Cuckold collection 3 E-Book

Elisa Mazzarri

• Herausgeber: Publisher s22910
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Due to detailed descriptions and explicit language, this collection is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN TO MINORS UNDER EIGHTEEN The collection includes: - Gamble our wives - A black man for my wife - Man inside Man Three novels that describe the psychic and physical involvement of couples in search of sexual transgressions. They wish to satisfy their experiences involving a third person, enjoying the pleasure and with no jealousy on behalf of their partner. These are stories that go way overboard the traditional moral. An engaging spitting image of the new social trends in the digital era that bring together perfect strangers in search of libidinous variations, often theater of bisexual impulses. The common rule is one: climax

Leseprobe

CHAPTER ONE

The living room was full of smoke even though the windows were open. On the big round green table on each side of the players there was an ashtray and a glass of whiskey. Five players, because one had been excluded already because that Poker game did not allow the rebuy. Camillo, Renato, Giorgio, Sergio and Michele were involved in the Texas Hold'em game who had bet their wives. They had all agreed, friends and wives were strictly not allowed to follow the game. An evening that had started off nicely and then degenerated. Everything had started out as a game at Michele’s house. They were all in their thirties, with a degree, without children, with a good job and looking to have a good time. Michele, put a CD with slow music and said it was time to dance, later there would be a dinner with oysters and seafood.

«Hey, guys! What do you think if we exchange wives for a while?» said the young engineer.

«Are you crazy?» replied Teresa, Giorgio’s wife.

«Come on! I only meant to dance! Come on, let’s have fun, we are friends aren’t we? »

So, the ladies, between twenty-five and thirty-three years old had accepted and each chose a partner.

«You see?» said Michele «They immediately jumped in! And each one chose a partner. This says a lot!»

The engineer’s comment made everyone burst out laughing. But they were embarrassed laughs, because the truth was what Michele had just said: each one had chosen the man she found more interesting for a harmless transgression. Getting hugged, and maybe have their hips touched was exciting, especially because it happened out in the open air and the husbands agreed.

The friends had danced till late and drunk hard liquor. At two a.m. they were exhausted and crashed on the couch, their eyes half closed, stomach somewhat upset, and their heads were spinning. «Fantastic! I really had a good time.» said Michele, who then added: «this is the typical evening that should end with a big fuck! I don’t know about you, but that is all I am thinking about.»

«It’s a trivial conclusion.» Giorgio commented.

«Trivial? I don’t think so. We are all kind of drunk, we danced, drank, hugged beautiful women, what more do you want?»

«It would be better to continue the game. For example, each one screw the wife of another.» said Giorgio, drunk and full of lust.

«I would do it, but I don’t think our women would agree. It would be pushing it too much, don’t you think? It’s true that now there are a lot of swingers, but I don’t know if we would be up to it.»

«So, we have to ask the ladies.»

«In practice we would have to say: do you my faithful behalf, like to be fucked by a friend of mine? Heavy duty.»

At that point, Angela, Michele’s wife said:

«It’s heavy duty because it’s us women. But I think that if I asked you the same thing, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. You know what? I think Giorgio’s proposal seems interesting. I say yes.»

«It’s fine with me. » said Serena.

«For me, too.» said Elena.

«I’m in.» declared Annamaria.

«I can’t wait.» said Teresa shamelessly.

Silence. The five friend were stunned, upset by their wives declarations. Could it be possible?

«No, I’m the one who doesn’t want to do it. We can’t do this. Tomorrow we would all regret it. We are friends, we get along and like each other, but this, no!» shouted Michele.

«I knew it. When we woman want to do something (the same things you men would have wanted to do) you back out. So, I’ll propose something else: only one of us will go to bed with one of you. Who? You will have to play, play to win. Choose a game and the winner will go to bed with one of us.» said Angela.

«With one of you, which one?» asked Michele.

«We too, will play a game. And who wins is the one.»

«And if husband and wife win?»

«Then the game is over. It means fate has decided for us.»

Michele started walking back and forth in the room. He stopped by the small bar and poured a shot of whiskey and gulped it down, looked around and then said:

«That is fine with me. As a matter of fact, fantastic. A legal transgression, what do you think? Wives and husbands agree. Couldn’t be better. Which game do we play? Cultural games are out, because each one has a certain degree culture. Also, games that require strength are out, just as athletic games.»

«A Poker game?» suggested Angela.

«Ok for me.» Michele said right away.

«Fine with me, too.» declared Giorgio.

«I’m all for it.» said Camillo.

«Ok for me.» affirmed Sergio.

«Yes for me, too.» said Renato.

«Traditional Italian Poker or American Poker, what’s it called… Texas Hold’em?»

