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The Night Out

I pay the entry fee, and wonder who the 1st opponent is. I meet him, nice enough looking fellow, kind of G.Q.ish, but yet down to earth guy. We shake hands & with his grip, I can feel his confidence. Oh, I?m going to be 1st eliminated I think. You settle into the viewing area, along with others, to watch most of the tables. After 1 game each, I line up to start the 3rd and final game of the match. Wouldn?t you know it, I drop the 8-Ball on the break. I win. :)

We shake hands, and as I go off to find the tournament M.C. My opponent makes his way to the viewing area. He finds an open seat, at the table next to where you are sitting. You smile, he smiles, as he sits down next to you. You introduce yourselves and you seem mesmerized by his handshake & his confidence. The waitress comes by, you order your Coors light bottle, and he orders the same. You also order a coke for me, and the stranger asks, if you are alone? You reply no, that I am here, but playing in the 8-ball tournament, and the coke is for your husband. The stranger replies he was in the tournament, till someone beat him by sinking the 8-ball on the break, on his game #3. You just smile, knowing that it was me who beat him. I return to the table just as the waitress returns with our drinks, and the stranger pays for the round, saying in effect the loser pays. I tell him I got lucky on the break, and while looking at you, he replies in more ways than one. I?m slightly taken aback by the comment, but smile anyways.

We await my next paring, the others are taking the games deep into game #3, and we exchange pleasantries. We find out he, like us, was looking for something to do, came in for grub & found out about the 8-ball tourney. So on a whim, he entered, not expecting an early exit. We all chuckle, knowing it was a well played game & someone had to be victorious. I tell him I?m sorry. . I don?t know what else to say, or how to make it up. He smiles & says there could be ways. . For one. . Win the whole tourney. And two, I ask? He doesn?t reply, just smiles.

You excuse yourself to go to the ladies room. As the viewing area starts to fill up, I invite our friend to join us at our table. He accepts readily. He brings his drinks, smokes & his car keys to the table & places them in a pile, along with our stuff. By then, the tourney director tells me I have my match, but its on the other side of the hall. I drink my coke, look for you (thinking there is a ladies room line) and I ask the gentleman to keep an eye out for your return. He smiles, and asks " Do you trust me alone, with your lady?" This time, I smile & respond with "Its not her I am worried about, it?s you". He smiles & says "I can think of ways to keep us both occupied, while you play some pool". I say to the gentleman that I will leave it up to the two of you, while I play in the tourney.

I see that my match, is on the other side of the billiard hall. No biggie. I have my coke & I can concentrate on the game. I can almost sneak a peek at our table. After the 1st game, which I won, I excuse myself for my restroom break. I return & win the next game. Best 2 of 3 & I win it in 2. I take a peek at the table & see that you are oblivious to where I am, yet comfortable with our new friend. I tell the tourney M.C. that I won the next round, and he tells me that he will come get me at my viewing area table, when he is ready for the 3rd round games. I return to the table just in time to order the next round of drinks. Our friend excuses himself for his trip to the men room, and I can tell by your giddiness, that you have been drinking. (What a shocker!). I ask if all is fine. You say yes, and he just invited you back to his condo, shortly before I returned. I ask what your response was/is. You say "I?m mulling the offer, but I?m leaning towards yes, depending on how your doing in the tourney, and what your response would be". I tell you, that I am doing well enough that I am in the 3rd round, awaiting the tourney M.C. to tell me my 3rd round match opponent. As to my response to the strangers offer to you, I support your decision in the matter.

The stranger returns to the table, as you excuse yourself, to the ladies room. I ask that you not take so long being away. You respond with it depends on the line to the ladies room. As you depart, the stranger sits down with me, and pays for the drinks. I offer to pay for them, but he says its his treat, and that telling me, while I was away, that he was putting the moves on you. He offered to take you to his condo, and keep you occupied, while I shot pool. I asked him what your response was, he told me that you were willing, contingent on my approval. I even asked him, his intentions on taking you away. He response "Well honestly, I can?t tell you what will happen when the 2 of us get there. Probably nothing, but yet, there is something about her body, I want to see more of". I ask "What makes you think things will get that far?" He responds with a knowing smile. I tell him I think he is a bit over confident, but yeah sure, right.

