Chapter 5: Poker Night

Matthew takes us to a poker game with his friends.

During the week following Mary and Matthew’s trip, a routine was established that was to continue for a long time. I had to take care of most of the housework so that Matthew would always have Mary, who had to be naked at all times, at his beck and call. Unless there was a meeting that required more than one car, I would drive the car to work while Matthew would grope Mary in the back seat or force her to give him a blowjob. On the way back, as soon as we arrived, she had to undress and ask Matthew if she could give him a blowjob. In the evenings, lying on the sofa in the bedroom, I had to endure hearing Mary asking Matthew to fuck her, which he did enthusiastically.

As for work, when Mary and Matthew presented their trip report to our department head, I could see that Matthew had claimed almost all the sales, with commissions to match. Matthew forced Mary to say that she had given him room and space to practice and that he had turned out to be an extraordinary salesman who had managed to convince and sell a lot to the clients.

On top of having used and humiliated Mary, it was the last straw for him to take credit for her work, but as with everything else, we had to shut up and put up with it.

In addition, Matthew, using his ability to hide his true personality and show the appearance of a ‘nice, innocent young man’, managed to make friends with everyone in the office, inviting everyone for coffee and being very friendly.

Although we usually had a light lunch in the coffee room at lunchtime, occasionally those of us in the commercial team as well as some colleagues from other departments would go to a nearby restaurant for lunch. At the lunch we had that week, when Matthew was asked how he had organised himself with the change of city, he said cynically that ‘he had organised himself very well’, that ‘he was very happy that Mary and I had kindly welcomed him into our home’. When other colleagues praised our attitude and said that we were a great couple, he said that ‘yes, we took care of him in everything and were attentive to his slightest needs’ and that ‘since his mother, no woman had taken care of him as well as Mary or made him feel so happy’. I watched him and saw how he played with expressions and how he made fun of us, saying phrases that the rest of people understood in one way but that Mary and I understood in their true meaning.

When Saturday arrived, Matthew announced, “Tonight I have my weekly poker game in my hometown. You will accompany me, take care of the attendees, and make sure they are all comfortable.”

I thought that the expression ‘take care of the attendees and make sure they are all comfortable’ could be interpreted in many ways and, knowing Matthew, would probably be unpleasant and humiliating for Mary and me, but we couldn’t refuse.

In the afternoon, we prepared to go. Mary was told to wear a short black skirt, no knickers, a low-cut white top, no bra, and high heels with black stockings. The clothes gave her the air of a casino waitress, but with a vulgar and provocative touch.

As usual, I drove to the address in his town given to me by Matthew while they rode in the back seat. It had become routine for me to be the driver while they rode in the back. Almost without asking, I always went to the driver’s seat, and they got straight into the back.

When we got to the specified street, I parked, and we went up to a flat on the third floor. We knocked, and Larry, Matthew’s friend, with whom he had tried to have a threesome with Mary and who had then participated in Mary’s gang bang, opened the door. I don’t know why I hadn’t given a moment’s thought to who the other poker players might be, but the sight of him made my stomach turn. I looked at Mary and saw that she turned pale at the sight of him and lowered her head.

Larry greeted us with, “Welcome, Molly, I missed you! I was glad when Matthew said we could count on your presence.”

We walked into the living room, and I could see the situation was getting worse. In the room were the other two participants, along with Matthew and Larry, in Mary’s gang bang: Albert, the tattoo artist who did Mary’s piercings, and Ricky, who ran the counter at the motel where we had our meetings with Matthew. There were also two other people. A very tall, strong, dark man with a Latin air, perhaps of South American origin, and another with an Oriental air, perhaps Chinese or Vietnamese.

Matthew introduced the Latino first: “This is Antonio, my ex-colleague from the used car shop, who was in charge of repairs in the garage. And this is Ang, who also worked at the shop and was in charge of computers. The rest, I think you know, don’t you?” He added with a smile.

