Another man, no other men! She was fantasizing about having sex with not just another man but four men, men who if their boasts were to be believed, would fuck her petite chocolate body till the cows came home! And now it seemed as if her husband was also fantasizing such a thing. She knew, deep down she knew that if those men came into her home every week it would be just a matter of time before she surrendered to her feelings, if not this week then the week after or the one after that and that if they didn't make the first move she would.

Belinda wasn't aware that her husband was even now thinking along the same lines, only his thoughts ran along the line that it would be just a matter of time before his chocolate sweety was spreading her legs and writhing beneath the combined attention of his friends, so when he spoke it surprised her because it was as if he'd read her mind.

"Honey if your serious about having my friends over every week then I'll ask them even though I know that sometimes their remarks aren't in the best vein but God almighty sweetheart I'm beginning to think their remarks excite you. Hell, your a regular sex fiend whenever they leave and if they were over every week I don't know if I could keep up with you. Hells bells girl, I might have to let them fuck that hot little snatch of yours just so I'd get some rest."

She had been taken by surprise wondering if she had spoken her thoughts aloud or if he suspected that his friends did indeed excite her, which from the way she acted in bed after they left really didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out. For all she knew maybe he even fantasized about his poker buddies fucking her. After all, hadn't he this very weekend just as much as told her such a thing was possible.

As he had dressed she hadn't said a word simply lay there watching him, but when he had finished and she had slipped into her negligee before walking him to the front door where they had kissed. She timidly asked that when the boys came over next week he thought that instead of her normal jeans he preferred she wore a mini skirt, or did he have something even sexier in mind like one of those French maid costumes or perhaps even one of her see through negligees like what she was wearing now? His only answer was a beaming smile.

She was on pins and needles wondering if indeed he would have his friends over again in a few days but during the week he gave no hint that anything like that was going to happen. He hadn't even mentioned anything about her remark about what she should wear, which if the truth be know she couldn't believe she'd uttered. On Thursday she went shopping at Victorias Secret, a place she had window shopped a hundred times but had never been inside. Looking at the variety of under garments as well as dresses for informal gatherings, she began feeling like a prude and doubt that what she was doing was the right thing crept into her mind.

Turning to leave she almost knocked over the young sales clerk, well not really young, for she was the same age as Belinda. Her bright smile and pleasant voice eased Belinda's fears and within minutes after the girl introduced herself as Amanda she found herself telling of the poker games and of how her husbands friends excited her with their crude remarks. She even told the clerk of her dreams of having sex with the men. Before she left the store she had three outfits, promising Amanda as she paid to let her know if the men liked what they saw as well as let her know that if instead of poker with cards they poked her.

Friday she hurried to the store for beer and snacks to serve during the game, and then a quick visit to the beauty parlor where while she had her hair done. She wondered which of her new outfits would bring the most smiles to the faces of the men as she served and fussed over them. When Thomas got home they ate a silent supper before snuggling on the couch and watching "Married with Children," one of his favorite shows and a show he always watched before the poker game, whether at their house or before he left to join them at one of the other members houses.

Watching her husband more than she did the show, she noticed how his eyes glinted and a sly smile creased his lips every time the mini skirt clad tart appeared, and she herself smiled thinking that after her husband saw what she was wearing tonight any thought of how sexy that little white girl was would vanish. After the show she excused herself saying she'd had a trying day and needed a shower.

"Oh, and sweetheart, when you get home after your game, if I'm asleep wake me!"

Halfway up the stairs she almost fainted and a salacious thrill tingled her nerve endings causing her shoulders to shudder when he asked if there was beer and snacks for the game cause John's kids were sick and he hoped she didn't mind but he'd volunteered to have the game here again.

"And sweetheart, if your going to cater those clowns, how about making them sick with envy, wear one of your skirts from college, I'd love to see their faces when they see how sexy you really are."

As she applied her makeup she was a little disappointed that he hadn't said anything about her new hair style, loose long waves swept up and back with one eye partially covered, a style somewhat reminiscent of the 1940's movie Femme Fatal. Well, if he hadn't noticed before he sure would notice when he saw what she was wearing. No bra, for her firm upturned pert 34c breast needed none, and besides the feel of the tangerine silk blouse against her nipples felt almost as good as her husbands lips, causing a tingling sensation of arousal every time she moved.

Looking at the edible bikini panties Amanda had picked out saying a two course meal was always better then one she decided against them thinking that the less she wore the better it would be, after all edible or not if she were going to do this the less she wore the faster and easier it would be for them to strip her as well as leave her less time to second guess herself about whether she was doing the right thing.

A garter belt though was a must to hold up her fishnet nylons, and over it the skin tight 9 inch tangerine leather micro mini that came just a couple of inches below her pussy barely hiding the tops of her stockings. The skirt, with a slight one inch overlap and held together by a single snap at the waist, allowed her easy movement while at the same time giving a provocative glimpse of even more leg each time she moved and one heck of a view if she were to sit and cross her legs.

This brought a smile to her lips as she fastened it. Dolce pumps with a floral embroidery on a sheer upper mesh with 5 inch spike heels completed her attire and as she looked into the mirror she couldn't believe how sexy, or rather how slutty she looked depending on your point of view.

Even she had to admit that her 5 foot 2 inch figure with measurements of 34 x 21 x 35 was a knock out. Smiling at her reflection she thought that if her husband and the others had thought her sexy before then their eyes would pop out and they'd drool all over themselves when they saw her tonight. As she was admiring herself Thomas called out wanting to know if she were going to stay upstairs or was she coming down to entertain his friends when they arrived.

"I'll be right down honey, and yes I'll entertain the boys tonight since you want me to." When she walked into the kitchen he was sipping a beer but when he saw her the bottle slipped from his fingers shattering on the floor, and as he stood making little choking noises the doorbell rang. Smiling at him sweetly she turned "I better get the door sweetheart it seems your friends have arrived and since I'm to be the entertainment tonight it wouldn't be right to keep them waiting."

With a backward glance over her shoulder she winked as she blew him a kiss and then she turned and with rolling hips walked to greet his friends. Thomas's mind was in a uproar. This was too sudden. Sure he had fantasized about her fucking his friends, and no he hadn't protested whenever his friends had made crude suggestive remarks about fucking her till the cows came home. Yes, at work around the coffee pot, he had even hinted to them that one of these poker nights she might even go along with it. But now that the time was here he began to have second thoughts, and her clothes, my God she might as well of worn a sign around her neck saying "Fuck Me."

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