You return at the same time as the tourney M.C. returns to our viewing table. The M.C. tells us that I am 1 of 4 finalists, however, due to the lateness of the evening, we can not finish the tourney tonight, and could I return the next night to finish? It would be best of 3, double elimination. I nod & say sure I can return. You smile & tell me that you will be here to support me. Our stranger smiles, wishes me success tomorrow night, and comes & places a kiss on your cheek, however, pressing something into your palm. He winks at you & makes his exit. You look & see he has given you his business card, with his cell phone number circled. What?s that all about, I wonder? You sheepishly smile, and tell me in no uncertain terms, that he not only made a pass at you, while I was playing pool, but that you were also contemplating accepting his offer of returning to his condo. He is nice looking, polite, he has a smoothness about him, and whatever happens, so be it. You were/are busy playing pool, and while we got to talking, I was no longer bored just sitting there, watching you. So when he made his offer, 90% of me said yes, that way I wouldn?t be bored. So why don?t you call him now? Because I?m going to make you stew about it, wondering what I?m doing IF I go over there & also I?m going to let him think about weather I?m going to call him or not. I look over at you, while driving down the road & you just smile innocently. I already know what your answer will be, just by looking at you now. ?

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We arrive home, not a word is spoken between us, as we go around shutting things down for the night. We snuggle into bed & I still can not believe your boldness & tell you so. You smile at me, kiss me, and tell me goodnight. You also tell me that I?m the one not getting any until you get some this time. This time, I?m the one who has to suffer until you get yours. It?s just like the other times, only instead of waiting to see "little monster" this time "little monster" has to wait. You roll over & go to sleep, smugness all over you.

The next evening, we get ready to go out, and repeat the start from the night before, shower, shave, get cleaned up & go have dinner & wait for the tourney to start. I ask if you made a phone call, and you say no you haven?t, but will be ready incase he does show up. I get dressed in jeans, T-shirt, nothing out of ordinary. You dress in a fitting tank top, spandex pants, thong panties, and boots. I secretly wonder if you did call him. You tell me no, but if he makes an appearance, you will be ready for him, and ready for me. Ok I exclaim. Lets get outta here & have dinner and see if he shows up. Are you sure you didn?t call him? Yes. I?d rather take a chance that he just shows up. I can always say I lost his card.

We get to the pool hall, to have our dinner, and get ready for the tourney. The MC spots us having dinner, and asks if he can do anything for us before the start. I ask if he could reserve 2 seats in the viewing area for us. He said that was already done, and we are in the front row, off to the corner, reserved by the clubs owner, for us & the other 3 contestants. We thank him & resume eating our dinner. Just as we finish eating our dinner, the handsome stranger appears, and spots us. He walks over to our table, shakes my hand, hugs you and asks if we are ready for tonight? I tell him I feel confidant about getting to next round of the tourney. He smiles. He turns to you and asks why didn?t you call him? You lie & tell him you lost his card. But secretly you hoped he would show up, especially the way you are dressed tonight. He orders us a round of drinks. I turn to him and ask point blank "Did you really make a pass at my wife last night?" He smiled and admitted he did in fact, not only make a pass, but offered to take her to his condo while I was shooting pool, so she wouldn?t be bored. Is that such a bad thing, he asks? No, not at all, I reply. I was just wondering how would you know when to bring her back, or when I was finished in the tourney. Well, being my condo is 2 blocks away, your wife?s return would be as quick as a phone call, or within 30 minutes of the club closing time, whichever happens 1st. Another question. . Just what would the 2 of you be doing, while I?m playing pool? Well, to be honest, I can?t say, because I can not predict what happens in the future, but I can say, your wife would not be sitting here all bored. I thank him for his honesty & candor. You smile, secretly knowing that the stranger did not tell the whole story.

We make our way to the viewing area, and take our seats. The pairings are laid out for the best of 3, double elimination tourney between the 4 finalists, myself included. The stranger makes his exit, and motions for you to follow. Decision time here. Secretly you want to follow this stranger, yet you wants to see your husband succeed in the tourney. You think, well. .. I did dress this way, for his enjoyment & yeah. . . Why not. You seek me out in the crowd, our eyes meet, you raise your beer in a salute to me. I motion to call me. You smile, salute again, and wink, and walk out the door to follow the stranger to his vehicle. He opens the door and you get in. He comes around gets into his car and drives the 2 blocks to his condo.

