The other wives, like me, usually enjoy being hostesses. With years of practice we have become very good at welcoming male organs and are better at pl...asuring our husbands because of it. We know how to treat them well and they are proud of our skills with our guests. That reflects on them.It is exciting not knowing who you might next open your legs for. Most men are nice and make sure we enjoy having their shafts and seed inside us. I have been hostess to men of many colors and sizes and ages.. My mother had told me most of what I was repeating back to my father.My dad listened to my speech. “I am not sure where you got it in your head after one day of the very basics of BDSM that your big sister would be ready to be a fluffer in a gang bang. However, I blame myself for a lot of this. I should have forbidden you to play with toys until you knew how to properly treat them,” Dad said with a hint of sarcasm. When he said it like that, I realized that it was a pretty far-fetched idea that. All morning we were all grabbing and touching each other. This went on tell about 1 oclock. Stacy asked everyone if we wanted to play a game. What is the game? I asked. It is called the cum game. The rules are each women will give a blow job and there are two ways to score. The one who cums the fastest gets a point and the one who cums the most gets a point. I looked at my wife and said we can win this. Stacy picked up two cups and gave one to Carla. Carla and I will get under the counter at. They both worked off the philosophy of playing straight up or not at all. That was not to say they were above lying and bluffing there way though a game. That was the trade mark of all good sharks, and they were definitely that. They just liked to play it straight though."Aw shit, Michael. I'll go tell Jimmy. I fuckin' hate it when they think they can come in here... You go get some chips. They should be gone by the time ya get back, " she replied, a hint of mischief in her sparkling brown.