It's Saturday, wintertime, cold and dark, and I’m looking forward to a night out with my girlfriends.

My boyfriend is having a guys-night-in with his buddies at our place tonight. Frankly, the notion of talking sport over several rounds of beer and dozens of hands of poker doesn’t sound that exciting to me, but he seems to love it.

It's been a long-standing monthly tradition that the four guys take turns hosting. This month just happens to be DJ’s turn, and it seems easier all around to just clear out for the night and let them have the run of the place.

I head out before the guys arrive and meet my friends for dinner, which turns into a movie, followed by a few drinks at a pub near my place. By 10 pm, I’m nearly ready to head home.

I text DJ from the pub: “How’s the game?”
He replies: “Good, think we’ll be wrapping up soon. I’ve lost too much money already!”
“LOL, ok I’ll stay out with the gals for a while yet and let everyone clear out.”
“OK, babe … xoxo.”

I relay the details to my girlfriends, and tell them I’m in for one more round of espresso martini`s and a bit more girl chat.

Before I know it, it’s almost midnight. Surely they’re done by now, I think, and agree to a ride home from my best friend when she announces it’s time for her to get going.

The whole way home, I’m thinking about jumping DJ as soon as I get there – he’s always worked up after a poker game.
I don’t know if it’s the beer or the non-stop sexual innuendo that accompanies these card games that gets him wound up and more horny than normal – which is already pretty excessive – but I enjoy being on the receiving end of it. After last month’s poker game, he came home, crawled into bed and spent half an hour licking my pussy.

I could definitely go for that right now.

When my friend drops me off, I make a beeline for the door, unlock the bolt and step in quietly. I wonder if DJ’s already gone ahead to bed, feeling disappointed. No sex after poker night? This’ll be a first.

“Hello? Is that you, babe?” I suddenly hear him shout from downstairs.
“Yes, it’s me!”

Hearing his voice, I feel a rush of arousal. He’s awake after all – probably still cleaning up.

“I didn’t expect you yet,” he shouts up.
I laugh.
“Well, it’s not that early,” I say. “It’s midnight.”

I pull off my jacket and hang it on the hook by the door, then yank off my heels and drop them to the carpeted floor as I head towards the stairs to the basement.

“Anyway, I missed you,” I continue. “And we always have so much fun after poker night, so I thought I’d just come ahead home and, you know, get naked.”

No response?
What the hell?

As I head down the stairs, I start to pull open my wrap dress, letting the sides come apart so that my breasts are out, my pink and black bra – one of his favorites – now revealed. As I descend, I open the front clasp of the bra and let it come apart an inch.

I’m looking down, partly at my fingers working the clasp but mostly at my feet so I don’t stumble. When I get almost to the bottom, a voice finally breaks the silence.

Not DJ’s voice, though.

“Uhhhhh,” says John, obviously uncertain.

My head whips up, eyes wide, and I freeze. When my head lifts, my hair that was covering my chest comes up over my shoulders, and there’s no hiding the fact that my breasts are out - bra dangling, top of the dress pushed open.

“Oh. Shit. Oh. Oh my gosh,” I stammer.

On any other occasion I might have made a joke and hastily retreated. Instead – thanks to those earlier drinks at the pub, no doubt – it takes me a second to get my bearings.

“Everyone … is … still … here. Oh. Ok. Wow.”

I can imagine exactly what I look like: somewhere between utter innocence and wanton as fuck, surprised as a animal in headlights, breasts on display, nipples hard, and no debate whatsoever as to what my intent was.

Pinning my eyes to DJ’s, I can tell he’s torn between amusement, surprise and rock-hard – instant, utter, and total arousal.

“Yes, baby,” he says grinning. “Everyone is still here.”

I grab the sides of my dress, and close it over me like a robe.

“Oh shit, I'm so sorry, oh god.”

I turn and head back up the stairs at a jog.

I hear one of the guys exhale, hard, and under his breath say, “Jesus, you lucky bastard” .

I know it's not that he thinks I'm some supermodel. Simply that I’m prancing downstairs, getting naked, seeking out sex – no sweet-talking required.

