One annoyed husband by Tiathingy

They hadn’t been married for that long and generally their lives together were calm, loving and generally a bit dull if Josh was honest with himself. He loved Stella, but she didn’t do enough ‘exciting’ things for his liking. They had plenty of sex, but it was always ‘vanilla’; they would be fucking and even though he thought she was enjoying it, she would always slap his hand or stop completely when he started anything interesting.

He did get her drunk one night and after some sloppy and drunken sex, he managed to slip at least the first inch of his finger inside her arse before she went mental.

Josh had tried to fuck her in the arse – the last time he suggested giving it a go the reaction from Stella was a nightmare; shouting, sleeping on the couch, the silent treatment and definitely no sex for a week.

He liked fucking her, but had so many additional thoughts on how they could expand their sex life. He only really got properly hard when he watched porn. The kind of lust that actually made him yearn and obsess. It was just so fucking annoying as he knew that things could be so much better.

Josh had so many more and exciting things he wanted to try, but slowly he came to the depressing realisation that this was it; he would never see two cocks in his wife, he would never feel her tongue lick his arsehole or the thousand of other things he REALLY wanted to do.

He once tried to fuck Stella while they were in the car and even got to play with her tits in the open air. Again he had used alcohol to lossen her up when they went out for dinner; it was a great night, touching during the meal and he even managed to see up her skirt.

He often felt jealous as hell as during his poker games with his friends; the ‘stories’ they told showed him that other women would do lots of awesome things. He listened like his life depended on it when Dave talked about accidentally coming in his ex-wife’s mouth or the anal Phil had on his birthday last year.

The worst was his childhood friend who had done so much more and would let everybody know about it. Threesomes, foursomes, a bit of dogging and even swapping partners. Josh just hung on every word when Grant started talking – he even got hard listening to one tale about fucking a drunk girl during a party – he would have loved to take advantage of Stella like that.

It was Josh’s turn to host the poker night and even though Stella would normally go out for a girly night Josh knew she was in all night. Stella asked if she could play but he had said no way and that girls were not allowed.

This wasn’t actually true but Josh liked the banter and knew that Stella would by definition sanitise the night. No stories, no swearing and no outrageous bets. Josh loved it when the bets got high, the rush he got knowing that the money on the table was too big and if Stella ever found out the size of some the pots she would go mad.

They had decided that Stella would stay upstairs and only venture down to say hello. So Josh set up the table, got the beers cold and also set up the shots ready for the quick draw round. Stella came down just as Josh was finishing up.

“So are you ready for your big night?” Stella said as she breezed past on her way to the kitchen. As she walked past she dipped in to the buffet of ‘fatty snacks’ that was a staple of poker night. She wore a pair of black leg-ins and a canary yellow tank top and even Josh could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Josh grabbed her as she went back upstairs and put his arms around her waist. “So are you happy with what is going to happen tonight?” Josh’s question was more of a plea than a question. He just wanted a good night without any hassle.

“Yes – don’t worry I will be well behaved and leave you boys alone… I promise not to get all girly over your poker night”. As she turned to go upstairs Josh grabbed her tighter and gave her a kiss, “Thanks darling – I owe you one for this. Do you have everything you need?”

Nodding her head she walked upstairs just as the front door bell went. She changed direction and went to open the door. “Hi Guys, come in. The beers in the fridge”. “Hi Stella, gorgeous as always” Dave walked in and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as he walked past.

Phil also greeted Stella and was a little bit more ‘handsy’ than Dave was and Josh watched with interest as Phil pulled Stella close to him and slipped a hand down to her lower back. They chatted and Stella giggled a little as Phil whispered something into her ear. He even slapped her arse as they broke apart.

“Oi that belongs to me… you touch, then you have to pay” Josh smiled as Stella skipped away from Phil and went upstairs. “See you boys later, I’ve been banished upstairs.”

“No way, who is going to get me beer and give me a lap dance?” Dave quipped. “I thought that was my job” Grant walked through the door with almost perfect timing.

“About time you turned up. I thought you had bottled out again” Grant opened his arms and said “One time and remember she was really dirty and the chance to fuck her over seeing you three…” he stopped mid-sentence as he spotted Stella just going up the stairs.