«That one is fine.» said Sergio, and everyone nodded in agreement.

«And what will you play? And how do you choose which one of you?» asked Renato looking at the girls.

«We will play Burraco by elimination. We will start in five and only one will win, like it should be for you guys.» replied Angela.

«Not betting any money?» asked Camillo.

«Perhaps to aspire to go to bed with a beautiful woman one should pay. We will not bet, but you should at least bet three hundred euro each. Who win gets the money and the partner. It’s the price to pay. » suggested Annamaria.

«I agree.» said Serena, she looked at the other and received their consent and opened her arms as if to say: it has been decided.

CHAPTER TWO

When the evening was over, the four couples who had been invited to Michele and Angela’s house left. All the husbands told the wives to play to lose and the wives said the same to the husbands. … I am sure you will do everything to win and have an extra fuck, I’m sorry dear, but I will do the same!

«Did you set a date to play your Poker game?» asked Angela to Michele, once they were in bed.

«Yes, we will play next Saturday.»

«And when will the winner enjoy the rich prize.»

«The day after, Sunday. And you when will you play? »

«We will do the same. I will call them and tell them that next Saturday they will have to come here to play Burraco and Sunday one of us will be the lucky one.»

«Do you have a preference? Who would you like to betray me with?»

«All your friends are nice. I don’t have a favorite. They are nice, well mannered, and I am sure they will know to keep their mouths shut. And who would you like to screw? »

«It’s hard to choose, they are all nice. Teresa, Serena, Elena and Annamaria are all sensual, even if physically different. Teresa and Serena are brunettes, Elena and Annamaria are blonde. All four have beautiful long legs and big breasts. Same goes for their ass. It would be impossible to choose, since it’s not a sudden attraction. So who will be, will be.»

«You are the one who started this. Did you already have an idea as what to do?»

«All I said was for each one of us to dance with the wife of another man. It was Giorgio who made the proposal and you women all agreed. All I can say is that men will never learn to understand women. I would have never expected your willingness, instead not one of you said no.»

«If you want to learn to understand women, start to think that we are exactly like you men. You can’t believe that we don’t have a malicious thought every so often. You especially always propose more transgression every time we have sex. »

«A game is one thing, but reality is another one.»

«The reality is that you men could have an extra fuck here and there and us women no. Why don’t you just shut up…!»

Having said that, Angela extended her hand to turn out the nightstand light, but Michele stopped her.

«Are you really so sleepy?»

«I’m sleepy, I’m tired and my head is spinning.»

Michele put his hand on her breast and leaned over to kiss her..

«Are you death? I told you I am sleepy! It’s three o’clock in the morning and tomorrow I will wake up with a headache, have to clean the house, go shopping, prepare lunch…»

«Ok, ok.» Michele interrupted. He knew very well that had he insisted the next day he would have paid for it. He turned out the light and put his head on the pillow with his back towards his wife.

As for the other couples, all of them basically had the same argument and it just so happened that all the husbands had wanted sex (but without success). Maybe the game started at Michele’s house had excited the men. Maybe, each one fell asleep thinking about the wife of another husband…

CHAPTER THREE

Monday morning Michele started his usual bitching of the got damned Monday morning! At seven he was already under the shower and forty’-five minutes later was driving his Volvo to a worksite. When he arrived, as manager of the work to be done he immediately started to check that his instructions had been carried out. Michele was very demanding on the job, an uncompromising professional careful of all details. He realized and checked over his calculation and the estimate of the material and personnel necessary to carry out the project tens of times, then day after day, he made sure that everything had been done perfectly, ready to make necessary corrections and give suggestions if necessary.

After an hour he concluded that everything was fine and told a young engineer whom he trusted dearly to supervise. He went back to his car and went to his office in the business district. While driving he started to think about Serena, the beautiful brunette who was Camillo’s wife. Yes, he would have liked to win to go to bed with her. Michele loved Angela, his wife, but wanted to try the thrill of going from a blonde to a brunette. Serena had a beauty that was almost wild, two big very black eyes, dark wavy hair and moved like a panther. For Michele her best feature was her ass. It was useless to fake attraction for her eyes and hair. He thought about her laying stomach down, ready to take him and he got hard right away.

Calm down boy, you are driving…

Angela’s Monday started off slowly. As expected, the beautiful blonde woke up with a terrible headache. She wasn’t used to drinking and always paid for it the day after. From the medicine cabinet she took a pill of Ranidil, a pill that would have protected her stomach. She waited about twenty minutes, then took two aspirins in half a glass of water and gulped it down.