DJ told me what the conversation around this table involves: sport, work talk and complaining about lack of sex. For the guys at this table, a half-naked woman offering herself up for a late-night romp is probably fantasy number one.

DJ finally pipes up just as I nearly reach the top of the stairs.

"Don't go, baby," he says, laughing a little. "It's ok, come back, you haven't offended anyone."

John, always the peacemaker and the clown, throws in: "No, just the opposite - I think you just made one man very, very happy and the other three happy and a little jealous. It's not every night I get to see a woman undressing with the lights on."LoL

I stop, and bite my lip.

"I didn't know you guys were here," I say, and I can hear in my own voice a mix of embarrassment and now, slowly dawning humour. "I don't make a habit of undressing for crowds, unless they want me to."

The joke is lost on the other three, but DJ barks out a sudden laugh.

I know what he’s thinking, and I’m willing to bet it’s making him hard as hell.

We recently discussed what it would be like to have someone else join us for “playtime” and, loosened up by a few glasses of wine, I’d confessed to DJ that in the right setting, with the right men, I'd do whatever he wanted me to - starting with getting undressed “for the crowd.”

He’d stared at me like I had spoken a foreign language.

“Men? As in multiple men?” he had asked. “I was sort of assuming one man. You mean… several? For real?”

I’d smiled and chuckled.

“It’s just a fantasy I have sometimes. Whatever. It’s not a big deal.”
“Really?” he’d said. “You think about doing this?”

I nodded yes and he’d spent twenty minutes asking me every related question he could think of, ending with “would you actually go through with something like that” and me answering, shyly, in the affirmative.

My accidental flashing incident has most certainly brought that conversation straight to mind.

"Seriously, babe, come back down. The poker was getting dull anyway," he says.

I turn, and hesitantly head back down the stairs till I'm at the bottom, maybe twenty feet from the poker table. I know my face is red and I’m having a hard time making eye contact, but admittedly the humour of the situation is making me feel more comical than embarrassed now.

When I look up at DJ, I can tell he’s having no problem with awkwardness at all. He looks a little bit tipsy, he’s got a huge grin, and when he leans back in his chair, I can see he’s got a erection pushing against his pants.

He beckons to me. "Come here, love," he says.

I approach the table with the dress still closed over my front, held in place with my hands like a bathrobe. He leans back, and motions for me to come down into his lap.

"Tell us, how was girl’s night out?”
"It was great. The usual. We went out for dinner, and then a movie – then up to the pub for some drinks. You know, girl chat. It was fun.”
"How did you get home?"
"Oh, Jen offered me a ride. She had to get home to sleep since she’s working in the morning, and the rest of the girls were staying.”
"So you left everyone else behind to come home?”
"Yes, but... well, I figured poker would be over and…”
“And?” he asks, still grinning.

I motion towards the stairs, and then look down.

“Well, you know… one track mind, I guess.”

The guys chuckle and I join in, laughing at myself, and shrug.

"Sorry! What can I say, he makes me crazy! I can't stay away."

I say it like a joke, laughing, but with the way I'm looking at DJ, they know it's not really a joke, and had no one been down here, I’d already be naked and fucking him.

No one says a word, and I see at least two of them shift uncomfortably.

"Anyway, it's boys-only poker! I know the rules! I'll go, I'll go!"

Before DJ can answer one way or the other, the other three chime in, each with with some variation of "No! No! It's ok, stay!"

David volunteers to deal me in, but I say no, I'll just watch.

So he deals, and I watch. DJ shows me his cards, and stage-whispers, "Ok, baby, tell me what to get rid of.” I play along, pointing to cards, and when the hand finishes, and he wins, I give a goofy cheer.

“Yay! I’m your lucky charm!”

When I put my arms up, the dress falls open a little. I had re-clasped the front hook on the bra when I’d gone back up the stairs, but the dress is still open wide, and when my arms go up, I feel it open, baring my breasts once more.