“Sorry Stella, didn’t see you there” pivoting beautifully “you look stunning as usual” Stella returned to the group and gave Grant a hug. “Beer?” Stella offered to Grant. “Awesome gorgeous”. She walked to the kitchen and got out three beers from the fridge. All eyes watched her arse as she bent into the fridge.

“Come on faggots, lets play poker” “First person to lose all his chips has to serve us beer and dress up in a thong”. Dave said while sitting down. Stella put the beers on the table and as she walked back upstairs said “Enjoy, not too much noise and it is a shame I’m not allowed to play as it would be fun to take all your money”.

“Alright sweetie, see you later” Josh said as she disappeared upstairs. All attention went to the centre of the table and Phil started to deal the first set of cards. Drinks, poker and banter were free flowing and it was perfect. Stella did pop down for after about an hour by which point Josh was up by about £300.

“Sorry boys, just getting another drink after my bath.” All eyes immediately followed Stella as she walked past the table in her white bath gown. She went to the fridge and asked if anyone wanted a top-up. Four calls requesting more beer followed and straight after a roar went up from all of them as on the river card a Jack of Spades appeared.

This meant they all had to do a shot; this time it was Josh’s choice and so it was vodka. “What are you idiots up to? You scared the whatits out of me and I nearly dropped the beer.” “Shot round and as you are here you have to do it as well – thems the rules” Grant opened the vodka and started pouring the drinks.

“Okay why not.” Stella bent over Phil and took the drink – as she did her gown opened a little and Phil couldn’t help but sneak a look at her perfect right tit – erect nipple and amazing perk flesh. Opened mouthed for a split second Phil shifted in his seat hoping this would never end.

They all downed the vodka and slammed the glasses on the table disturbing a small number of chips. “Damn that is fine” Stella eyes lit up and unfortunately for Phil, her gown straightened up and her beautiful breast disappeared forever. “Why don’t you take a seat and play a few hands?” Phil couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“NO WAY” Josh said a bit too forcefully and Stella shot him a death stare. He visibly shrank in his seat and looked at his cards. “No, I can’t… thanks for offer”. “Come on Stella, ignore Josh he is scared you will take his shirt.” Dave smiled knowing that it would wind up Josh.

An almost universal call came from three of the players suggesting that Stella would be most welcome. As she grabbed the closest empty chair Josh was obviously not happy. “I will not lend you any money and any debts are your problem. I will make it my sole ambition to get you out as soon as possible” the bile in his voice was obvious but Stella didn’t care.

“Come on boys lets play ball” Stella laughed as she got a sizeable wedge of money out of her gown pocket. “Don’t you think you should put some clothes on first?” Josh said as he dealt the first hand. Stella didn’t move and just stared at Josh. “Just deal the cards” she shot back.

Josh didn’t say a lot for the next few hands and Grant certainly didn’t say anything when Stella leant over to pick up her winnings. He got a great shot of Stella’s perfect breasts hanging almost out of her gown. Stella was doing well, overall up on the night and this didn’t help Josh’s mood.

Another couple of shot rounds appeared and Josh could tell that Stella was more drunk than he had seen her in a long time. From his advantage point he got a glimpse of Stella’s leg and on at least one occasion thought she wasn’t wearing any panties ‘What the fuck is she playing at, fucking unbelievable. She basically showing off herself to everyone’. Josh fumed and carried on raising where he could on Stella.

More drinks and more ‘shot rounds’ meant that Stella was really drunk and her poker play was becoming predictable and sloppy. Almost wiped out by some bad play Stella finally got a good hand, an Ace flush and couldn’t help but get excited. She waited for her chance to bet and went all in. Immediately Josh folded and was closely followed by Dave.

Grant looked over at Stella, cute as a button with those fantastic tits and that arse you could die for. Grant looked at his hand and started to fold but something stopped him. He looked at his stack of chips and knew this was Stella’s last chance. He paused and then called her bet.

The next card only helped Stella and made her position even stronger. In a moment of bravado Stella said “it’s a shame I can’t bet any more money as your arse is mine”. That got everybody’s attention. “You can” Grant said calmly, “you can add more funds anytime but you have to have the funds and unless you got some stuck in your panties you are shit out of luck”