The first evening was quite sedate, I was nervous and the guys were respectful, but said how amazing it was I was there, dressed as I was and how much they enjoyed it. Chris was surprised a couple of them hadn’t tried anything but hoped I would be willing to do it again, which I was.
The second time a few weeks later, as the guys came in, they were a bit more forward, kisses on the cheek, hands on my bottom, that kind of thing. During the card game I served Keith a drink, he was out of the game so as I stood next to him leaning forward to put his drink down, he reached behind me and stroked my legs and bottom. It felt wonderful and I stayed standing there, parted my legs slightly and he took the cue and stroked the inside of my thighs and up against my pussy.
I sensed the guys stop playing, and I knew they would see my expression change as I was feeling the effects of Keith’s hand. I let this continue for a bit then moved his hand away, composed myself and asked if anybody else wanted a drink.
Keith’s actions seemed to relax the others because every time I served them a drink they touched me, pulled me onto their laps, felt my breasts etc. I loved it, I loved the attention.
The third time, things progressed, I was pulled onto Dave’s lap, he undid the fastening on my body and stroked my pussy through my tights, shameless to say I loved being brought to orgasm whilst being watched by the other guys.
By the fourth evening, my breasts were out all evening, the fastening on my body was undone from the start and I ended up having sex with the eventual winner and giving oral to the guy who came second.
There have been many card nights since and I love them.
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