Looking at the attendees at the poker game, I feared the worst.

Matthew then said, “You and Mary will be in charge of serving the food and drink we order, cleaning or emptying ashtrays, and any other chores we ask of you. There is the kitchen. As long as we don’t need you, you will wait, standing by the table.”

The six of them sat down at a round table covered by a green mat and began to prepare cards and tokens. Each of them asked for their favourite drink (beer, wine, or gin), and we brought it from the kitchen.

When everything was ready and it looked like they were going to start playing, Matthew said to me, “Do you know what we’re playing for today, Charley?”

“No,” I replied.

“We’re going to play for your wife,” he said, confirming my fears. The other players smiled at that.

He continued, “It’s funny that we’re playing for a man’s wife in front of him, and he not only has no say in it, he didn’t even know about it, right? That’s because the husband has no say over his wife. Tell us, Charley, who is the only one who enjoys Mary’s body?”

“You, Matthew,” I said reluctantly.

“And who decides who gets to fuck her?”

“You, Matthew,”I said again.

The others laughed when they heard it.

“Indeed. And since I decide what to do with her, I’ve decided that we’re going to play with your wife as the prize. But it’s not about the winner getting to fuck Mary. We’re all going to fuck her. What’s at stake is the order and the time to enjoy her body. The winner will be the first one to fuck her, and will have a whole hour to do whatever he wants with her; the second one will be next and will have half an hour; the third one will have 15 minutes; the fourth one will have 8 minutes; the fifth one will have 4 minutes; and the last one will have only 2 minutes, a consolation prize.”

Everyone started clapping and cheering for Matthew.

Matthew continued, “The first ones will get to fuck her more than once, and the last ones will have a harder time, but that’s what it’s all about; that’s what we play for. It wouldn’t be funny if we all had the same prize. But to liven up the game, while we play, we can enjoy her body, and, besides, the winner of each hand can order Mary to sit on his lap or suck his cock. Of course, it is forbidden to cum. If someone came, he is eliminated and withdraws from the game.”

Hearing this, my fears were confirmed. Mary was going to suffer another night of abuse, and I would be a mute witness who would have to stand by and do nothing to protect her. I looked at her and saw the look of concern and horror on Mary’s face.

The game began. From time to time, they would ask Mary for something and take the opportunity to reach under her skirt and touch her ass, or reach down her cleavage and grope her tits. This was accompanied by dirty comments, such as ‘What a pair of melons, I can’t wait to give them a hickey’; ‘What a delicious cunt, I can’t wait to stick my cock in it again’; and ‘As soon as we’re done, I’m going to stick my cock all the way up this little asshole’.

Antonio won the first hand, sat her on his knees, and started kissing her, shoving his tongue deep inside her, while with one hand he kneaded her tits and with the other he fondled her ass. He played the next hand with her on top. The next hand was won by Ang, who made her kneel under the table and suck his cock.

The game continued to progress, and Mary was passed from hand to hand. Some preferred to sit her on their knees so they could rub her all over, while others preferred her between their legs. Sometimes the same player would sit her on top, and sometimes he would have her sucking his cock. One of the times, when the winner was Matthew and he had her on his knees, he took her clothes off, and from then on she was naked.

I kept bringing them drinks, sandwiches, and chips when they asked me to, as well as picking up dirty glasses or ashtrays.

The stacks of chips were changing hands, going up and down, but gradually Ang took the lead, followed by Antonio, Larry, Albert, Matthew, and Ricky. The game was approaching the time Matthew had set as the end time, and he warned that there were 10 more minutes to go. By this time, Mary was between the legs of Ricky, who had won the previous hand, sucking his cock. Ricky grabbed her head and started moving it up and down, pushing it down until her lips were pressed against his pubes and his cock was deep in her throat. He stiffened and cried out, “Fuck! ... Urgg! ... I’m cumming! ... Ahhh ... I couldn’t help it!”