. Everything was fine until a storm caused the game we were watching to go into a rain delay. It showed no sign of ending, and we were thinking about returning to the hotel, when one of us spotted the dart board on one wall, and we decided to play a few games.
We had played for about 20 minutes when we saw that two young guys were waiting to play also. So we finished up our game and were about to go back to our booth, when one of them asked if we would like to play teams, us against them. We said why not, and as we played we found out that their names were Kirk and Ed, that they were both going to medical school, and that they were in the area on a weekend break from their studies. Both of the guys were good-looking and seemed to be pretty fit. Kirk was about five feet ten and was the more talkative of the two, while Ed was about six feet four, very reserved and quiet.
Rhoda was a pretty good darts player, and she was making the rest of us look silly. We played for about 30 minutes, with Rhoda and me winning every game. Kirk then suggested that the loser of the next game should buy a round of drinks. We agreed, and once again, because of Rhoda, we won easily. Kirk and Ed ordered the drinks, and then suggested we raise the stakes and make a little cash wager on the next game.
I was about to say no when Rhoda asked, “How much?” The guys had a brief consultation, and then Kirk suggested $200. I immediately told him that was too much for us, but again Rhoda interrupted. I didn’t know if it was the booze or the two good-looking college boys or what, but she seemed anxious to accept the bet. I told her I didn’t even have that much cash on me, to which she replied, “So what? We’re going to win anyway.”
At that point Kirk said that they would raise the bet to $500. I laughed and told him that if I didn’t have $200 on me, I certainly didn’t have $500. Kirk said that was no problem; they would adjust the stakes. If we won they would pay us the $500, and if they won, Rhoda and I would go to their hotel room and play another game called “Lucky Seven.” Rhoda said yes before I could even ask them what the hell Lucky Seven was. Kirk said they would explain it to us later, and we began to play again.
I had begun to get a little suspicious of these guys, so I wasn’t really surprised when they suddenly seemed to become much better dart players. It was a close game, but in the end they won, and Kirk asked me whether we were ready to honor our bet. I said I would first like to know what this new game was, but he said they could explain it as we walked to their hotel. Rhoda asked him if they had liquor in their room, and when Kirk said yes, she said, “Fine, let’s go.”
The hotel was close by, and it wasn’t until we got to the room that Kirk got around to describing the rules of Lucky Seven. Again, I wasn’t too surprised when he said it was kind of a variation on strip poker, and I don’t think Rhoda was either. She tends to get pretty horny when she drinks, and we had been to a few parties where both of us had participated in sexual games, and enjoyed it. If these two young guys were lusting after my luscious wife, I had the sense that the feeling was mutual.
Lucky Seven turned out to be a little different from strip poker. It was true that it started with poker hands, but only Kirk, Ed, and I would be playing, and the winner of each hand would get to do something to, or with, Rhoda, who would be blindfolded on the bed. That way she would know what was going on, but would never know who was doing it to her.
There were seven rounds to the game, Kirk went on, which was why they called it Lucky Seven, and each round allowed the winner one specific action. This went as follows:
Round one: Feel up Rhoda (fully clothed) for two minutes.
Round two: Take off her shirt and bra and feel up her naked tits for two minutes.
Round three: Suck on her tits for two minutes.
Round four: Take off her pants and feel her up for two minutes.
Round five: Lick her pussy for two minutes.
Round six: Get a blowjob for 10 minutes (or until the winner shoots his load, whichever comes first).
Round seven: Fuck Rhoda for 15 minutes (or, again, until completion).
Rhoda had not said anything while Kirk explained these rules, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking; but the fact that she made no protest, even after he finished, told me that she was at least thinking about it. I had been against the idea at first, but now I was suddenly starting to get turned on, knowing that these two young guys would get to see my incredibly sexy wife naked, and that either they would get to watch as I fucked the hell out of her, or I would get to watch as one of them did.
Then, before either of us said anything, Kirk spoke up again, saying that if we did it he and Ed would give us the $500 anyway, just for playing.
Well, if Rhoda had any hesitancy, that took it away. She said what the hell, that sounded good to her. Her husband was a good poker player, she said, and he might well win all the rounds, and if he didn’t, she wouldn’t know anyway. I knew she didn’t believe that, but if she wanted to play, I wasn’t about to stop her.
Rhoda put on a blindfold that Ed gave her and lay down on the bed. Kirk, Ed, and I sat around the table and began. Ed dealt the first hand, and as it turned out, Kirk was the winner. One of the rules was that we could not talk about what was happening, or comment on winners or losers, so Rhoda would not know who it was who was claiming his prize with her after each round. So now Kirk went quietly over to the side of the bed and groped Rhoda for two minutes. He started with her chest and worked his way down to her crotch and rear. Rhoda said nothing while he did this, but when the two minutes was up I could see that her breathing was a little heavier.
