The phone rang in the other room and Tammy left to answer it. She came back in a moment later.

“Bad news, boys. The Withers brothers can’t make it tonight. Their uncle’s wife had an appendectomy attack today and they just left for the hospital. Can you play with only four?”

“Damn!” said Dan, “How I can make enough money to support my wife and family with only three opponents?”

Ed laughed and said, “What are you talking about? Your poker losses have been supporting my wife and family for years.”

“Well, tonight I was going to turnover a new leaf,” laughed Dan, “It’s your turn to lose….all of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, “Sit down, give me your money, buy some chips and we’ll get started. I believe it’s my turn to win anyway. I don’t need the money so much, I just thrive on the whining and crying you guys do when you lose to me.”

“Bite me,” said Dave as he dug in his wallet.

Tammy came up next to me. I could smell her perfume and hear the pleats on her skirt swish. Her body seemed to radiate heat. The front of my pants must be sopping wet by now which was going to make getting up and going to the bathroom a real chore.

“Who wants a beer?” she asked, “Or maybe I should ask, who doesn’t want a beer?”

There was absolute silence as we all looked up at her and grinned.

“Well, that answers my question,” she spun again and walked into the den toward the kitchen. Her skirt flounced up again, but not nearly as much as it had for me earlier. I glanced around and saw all three pairs of eyes lingering on her legs as she walked away. I couldn’t blame them. She was really something. And dressed like that, she looked more like a whore than a friend’s wife.

As soon as she was out of the room, Dave said, “Tammy certainly looks edible tonight.”

“I’ll say,” said Ed, “A little whipped cream on her and she’d make a fine dessert.”

“I can whip up the cream,” said Dan, with a laugh.

“I can whip up my own cream,” I replied, “And it would probably taste better than yours.”

“That’s not what your wife says,” retorted Dan with a grin. Everybody laughed and I began to flip cards to see who would deal first. Tammy came back in with a tray and four open longneck beers. She went around the table, reached over each guy’s shoulder and set the beers down next to their chips on the table. I would have sworn that she brushed her breasts against all four of us as she did it. I know for damn sure that she did when she set my beer down.

“I’m going to go in the den and watch a video. I’ll make you guys some snacks later. If you need anything, give me a yell. My name is Tammy and I’ll be your slave this evening,” said Tammy with a laugh.

She turned and walked into the den. The other three guys had their backs to the den, but I could see right into it.

I watched as she opened a videocassette case and bent over to put it into the VCR. She stood with her back to me and bent almost all the way over. My eyes must have bugged out as I saw her skirt rise up and expose 90% of her ass. She was definitely not wearing panties. Her creamy white thighs disappeared into the boots just under her knees. Her legs were perfect. She fiddled with the controls of the VCR and wiggled her ass slightly.

“Scott, are you calling the bet?” I heard Dan’s voice from afar. Tammy stood back up and I forced my eyes back to the cards in my hands as her skirt lowered and again covered her ass.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll call. What’s the bet?” I said as I fumbled for my chips.

A few moments later I was out of the hand and looked into the den. I could see Tammy standing in front of the TV. Her legs were spread slightly and her hands seemed to be fiddling with something at her waist. She bent her knees slightly, still watching the TV. She looked over her shoulder and caught me looking at her. She smiled and moved to the side slightly letting me see what was on the TV screen.

I nearly fell out of my chair. She had a porn tape on and some busty redhead was ‘sword swallowing’ a cock the size of a beer can. She turned slightly toward me and I saw that her hands were under the front of her skirt. Still looking at me, she pulled her hands out from under her skirt, picked up the remote and turned off the VCR. She came into the room and stood behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and I could clearly smell her sex. I looked at the hand on my left shoulder and saw it glisten. My heart was pounding at the thought of where those fingers had just been. I wanted to take her fingers into my mouth and suck them clean. I felt her lean forward slightly and her breasts pushed up along both sides of my head. I caught Dan’s eye as he saw what she was doing. His eyes rolled back in his head and he struggled to hide a smirk.

“Can I get you guys anything?” asked Tammy, “More beer? Are you ready for some taste treats?”

Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she said that and she subtly pulled me back slightly into her cleavage.

“I could use another beer,” said Ed, “What do you have to eat?”

“Weenies and doughnuts,” she said without a pause.

The other three guys snapped their heads in her direction. All had quizzical looks on their faces.

“Sorry, Guys. A little joke between Scott and I. How about some Buffalo Wings and ranch dressing?” she suggested.

“Sounds good,” said Ed.

“Yeah,” echoed Dan, “Bring them on.”

“Can you guys do without Scott for a few minutes? I need his help to prepare them.”

“Yeah,” said Ed, “He seems kind of distracted tonight anyway. Take him.”

“Come on, Scott,” said Tammy, “I need you in the kitchen.”

She took her hands of my shoulders and headed toward the den. Her cute ass wiggled and tossed the skirt around as she walked. I excused myself and grabbed my bottle of beer, holding it in front of my crotch and hoping it would hide both my erection and the damp patch on my pants. They were all playing their hands and didn’t even look up. I breathed a sigh of relief as I awkwardly shuffled through the den and into the kitchen. Tammy was at the sink pulling plastic off a package.

“Come over here and give me hand cutting the wings,” she said, her eyes dropping immediately to my groin, “Do you know how to do these?”

“Not really,” I said, ashamed of my obvious erection and the damp spot on my trousers but feeling foolish about trying to hide it now that she had obviously noticed it, “I’ve eaten them, but never cooked them before.”

“Well, come here and watch what I’m doing here,” she ordered turning to the sink. Her eyes seemed to stay locked on my crotch even as her head turned.

I walked up behind her and watched as she took a chicken wing, spread it and made two cuts at the joints.

“There. Pretty easy, huh? Think you can do the rest of these?” she asked.