You arrive under the 10 story condo building and get out of the car in the garage. You take the elevator up to the penthouse. You enter the condo. You smile as he hands you a beer & offers a quick tour of the condo. You thank him & walk the home. It appears that he has the whole upstairs as his condo. Off to the side of the bathroom, is a hot tub which also overlooks the city. Next to the kitchen & dining area, is a game room, with a pool table. The pool table is dark black velvet . An overhead light is the only light in the room, illuminating a game of 9-ball, that sits at the ready. He shows off the master bedroom, and off to the side of it, what appears to be a walk in closet. The door is closed, and he does not offer to show you its contents. He smiles and asks if you like what you see. "Of course I like what is being shown, but tell me, exactly how are you going to keep me from being bored?" I have an idea or two, that could keep us both happy. He saunders over & kisses you, tentavialy at 1st, but deeper & more probing. You break the kiss, and just smile. He excuses himself to set some things up. "Why don?t you go into the pool room, take a look around, and relax?" I?m gonna get the hot tub ready and I think you will like a few other surprises I have in store. "But what if Rickie gets done too soon?" you question. "I?m sure that will not be a problem, for him, or for you." You smile, and go into the pool room. You find the mini fridge and select another beer. You look for a light switch to illuminate the room some more. He comes into the room, and you ask about more lights. He said the light from the pool table, is just enough. But if you want, I?ll turn on the TV in the next room. That should give us more light. You smile & say thanks. He turns on the TV, but not a sound. He also remotely turns on a CD player. Lets play some 9-ball, only with a twist. OK. . What?s the twist, and how do you play 9-ball? OK. . . 9-ball is a quicker game to play than the standard 8-ball, hi-lo your husband is playing currently. You sink the balls in order starting from #1 thru the #9 ball. If someone misses, or doesn?t hit the next ball in succession, then it?s a table scratch, ball in hand situation. The trick is to hit the next ball in numerical order. You can even hit the #3 to the #9. If you do that you win the game. OK. . You explained the rules of the game, but what of the twist? The loser of each game, will remove 1 article of clothing, after the game loss. The winner will have the next break, loser racks the balls for the next 9-ball game. You smile and say, yes your up for it, but you feel at a disadvantage, this is your house, your table, you are wearing more clothing than I am, so how can it be fair to me? He smiles and says that you don?t have to call your shots, and to make it fair, you both will strip down to same amount of clothing. You smile, do a head count and say that you have 7 articles on, 2 boots, 2 socks, pants, top & panties. He smiles, and asks you to remove your shoes to start with. He removes his shoes & socks, then he strips down to his pants, under shorts, belt & shirt. This should be even your 5 articles to my 4, is that ok? You smile and ask who takes the break. He allows you to break. You scatter the balls, but none drop in. You smile, then watch as he runs the table. Oh no. . What have you gotten yourself into? When he lines up for the #6 ball, he does a combo shoot with the #9, and drops the #9. 1st game over, you lose. Time to remove a sock. You rack the balls on the table for game #2. He breaks & drops 2 balls on the break. He then proceeds to run the table, sinking the #9 ball on the last shot, without you even getting a chance on game #2. Time to remove sock #2. You smile & tell him that I think I?m in trouble here. I didn?t even get a shot that last game. Well, my dear, least you aren?t sitting watching your ol man & being bored. This is kind of fun, don?t you agree? Yes, I would have to agree, but there is also something sexy & naughty in the way the game is being played out. Here I am in bare feet, as are you, but I am down 2 articles of clothing to your none. You wonder how your ol man is doing playing his pool games, but you think better of it, considering the situation you are currently in.

Game 3 starts the same way, you rack the balls as he breaks them. This time, he only drops 1 ball in. Better start than the last time, you think. When its time for the #5 ball, he misses & sets you up for an easy drop in shot. You run the table all the way to the #9 ball. You line up for the shot, and you feel his hand on your ass, caressing it, and blowing your concentration. You miss the shot, turn to him, and he smiles. He couldn?t resist feeling your spandex covered ass. You smile, turn away from him & wiggle it some more, for his benefit. He goes & lines up his shot on the #9 ball, but sees your ass, over the hole, framing the shot. He shoots & misses, which gives you another shot. Could this be victory? You line up the shot, and once again, you feel his hand on your ass. You wiggle your ass & let his hand roam over your hinney. This time you win! Ok, my dear, he says. Which article should come off? You walk over to him, and as he stands, you look into his eyes and remove the belt from his trousers. You look into his eyes, and run your hands under his shirt, over his hairy chest, beneath his shorts, and fondle his semi erect cock & his meaty balls. You tell him "I?m trying to ruin your concentration, and being I did win the last game, you should rack the balls, but after I rack these balls a bit more." You feel his hardness thru the material of the silk briefs, knowing at this stage of the game, its too late to turn back. You want to taste his hardness, you want his cock to feel you up inside, you wish to tease him some more, but most importantly, you want to sit in the hot tub & relax.

