The Poker Game
Copyright© 2025 by THodge
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Tim invites some friends over to play poker. One of his five wives decides to play hostess for the game. The game gets intriguing after Tim runs out of chips and his wife offers to help.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual BiSexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Squirting
Created through collaboration between human creativity and AI assistance. All story concepts, characters, and narrative choices are human-authored. AI tools assisted with editing and text refinement.
The Monthly Card Game
Part 1: The Invitation
Deniece sat at her desk in her trade broker office on Deck 3, reviewing shipping manifests on her data pad. At four months pregnant, her small bump was visible beneath her professional clothes. She absently rubbed her belly while cross-referencing cargo schedules.
A soft chime announced a visitor. “Come in,” she called.
The door slid open and Violet stepped through, her wings folded neatly against her back. At her natural height of 4’2”, the fairy woman looked almost childlike despite being 21. Her violet-blue hair cascaded down her back, catching the light with an iridescent shimmer.
“Violet!” Deniece stood, smiling warmly. “I was hoping you’d come by. Please, sit.”
Violet settled into the chair across from the desk, her wings adjusting automatically. Her luminous violet eyes were bright with nervous excitement. “I came through the main MTS on Deck 2. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course. You know you’re always welcome.” Deniece studied the young fairy’s face. “So ... what can I do for you?”
Violet nodded, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “I want to attend the poker game.” She paused, taking a breath. “My father ... he’s decided to stay away from this one.”
Deniece raised an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”
“No, nothing bad,” Violet assured her quickly. “I’ve been visiting the naked beach gatherings, and I heard you and the other women talking about the first few games. What happens there? The ... the sexual aspects.” Her cheeks flushed iridescent pink. “When I told my father I wanted to attend, he understood, but he said he couldn’t be there. He doesn’t want to see his daughter having sex.”
“That’s very wise of him,” Deniece said gently. “And very respectful of your decision. He’s okay with you attending?”
“He is. He knows I’m an adult, and he knows I’m ... lonely.” Violet’s wings fluttered slightly. “There are no male fairies my age in the village. No romantic prospects at all. I have a daughter to raise, but I also have needs. Father understands that.”
Deniece leaned back in her chair, her expression warm and supportive. “I’m glad you have that kind of relationship with him. Now, let me explain exactly what you’ll be doing Wednesday night, so you know what you’re agreeing to.”
“Please,” Violet said eagerly, leaning forward. “I want to know everything.”
“Alright.” Deniece folded her hands over her pregnant belly. “First, the logistics. You’ll arrive at Tim’s quarters—our quarters—before 5:30 on Wednesday evening. If for any reason you can’t make it or change your mind, you call me. No judgment, no questions.”
Violet nodded seriously.
“When you arrive, there will be five other women there: Queen Sofia, Jaann, Keyley, Linda, and myself. We all wear the same thing during the game: a red band, about three inches wide, that covers our breasts, and a small G-string to cover our pussies. That’s it.”
Violet’s eyes widened. “So we’re essentially naked.”
“Yes. The men like to see our bodies. It’s part of the atmosphere, part of the appeal.” Deniece’s tone was matter-of-fact. “You’ll be serving drinks and snacks throughout the evening. Moving around the table, refreshing glasses, bringing food from the kitchen. While you’re doing that, the men may touch you.”
“Touch me how?” Violet’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Hands on your ass, your thighs, your breasts through the band. They might slide fingers under your G-string. “ Deniece watched Violet carefully. “You don’t smack their hands away. That’s part of serving. But if anyone crosses a line or makes you uncomfortable, you tell me immediately, and I’ll handle it.”
Violet nodded slowly, processing this information.
“Here’s the good part,” Deniece continued with a slight smile. “If a man offers you a chip while you’re serving, you can take it. It’s yours. You get credit for it. Some of them are generous, especially if you’re friendly and flirtatious.”
“I can do that,” Violet said, a small smile forming.
“Good. Now, the main event.” Deniece’s tone became more serious. “This is your first time, so we’ll pair you with one of the male players. You’ll be his ... let’s call it his stake. When he runs out of chips to bet, he can bet you instead.”
Violet’s breathing quickened. “And if he loses?”
“Then the winner gets ten minutes with you. Right there, on or near the poker table, where everyone can watch.” Deniece let that sink in. “The winner can do whatever he wants with you in those ten minutes, as long as you consent. You can say no, but the expectation is that you’re there to be claimed.”
