Shared And Forbidden

I grew up with Deb. Our parents got married when we were both in high school, so we spent years in the same house pretending the looks and the late-night talks didn’t mean anything. We were careful. Too careful. The first time it happened was the summer after she turned twenty-one and I was twenty-three. Mom and her husband were out of town. Deb came home from a date already pissed off, found me in the kitchen, and we ended up against the counter. She kept saying we shouldn’t while she pulled her panties to the side and sank down on me. After that we never really stopped. We just got better at hiding it. She got married a year later. That didn’t stop her from coming over when her husband worked late. Tonight she was supposed to be “just stopping by.” My friends were already at the table when the doorbell rang. I folded my tens and king and went to the door. Deb stood there in a black mini halter dress and heels, wedding ring still on. I told the guys I’d forgotten she was coming over and asked if they minded her joining the game. They laughed and said they’d enjoy taking her money too. “We’ll see about that,” she said, sliding into the empty chair beside me. Jon dealt. After a few hands of regular poker and the usual s**t-talk, Deb excused herself to the bathroom. When she came back I could tell she’d adjusted something under the dress. I was dealing the next round. After the discards she looked around the table and said we should play for clothes instead of money. The guys agreed fast. I caught her eye and smirked so she knew I understood what she was starting. I won the first hand. Matt told her to take the dress off, but I held up a hand and said I won so I got to call it. Too late. The other three were already kicking their pants off. Deb leaned over, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “Don’t worry,” against my ear. I stood, undid my jeans, and pushed them down. At the same time she pulled the dress over her head. No bra. Just the heels and a black thong. “Damn,” Greg said. “You look good.” Deb smiled at all of us. “You’ll all get a turn.” She dealt blackjack next. I busted. Greg won and told her to lose the panties. The rest of us took our shirts off. Deb stood, hooked her thumbs in the thong, and slid it down. She stayed on her feet so everyone could look. Then she told the guys they could fold before the next hand was even dealt. They stood and finished stripping. Once we were all naked she had us form a loose circle around her. She dropped to her knees, one hand on my c**k, the other on Matt’s, and started stroking. Greg, standing to my right, told her to suck. She looked up at me first, licked her lips, and waited. I nodded toward Greg. She kissed the head of his c**k, then turned and took Matt into her mouth. “Aw man, I wanted to be first,” Greg muttered. She stroked him while she worked on Matt, then switched. She went around the circle, giving each of us a few minutes of her mouth before she stood again. “Okay,” she said, wiping her lips. “I’ve already had Tim. I know how he feels. I want the three of you in my p***y. Greg first.” She put her arm around his waist and started toward the bedroom. “What about the rest of us?” Greg asked. “You’ll get turns. I want one-on-one right now. Unless you want Jon to go first.” Matt laughed. “Don’t forget a rubber. She’s married, bro.” Deb looked back at him. “He won’t need one.” She slipped her wedding ring off and walked it over to me. “Hold this. Put it somewhere safe.” I took it. She grabbed my c**k on the way back to Greg and I palmed her ass as she walked away with him. We heard them almost immediately. I opened the bedroom door so the rest of us could watch. Deb was on her back, legs spread, telling Greg to f**k her hard and deep. Jon nearly fell into the room. She saw us and waved us in. “f**k me, stud. f**k me hard,” she told Greg, never slowing down. He came inside her a minute later, pumping while she told him to fill her. After he finished she let him suck her t**s for a second, then motioned Jon over. She kissed him, got him hard again, and climbed on top. She rode him while he gripped her ass and groaned about how hard she was moving. She kissed him to shut him up, then had him flip them. He drove into her until he finished, some of it leaking out onto her stomach when he pulled out. Deb cleaned up in the bathroom and came back for Matt. She kissed him, let him grope her, then dropped down and sucked him until he was ready. He lay back. She kept sucking him deep while the rest of us watched. I stepped out for a drink. Greg and Jon tried to give me s**t for leaving. I ignored them. When I came back Matt was on top of her, thrusting. Greg had his c**k in her mouth again. She alternated between Greg and Jon while Matt f****d her. Matt grunted that he was close. Greg and Jon both finished across her face and chest while Matt came inside her. After that I told the guys I was going to tap that ass too. Deb came out, thanked them for the night, and said she wanted to be alone with me now. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom, leaving the door open on purpose. She dropped to her knees and sucked me while they watched from the hallway. I grabbed her hair and fed her my c**k until I came in her mouth. She swallowed, licked me clean, and smiled up at me when the door finally clicked shut behind us.