Beth and Joel Dejard. Despite the fact that the Dejards were two years older than the Beales, they were always turning to Marsha and Chet for advice.
"Did you know that neither Beth nor Joel has ever had sex with anybody else?" Chet had asked her one night. Marsha had nodded. She had known the whole story; how the Dejards had met in the fifth grade and gone together ever since.
"Joel's been asking me what it's like to have a different woman every night," Chet had said as he'd removed his trousers.
"Yeah, Beth is curious, too," Marsha acknowledged.
"What would you think about our opening their lives a little?" Chet asked, smoking a cigarette.
"How?"
"By each of us being their second sex partner. Me with Beth, you with Joel," Chet answered.
"I know that," Marsha retorted. "I mean, how are we going to work it? Am I supposed to seduce Joel while you're getting Beth in bed? Or are Joel and I supposed to catch you seducing Beth and get together to get even?"
"How about the next time we play cards?" Chet suggested. "We could play strip poker and the last person clothed could pick which of the other's they wanted to have sex with that night. If you win, you choose Joel; if I win, I'll pick Beth. And, I'll make sure we win, one or the other of us."
Marsha knew that Chet could deal any hand he wanted with an ordinary deck of cards.
"Okay," Marsha agreed. "If they'll go for the game and the stakes, we'll answer their questions about sex with somebody else for them."
The next evening, to her delight, the Dejards agreed to play strip poker with the Beales.
They'd all had a drink while discussing the game and Marsha had poured fresh drinks all around. To help things out, she'd made the Dejards' drinks stronger than normal.
After four hands, everybody lost their shoes; after six hands, the men lost their socks. Then Marsha had gotten up and lifted her skirt to her waist, holding it there as she undid her stockings from her garters and rolled the nylons down her legs. She was aware of Joel's eyes staring at her crotch.
Beth had three jacks the next hand, but it was a loser. Like Marsha, she took her stockings off.
Chet shuffled and dealt the cards. Once more Beth had a good hand, but it had been the worst of the four.
"Oooooooh, my luck is terrible," she complained. Still, she took off her skirt.
The men were the next losers. First Chet, then Joel took off his shirt, followed, a game later, by their undershirts. Then Marsha lost twice. She removed her skirt and half-slip.
"Time for another drink," she announced. She walked over to the bar, acutely aware that Joel had been following her with his eyes. Again, she put extra vodka in the Dejards' drinks.
Chet lost his trousers on the next deal. Then Beth lost. Since she had been wearing a full-slip, she had to remove her blouse and she felt self-conscious about it. She cut the cards and dealt them around and Marsha's heart sank as she saw that she had no more than two pairs. Luckily, neither Joel nor Chet could do better than a single pair and Beth hadn't done that well.
All three of them looked at Beth expectantly.
The slender redhead blushed, but she stood up and pulled her slip, slowly, over her head. Hurriedly, she reseated herself, her hands crossed in front of her as if to hide the sight of her bra from the others.
Joel dealt next, and Marsha's sweater was gone. She drew her shoulders back to give added emphasis to her tits as she sat back down and picked up the cards.
Chet and Joel each had one garment left, Beth and Marsha had two each. Chet shuffled the cards, let Beth cut, then dealt. When Joel laid his four aces down, beating Beth's four kings, she glared at him ferociously.
Beth got to her feet, swaying slightly. "You want me to give 'em a show?" she challenged her husband. "Okay, it's show time!"
Defiantly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shoved hard, pushing her panties almost to her knees. From there, they dropped of their own accord. Beth's cunt-hair was thick and curly.
Beth gathered the cards and dealt them around the table. All four of them sensed that the game was building to a climactic moment.
Marsha lost… She reached behind her back and undid her bra, then discarded it. Joel gasped at the sight of Marsha's tits that jutted boldly away from her body without any support.
"Deal the damn cards," Beth mumbled.
Joel dropped a card on the floor and had to pick up several before he could straighten the deck again. He dealt the cards around. Joel lost.
Joel removed his shorts and didn't bother to apologize for his hard cock. He sat back down, announcing that he could play for money, if not far clothes. "But, the lowest hand between you three will have to take something off," he announced as Marsha dealt the cards out.
Chet was a clear loser, and his cock was as hard as Joel's as be stripped completely. Then he started shuffling the cards.
"Last hand," Beth announced drunkenly. "Winner this time gets to pick who she wants to fuck. Right?" Her voice had an aggressive tone and she was eyeing Chet's hard cock as she spoke.
"Right," Marsha agreed. From the way things were shaping up, she knew Beth was going to choose Chet if she won, just as everyone knew she was going to choose Joel.
As she'd picked up her hand, Marsha was sure that Chet had given her a winner: three kings and two aces was going to be hard to beat. But Chet had given Beth four queens.
With a grin, Beth rose and reached behind her back, undoing her bra, revealing tits topped with the longest nipples Marsha had ever seen. Beth stretched, then stood with her legs apart; "I won," she announced. "And I'm going to fuck Chet." Catching him by the cock, Beth tugged him toward the bedroom.
Marsha reached for her panties, intending to take them off. Before she'd teen able to do so, however, Joel was on his knees in front of her, his hands reaching for her hips. Marsha smiled as he eased the flimsy garments down from her ample hips and along her long legs.
As Chet and Beth disappeared into the bedroom, Marsha tangled her fingers in Joel's hair and pulled his head forward while thrusting her hips toward him. He sniffed loudly, inhaling the odor of her pussy, then moved his face closer to her cunt in a tentative manner.
"Go ahead," Marsha said, "eat my pussy a little."
Joel hesitated for a moment, then he extended his tongue and licked timidly at her cunt. Something had told Marsha that he had never eaten pussy before and she crooned to him as she forced his face between her legs.
"Eat it good," she ordered. "There's nothing a woman likes better than having her cunt licked." His tongue pushed between her cuntlips and slithered up and down. As he grew bolder in his oral ministrations, his hands slid up her thighs and cupped her ass, pulling her even closer to his mouth. Marsha sighed and started playing with his ears as he licked her snatch.
"Ooooooooh! There. Theeerrre!" Marsha cried when his tongue flicked against her clit for the first time.
Joel whipped his tongue against the swelling button, slashed across it eagerly as Marsha ground her cunt into his face. She started massaging her tits as Joel's hands dug into her ass. With every movement of his tongue, Joel became more sure of himself.
"Suck my clit," Marsha moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Suck my clit. Ssssuuucccckkkk!"
Joel took the swollen bud between his lips, pulling at her clitoris with his mouth. His fingers crept into the crack of her ass and pulled her cunt even tighter to his greedy mouth.
A few moments later, he shifted his mouth and started licking at her snatch again. When he reached her twat hole, he thrust his tongue into it and started fucking her with his tongue. Marsha groaned with pleasure.
"Oooooooohh! Yeeeeeessssssssssss! I'm gonna to cum! Gonna cum!"
Her juices gushed into his mouth as she swayed above him, her hips moving to and fro, thrusting her cunt into his face, then puffing back a little and thrusting forward again. Joel tongue-fucked her steadily until Marsha couldn't stand it any longer.