“What ... what usually happens?” Violet’s wings were fluttering nervously now.
Deniece’s expression softened. “That depends on who wins you and what they want. But Violet, honey, you need to understand something: you’re going to have all three of your holes filled, probably multiple times throughout the night.”
Violet swallowed hard. “All three?”
“Mouth, pussy, and ass,” Deniece confirmed bluntly. “Different men have different preferences. Some will want to fuck you missionary so they can see your face. Others will bend you over the table. You’ll suck cock. It’s ... it’s intense.”
“I...” Violet’s hands were trembling slightly. “I’ve never been with anyone larger than a fairy male. I’m so small.”
“If that’s the case, you may as well simply stay away. What Tim and I want is for everyone to be safe. Could you, through a miracle, grow taller?” Deniece said after a little pause while thinking. “Does 5 feet, 4 inches seem like a feasible target?”
Violet nodded. “Well, fairy women have a special magic. It allows us to be human size, for five hours.”
“Then you’ll use that before the game starts. At 5’4”, you’ll be better proportioned to take human and alien-sized cocks. It’ll still be a stretch—some of these men are ... well-endowed—but it’ll be manageable.”
Violet took a deep breath, her wings settling against her back. “Okay. What else?”
“After you serve a round of drinks or food, you come back to the kitchen. That’s your safe space. You can catch your breath, compose yourself, have a moment. I’ll check on you there between my own ... obligations.”
“You participate too?” Violet seemed surprised.
Deniece smiled. “I’m four months pregnant, but yes. My pussy still needs to feel a cock in it. It’s part of the dynamic. Tim and I have a hotwife arrangement—I enjoy being with other men, and he enjoys watching me with them.”
“That’s...” Violet searched for words. “That’s actually beautiful. The trust between you.”
“It is,” Deniece agreed. “And that’s the atmosphere we maintain. Respectful, consensual, supportive. Yes, it’s raw, sexual, and intense, but it’s also safe. Everyone there respects boundaries. Everyone wants everyone else to have a good experience.”
Violet was quiet for a long moment, thinking. Finally, she asked, “Can I ask about the sexy parts? The details?”
Deniece laughed softly. “What do you want to know?”
“What does it feel like? Being watched while someone ... while you’re having sex?”
“Honestly?” Deniece’s eyes grew distant, remembering. “It’s incredible. There’s something about being on display, being desired by multiple people at once, that’s intensely arousing. When you’re bent over that poker table with a cock inside you and you can feel everyone’s eyes on your body, watching you take it ... it’s like being worshipped.”
Violet’s breathing had quickened again. “And the men? What are they like?”
“All different. Tim can adjust his size with his nanobots—he’ll give you whatever you can handle. Karp has six arms, so he can touch you everywhere at once. Commander Vex-Korvath can sense your arousal through pheromones, so he knows exactly what you need. King Bryant loves to watch more than participate. Commander Rafe and Governor Falso are more dominant, athletic types. They’re all skilled, all respectful, all there to give pleasure as much as receive it.”
“I want this,” Violet said suddenly, her voice firm. “I’m nervous, yes. Maybe even scared. But I’m also ... I’m so ready to feel desired. To be touched. To experience what it’s like to be with someone who isn’t my size, who can fill me in ways I’ve never felt.”
Deniece reached across the desk and took Violet’s small hand in hers. “Then you’ll be there Wednesday night. 5:30, in my quarters. Wear something comfortable—you’ll be changing into the red band and G-string when you arrive. And Violet?”
“Yes?”
“Use your magic before you get there. Arrive already at 5’4”. It’ll make the evening easier, and you’ll have the full five hours to enjoy yourself.”
Violet nodded, squeezing Deniece’s hand. “Thank you. For explaining everything. For not making me feel ashamed for wanting this.”
“Never,” Deniece said firmly. “Your desires are natural and healthy. We all need connection, pleasure, touch. There’s no shame in seeking it in a safe, consensual space.”
Violet stood, her wings spreading slightly with newfound confidence. “I should go. I need to arrange childcare for my daughter Bell, and I want to mentally prepare.”
“Of course. If you have any questions between now and Wednesday, you know where to find me.”
At the door, Violet paused and turned back. “Deniece? Thank you for including me. For making me feel welcome.”