For a split second, I’m tempted to close it up again, but in the back of my head a voice says, “Fuck it, let’s just see what happens.” So I pretend not to notice, and just carry on as though nothing whatsoever is amiss.

I watch Jordan, sitting across from us, look from his hands – which are shuffling the deck for the next deal - up to my breasts, and back to his hands again, over and over. I notice that David has glanced over, and John too. Everyone has noticed that my dress is open – and everyone seems to think I haven’t realized it at all.

David clears his throat and says he's going for another beer, and asks if anyone else wants one. Everyone says yes, including me, and he heads off.

John makes conversation while the shuffling continues, asking me about the movie we’d been to earlier. We make small talk, and in the middle of the conversation, DJ shifts his hips just slightly so that his hard cock pushes up against me. I instantly push back, without missing a beat, still talking to John, moving as though I'm readjusting my position on DJ’s lap. His hand squeezes my hip as I grind harder on him. My panties are wet, and I wonder if I’ll be damp through the dress soon.

David returns, just as Jordan has finished the next deal, and the conversation dies off as everyone looks at their cards. I take a long pull from the beer, and turn to look at DJ’s cards again.

As my head turns, he leans up and kisses me.

"Jesus," he says. "Your face is cold as hell - how cold is it out there?"
"Oh, it's freezing... I think it might go down below zero tonight. Here, feel my hands."

I reach over and take his hand so he can feel how frigid I am.

His other hand moves inside my dress and squeezes one breast, thumb rubbing hard against the nipple.

"No wonder your nipples are so hard," he says, smiling, keeping it light, just a tease.
"Very funny," I reply.
"No seriously, rock hard," he says, and pinches one.

I moan – the tiniest, quietest moan in the back of my throat. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but enough for DJ to catch it, and to understand what it means: I liked it.

I liked that you did that. I liked that you did it in front of your friends.

David pipes up, laughing: "Fuck, man, stop talking about her nipples dude. You're going to make us all look like 13-year old-boys at their first dance, hiding hard-ons under the god damn table."

I smile.

"Well, don't bother hiding them then," I say, quietly, shyly.

The table goes very still, the hand of poker frozen in mid-play.

"No hiding?" DJ says with a wink. "You first then."

He pushes the dress open a little wider, undoes the clasp between my breasts, pulling the bra away and to the sides, letting it hang on either side of my bare tits.

"See," he says to the other guys, his eyes pinned on mine. "Rock hard nipples."

And he takes one nipple between his fingers and pinches it again.

This time, my moan is a little louder, more obvious.

I know exactly what DJ is thinking: after years of hanging out with these buddies, making jokes about sexual fantasies, listening to them complain about their boring sex lives, he knows this moment is the sort of thing they’ve all imagined at least once.

There’s no turning back now. The door is open – they’ll either walk through it with him or freak out.

He dips his head down, and takes my other nipple between his lips, and sucks.

My head falls back, and though I'm focused on the sensation of my nipple in his mouth, his tongue sliding back and forth over it, his lips sucking it in, I am still aware enough of my surroundings to hear the other three shift, clear throats, move in their seats.

"John, don't you want to see how hard her nipples are?" DJ says, his lips still at my breast, his hand moving away from the other one to allow John to touch. "It's ok, isn't it baby?”
I look at John, my mouth open slightly from the sensation of DJ’s mouth on me, and nod, smiling a little. I pull the dress open wider, till the shoulders have slipped backwards, my arms still in the sleeves that are now bunched around my elbows.

On my next breath, my chest rises up, and John's hand moves out to connect, cupping his whole hand over my breast at first, gently squeezing.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh," I say, breathy, eyes closing now, loving the sensation of it all.

The other two are riveted, and in the split second that I open my eyes, I see DJ watching them closely. Will they spook? But they look totally engrossed; in fact, David has one hand under the table like he's probably rearranging himself to deal with the erection making his pants uncomfortable.

"Stand up, baby," DJ says quietly.

I do so immediately, like I’m hypnotized. No question now – I want this.

Just seeing the looks on their faces – total complete overwhelming lust – has me so aroused I can feel my pussy making my panties wet. He pushes me back gently towards the table till my butt hits the edge of the small card table, and says, “lay back.”

