Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that, at 35, I would be sitting in my basement, drinking beer, watching porn movies and playing poker with three other guys on a Friday night.

But that was the situation. My brother Frank, my brother-in-law Kris and a good friend of ours named Ike were sitting around the table with me as we did our best to enjoy ourselves, while most of our wives were out on the town, their destination being a strip club with an all-male revue. The only exception was Ike, who had been recently divorced.

It was close to two in the morning when we heard my wife, Jill, enter the house and call downstairs for the two married guys to get their asses moving. She informed them they were in for it, because their wives were in the mood after watching all that swinging meat in front of them.

Frank and Kris left immediately, and after saying good-bye to them, Jill came downstairs to join Ike and me at the card table. Now Jill usually handles her drinks pretty well, but that night she was a little over her limit. She wasn’t falling down or anything, just drunk enough to be happy. She grabbed the deck and began shuffling the cards, asking, “What’s the game?”

Having had just enough beer myself, I answered half-jokingly, “Strip poker!”

To my surprise, Jill said nothing, but started to deal the cards, bringing a cry of “All right!” from Ike. As it turned out, I won the first hand, and was surprised again at Jill’s reaction. She cheerfully removed her blouse, demanding that Ike follow her lead, which he did.

Ike won the second hand, and as I removed my shirt, I watched Jill reach behind her back, unhook her bra and pull it off. Ike and I both cheered as her beautiful firm tits came into view. Ike never took his eyes off her as I dealt the next hand, and she made no attempt to cover herself up.

Then I suddenly remembered something. A while back, Jill and I had been lying together after sex, when I asked her if she had ever thought of having sex with someone else. At first, she had said no, but after some further discussion she admitted that she might like having sex with Ike.

This idea had strangely excited me at the time, particularly since what she didn’t know was that back in school, Ike’s nickname had been “Donkey Dong.”

That sense of excitement came over me again now, and increased when I won the next hand. Jill then stood up and removed her slacks. When Ike hesitated, she chided him for holding up the game, telling him to get with the program. She stood watching him as he took off his trousers, revealing the huge bulge in the front of his briefs. Her eyes stayed on it as she seated herself again.

I expected to lose the next hand, but incredibly, my luck held out, and I watched the two of them as they pulled their underwear down, each of them focusing intently on the other. Ike’s huge dick sprang out eagerly, standing straight and tall. I noticed that Jill’s nipples were puffy, and I knew what she was thinking as they stood facing each other across the table.

I broke the tension-filled silence by announcing that I had to take a leak, and pushed myself away from the table. I made my way upstairs, pausing at the top to look back at them. They looked into each other’s eyes as Ike extended his hand to her.

That was all it took. Jill quickly made her way around the table to him, then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. As he held her close to him, she spread her feet apart and lowered her hand to his rigid cock, trying to stuff in into her drooling cunt. Ike backed her up to the wall, then picked her up and held her against it as he plunged his manhood into her. A loud cry erupted from her throat and she started kissing him all over his face and running her fingers through his hair as he continued to thrust into her pussy.

I watched them for another couple of minutes before continuing on to the bathroom, where I flushed the toilet to let them know I would be coming back. When I returned I again paused at the top of the stairs, to see what they would do.

I could hear Jill telling Ike to stay inside her, and him insisting on withdrawing before I came back. To her frustration (and mine) he won, and left her standing at the wall while he hastily seated himself at the table.

As I descended the stairs I caught a glimpse of the wide eyed, flushed look on my wife’s face, and couldn’t help but notice her splayed pussy lips. Ike was trying to subdue his raging hard-on and was having no luck at all. I smiled at them both, saying, “Would the two of you like to move this up to the bedroom, or continue what you were doing down here?”

Jill glared at me for a moment, and then laughed, saying, “You son of a bitch, you knew what would happen when you left, didn’t you?”

I laughed also. “Well, I wasn’t sure, but I did have hopes,” I told her. Then I turned to Ike and asked him if he had enjoyed himself so far. Recovering his aplomb, he chuckled and told me I was a lucky guy. “Well, that makes two lucky guys then, doesn’t it?” I said.

Jill then approached me, saying, “And that makes me one lucky girl,” as she hugged and kissed me.

“So,” I asked again, “down here or up in the bedroom?”

“The bedroom,” Jill answered. She then reached for Ike’s hand and led him up the stairs, his throbbing member bouncing in the air as I followed.

Once in our bedroom Jill went directly to our king-size bed and turned to face us. Ike was at her side instantly, appreciatively caressing her fabulous tits as I stripped and moved to her other side. Jill laughed and squealed as we sucked and probed her for several minutes, until her breathing became heavy and I knew she was ready.

I then asked her which one of us she wanted first, already knowing what her answer would be. She said nothing, but lay down on her back in the middle of the bed and beckoned for Ike to join her. She reached up and squeezed my hand as I bent in and kissed her. She smiled at me as he crawled between her legs and then turned her attention to him.

His one-eyed monster instinctively found her moist opening as he lowered himself onto her. “Fuck her good, Ike,” I advised him. “She deserves a good time.”

It was game on.