Start of Game #4 CLOTHING STATS are: Him: Wearing Pants, Boxers & a shirt. YOU: Spandex pants, panties, and a top. You break. A Dolly Parton. All bust, no balls. Meaning you dropped nothing. He lines up his shots, starting to run the table. You see his erection peeking out. You know if you don?t do something, he will win another game. He lines up a shot next to you, and its your turn to rub his ass thru the material, in hopes of distracting him. You feel it getting bigger in your hand. He shoots, makes the shot, but doesn?t move. You get bolder & bolder with your hand gyrations, until the cock pokes thru the material. Ok you say. I believe you can continue with your shot. Least now I have a chance. He drops in the #9 ball. Ok. . Time for you to lose more clothing. You leave it up to him. He places his cue on the table. You see him walk over, that smile beaming in anticipation of seeing more of your flesh. You close your eyes, bow your head slightly. You feel him near you, lifting up your top, removing it from your skin, exposing your perky, erect, hard nipples. You feel his breath on your nipples, making them harder with each sucking. You shudder in an almost organismic state of bliss. He breaks the lip lock from your breast & informs you, you have to rack the balls for the next game. You have a better idea. " We are only delaying the inevitable here. We no longer need to turn each other on, cause we both know what will happen, so here is the plan. You strip down to your boxers, I strip down to my panties. We play the game, if you win, your choice, if I win, my choice. Don?t you agree??? By the time you finish the sentence, he is down to his boxers, pool cue in hand. I believe its my break. He waits & watches you take off your pants. When you bend over to remove them, you hear his sigh, knowing he sees your shapely ass. He goes to break, and you see his member once again, pointing from his boxers. You wonder how it will taste. You can even see some pre-cum on its head. Your mind starts to wander, but dropping of balls on the table snaps you back into reality. Its your turn and you are lined up for a shot. He stands near the pocket where you are aiming, and all you see is his cock in all its glory, looking right at you. You shoot, but miss the shot. He smiles, and shoots the final 3 balls in. Game over. You lose. Yet you aren?t disappointed. Actually you are relieved.

You both place the cues in the places in the rack. You turn to your friend, and smile. He is BEAMING. I guess, you wont need these anymore, as he looks at your moist damp panties. No I guess these would just get in the way. You wiggle out of your panties, letting them slide down your legs. You step out of them, and walk over to your friend. He smiles and says "you must be my prize". Yes I am. You drop to your knees, and slide off his boxers. His cock is finally free. He steps from the boxers, and leans back, against the railing of the pool table. You lick his cock head, swirling it in your mouth and then you lick the underside of his cock, bathing his cock with your tongue, giving him the best blowjob ever received. You feel his balls tensing up & his shaft start to shudder. He explodes in your mouth & you greedily gobble it all up. You lick his shaft clean, look into his eyes, smile & rise to your feet. You excuse yourself, to go to the bathroom. Upon your return, you look for your friend. You spot him in the hot tub. You slide into the churning waters & relax. "Well" he says. "I hope that I relieved your boredom, of watching pool. Now you got to play some pool, instead of just sitting there." You smile. The waters are relaxing you even more. He hands you your beer. Ahhh this is heaven you think. You slide up to your friend, and gently kiss his cheek. The hot water bubbles all around you turn you on more. You seek out his lips & kiss him feverishly. He responds with his probing tongue deep into your mouth. You break the kiss, slide onto his lap, kiss him again, and feel for his member beneath the water. You feel its size in your hands, and you maneuver it towards your excited pussy.

The cock slides deep into your cunt & fills you up completely. You both exclaim how each others sex make you feel. The bubbles turn you on more, as you bounce on his shaft. His cock fills you up, the naughtiness of the encounter turns you on more, as you both fuck wildly in the hot tub. You feel his cumm deep inside of you, and as you cum, you settle into his supporting arms. Both spent, you relax into your respective corner of the hot tub, basking in the after glow. You look out onto the view down below, and you realize that you should by now, be home in your own bed. You get out of the hot tub & wonder about the time, wonder where you are, wonder where all your clothes are. He gets out of the hot tub, gets dressed and helps you with your clothing. He looks at his watch, and decides to drive you home.

As you take the elevator down, to get into his car, for the ride home, he kisses you again, and thanks you for an unforgettable evening. You thank him for an interesting game of pool, one you will never forget. But, you ask. "What?s in the other room?" That my dear, is for another time. He gives you his card once again. This time, he watches you place it in your purse, and hopes to meet you once again.

You arrive at your own house, and everyone is sleeping. You disrobe, place on a T-shirt, and snuggle off into bed, wondering if it was reality, or just a naughty dream. You slide blissfully into sleep & wonder about that room. . . .

The End?