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Sitting at the table with a handful of chips left my poker buddies snickered with glee at my misfortune. The last hour had been losing hand after losing hand and the only thing I had won was the jeering of my friends. The laughter halted, quieting when I looked up to see my wife had come into the room and sat down. Looking at the group I knew I would win but at the cost of their drunken lust being tempted and inevitably fulfilled.

 

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He's been calling me “ my wife”. And I barely remember his name.

He's using words 'misfortune, losing and winning....”.
I wonder if he is at war.

 

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Rattling chips in my hand I look over at the other guys, “Hey…keep your eyes on the cards unless you’re paying for the POV.”

 

[JS1979]

The laughter came to a halt as I came into the room and sat down with a drink in my hands.

Mr. W, I mean my husband, invited the men from the swingers' club to our house, I mean his house. Well, I am not sure if it's his house or our house. He married me only a month ago.

He was the most generous member at the club. He'd slide a $20 bill into my cleavage each time I served him a drink. Not only he has power over me, even some of the men would follow him to his house to play games.

Today is my day off from the club. It's good to stay home making the house nice and pretty for friends and buddies. Some of them here today are regulars of the club. Especially Richard. He once took me to a nice dinner before I got married, and we had a good evening together. my husband has never said anything about my job as a cocktail waitress or about the men around. I still like my job there and still enjoy the men. I wouldn't think of myself trashy but I appreciate the life-style. My manager said to me several times, “You are good, Jenny....nice.....”.