“You’re going to be amazing,” Deniece assured her. “Trust yourself, trust the process, and remember you can say no at any point. Your consent matters.”
Violet nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, and stepped through the door.
Alone in her office, Deniece returned to her desk and pulled up her planning notes for Wednesday’s game. Six men, six women, and a night that would introduce Violet to pleasures she’d only imagined.
She rubbed her pregnant belly thoughtfully. This was going to be an interesting game.
Part 2: Preparation
Wednesday evening arrived with anticipation humming through the air of Tim’s quarters on Deck 2 of the SSG1.
Deniece stood in the bedroom doorway, one hand resting on her four-month pregnant belly, watching the portal booth next to the bedroom hum to life. She’d laid out six red bands and six G-strings on the bed earlier, and now she waited for her friends to arrive.
The portal door opened, and Queen Aleksandra Sofia Mikhail stepped through, all six arms already reaching out to embrace Deniece before the door even fully closed.
“Deniece! Look at that belly!” Sofia’s three eyes focused on the pregnant bump with obvious delight. Two of her hands immediately went to touch it. “You’re showing so much more than last week at the beach.”
“I know,” Deniece laughed, accepting the embrace. “The baby’s growing fast. Tim says the nanobots are optimizing everything.”
“Speaking of Tim’s nanobots,” Sofia said with a wicked grin, “is his cock still getting hard every time he sees tits?”
“Every. Single. Time,” Deniece confirmed. “This morning I walked out of the shower, and he went from zero to fully erect in two seconds flat.”
“Poor man,” Sofia said, though she was clearly not sympathetic. “Cursed to be perpetually horny around eight topless wives.”
“He’s not complaining,” Deniece said, gesturing toward the bedroom. “Go get changed. Your red band’s on the bed.”
Sofia swept past her, already untying her robe. “Is Karp going to behave himself tonight, or is he going to show off with those six arms again?”
“When does Karp ever behave?” Deniece called after her.
The portal hummed again. Keyley stepped through, looking both excited and slightly nervous despite having been to the last game.
“Keyley!” Deniece hugged her. “Ready for round two?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” Keyley admitted, her hazel eyes bright. “After what Tim did to me last time ... I’ve been touching myself remembering it.”
“Good,” Deniece said approvingly. “Keep that energy. You’re going to need it.”
“Is King Elbert—” Keyley started to ask.
“Not here,” Deniece assured her quickly. “Your son is nowhere near this event. You’re safe to be as wild as you want.”
Keyley exhaled in relief. “Thank god. I love him, but I do NOT need him seeing his mother getting railed on a poker table.”
From the bedroom, Sofia’s voice rang out: “Keyley! Get in here! I need someone to tell me if this band makes my tits look good or just makes me look like I have six arms and bad fashion sense!”
Keyley laughed and headed into the bedroom.
The portal activated again. Jaann stepped through, and Deniece immediately noticed she was alone.
“No Gusha tonight?” Deniece asked, taking the smaller woman’s hands.
“He wanted me to experience this solo,” Jaann said, her lavender eyes sparkling. “Said I should get fucked senseless without him watching and without him reclaiming me after. Just ... pure, unattached sluttery.”
“Sluttery,” Deniece repeated with a grin. “I love it. How do you feel?”
“Like I might fuck everyone in the room,” Jaann said bluntly. “I’m already wet and nothing’s even happened yet.”
“That’s the spirit. Get in there and change.”
Jaann practically skipped into the bedroom. Deniece heard immediate laughter as the three friends greeted each other.
“Jaann, you slut, you came back!” That was Sofia’s voice.
“Of course I came back! After Tim gave me eleven inches last time, how could I stay away?”
“Eleven inches?!” Keyley’s shocked voice. “I only took seven!”
“That’s because you’re a romantic, Keyley. I’m a size queen.”
More laughter.
The portal hummed. Violet stepped through—already enhanced to 5’4”—looking nervous but determined.
“Violet!” Deniece hugged her. “You used your magic already. Smart.”
“I didn’t want to forget,” Violet admitted. “Five hours starting about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Perfect timing. The girls are all in there. Go join them.”
Violet headed into the bedroom, and Deniece heard warm greetings.
“Violet! Those wings look gorgeous today!”
“Are you ready to get that fairy pussy stretched?”
“Sofia! Don’t scare her!”
“I’m not scared,” Violet’s voice, gaining confidence. “I’m excited.”
