Chapter Six
At last Friday came, at last—poker night! God, how poor Tom had both dreaded and yet also, secretly, very, very secretly, craved the long-awaited evening of depravity! Samantha was going to cheat on him, he told himself again in a strange sort of wonderment, first with Mike, and then with all the others. She was the love of his life, his soul mate, the mother of his children…and yet she was going to lie back full-bodied and busty and blonde, and smirking, would open her soft thighs wide so that eight grinning, wild-eyed men she scarcely even knew could each climb between her upraised knees, push balls-deep into the beautifully thick-lipped temptation with grateful, shuddery groans, and f**k her full of their jism.
But it was only fair, wasn’t it? supposed Tom in great evenhan