I do, with my rear end right at the edge of the table, my head hanging back just slightly off the other side. DJ takes my legs in his hands, and pushes them up, putting my feet on the table, too.

The movement makes my dress slide up my legs, pooling over my hips and abdomen. He pushes it up further, exposing black panties and bare legs. He tugs the top part down more, exposing my breasts completely, and letting me pull my arms from the sleeves.

The cards are under me, forgotten, some scattered to the floor. Laying back, eyes closed, I now have one person at every side – North, South, East, West – with DJ at the south between my legs.

I can feel myself quivering, on display, and realize I’ve never felt this aroused before.

"Tell me what you were going to do to me when you got to the bottom of the stairs. If you'd found me alone."

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

"Tell me," he says, firmly.
"I was going to... hope that you were sitting on the couch, and... get on my knees... and... I was... well... I was going to... you know..."
"No, baby, I don't know, tell me."
"I was going to... open your pants... and… umm..."

He starts playing with my nipple again, leaning over me to do it. I can feel his breath on my neck.

"Tell me, baby."
"I was going to get your pants open and suck your dick..."
"And?"
"And... lick you..."
"And?"
"And... then get on top of you..."
"And?"
"And ride you till I came."
"And?"
"And…"
"And then what? What next, baby?"
"And then..."

I’m breathing hard now, saying all this as these men listen so intently.

"Tell me."
"And then... ask you to fuck my ass, too.”

I hear one of the men curse under his breath. DJ smiles.

"Hmm. That would have been great. But I think I'll like this too."

And then he pulls my panties aside, and slides two fingers into me.

The suddenness of it, the thick dragging feel of his two fingers in my wet pussy, makes me lose control and I'm instantly moaning, hips curling, begging.

He slides his fingers in and out for a second, watching, eyes intent between my legs. I can feel myself wet, dripping now, as my pussy lips pull along his fingers each time they slide out.

I almost forget anyone else is there, his fingers hypnotizing me as they push in over and over again.

But then DJ speaks, and I remember we’re not, in fact, alone.

"Well boys, you heard her... she wanted a cock in her mouth, and one in her pussy, and one in her ass. I think we’ve got enough manpower here… for the job?”

He grins, and there’s a moment’s pause. But then, one by one, they each reach forward, touching the part of me that is closest to each of them. DJ’s fingers are still inside of me, and I’m wet enough that I can hear the noise of it every time he slides out.

"DJ," says John, suddenly serious. "Is this..."
"Trust me, it's more than ok. We've talked about doing this, exactly. You guys, doing this. With her."

My eyes are mostly closed, but I nod, giving my consent.

“Please…” I say, a quiet whisper.

John's eyebrows go up, and I hear David and Jordan groan almost simultaneously. One of them whispers, “Fucking hell.”

"Baby, open your mouth."

I do, and DJ nods towards me while smiling at John.

"Well?" says DJ.

John moves around the table, opening his pants. His cock is big, hard. He's stroking it slowly as he comes around. I open my eyes as I hear him come closer, then let my tongue slide out over my bottom lip, opening my mouth wider for him, smiling. My eyes go to his cock as it hovers over my face.

Tentatively, he puts his tip to my lips and I instantly start licking, sucking, closing my mouth around his cock. He throws his head back, groans, and pushes further into my mouth, then pulling back again, starts a rhythm of small short thrusts.

The other two move their hands from where they were touching my body and unzip as well, their own cocks also hard and ready. DJ pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and leans over the table.

"Taste," he says, and I let John's cock pop out of my mouth, closing my lips around DJ’s fingers instead. "How do you taste, baby?" he asks.

I grin.

"Delicious, actually."
"Do you think you'll agree, David?" DJ asks, pointing towards my open legs.

David comes around the table, kneels down on the floor, and drops his head to my pussy, licking slow at first.

DJ puts his hands on one of my knees, pulling me open wider to get a better look, then steps aside to take off his pants and shirt, motioning to Jordan to do the same.

