"I call"

"Raise you ten"

"...Fold" "Out"

"Straight flush, boys"

Typical night of cards on a late Friday evening. Sounds of groaning were palpable. That's what they get for talking shit during poker--I was too good. Slight smirk and chuckle as I reeled their chips over to my side. Collected them like tokens on a camgirl site with little expression.

The air was stale and the four men (Ben, Mark, Jay, and Thomas) around me were sweating as they watched their week savings flutter away. Boring. Absolutely boring. They had no excitement left in them and mine was waning as the night dragged on.

All of us were divorced, seperated, or single in our late 30s. Good friends since highschool and the last woman in our group. No one made a move on me over the years and not sure why. I was hot, attractive, and had assets men would fantasize about at work. They certainly heard stories and what I like. I was no stranger to sticking cock in my ass or the tales from my swing parties. Perhaps they were too modest to do it, ruining a friendship and all that.

Tonight was boring and I wanted change up our mundane card night. For some reason I was growing horny. Maybe it was the dullness in the air. Maybe it was the two month dry spell that make me lust for my friends. For once, I looked at them with eyes that wanted more than just hearing them groan at losing. I wanted to hear them moan at losing their minds while they fucked me hard.

"One more game?" I chirped with a shit-eating grin.

A few nods and soft approvals. I nodded as well with my usual poker face. My plan was in motion and my pussy was wet with anticipation. I wanted them now but needed to ease them into it.

As Ben dealt the cards out, I spread my legs under the table. My wet pussy made my panties and inner thighs wet. The sounds of groaning were heard by Ben and Tom as they inspected their hands. Mark was hard to read while Jay showed confidence. Jay always talked shit when he felt he was going to win. That was his quirk. I liked that because I exploited it. My cards didn't matter this game...I was going to win no matter what.

The guys all made their first bid with what little they had left to lose.

"Well, Vik?" Mark said to me with a nervous tone. Vik was my nickname. Had it since highschool when all of us met. All of them now looked at me except Jay who kepted scanning his cards like lottery tickets.

"Hmm..." I mumbled as my pokerface faded. "I bid myself. If I win, I want you all inside me" I declared.

The table when silent with confusion and sudden arousal as I climbed on top of the table. I lied to myself, I wanted it now with no ease. The table was sturdy as was my conviction to use my body as a bid. It was more of a symbolic gesture and felt hotter than placing wet panties. The guys gawked at me with sudden sexual interest.

The room was still quiet as they could see juices from my pussy drip down my thigh. They didn't know what to say and no one dare spoke. Did repressed feelings suddenly resurface or did they finally see me as a woman with tits and ass? They didn't need to say anything for blushed cheeks on their faces could tell this no longer poker and more poke her.

"Well?" I rebuffed as I held my cards, knees firmly on the table examining each face. There was still signs of hesitation as Jay started the game with more confidence than I ever since. As if a bubble had burst, the mood around the table shifted in ways I cannot express. Ben was still nervous as he kept eyeing the pile of chips passed my legs. Mark looked at me like I was a new woman suddenly. Thomas, or Tom, had no clue what to do as he played on. The four kept glancing at each other like men in a war room, wondering what the best tactic was and I was big red X on a pleasurable map. Cute.

The night I suddenly wanted was about happen.