“That’s our girl!”
Finally, the portal activated one last time. A woman Deniece had never met stepped through—tall, confident, with vibrant red hair and a body that screamed “former model.”
“Linda Walker?” Deniece asked.
“That’s me.” Linda’s green eyes assessed Deniece with professional quickness. “You must be Deniece. Thank you for allowing me to join your group tonight.”
“Welcome to the group.” Deniece shook her hand. “Fair warning: the other five women have known each other for about a year from our naked beach gatherings. They’re going to be a lot more comfortable with each other than you might expect.”
“That’s actually comforting,” Linda said. “Means they know what they’re doing, and I can just follow their lead.”
“Exactly. Come on, let’s get you introduced.”
They walked into the bedroom together. The scene was warm chaos—five women in various stages of undress, laughing and talking over each other.
Sofia stood completely naked, examining her red band critically with all three eyes. “I’m telling you, this thing doesn’t accommodate six arms properly. Where do I put the lower ones?”
“Wherever you want,” Jaann said, already in her G-string and struggling with her red band. “Just make sure your tits are covered enough that the reveal is exciting.”
Keyley was pulling her G-string up, looking at herself in the mirror. “Does this make my ass look fat?”
“Your ass IS fat,” Violet said bluntly. “In the best possible way. Very grabbable.”
“Thank you?”
“Everyone,” Deniece announced, “this is Linda Walker. It’s her first game.”
Five heads turned. Linda gave a small wave.
“Oh, honey, you’re gorgeous,” Sofia said immediately, two of her hands gesturing welcomingly. “Former model?”
“How did you know?”
“The way you walk,” Sofia said. “Like someone who’s used to being watched. You’re going to fit right in.”
“Come here, sit,” Keyley patted the bed next to her. “First time is intimidating. We’ll tell you everything.”
Linda moved to sit, and Jaann immediately handed her a red band and G-string. “Start changing while we talk. No point being shy—we’re all going to be basically naked in ten minutes anyway.”
Linda began undressing without hesitation, revealing her impressive figure. Her 36DD breasts immediately drew appreciative looks.
“Jesus Christ,” Jaann breathed. “Those are magnificent.”
“Thank you,” Linda said, completely comfortable with the compliment. “They’re natural. Had them since I was sixteen.”
“I hate you a little bit,” Violet said, looking down at her own enhanced 34B chest.
“Don’t,” Linda assured her. “Yours are perfect for your frame. Mine gave me back problems for years.”
“Worth it though,” Sofia said, all three eyes appreciating Linda’s body. “The men are going to lose their minds.”
Linda wrapped the red band around her breasts, securing it in back. “So what’s the energy tonight? How does this usually go?”
“Well,” Deniece said, starting to change into her own outfit, “the men arrive at six. We serve them drinks while they play poker. They touch us while we serve—ass grabs, breast squeezes, fingers under the G-string, that kind of thing.”
“And we don’t stop them?” Linda asked.
“Hell no,” Jaann said. “That’s half the fun. Let them get worked up.”
“When a man runs out of chips,” Keyley continued, “he can bet one of us instead. If he wins, he has to collect his ten minutes with whoever he bet. If he loses, the winner gets ten minutes with her.”
“Ten minutes to do what?” Linda asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.
“Anything,” Sofia said bluntly. “Fuck your pussy, your ass, your mouth. Bend you over the table, lay you on it, have you ride them. Whatever they want, whatever you consent to.”
“And everyone watches,” Violet added, her wings fluttering. “That’s part of it. Being on display.”
Linda’s eyes gleamed. “I think I’m going to love this.”
“You will,” Deniece assured her. She pulled on her G-string, her pregnant belly now visible above it. “Just remember you can say no to anything. Consent is ongoing. If something doesn’t feel right, speak up.”
“Got it.” Linda adjusted her red band, showing optimal underboob. “So who are the men?”
“Tim, my husband—he can adjust his cock size with nanobots,” Deniece said.
“Karp, my lover—six arms, three eyes, very talented,” Sofia added with a grin.
“King Bryant—shorter guy, prefers watching to participating,” Keyley said.
“Then three new ones,” Deniece continued. “Commander Rafe Daltris, military dominant type. Governor Falso Cait, athletic and competitive with nine inches. And Commander Vex-Korvath, who can sense pheromones. Tim told me this information. That way I could inform you ladies, like I’m doing right now.”
