Black Jack'd

As I approached, he noticed, and with a sheepish look, began to remove his arm. I waved at him and let him know he could keep it there. He wasn't sure of my motives, but he didn't bother moving it, either. I gave him a wink and let him know it was all ok.

We sat like that, chatting and listening to a few of the so-called singers. The Jacks bought another round. Apparently they also bought my wife one while I was away. She was really feeling the affects at this point. After a few songs, I suggested it was time to go to the room. I stood, thanked the guys and asked:

"Are you two going to stay and listen?"

"We'll probably be here for a while. Never know, maybe someone interesting might walk in." Said Jack number 1.

"Probably not as interesting as your wife, if you don't mind me saying" said Jack number 2.

I laughed and winked again:

"I don't mind you saying it at all."

With that, I helped my wife to the room. She got stares again, partly because she was drunk, but also because she wasn't being as careful with the slit in her dress. By now, everyone knew she was wearing thigh highs and sexy panties.

When we entered the room, I lay her on the bed.

"Honey, tell me again, what did you promise me?"

With that, she looked at me with glassy eyes and said:

"I promised anything."

"Good." I said. "I have something more planned."

I reached under the left side of the bed and pulled up one of the wrist cuffs. I placed it on her right wrist and fastened it. Then, I walked to the other side, pulled out the other cuff and did the same with her left wrist.

"Oh, God, Jay. Seriously. You want kinky? I don't know if I am up for it tonight."

"You said ANYTHING. I am taking what you promised."

"Ok. Anything." She repeated.

I made sure that her wrists were secure, but not too tight. I also made sure to stretch out her arms. I then walked to the foot of the bed and brought out the ankle cuffs.

"You really thought of everything, didn't you, you pervert." She laughed.

"Oh, I have thought of everything and a bit more, actually."

I left on her heels, attached the ankle cuffs, but didn't stretch her legs straight. I wanted her knees bent. Once attached, I pushed up her dress so that both legs were bared. At this point she started moaning seductively, expecting me to go for her pussy and get it over with. Instead, I reached under the bed and brought out the first cuff to go around her thigh. She didn't know what I was doing at first. I attached it high, by the knee, and pulled the rope to open up her legs. I moved to the other side of the bed and did the same, so now my wife was on the bed, fully clothed, but in a very sexy, very compromising position.

"I think you forgot something, Einstein..." she was really feeling the alcohol at this point so her words were a little slurred.

"You forgot to take off my clothes. How is this going to work?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, "I said, "I have everything planned out."

With that, I brought out the bag I had dropped off. I reached in and found what I wanted. I leaned over, began kissing her on the lips. I could tell she was now horny and she began to kiss me with an open mouth. We French kissed for a bit, then I would pull back. She would open her mouth and whine a bit, wanting more, and I would bend back over to kiss her. I did this several times. The last time, as she became more wanton, I quickly inserted a ball gag into her mouth, worked the straps around her head, and pulled it tight.

She grunted in surprise as I pulled away, and began testing the bindings that held her. I watched closely, in case I needed to adjust anything. I was pleased with the job I had done because her legs stayed open above the knees, her arms and ankles were secure. She was a sexy sight. I stood back and took a couple of pictures with my cell phone.

"There, now, that should do it." I laughed a bit. "You look so gorgeous all trussed up like that. We are going to have a lot of fun."

I walked back over to the bag and reached in. I pulled out a pair of scissors and the deck of cards.

"I'll be back in a little bit, baby. You stay right there, just like that. Maybe struggle a bit more. Your dress rides up higher each time you move."

With that, I walked out the door and back to the bar.

When I walked into the bar, the karaoke crowd was in full swing. People were standing about. I headed back to the table where we had eaten in hopes of finding our new friends there, but before I could get halfway back, a hand reached out and touched my shoulder. I turned to see Jack number one standing there.

"What's wrong? Did she pass out on you? You can't be done with that hot little number yet!"

I laughed at that. The alcohol had loosened him up a bit, too.

"No, nothing like that. Where's Jack? I want to talk to you two."

With that, he led me back to their table. All the seats were taken and there was standing room only. He looked at Jack number two and pointed at me:

"Jay wants to talk to us."

"Bout what?"

"Don't know, he didn't say."

At this point, it was loud and they were nearly screaming. I motioned toward the door leading outside. They nodded and followed me.

"I don't think he got lucky tonight, Jack!" said Jack number one

"Yeah, it sure don't look like it!" Said Jack number two.