It would take at least thirty minutes before it had any effect. So, she decided to take a bath. Put on classical music and closed her eyes and this would have made the wait more tolerant. She even fell asleep again and when she woke up she was so happy the aspirin had had its magical effect. At that point she should have gotten out of the tub but decided to stay another five minutes. She closed her eyes again, but this time to think. Better yet, imagine.

Angela thought of all the husbands that would have participated to the Poker game. As Michele had said, they were all pleasant, in shape, nice, knew how to keep a conversation… and in bed how were they? She started to imagine Giorgio, the architect, Teresa’s husband, the brunette. Her hand went down between her legs and a finger started to work on the big lips that had been shaven and began to play with her clitoris.

She imagined Giorgio without clothing, and with an erection. She saw him lean over to kiss her, touch her breasts and pull on her nipples, then go down with his head to lick her vulva. With his finger increased the movement and Angela raised her legs, she felt ready to take in the member of her friend.

She had always liked Giorgio. He was tall, thin, nice broad shoulders and an attractive smile. She also knew that he liked her. She had noticed when she sawhim look at her ass when passing by him and then linger his glance imagining who knows what. Magically, Giorgio’s image disappeared, and Camillo’s appeared, Serena’s certified accountant husband, the other brunette of the group. This time her fantasy was totally different. She was on her knees sucking Camillo’s hard dick, in her imagination a phallus that seemed enormous.

She kept it tightly in her hand and with her tongue licked the big glans, then she would tickle the foreskin and finally let it slide in her mouth. Angela had always been a sexy woman, hetero one hundred percent, available lover and in time with Michele’s games she had become more transgressive and kinky. She continued to masturbate with her finger, then took the cap of tub off, took the shower dispenser and aimed it at her protruding clitoris. It seemed to her to be caressed by a hundred wet tongues.

She raised her legs and stuck two fingers in her vagina while the water continued to give her pleasure. Her fantasy grew, now not only did she imagine a fellatio with Camillo, but also to be fucked from behind by Giorgio. She in the doggy position, on the bed, her mouth full and her lover pushing deep inside with a rhythm in the vagina. She increased the water jet from the shower dispenser, moved her fingers always faster, stuck out her tongue and had an orgasm with a liberating moan. For a few minutes more she stayed in the tub with closed eyes, then finally got up, dried off and looked at herself in the mirror. Would you really do it? she asked herself. Of course, she would. Just like my husband would fuck two at a time.

Now her Monday could begin.

CHAPTER FOUR

On Tuesday the five couples met again at Michele’s house. Angela had invited everyone to celebrate something she had invented. What she really had in mind was to learn more about the game that involved each of them. She had a number of questions to ask and also a proposal.

Giorgio and Teresa were the first to arrive and then Camillo and Serena, Renato and Elena arrived. Sergio and Annamaria were late as usual, but no one complained since Sergio was a surgeon and never new when he was finished operating.

«What a nice idea you had!» said Teresa sitting at the table. Immediately everyone nodded with their head.

«What are we celebrating?» asked Giorgio.

Angela was quiet for a few seconds. She still hadn’t found a plausible excuse, then she said something romantic like:

«Maybe my husband doesn’t even remember, but today, October 2, is our anniversary. Not the wedding one, but the first time we got together. “

«I remember it very well!» lied Michele to not let his wife down.

«What a wonderful occasion! I too, would like to remember the day it happened with Sergio.» said Annamaria.

«Me too!» said Elena.

«Ladies, it is normal that you don’t remember. I remember it very well because I didn’t expect it and wrote in down in my diary. But now let’s not think about it. I prepared rice with shrimp and zucchini and for as second dish sea bream cooked in the oven. Michele pour the wine while I go in the kitchen and prepare the plates.» said Angela and left the room.

Dinner went by pleasantly the atmosphere was cheerful and the food was good. After everyone helped to clear the table and put all plates, glasses and dishes in the dishwasher, Michele led them to the living room for an after drink.

«Please, don’t start drinking too much! Remember what happened last time we met. Oh, by the way is what we decided last time still on?» asked Serena.

«Of course it is.» Michele answered in a rush.«Since we are talking about this, I would have some questions to ask. Are you ready?» asked Angela.

Everyone said yes.

«So, since one of you will go to bed with one of us, I want to know if during the event the respective partners can participate as audience?»

«It would be impossible for me to watch my husband make out with another woman.» said Annamaria.

«I think it would be exciting. There could also be the risk that the two spouses watching would do something, both to make up for being a cuckold and for the excitement created.» observed Serena.

«More than a risk! According to me it would end up just like that. At that point I think that everything among us would precipitate. Each one would…maybe….play the game each week! Exclaimed Elena..

«You are right.» said Michele «I personally reject my wife’s proposal. We decided to play a game, two winners and that’s it.»