“Nine inches?” Jaann’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I hope I get him.”
“You’re such a size queen,” Violet teased.
“Proud of it,” Jaann shot back. “After a decade with Gusha’s five inches, I deserve to be stretched.”
“Speaking of being stretched,” Sofia said, turning to Linda, “what’s your tolerance? Ever taken anything really big?”
“My Ex-husband was about average,” Linda admitted. “Six inches, maybe. So this will be new territory for me.”
“Start with someone who’ll be gentle,” Keyley advised. “Work your way up. Don’t go for the nine-inch guy first thing.”
“Unless you want to,” Jaann interjected. “I’m just saying, sometimes you want to dive into the deep end.”
“And sometimes you want to be able to walk afterward,” Keyley countered.
The women laughed.
Violet was examining herself in the mirror, wings fluttering nervously. “Do I look okay? I’ve never worn anything like this.”
“You look like fairy porn,” Sofia said bluntly. “In the best way. That iridescent skin with the red? Stunning.”
“Plus your wings,” Linda added, now fully dressed in her red band and G-string. “They’re going to want to touch them. Are they sensitive?”
“Very,” Violet admitted. “If someone strokes them right, I might come just from that.”
“Oh, we’re telling the men that,” Jaann said with a wicked grin.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Too late, already planning it.”
Deniece, now fully dressed, checked the time. “Alright, ladies. We have ten minutes before the men arrive. Everyone ready?”
“Ready to get fucked,” Jaann said cheerfully.
“Ready to be worshipped,” Linda added.
“Ready to finally experience a real cock,” Violet said, then blushed at her own boldness.
“There she is!” Sofia crowed. “That’s the energy we need!”
Keyley stood, smoothing her hands over her G-string nervously. “I’m ready. Nervous, but ready.”
“Same,” Deniece said. “Now, let’s head to the kitchen. Melanic’s been preparing food and drinks. We’ll do a final check before the men arrive.”
The six women—all in matching red bands and G-strings, all friends (old and new), all ready for the night ahead—filed out of the bedroom toward the kitchen.
As they walked, Jaann leaned over to Violet and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Just remember: if you’re gonna be a ho, be a professional ho.”
“What does that even mean?” Violet asked, laughing.
“Means take their chips, take their cocks, and take no shit,” Jaann said with authority.
“Words to live by,” Sofia agreed, all six arms gesturing emphatically.
They entered the kitchen together, where Melanic—one of Tim’s wives who’d opted to cook tonight instead of participate—was arranging platters of food.
“Ladies,” Melanic greeted them warmly, her 942-year-old eyes (in a body that looked 42) taking them all in. “You all look beautiful. Ready for tonight?”
“Ready as we’ll ever be,” Deniece said.
The six women gathered in the kitchen, their nervous energy mixing with excitement and anticipation. In ten minutes, the men would arrive. In ten minutes, the game would begin.
Part 3: The Men Arrive
Tim stood in the living room of his quarters, checking the setup one final time. The round poker table was positioned in the center of the room, six chairs arranged around it. Stacks of colored chips sat in front of each seat. Near the table, comfortable seating surrounded the space—places for men to sit, watch, and relax when the game paused.
From the kitchen, he could hear the muffled sounds of feminine laughter and conversation. Six women, barely dressed, preparing themselves for the evening ahead.
At precisely 6:00 PM, the door chimed.
Tim opened it to find Aleksei Bogdan Karp standing there, all six arms moving in a gesture of greeting. His three emerald eyes gleamed with anticipation.
“Tim,” Karp said warmly, stepping into the living room. “Ready for another evening?”
“Always,” Tim replied, clasping one of Karp’s hands and leading him toward the seating area. “Sofia’s already here. In the kitchen with the others.”
“I heard them from the hallway,” Karp said with a grin, settling into one of the comfortable chairs. “That laugh of hers is unmistakable.”
Tim moved to the bar and poured them both drinks. From the kitchen came a particularly loud burst of laughter, followed by what sounded like Jaann saying something outrageous.
“That sounded like someone making a dick joke,” Karp observed.
“Probably,” Tim agreed, handing Karp his drink. “They’ve been at it for twenty minutes.”
The door chimed again. King Bryant entered, looking around the quarters with obvious curiosity. At 5’2”, he was the shortest man in the room, but he carried himself with quiet dignity.
“Tim. Thank you for the invitation,” Bryant said, joining them in the living room area.