The changing expressions on my wife’s face were precious as her new lover pushed his meat stick inside her. They went from eyes and mouth wide open to eyes closed tightly and teeth bitting at her lower lip, to various combinations and gradations of these reactions. It took several moments for her to adjust to the size of his pole, but it was soon all the way inside her.

I sat myself on the edge of the bed to watch, my hard-on throbbing continuously as they fucked each other. She was wilder than I had ever seen her before, thrusting against his thrusts, squirming all over the bed, screaming and swearing throughout the experience.

It went on for an amazingly long time before Ike shouted out that he was coming. She pushed against him and tilted her head way back, clutching at the sheets, then suddenly let them go and grasped my hand as he pumped surge after surge of come into her.

They lay together for several minutes after that, until Ike finally withdrew. As he retreated to the basement for his clothes, Jill put on a robe and accompanied him. When he left, she kissed him good-bye at the front door and thanked him for making her night. He insisted he should thank her for making his, and they both laughed. As she watched him walk away, she called out, “Ike, don’t be a stranger!” He gave a big wave, but didn’t answer.

Jill and I then went back to bed, and I can attest to the fact that there isn’t anything wrong with sloppy seconds! It was the best sex I had ever experienced.

After that night nearly a month went by without either of us seeing or hearing from Ike. Then, late one Saturday night, when Jill and I had just returned home from a night out, the doorbell rang. When I answered it, Ike was standing there, visibly embarrassed. He hemmed and hawed a bit, until Jill stepped up and invited him in, asking what had taken him so long.

He admitted that he had been outside our house several times before, but hadn’t had the courage to ring the bell. “Well, we’re glad you could make it,” Jill said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” And she kissed him.

Being a proper host, I invited him to sit down and asked if he wanted something to drink. Jill impatiently interrupted me, saying, “My God, Tim, he didn’t come here for a drink!” She then started to unbutton his shirt, and as she did so he slipped the pullover blouse she was wearing over her head.

Not wanting to be left out, I reached up and unsnapped her bra, which she quickly removed. She began to undo his pants as I pulled her slacks down around her ankles, along with her panties. She kicked them aside as he stepped out of his trousers, and then focused on his briefs. “Damn,” she exclaimed as she lowered them, “It’s even bigger than I remembered!” She then grabbed it with both hands, and, holding it upright, bent down to kiss the head of it with a gentle fervor, teasing it with her tongue.

As she straightened up to smile at him, I grasped her arms and seated her on the edge of an overstuffed chair, spreading her legs and starting to eat her out. She was squealing with delight as Ike stepped up and fed her his dick again. Her hands tangled in his hair as she took him in, moaning around that huge shaft. She finally emitted a muffled cry and swallowed again and again as he flooded her mouth with his juices.

She continued to moan as I ate her to orgasm while Ike watched. When she panted out, “Take me to the bedroom,” Ike quickly picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hall.

In the bedroom he surprised me when he insisted I take her first, saying, “I’m going to fuck her all night long, as soon as you’re done.” Jill smiled brightly at that statement. I slipped into her hot, moist opening with ease, and was soon pounding my load into her. I had no sooner finished when she bounced me off her and held her arms out to Ike.

I watched closely as the head of his cock found her pussy and started to penetrate her. She let out a soft groan as he pushed into her, burying the entire length of his shaft inside her. Then he was fucking her, slowly and methodically, and she was loving every second of it.

It was nearly four in the morning when I fell off to sleep, with my wife and my friend still going strong. I awoke at about 10 the next morning to find the two of them lying face to face, asleep in each others arms, his cock still imbedded in her cunt.

I let them sleep as I showered and made myself something to eat. They slept for another two hours, and after showering together, joined me in the kitchen. Ike had a cup of coffee and then left, with Jill telling him she would see him soon.

When he was gone Jill told me she had invited Ike back for next weekend, adding that she hoped I was all right with that. Before I could answer she said that she thought Ike’s ex-wife must be crazy, leaving a man who could fuck like that.

The following weekend was truly wild, and we spent most of it in bed. The pattern of our sessions was mostly the same, with me fucking my wife first, and Ike finishing her off, taking all the time in the world. Jill loved the attention, and the sex was great. This went on almost every weekend for the next month, and I had never seen my wife so happy.

Then one Tuesday night I was awakened by some activity in the bed. Jill and Ike were going at it hot and heavy. This was strange, as the doorbell usually woke me up, and I hadn’t heard it ring. Since I had to work the next morning, I went back to sleep and let the two of them continue. When I asked Jill about it the next day, she said that since Ike had become such a regular visitor, she thought he might as well have a key. I wasn’t sure if I was joking or being nasty when I said, “Hell, why doesn’t he just move in?”

Well, a week later, he did. By this time the neighbors and some of our friends were asking questions and forming opinions as to the nature of our relations. We never admitted or denied anything, just let them think what they wanted.

For the better part of a year, Jill had the benefit of having two husbands. Then suddenly, out of the blue, Ike announced that he had found a new girlfriend and was going to move out.

Jill was crushed and disappointed at his leaving, and the sex between the two of us went into a tailspin, until one of our neighbors, a young bachelor, noticed Ike’s absence and volunteered to take his place.

Game on!