Chapter 7: The Poker Game Madison blew up flotation devices on the bottom of the round circular table she was holding and threw it into the middle of the hot tub. It was conveniently sized so that it nicely fit between everyone. She then set the deck of waterproof playing cards in the middle of the table. “I think everyone knows what we’re playing,” Madison grinned. “Yes!” Jason exclaimed, giving a fist pump. Morgan and K...

Growing up with his sister, who was four years older, Mike wasn't as outgoing as she was. Mike often shied away from girls and tended to bury himself in schoolwork. His birthday was close to Christmas, one thing that he had always disliked. Two days before his eighteenth birthday, Helen brought a few friends home to prepare for a party they were going to. Mike was in his room when Helen introduced them to him. They were a...

My son, my daughter, my son-in-law and me occasionally played the German card game called Doppelkopf. We had been at it for two hours when, to my surprise, the doorbell rang. Amaya was standing in the doorway. She was dripping wet. Shortly before, a violent thunderstorm had unloaded over the city. Until now, I had kept Amaya's existence a secret from my family. I was sure that my daughter Vanessa would disapprove of the f...

I was walking home along Route 39 out by the chicken farms and I was pissed. Steve and I had been at the lake necking and I was more than good with a little kissy-face with him. What I wasn't good with was Steve suddenly whipping his thing out and pushing my head down on it. A fist to his balls ended his romantic evening plans. Furious, I grabbed my purse and stormed out of his car. And Steve had the nerve to call me a bi...

It was one of those Summer days, when you get the full benefit of a soft top.  The sun was shining, and the warm air blew around me, as I took the minor roads to get to my destination, an Air B&B, that I had booked for two nights. My work took me to many different cities and towns and I was fed up with staying in bland, corporate hotels, so when one of my clients asked me to work with them, I decided to book an Air B&B in...

I have always liked the fact that Jamie’s friends enjoy hanging out at our house. That way I know what they’re up to and not out on the streets getting into some mischief. Plus, if he’s gone the house gets a little lonely and quiet since my divorce. Usually, they’re playing video games or watching sports like most seventeen-year-old boys but I like hearing them laughing and cutting up down in the ‘man cave’. I went downst...

"Your three of a kind beats my pair." Karen sighs, unhooking her bra. I run my nails over her perfect globes and squeeze her crinkled teats. I always know what cards she has, though lately I'm wondering if I'm the only one she plays with. Her beatific expression as she shuffles the pack, tells me nothing. "Lucky at cards, hope you're not unlucky in love babes." "Damn you, Karen," I snap and grab a hunk of hair. On her kne...

Just over a month into my final year of university and I was hosting another of my biweekly get togethers. As parties in the rat hole, the affection name given to my apartment, went this one was dead. It was about nine o’clock and, while all the regular crowd had been here, there’d been no spark all evening. Maybe it was because Rob, my goofy roommate, hadn’t been there. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that thought this...

The poker party started at eight at Stan's place. Everything seemed ordinary. The bar was open and the wine and beer were flowing. The early conversation revolved around the election. Eventually, each group retired to their card games. The women were upstairs in the dining room. We were downstairs in the den in Stan's Rec Room. After an hour, it was obvious that the girls were having fun. Their voices and hysterical laugh...

Well, last night was quite a night to say the least. Three girl/friends came by with wine coolers and tequila to do a little partying. The four of us have been very tight for over fifteen years. We are very special friends that can talk about anything to each other. I should have known they were up to something when they said the tequila was all mine and the coolers theirs. They know I love tequila a lot, and I can get re...

When I heard about swinging, it sounded like a lot of fun to me. I brought up the idea to my hubby many times, but he was never interested. He's a very quiet, gentle guy, and I think that sort of thing just seemed too wild for him. I'd often mention while we were in bed together my fantasies of playing with other people, but he would just smile and get embarrassed. I didn't want to cheat on my hubby, because he is such a...