His Colleagues’ Dirty Bet

"Go easy... Don't let my husband find out..."

I was born with a love for poker, especially when playing with strong, muscular men.

Because when I lose, there are... other ways to settle the debt.

My name is Sophia Valois. I'm thirty years old, a typical young suburban wife.

After getting married, I didn't have many hobbies. I just love playing poker and... well, enjoying the pleasures a woman deserves.

My husband had just left on a business trip when my poker buddy, Tyson Lowell, called me.

"Sophia, we're short one player. You in?"

Hearing Tyson's deep, husky voice actually made me a little excited. Tyson was an athlete, very well-built.

The last time we played poker together, the atmosphere got... quite charged.

It was so intense I had to change my underwear when I got home.

Since my husband wasn't home anyway, and I had nothing better to do, I agreed.

I had just stepped into the card room when Tyson suddenly gave my backside a sharp slap.

A mix of shock and a thrilling tingle shot through me. My face flushed instantly, and I couldn't stifle a gasp.

"Ah... you're terrible..."

His hand was so large, and so warm.

Seeing I didn't protest much, Tyson left his hand right where it was.

My whole body tensed up. After all, I was only wearing a thong under my dress.

"Dressed so... pretty today. Husband out of town?"

Tyson leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over my ear as he asked.

My earlobes are extremely sensitive. His action made me instinctively clench my thighs together, a reflexive need to squeeze and hold something in.

I could have chosen not to answer his question, but it had been days since I'd last been intimate.

I was starting to crave it... Doing it yourself is never as satisfying as having a man do it for you.

Under Tyson's heated gaze, I nodded shyly.

"He... he's away on a business trip..."

Tyson's eyes lit up. His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze dropped to my chest.

He was very tall, and from his angle, the view was unobstructed.

I had deliberately worn a lace bralette today, a demi-cup style.

Most of my pale, soft breasts were spilling over the top.

Just as the atmosphere was growing thicker, the other two players Tyson had called arrived.

I thought Tyson was well-built, but these two men were just as impressive.