Giorgio: «I instead approve it. According to me who gets cheated on should see what happens.»

«I wouldn’t be able to have sex with another man in front of my husband.» considered Teresa.

«I would.» said Angela «We didn’t propose the game, the men did, ready to let their wives go so they can have an extra fuck. It would be a correct punishment.»

Everyone started laughing, then an embarrassing silence overcame them all. Giorgio interrupted it by saying:

«We all are different, each one thinks differently. I propose we vote on it.»

«At one condition.» said Camillo. «The vote must be secret. One must write YES or NO with his left hand.»

«Brilliant.» commented Sergio. «It would be the only way to have a free and honest vote. It’s fine with me. So, what do you say? Shall we vote? Who agrees raise their hand.»

Angela was the first one to raise it, but in a few seconds everyone raised their hand.

Michele went to his studio and got the b of cards, pen and scissors. He cut ten small pieces of paper and folded them in four, to vote as Camillo had suggested and to put the piece of paper in a box, this too gotten from the studio. One at a time the friends voted.

«Before seeing the results, I propose a drink to our friendship. No one should get upset if he or she loses.»

The friends raised their glasses and cheered. Then Michele after asking permission decided to be the scrutineer.

All ten pieces of paper read YES.

«I knew it.» commented Angela, laughing.

CHAPTER FIVE

«I believe that the outcome of the vote is the litmus test of our depravation.» affirmed Serena.

«We have not finished, yet. I propose, since we have decided that our partners can assist during the coupling of the winners, that they sit on two chairs at least two meters apart and that they cannot kiss, touch or make out. It is a defeat, not a prize. The winners enjoy a fuck and the loosing spouses assist, suffering or enjoying of the impossibility to participate.» said Angela.

«In other words, let me understand, the winners make out in front of the spouses without being able to get near the couple, far away from each other and without having any type of relationship? Is that what you are saying?» asked Giorgio.

«Exactly. We all voted in favor of the cuckold spouses, but we must decide that it doesn’t turn out to be an orgy in four. I am sure that the excluded from the game would start relations to be part of the transgressors. And I don’t want that. I don’t want our friendship to be ruined with games of clandestine couples. We said we wanted to have fun, not to ruin our relationship. An extra fuck by a husband and a wife can be easily pardoned and forgotten, promiscuous sex, no.» declared Angela.

«According to me, Angela is right. Maybe it is fucking wrong to make the two loosing spouses assist.» reflected Camillo.

«Also for me. Since I voted in favor of it.» said Serena, Camillo’s wife.

«And according to you all why did we all vote in favor of it?» asked Annamaria.

Sergio, her husband, answered with a reassuring tone:

«Maybe to avoid imagining things and eating your heart out remaining in the dark. Watching would help to support the cuckold.»

«Instead I say that even if we don’t have the courage to admit it, we like the idea to see our partner have a fuck. It intrigues us to know how one reacts, if one enjoys more, if one lets everything be done to her/him, propose strange games….» said Renato, the manager used to consider events in a complete style.

«It’s obvious that one enjoys more. It’s a new partner, there is curiosity and lust.» considered Annamaria.

«For the man excitement is guaranteed. A new woman, seen for years dressed and then suddenly naked under him. A woman who was always considered unreachable because the wife of a dear friend and suddenly available.» said Michele.

«The same goes for the woman. We are like you, do I have to repeat myself? A handsome man to enjoy without feeling guilty, how could it be less enjoyable?» asked Angela rhetorically.

«Ok, I propose another game.» said Camillo.

«Another one still! I think we can stop here.» said Serena.

«No, there is nothing wrong with it. I say that each one of us should declare which partner they would like to see win, meaning that they would like to fuck him/her.»

«It is a perverted question. It seems like you would like to start seeing your wife in the arms of another man. Something to fantasize on, maybe alone, doing…. you already know what. And instead no. We all must be on pins and needles. We all have to participate, accept the loss or enjoy the victory.» sentenced Angela.

«You guys, why don’t we say the truth? All of us here want to have some extramarital sex. Why don’t we just do it and get it over? Poker, Burraco…who the hell cares! » said Giorgio, smiling

«Maybe it’s like you say, my friend. But we set forth a rule: no promiscuity. You should understand that. If your wife starts to fuck another man, who is going to stop her?»

«Wait a minute.» said Teresa, Giorgio’s wife. «I saw this only as a game. I have no intention to go to bed with one of my friends. I will do it if I win, the game ends there.»

«I have something to say to Camillo. Would you like to know who your wife Serena prefers? I will answer for her: everyone. Because we are like you. If I were to ask you: would you fuck this one or the other one? You would answer: one of the two, just as far as she screws!» affirmed Angela.

