The Stories Your Mother Never Told You — Part 9.

In a tattered journal given to me by one of my clients, I came across the following account which you may find of special interest. It was clearly written describing a time when my visitor was little more than an infant. You will see that we’ve named him Billy junior, to help keep things straight. I would guess that the diary entries are from the late 1950’s, judging by the content and condition of the journal.

I usually went over to see my friend Magdelene’s on Bills poker nights. He’d have a few friends over and they’d drink beer, play cards and smoke cigarettes. Usually they’d talk about cars and women and whatever boys talk about when they grow up enough to get themselves into a little trouble.

Little Billie would be fast asleep, and the boys would all be in the front room reminded that if things got too loud they’d have the pitter patter of tiny feet and a seven year old to keep them company. That usually kept them in order and prevented their nights getting too rowdy.

That particular week Magdelene had to be in Kenosha, her mother in law was unwell and needed someone else in the house with her. It was no big deal, but I found myself home and upstairs trying on the new dress I’d bought as their game got underway. I knew that if I was downstairs the boys would have me running in and out of that kitchen like a cocktail waitress.

Eventually, when the night was stretching out and I felt Bill should be coming to bed, I went downstairs to make a cup of tea, and see how the game was going along. As I came down the stairs I could see the whiskey bottle was low and they’d all been hitting it pretty hard.

“Darling,” said Bill. “I’d forgotten you were here.”

“How charming,” I said and the men around the card table laughed.

“I’m sure Bill didn’t mean it like that,” said Jed, who ran a farm now but had been at school with Bill. “He’s just not choosing his words so carefully.”

I noticed the glances from a couple of the boys, and I asked if they’d like a cup of tea, “before you wrap things up and let Bill get to bed. He has an early start, you know.”

Someone muttered something which I didn’t catch and I saw Bill flush red. I could guess it was something obscene, but I just carried on. I made tea for the four of them, and brought it in, then took my own and headed back toward the stairs.

“Darling,” said Bill, as I put my first foot on the stair, “why don’t you show the boys that lovely dress you bought today? I know they’d love to see it.”

Bill was trying to be nice. He knows I am a bit of a show off.

“Oh, Bill,” I said, as Jed gave me a smile and then dealt a hand of cards.

“Really,” he replied. “You look lovely in it, and I know they’ll like it.”

“Oh, all right,” I said and hurried up the stairs.

I brushed my hair, and freshened my make up before pulling on the silk dress. Standing looking in the mirror it didn’t have quite the right shape, until I realised I needed to put my heels on to make it just right. Once I did the dress looked great, but my shoes looked odd, so I pulled on some nylons. Satisfied that I looked pretty good I returned downstairs.

As I stepped into the living room, I could sense the energy had changed. It was subtle but there was an intensity that filled the air. Billie looked nervous.

“Darling, you look wonderful,” said Billie, his eyes going swiftly from me to his cards. I knew him well enough to see he was uncomfortable.

“Why don’t you give us a little spin, Valerie,” said Jed, all smiles.

I laughed and turned on my heel. I could almost hear the boys gasp, and feel their eyes on my body as I rotated slowly. I knew it was a mistake to tease them the moment I did it, but just pushed ahead.

“You boys really should be wrapping things up,” I said.

“Oh, I think there’s a couple more hands to play. Besides, Bill has to win back some of his money.”

I could see Bill moving uneasily. Apparently it had not been a good night for him.

“Come on,” said Jed. “A couple more hands.”

With that the cards were dealt once more, and again, under his breath, I saw one of the boys mutter something in Bills ear to the amusement of the others. He looked angry for a moment but then recovered himself.

The game seemed to go on as I cleared away a few cups and the glasses the players had been using. From the kitchen I heard a little bit of a commotion, and after a moment I walked back into the living room.

“Hey, boys! What seems to be the trouble?” I said wanting to calm things down a little.

“It’s nothing,” said one of the players. “It’s just Bill doesn’t like an idea we had. It’s a little unusual.”