“Bryant, welcome. This is Karp—he was at the first game.” Tim poured another drink.
Karp extended two of his six hands in greeting. “Good to meet you. Tim mentioned you prefer watching to participating?”
Bryant’s face reddened slightly. “I ... yes. I find observation more pleasurable than direct action, usually.”
“No shame in that,” Karp assured him, settling back in his chair. “Some of the best moments happen when you’re watching others.”
“Like a nature documentary,” Tim added, “but with fucking.”
Bryant laughed despite himself, accepting his drink. “That’s one way to put it.”
The door chimed twice in quick succession. Commander Rafe Daltris and Governor Falso Cait arrived together, having apparently met in the corridor.
Rafe entered first—6’3”, muscular, with gray eyes that assessed everything with military precision. “Captain Bodge. Commander Rafe Daltris. I appreciate the invitation.”
“Welcome, Commander. Come in, have a drink.” Tim gestured to the living room seating.
Falso followed—6’5”, athletic, with prematurely gray hair. “Governor Falso Cait. I’ve been looking forward to this since you mentioned it last week.”
“First time?” Karp asked as the newcomers settled into the seating area.
“First time,” Falso confirmed, accepting a drink from Tim.
From the kitchen came another peal of feminine laughter.
“That’s quite a sound,” Rafe observed with a slight smile.
“Six women who’ve known each other about a year,” Tim explained, pouring drinks. “They meet regularly at a naked beach on the ship. Very comfortable with each other.”
“Naked beach?” Falso’s eyebrows rose. “There’s a naked beach on this ship?”
“Deck 5. Private area. The women use it to relax and talk without judgment. This game is sort of the male equivalent—a place where we can all be ourselves without rank or title mattering.”
The door chimed one final time. Commander Vex-Korvath stepped through, bringing with him an almost tangible sense of calm. His earth-brown skin with green undertones marked him immediately as Hatno.
“Captain Bodge. Thank you for including me,” Vex said, his voice deep and earth-rich.
“Commander Vex-Korvath, welcome. Join us.” Tim gestured to the last open seat in the living room circle.
As Vex settled in with his drink, Tim remained standing, addressing the group. “Alright, gentlemen. Before we start, let me explain how this works.”
The six men leaned forward, listening.
“Simple poker game,” Tim began. “When you run out of chips, you can bet one of the women instead. She becomes your stake in that hand.”
“Bet a woman?” Rafe asked.
“Yes. Each of you will be paired with one woman at the start. She’s not yours—she’s just your betting stake when you have no chips left. If you win the hand after betting her, you collect your ten minutes with her. If you lose, whoever wins the pot gets ten minutes with her.”
“Ten minutes to do what?” Falso asked.
“Whatever she wants to do with the winner,” Tim said, and the shift in language was deliberate. “These women aren’t here because we dragged them. They’re here because they want to be. They have desires, needs, curiosities of their own. When someone wins a woman in a hand, she chooses to give herself to that winner.”
The room grew more serious as the men absorbed this.
“I need to be very clear about something,” Tim continued. “The women you’re about to meet are not whores. They’re not prostitutes. They’re respectable women with full lives outside this room. Some are mothers. Some have important positions. Some are professionals. They’re here tonight because they want to explore their sexuality in a safe space where they can be desired without judgment.”
Karp nodded. “My partner attends because she enjoys it. She likes the attention, the variety, the freedom. I’m here too, and we’re both fine with that. It’s about mutual pleasure and respect.”
“When someone wins one of these women in a hand,” Tim continued, “the game stops. We all watch, drink, snack, and give them their ten minutes. No cards are played during that time. After ten minutes, the game resumes.”
“So we’re all just ... watching?” Bryant asked, and his tone suggested this was exactly what he wanted.
“Exactly,” Tim confirmed. “Part of what these women want is to be on display. To be desired by multiple men at once. The exhibitionism is part of the appeal for them.”
Vex spoke up, his deep voice thoughtful. “I can already sense the pheromones from the kitchen. Excitement, anticipation, arousal. They’re genuinely eager for this.”
“Exactly,” Tim said. “This is mutual. We’re here to give them what they want as much as to get what we want.”
“Got it,” Rafe said. “Respectful participation.”
“With fucking,” Falso added.
“Yes, with fucking,” Tim confirmed with a grin. “Lots of fucking.”