«You drive me crazy, Angela! You are always so practical, rational. And you are always right!» commented Camillo.

«We will all fuck, but it is obvious that each one of us would prefer a particular one. Only that you men will never know it.» concluded Angela.

«And you are right again!» declared Camillo.

«We play a game of Poker, where who loses gets undressed?» asked Giorgio.

«No. All of you go to sleep. Tomorrow we must work.» said Angela and made it clear that the evening was over. She had obtained what she wanted, that was enough.

CHAPTER SIX

Wednesday and Thursday went by normally. All the men asked their wives for sex again, but none gave in. The decision had been made by the women after talking on the phone among themselves.

«Let’s keep them on pins and needles and in abstinence. Let’s see how they get to Sunday.» Angela had suggested and all of them agreed.

The ladies then asked themselves where the faithless encounter would have taken place. My place, your place, her place? At the end they had decided it should have taken place in a five-star hotel or a quadruple room or two rooms paid by the male winner with the money won playing Poker. If he couldn’t get a quadruple room, he would have gotten two rooms, but the cuckold couple would have entered the room with the two winners. One by one, the girls had asked their preference, but no one made names. If they hadn’t been the winners, they would have had to stay with the wife of the desired partner, without even doing anything. The men, unprejudiced and outspoken, hadn’t hesitated to tell each other everything. But everything they thought is what Angela had imagined: any women would have been fine. The men joked, alluded to dirty games and their forced abstinence would have improved their performance, always if they didn’t get an early orgasm. If that were the case, they wouldn’t know what to do. Would they have a second chance? It was something to ask their wives, but all of them answered no, just like they expected.

«Well if I win, in the morning I’ll do a few blow jobs. Then I’ll show you if I can last or not.» Giorgio said. His affirmation, besides making the other men smile made them think to do the same thing. Obviously, none of them thought that their wives, in that time frame, were masturbating thinking about Sunday night. Each started to the think of the male they liked most in the group (according to their taste) And they always ended up imagining fucking all of them or almost all of them.

Friday was the grand day. Only twenty-four hours to go before the card game started and everyone was excited. The challenges would be like this: Burraco at Michele and Angela’s house and Poker at Giorgio and Teresa’s house. They had a big round table in the living room with a green cloth over the table and a light hanging overhead. They had game chips and a and a stocked bar. All the men had worked less dedicating more time to play Texas Hold'em online. They had tried to learn the subtleties of experienced players and learned the correct terminology to use. Blind, big blind, check, call, fold, raise, all-in! dealer, ante, born, flop, turn and river. There were many other subtleties, but these were the most important and they were the equivalent of what in Italian were called «buio, over, batto, vedo, passo, rilancio, gioco tutto.»

The women had nothing to learn. They had played Burraco tons of times together. They never thought that one day they would play for a fuck. With the husband of another friend! But now they were all involved, so dance to the game. Each one not knowing the others had gone to a store to by intimate underwear, padded bras, semi-transparent underwear and self-holding nylons. Shit, if you had to do something so transgressive, might as well do it right. What their husband didn’t know (as usual) is no women felt embarrassed to lay down with the husband of a friend. On the contrary. The novelty was so exciting and always more lustful.

After four or five years of marriage, lived in total honesty, with the same partner and the same sexual approach, this coming Sunday one of them would have lived a new erotic involvement. The married couples didn’t complain about their sex lives, it was something new, that’s all. All were lustful and gave a lot of attention to their partner, but they had started to think about prohibited fantasies to put into practice in their love making. And among the prohibited fantasies, one of them was the husbands asking their wives if they would have liked to fuck another man while he was watching. A classic fantasy in a marriage. Giving your wife to another man affirmed your possession. Only who has it, can give it. And it wasn’t only this. What Renato had said was true… I say instead and the reason I am saying it, is because even if we don’t have the balls to admit it, we like the idea to see our partner have a fuck. It intrigues us knowing how they will react, if they enjoy more, if they let them have everything possibly proposed and if they propose strange games…

The irreproachable wife in society and slut in her bed has always been the desire of men. But this time things would have been different. Besides the open- minded culture, for a man whose wife fucks another man she is a whore. If the man does it, he is a playboy!

CHAPTER SEVEN

The living room was full of smoke even though the windows were open. On the big round green table, on each side of the player was an ashtray and a glass of whiskey. Five players, one already excluded by the game because in that game rebuy was not allowed.

The first to lose was Renato. The manager tried his luck playing a pot where the opponent (Michele) remained in the game had four fifths color of hearts and he had four fifths color of diamonds. Each had the first two initial cards covered with a couple of hearts and one of diamonds. The turner, the second to last round had uncovered two heart cards and two diamonds on the ground. Renato bet everything. All-in! Said the manager, sure that Michele would have passed. Instead he played and got another card of hearts closing with a flush, the color.