I close my eyes, lost to the feeling of David’s warm tongue on my cunt and and John’s cock in my mouth. DJ whispers my name and when I open my eyes, he nods at Jordan. I can’t turn my head with John’s cock in my mouth, but I move my eyes sideways to see Jordan standing next to the table. I move my hand to him, start to stroke him, loving the feeling of his soft silky skin in my hand.

I’m overwhelmed - the taste of John in my mouth, the feel of the others touching me, licking, my hands on them. Am I dreaming this?

I hear John start groaning, cursing – “fuck, fuck, fuck” – and I know he’s close to cumming. I reach up with my other hand and cup his balls, squeezing, gently and then he suddenly thrusts harder into my mouth. I’m trying to keep up with it, but a tiny bit of cum leaks out at the corner of my mouth as I swallow his load.

I see DJ watching. He rarely finishes in my mouth, preferring to be in my pussy when he cums, but I can tell he’s enjoying watching this.

As soon as John recovers, he turns his attention to my breasts again, leaning over me, sucking.

I’m so close to cumming, I start to beg.

“Fuck, fuck, please…” I moan out.

"Hold on, guys, hold on... get over on your tummy baby."

DJ helps me sit up, and then I turn around, bend over the table. Standing with my legs wide and my chest and cheek to the table top, I can feel my pussy wet from David’s tongue and from my own arousal.

"Tell us what you need, baby,” he says, his hand slipping along my slick pussy lips, rubbing and teasing me.
"Oh god…” I'm moaning now. "Please."
"Please what? Tell us?"
"I need..."

He stays silent, waiting. I know he won't go any further till I say it, making me wait to cum till I say it out loud.

"I need to cum baby please. I need to get fucked,” I finally gasp out.
"By who?"
"All of you."

DJ grins, motions for David to get between my legs, then moves around to the side of the table, close to where my face is turned, and pushes his cock into my mouth.

David lines up behind me, his cock pushing at my wet pussy hole, and I hear DJ say, "She likes a good spanking."

And just as he pushes into me, DJ leans over and smacks my ass.

I groan around his cock, so close to cumming now.

"Don't," he says. "Wait till I tell you."

He knows I love when he tells me what to do, bossing me around like this just when I’m on the verge of orgasm.

David is fucking harder now, pumping into me, his cock straining.

"Tell him how much you love his cock in you," DJ says.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck, I love your cock in me, fuck, fuck fuck me fuck me fuck me."

DJ smacks my ass again, and over the noise of it, I hear him telling David to "fuck my little slut harder, fuck her harder" and he does, ramming into me hard, his balls bouncing against me, until suddenly he cums, holding himself deep inside me.

"You ready for more, baby? Ready for another cock?”

When I nod yes, yes, yes, he turns and says, “Jordan? Your turn, buddy.”

Jordan's been stroking his cock this whole time, and he looks like he might cum just by touching himself before he ever gets inside me, but he moves around behind me and runs his fingers along my wet fucked pussy, pushing his fingers in, then pulling them out and running them all along my pussy to my asshole.

I squirm under the feeling of it, moan a little, and push back.

"Please," I say.

"She wants you to fuck her ass," says DJ.

Jordan stares.

"Fuck," he says. "I've never... fuck. Fuck me."

DJ leans over, licks my ass, pushes his tongue into me a little, making me wet, using his fingers to pull the wetness from my pussy up to my tight asshole.

"Go for it," he says. "She loves it. Like a good slut."

He’s never called me a slut before, never spoken about me like this. But I love it. I am being a slut, and I don’t feel bad at all – I feel incredible, filled, fucked, desperate for more and more and more. I moan, push back again, and feel suddenly the head of Jordan’s cock at my ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, please," I say, incapable of saying anything more.

He pushes his hard cock into me, and I feel my ass stretching to accommodate him, loving the feel of it. I realize suddenly that John, now recovered from cumming in my mouth, has gotten under the table, between my legs, and is licking around my clit with his warm tongue.

Jordan fucks my ass slowly, at first, but within a few strokes, he can't control himself and he starts moving faster, harder.