Round two was won by Ed. He gave me a quick glance, then quietly got up and walked over to the bed. Pulling Rhoda up into a sitting position, he slowly eased her halter top up and over her head, revealing her perfect 36C breasts. He laid her gently down again, and then began to fondle her naked tits. He seemed fascinated with her nipples, which were rock-hard and sticking out nicely, as they always do when she gets turned on. When his two minutes were over, he reluctantly returned to the table.
At that point I could not be sure whether Rhoda had been able to tell that neither of the two winners so far had been me, but her rapid breathing and her squirming on the bed told me that she was definitely aroused.
I was really hoping to win the third hand, as I was getting kind of horny myself and would have loved a chance to suck on my wife’s tits; but Kirk beat me again. This time he practically jumped onto the bed, though still noiselessly, and eagerly began to work on Rhoda’s breasts with his mouth and hands. At one point he alternated between her nipples, rolling one in his fingers while sucking and tonguing the other. As this was something I frequently did to her, I thought maybe she would think it was me. Whether she did or not, it was clear that he was having a major effect on her, as her panting became audible and the occasional whimper came from her throat. Kirk was all smiles when he came back to the table.
On the fourth hand, I finally won. Kirk grinned and gave me the OK sign with his fingers as I went over to the bed. I removed Rhoda’s shorts and panties as she arched her hips to help me. I then had the pleasure of fingering her pussy for two minutes. She was extremely wet, and I easily slid three of my fingers into her shaved twat. She was soon grinding hard against my hand, and I knew she wanted a cock inside her as soon as possible. When my two minutes ended I returned to the table, determined to make sure that that cock would be mine.
Kirk’s unbelievable luck continued during the fifth round, and he edged me out with a pair of queens against my two jacks. Rhoda must have been keeping track of the rounds, because as Kirk approached the bed she parted her legs eagerly, knowing that she was about to get licked out. Kirk dove between her legs and immediately began to suck on her sweet pussy. Rhoda was soon twisting on the bed and moaning loudly, and I didn’t know if I was more aroused than jealous, or vice versa, as she had an orgasm just as Kirk’s two minutes were ending.
In round six it looked like my luck was going to change again, as I found myself with three kings. Kirk apparently had a weak hand this time, and I was looking forward to having these guys look on as my wife gave me a blowjob, but Ed kept the round going, and when I finally called he turned out to have a full house! So I had lost again.
Ed was all grins as he got up and removed his pants. His cock was rock-hard and looked to be about the same size as mine, so again I thought there was a chance that Rhoda might think it was me. He moved over to the bed and sat down, gently pulling my wife’s head to his cock. Rhoda began working her magic on him, and I could see him trying to hold out, but it was no use; in about five minutes he was shooting his load down her throat, as Rhoda happily swallowed every drop. She then lay back down, knowing that she was only a few minutes away from finally getting the fucking she craved. Ed returned to the table and said in a whisper, “Wow, that was amazing!”
Now came the last round, and I felt that I just had to win this one. But I didn’t. Kirk outdrew me and outplayed me, and he clenched his fist in triumph when he saw that he’d won.
He stood up then and removed his clothes. I was surprised to see that although he was about my height and weight, his cock was huge compared to mine. It had to have been easily nine inches long, and looked about as thick as a soda can. I knew Rhoda would know it was not me just as soon as he began to fuck her with that monster.
He climbed onto the bed and got between her legs, then rubbed his cock on her pussy lips a few times before lining it up with her love hole. Then he slowly eased the head of that huge dick into her, and I knew from her reaction that, as I had predicted, she knew right away that it was not me. Part of me was kind of hoping that she would stop it right there, but another part was all too eager to watch her getting fucked by that monster dick. But Rhoda seemed too much into it to do anything but enjoy.
Kirk was very gentle the first few minutes, just easing his big cock into her and stretching her pussy gradually. Then after a few minutes he began to fuck her hard, pulling his cock all the way out and then ramming it back in each time. Rhoda was moaning as loudly as I had ever heard her, and her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as she twisted and bucked up at him. I decided that I should at least get to suck on her breasts while she was fucking this stranger’s cock, so I went over there and took her right tit into my mouth. Ed then came over and did the same with her left tit. Rhoda was gasping and moaning harder than ever, and a minute later she came, shouting and arching off the bed. Kirk continued ramming her hard for almost 10 minutes before he shot his load deep in her pussy.
When he was done he pulled out of her, and quickly got dressed again before telling Rhoda she could take off her blindfold.
Kirk and Ed gave us the $500 as promised, and thanked us for an incredible evening.
When we got back to the hotel I was extremely horny, but Rhoda was feeling a little sore from her hard fucking, so she got down on her knees and gave me an incredible blowjob. The next day we were on our way home.
Rhoda never asked me who had done what to her that night, and I never volunteered the information. We seldom talk about it at all, in fact, but I suspect she occasionally wonders, as I do, if and when we will ever find another game of Lucky Seven.
—F.C., Detroit, Michigan