Renato, a gentleman did not fall into foul language, nor did he offend his friend, all he said was:

«Too bad. On one hand I am happy. Fucking one of your wives would have been exciting, but I would have regretted it for my entire life. We are friends and maybe it would have created problems. I only hope my wife doesn’t win. Elena, unfortunately for me is a good Burraco player!» The friends laughed and then Michele declared:

«You played well, you just were unlucky. I got the lucky card, but you too could have got it. Do you want to be our dealer?»

«Naturally. I hope you all have a good time and that the best win!»

«Come on! Whoever is luckier will win!» said Giorgio, and all laughed agreeing.

They played about ten hands and nothing happened. The men had practiced playing online. They had understood that most times it was better to pass, study the opponents, wait for the right moment, interspersing occasionally with a bluff.

The game had started at nine p.m., everyone had eaten something before participating in the challenge and during the game they drank only hard liquor from Renato’s well stocked bar.

At ten o’clock there was a strong confrontation. Camillo had a pair of jacks in his two covered cards and Sergio a pair of ten. After a big blind, Camillo bet twice the pot. Michele and Giorgio passed, Sergio saw. The flop uncovered a jack, a queen and a king. When Camillo saw the three of Jacks he bet three times the pot. Sergio thought for a few moments. If a nine or an ace came he would have had a straight. A good point, often beyond suspicion. He saw the raise. The turner uncovered an eight. A useful card for both. At this point, Camillo decided to bet the pot. Sergio thought for a few minutes. When playing Texas Hold'em there isn’t much to think about, there are rules based on statistics, there is luck and initiative. Nine and the ace were possible cards, what to do? He took time drinking a bit of his whiskey, lit a cigarette, tapped his fingers, moved the chips on the table and then said with a definitive voice:

«Show. Either all or nothing.»

The river uncovered a three. No suit, no extra, fuck, three hundred euro lost. Sergio was not able to hold back as his friend had done previously and blurted out:

«What the fuck! I could have had a suit. What an ass you have, my gosh!» «You lost my friend. Accept it like Renato did. Now we are three. Michele, Giorgio and me. Let’s see who will enjoy tomorrow.»

Sergio puffed, pushed the cards to the center of the table, opened his wallet and literally threw the three hundred euro on the table, got up, went to the bar, poured a drink and added:

«If one of you fucks my wife, I’m going to get pissed off!»

«This will depend on her, not on us.» commented Michele. «If she is good at Burraco and wishes to transgress, one of us will find her in bed in front of your eyes. Otherwise no.»

«Shit.» said Sergio, then sat at the table and looked at the rest of the game.

The ladies table was less chaotic. Angela had prepared a fruit cocktail with a tinge of alcohol, strudel and dark chocolate that they took at five-minute intervals. Elena had been eliminated. The women had organized a table of two and one of three players. The winner of the first table would play with the winner of the second table. Angela won against Elena. By sheer luck. It took her only three rounds to close and pick up the Pot. She had two clean Burraco, a dirty one and had closed. Elena who was already under by three hundred points saw her dream fade away.

«I knew it. I’m not lucky at Burraco. Maybe I am lucky in love, but if one of you fucks my husband, then I will be unlucky in that, too.» she said between being serious and facetious.

She only smiled a little bit, the challenge needed maximum concentration.

CHAPTER EIGHT

While Angela was waiting to know who would have won at the table of three players, the phone rang.

«News!» yelled the blonde going to answer the phone.

«Oh.. I’m sorry.. but feel comforted, you wife lost, too…yes, I eliminated her. For sure I’ll tell her. And Sergio? Annamaria will be happy. No, the others haven’t finished, yet. How is it going there? Oh, I understand. You still need some time. On one hand I envy you, you are out of a game that maybe is asking too much…yes, I know… but at least you won’t be cuckolds ha ha ha!»

Angela went to refer the conversation to the players who immediately interrupted their game.

«Elena, I’m sorry but you are out, you were never lucky, no cuckold. Renato has been eliminated.» «Wow! This is good news. It’s better that way, I really don’t know if I would have tolerated him cheating on me.»

«Then you should have thought about it before, we all said yes to the game, it’s useless to be a moralist, now.» said Annamaria, still playing with Serena and Teresa.

«It’s not moralism. Be honest, Annamaria, would you have liked to lose and then be forced to see Sergio fuck? »

«Who can say it? Maybe yes, maybe no. In any case, I would have stuck to the game until the end. Let us continue, now. We are at a crucial point, with a few closures two of us will lose.»