I look up at DJ, the strain of my near-orgasm showing on my face, my body bucking under the licking and ass-fucking.

He leans down, kisses me, his tongue licking into my mouth, tasting the cum still there from earlier.

He whispers, “Don't cum. Wait for me. Do not cum.”

I stare at him, needing, mouth open, my whole body bouncing with each hard thrust into me.

In another thirty seconds, I feel Jordan's knees buckle and he unloads into me, his upper body coming down over me as he cums hard, whispering “fuck, christ, fuck, god, fuck fuck,” as he does, aftershocks working through his whole body. Every few seconds his hips push again, deeper into me, for another full minute at least.

As he slowly finishes, John comes around to the end of the table now.

"Jesus christ, I know I already came in her mouth but, fuck, I need to fuck her properly," he says. He's hard again already, and as soon as Jordan pulls out of my ass, John takes his place, putting his hands on either side of my pussy lips to spread me wide, before pushing his cock in.

He buries himself deep, all the way, then stays there a moment. David – still under the table between my thighs - begins his licking again, and John puts his hands to my hips, letting go every few seconds to smack hard over my ass.

"Fuck,” he shouts. “Fuck, your fucking cunt feels so fucking good."

I look up at DJ and can tell he’s loving watching this as much as I’m loving doing it and I know he’s aching for his turn.

"Baby, tell us what a slut you are,” he says, eyes locked with mine.
"I am, fuck, I love it, I love it, I love it, fuck, fuck!"

Hearing me say it, John goes over the edge, thrusting hard and cumming, hands gripping me tightly.

DJ moves over to the couch, and sits down, his cock hard as a rock and standing straight up. When John slides out of me, DJ beckons me over.

I get up, aching, having still not cum, and walk towards him.

"I think you said you wanted to suck my cock, and then ride me till you came, didn't you?"

I smile, in a total fuck-daze.

"Yes."

I kneel, and start lazily sucking his cock. He takes my hair up into his hands, holding it like a ponytail so he can watch as I lick and suck him. I move my mouth down to his balls, and he spreads his legs to give me room. I lick all over, teasing him, knowing he’s been watching me the last half hour and is ready to cum.

"Get on top of me, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy, and I crawl up, straddling over him, my knees on the couch outside his closed thigh. I reach down between us, hold his cock up to my pussy and rub it back and forth a little, wetting his tip against me.

I know he wants me to sink down onto him, to feel my well-fucked pussy slide down around his cock, but I tease a little, knowing how much I can get away with, knowing that he enjoys this power reversal – having told me what to do, called me a slut, instructed me to open my mouth or not to cum yet.

Now it’s me who controls him.

I keep on, rubbing my pussy back and forth on his hard cock, smiling at him as I do so, until at last he puts his hands on my hips and pulls down hard, thrusting his own hips up at the same time.

"Mine," he grunts. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

On each thrust: Mine.

I'm using my thighs to push me up and down on him, my body coming down with a smack to meet his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes, yours, yes, yes."

He wraps his arms around me, grasping my shoulders, locking me into place, holding me down.

I realize the other three have come over to us now, hands cup my breasts, pinch at my nipples, fingers slide into my ass again form behind. I know DJ can feel the fingers stroking inside me as his cock fucks my pussy, and I squeeze tightly, making the space inside me even more snug, milking him.

"I need to cum, baby please, please,” I say.
"Wait, wait, wait for me,” he gasps.

He’s fucking into me harder and harder, hips thrusting with all his strength, hands pulling me down hard.

I take it, and take it, holding at the edge of my orgasm, just letting him pump and pump into me until finally he puts his hands on either side of my head and pull my face to his, kissing me hard as he keeps fucking me, until finally he says, "cum now, cum NOW."

He shouts, moans, groans, his lips still against mine, his breath in my mouth as he cums hard, my orgasm riding through me so my whole body shakes, my pussy tightens around him, my hands grab at his upper arms, my breath just one long, exhausted "fuck".
"You're amazing," he says.
"So are you," I reply.