Jed cut in, “It’s very unusual. It’s just that Bill has lost rather badly tonight. It’s been suggested that we could make this a little more interesting if we play a couple of hands of ‘Anything goes’.”

I smiled and said, “That sounds fun. What is it?”

“It’s just a silly thing we used to do in high school. It’s just a game. If Bill puts something up for a bet in our poker game, and he wins it wipes out all the other balances.”

“That sounds like a good game,” I said. “What does he have to put up?”

“Well,” said Jed awkwardly. “You actually.”

I know I must have looked shocked and I turned to Bill.

“What do you mean,” I asked innocently.

“Well, it’s like at school. Remember that silly game we played, Seven Minutes In Heaven, where if you win you spend seven minutes in the closet with a girl?”

“Actually, no I don’t remember that game, but I get the general idea,” I replied anxiously.

Jed carried on, “well, it’s like that, but you don’t have to be in the closet. You could be in the parlour, or any other room. And even if Bill loses it wipes out the debt.”

One of the other boys cut in, “and you don’t have to make out. You could read poetry, if that’s what you want to do. But you have those seven minutes.”

Bill burst out, “This is ridiculous. You’re not having seven minutes with my wife.”

“You’re quite right, Bill. It’s a silly idea,” said Jed.

“Wait a moment,” I said. “How much money are we talking about here?”

Bill looked livid. Jed said, “Ninety bucks.”

Then the other two chimed in.

“Seventy five bucks.”

“A hundred and twenty.”

I turned to Bill and said, “is that right Bill?”

He nodded awkwardly.

“And I could do anything I want. Read poetry…” I continued.

“Or nothing at all,” said Jed.

“For seven minutes?” I repleid.

“Seven minutes,” said one of the other players.

I looked at them each in turn and thought for a moment.

“Take the bet, Bill.”

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Needless to say Bill lost. Jed had a flush, and both the others had two pairs, against a pair of fours in Bills hand. I’d watched the play from where I sat by the coffee table. As Bill had folded and I saw Jed glance at me, I realised I’d better make this easy for Bill.

I went over and whispered in his ear, “Don’t’ worry, honey. I’ll just play along a bit.”

With that I went straight to Bill, took his hand and said, “You better start the clock.”

Leading him through the kitchen into the parlor I closed the door and locked it. I turned to Jed, and pulled the neckline down, exposing my naked breasts. Jed’s eyes seem to be locked in fascination as he stared.

“This never leaves this room?” I said as I moved closer to Jed.

“Of course,” he replied. “Those are the rules of the game.”

I launched myself toward him as he stared still uncertain what I was prepared to do. I pressed my lips to his and forced him back against the table.

“Jeez, Valerie,” he muttered, trying to back away, but found me pushing him against the wall. I reached down into his trousers, my hand grasping for his dick. He was surprised, not thinking I’d dare be so brazen, at which point I told him to shut up.

With his dick in my grasp I squeezed and stroked him into life. He hardened quickly, as I struggled to undo his pants. I fell to my knees and pulled his belt open. He tried to say something, but I just focused on what I was doing and said, “you’ve got about five minutes left, Jed. Why don’t you shut up and let me get this thing in my mouth for a few minutes.”

“Jeez, Valerie, I didn’t know you were like this.”

I think I can honestly say no one had ever given Jed a blow job. He climaxed so swiftly that I thought for a moment he must be faking, but for the fact that he flooded into my mouth and down my throat. It was exhilarating.

“Now run along,” I said when he’d stopped groaning,” and send the next one in.”

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By the time I’d finished, and each of the boys had been shocked by my wanton hunger, I felt quite disheveled. I stepped into the bathroom and did my hair, before returning to the living room, and Billy’s uncertain stare.

“Oh, Billy, don’t’ worry. I just sat with the silly boys and chatted,” I whispered to him confidentially.

He smiled at me, happily refilling our guests drinks. I really don’t think he suspected a thing. When our guests left a little later Bill was quite oblivious, thanking me for being such a good sport. He really is a dear!

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