«It’s time for you to know that your husband, too has been eliminated. Sergio is the second one who will not participate to the game.» said Angela.

«So, he will never know my reaction. At the most I will see his, should I win!»

After the phone call, Renato, went to tell the guys that his wife had been eliminated.

«Guys, I’m sorry for the winner, but he won’t fuck my wife! Elena was the first to lose.»

«I’m happy for you.» commented Camillo. «My wife is a brunette, I would have liked a cute blondie…»

«Asshole. Just think about playing and stop dreaming too much. I am sure that the next one out will be you.»

«We shall see… we’ll see. As of now we almost have all the initial chips.»

«All you need is one bet, an All-in and you are out.»

«That’s the beauty and ugly side of the game. Pour us something to drink. Be useful at least.»

«Not for me.» said Michele, who planned to stay sober.

«Me neither.» said Giorgio.

The cards were dealt, and the game started again. For about half an hour nothing special happened, then Michele and Giorgio got a pair of tens and one nine. Camillo got ace - king. When the flop uncovered a ten, a king and an ace, the bets started to raise. In that moment, Michele had three tens, Camillo two aces while Giorgio didn’t improve his pair of nines.

Michele decided to not raise again so his game wouldn’t be discovered.

«Check.» said the engineer.

«Ten euro.» said Giorgio, who felt strong with his two kings.

«Raise twenty.» raised Camillo. With his two aces he wanted to command the game. Michele let him to do it, it was useless to let the others know about his three of a kind. Giorgio and Michele just watched. The card was turned by the turner. An ace.

Now on the table there were two aces, a king and a ten. Three aces for Camillo, three tens for Michele and no improvement for Giorgio. He considered his pair for a few seconds, then said he would pass if there were a big raise.

Michele waited to here Camillo’s bet.

«One hundred and fifty euro.» bet the certified accountant, keeping a serious expression.

Giorgio folded.

Michele took two long minutes to think.

Another ten could come up…

The engineer decided to play. A three of a kindis certainly a good point at American Poker. He thought, while putting the money. Maybe Camillo only had a double pair of aces and a king.

«Call.» he said, pushing his chips to the center of the table.

The river uncovered the last card: a two of spades. Camillo considered that that card couldn’t be the one that Michele was waiting for, nothing had changed. On the table were two aces, a ten, a king and a two.

«All-in.» exclaimed Camillo and put all his chips in the center of the table, waiting to count them if Michele had seen the raise. The engineer took another two minutes to reflect, made the same reasoning Camillo did about the two spades, he considered he had already played a large sum in that game and decided to accept the challenge. He counted his chips and realized he had less than his opponent, therefore, he kept them separate from the rest of the pot.

«Show.» said Camillo.

«No, you show. I have seen.» replied Michele.

Camillo uncovered his three aces.

«Damn it! Shit! Look, I too had a three of a kind. What fucking luck…!» yelled Michele throwing the cards on the table..

«But what finesse! A real gentleman!» commented Renato.

«Yes, I know. You are right. It’s that it was the first time I saw a three of a kind and I was sure to win. I made a mistake, I should have raised already on the flop and throw you all out. Instead I tried to be smart, the big player… What an asshole!» said Michele, who in that moment was more shook up about the game than the consequences that his exclusion would have brought to. Then he thought about it and said, this time with a subdued voice said:

«Not only will I not fuck one of your wives, but if Angela wins I will be a cuckold and will have to assist. God of Burraco make her lose!

Everyone laughed, then the game continued.

CHAPTER NINE

At the table seating the three ladies Teresa had won. In the last round of the game, Teresa, the beautiful brunette wife of Giorgio had received six wild cards. She didn’t put down any cards, limiting herself to gather the discarded ones that were accumulating. The other two players rushed to put down their combinations or suits or three of a kind so not pay points left in their hands. When Teresa picked the last card, she put them all down and got the Pot and continued playing. She closed a dirty Burraco, added cards to her suits, added a jolly to a six-card suit making the second Burraco and closed. Speechless, Annamaria and Serena counted their negative points and Teresa her positive ones. They contested that Teresa had gone over the established number of points for winning by more than one-hundred points.

«I must recognize that you are not only lucky, but also very good at playing. Between you and Angela it will be a beautiful challenge.» said nicely Annamaria and Teresa.

«Thank you. You too were very good, but I got a lot of wild cards and closed right away. Whichever way it goes with Angela, I must say that so far, I had a good time. What shall we do, call the guys and let them know who is excluded?»

«I’ll take care of it.» said Serena and ran to call. When she came back, she announced that Michele, too had been eliminated. The game now was between Giorgio and Camillo for the men and Angela and Teresa for the women. A blonde and a brunette, the wives of Michele and Giorgio. «Oh gosh! I really hope that Giorgio doesn’t win!» said Annamaria. «It would be the end of everything. It would be Giorgio and Teresa, husband and wife!»

«Always if Teresa beats me.» considered Angela.

She left the friends continue with their reflections and sat thinking:

Well the two guys I liked the most are playing. I really wouldn’t know whom to choose and I can’t even think how they are in bed. Sweet, authoritarian, timid, aggressive, traditional, transgressive…? I must absolutely win. I have no intention to lose a marvelous fuck. I’m sorry for Michele, but he is the one who started this business about dancing and accepting Giorgio’s proposal. If I win, I am sure he won’t suffer much. He is dirty in bed and gets me excited so many times letting me imagine fucking with other men and women. Only that this time the only woman is me… I must win!

Camillo and Giorgio started their Head's up, head to head fighting. The first had many more chips than Giorgio and felt confident and could lead the game. All he had to do was resist the temptation of seeing all the blinds, and the big blinds would have slowly used up the amount Camillo had left. For the latter, his plan was simple: play more often All-in, forcing his opponent to fold and little by little making up the chips that were necessary to be even.

The first hand served Camillo an ace/x and a six/five to Giorgio. The big blind was up to twenty euro. The architect had about a thousand euro, the certified accountant about five-hundred euro.

«Forty euro.» said Camillo.

«Call.» replied Giorgio. Despite the intentions, he couldn’t pass with an ace.

The flop proposed a two, a seven and a king. Useless cards for both. Camillo started using the tactic he had decided on.

«All-in.» said Camillo and looked at Giorgio in the eyes, impassive.

It made no sense to play five hundred euro waiting to receive an ace Giorgio told himself. He lit a cigarette, drank a sip (the first one) of whiskey and threw the cards, declaring his fold.

With this first round, considering the darkness and the forty euro earned at the first raise, Camillo now had a hundred euro more.

The second, the third and the fourth rounds were insignificant. Giorgio always passed, and Camillo gathered points in the dark, earning another sixty euro.

At the fifth round, Camillo was served again two queens. Giorgio got a king and a jack.

«Forty euro.» repeated Camillo.

«Call.»

The flop uncovered a queen, an ace and an eight. Camillo had therefore closed queen trips and Giorgio was on a straight draw.

«Eighty euro.» raised Camillo.

«Call.»

The fourth card uncovered by the turn

was a ten. Giorgio had closed the nuts straight. He kept calm and bet:

«Three hundred euro.»

Camillo looked at his chips. If he had seen and then lost, three hundred euro would have been left. But how can you pass with a three of a kind of queens? He was sure Giorgio had closed with a double or three tens. «Call.» he said, enriching the pot.

The last card was another ten. Giorgio realized he had a full house. He felt strong, unbeatable. It was Camillo’s turn to bet and he waited.

«All-in.» said Giorgio.

All-in? But did he close, three tens? Double aces and ten? Why is he playing everything, that doesn’t make sense!

«Show.» said Giorgio, forgetting to say call because emotional.

«Full house of queens with ten.» announced Camillo.

«Nooo! It’s not possible! I have a straight» blurted Giorgio. Now the situation had completely changed. Camillo had almost a thousand three hundred euro, Giorgio a little less than two hundred euro. Considering that the big blind had passed to forty euro, lose one’s pot would have been very probable. Unless luck came your way.

New round, new drink for Giorgio and new cigarette.

Four-eight for Giorgio, two jacks for Camillo. The architect was forced to fold. Another hand: six-king for Giorgio, ten-jack for Camillo.

«Forty euro.» bet the certified accountant.

«I pass.» said Giorgio. Now he no longer used the American terminology to play, but no one paid attention to it. Players and losers were all concentrated on the cards and the count of the chips available to the two rivals.

New round: eight-eight for Giorgio, two-ace for Camillo.

«Forty euro.» bet the architect.

«Call »

The flop uncovered an ace, a king and a six. Giorgio was left with his two eights and Camillo had closed with two aces. This time it was Giorgio to bet.

«Check. »

«Check. »

The fourth uncovered card was another six.

«Eighty euro.» said Camillo.

Giorgio reflected, then unwillingly passed. Now he only had about one hundred euro left.

New deal, ten and jack of hearts for Giorgio, two sevens for Camillo.

«Check.» said Giorgio.

«That’s fine for me, I too check.»

The flop uncovered a king of hearts, a seven of hearts and a ten of clubs. Now Giorgio had four fifths of the color of hearts and Camillo a pair of sevens. «Check.» said Camillo.

«Check.»