I smiled and kept walking until we came to a little area away from the bar and bar traffic. I turned and said:

"Here's the thing. I don't know yet who is lucky. But, I do want you both to entertain an idea for a bit. How would you like to enter into a game of chance?"

"What do you mean by game of chance?" asked Jack number two.

"Well, Black Jack, and by that, I mean the card game." I produced the cards from my pocket.

"And, where is that hot little piece of ass you call your wife? She know you're gambling?"

"She's a bit tied up right now and she will definitely be aware of the fact that I am gambling."

"What's going on, really?" asked Jack number one.

I produced my phone, opened up one of the photos, and showed the men. They both grunted loudly as they took in the sight of my wife, panties exposed, bound to the bed.

"Ok, that still doesn't tell me what is going on." Said Jack number one.

I took a breath and figured it was now or never.

"It's like this. My wife is in the room, tied up tight. I have a deck of cards. I need some players. I want to play black jack. But, the rules are this. For every hand that is played the winner gets a pair of scissors. With each winning hand, one and only one cut may be made on any garment that remains on my wife. Play will continue until all garments have been removed. At the end of play, a tally will be made and whoever has the highest number of wins gets to fuck her first. THAT is what THIS is about."

"No way..." Jack number one started to say.

"Yes, way." I cut him short. "I noticed how you looked at her. I noticed you helped ply her with alcohol. Obviously I couldn't help but hear you call her a hot piece of ass just now. Now I want to know, are you willing to bet on what you want or not?"

"What happens if we lose?" Asked Jack number two

"There are no losers. You play, no money changes hands: if you win, you go first. Second place is second, third takes left overs. At the end of the night, you leave, I take her home in the morning. Are my rules acceptable?"

"What does she have to say about this?" Asked Jack number two.

I looked him square in the eyes and said: "Didn't you hear her say that tonight I could have anything I wanted? I believe she said it just after we met, before she had anything to drink."

"She did say that, Jack" said Jack number one. "I remember because I couldn't help but think I wish I was in his shoes tonight."

It took a few minutes of standing there in silence. I could see them both thinking it over. I twirled the cards in my hand and finally I said:

"Ok, if you guys aren't interested, I guess I could always go back to the room alone. Nice to meet you."

I turned to leave, but then heard Jack number one say:

"Ok, we're in. I just can't see us passing this up. We'll be gone in the morning anyway so you deal with anything left over."

"Good! I was beginning to wonder about you two. Thought maybe I had misjudged you both. Let's not keep the lady waiting. She was in a rather awkward position when I left."

With that, I led them to the room and my waiting wife.

Once in the room, they stopped just inside the door. My wife had obviously struggled more against her bonds as her dress was higher than ever, but she was still nice and secure. She looked up and when she saw that I was not alone, she began shaking her head violently and trying to speak around the gag.

"Hi, honey! First, all you need to remember is the word "Anything." Second, I think you remember our new friends, Jack and Jack. They have agreed to our little game and will be joining me in a game of black jack for the evening's entertainment."

I motioned them over to the table and chairs that sat at the window.

"Gentlemen, I have one question. Do you both have cell phones?"

They both produced them and started to hand them to me. I guessed they expected me to say they couldn't take photos. Instead, I said:

"Good. Please, let's take a few photos of her now so you can both have a nice record of the evening's events. You know, for when you tell the story to your friends, you will have proof."

This got a huge laugh.

"Hell, yeah, I am down for that!" Said Jack number 2. He quickly opened the camera app and pointed his lens between my wife's legs. She tried to close them, but the straps kept them spread. The thin, nearly see through material barely covered her pussy and the struggling that had gone on during my absence had caused them to ride into her pussy. It was a great sight.

Jack number one busied himself with other areas and started to reach out and stroke her arm.

"No touching! Yet, at least. That's cheating." I reminded him.

They took pictures from every angle and then, again, I beckoned them to the table. As they took their seats, I explained:

"I will be the dealer for the game. You are both players. There is no need to wager, as we know what the pot will be each hand." I placed a pair of scissors on the table. I had splurged and bought the medical grade type of scissors so that there was little chance of injury to her skin.

"We will draw cards to see who receives first deal. You will be dealt one card and may ask for up to two more. The closest to 21 at the end of three deals will be declared winner. Is there any questions?"

"Well, what if," started Jack number one, "We only get a hand of twos and threes? Like, if it only totals 7?"

"Well, that means if the other guy gets 8, he wins. If 7 is the highest hand, you win. Unless you want to take all night to win the first cut. It's up to you at this point, but I see no reason trying to always reach 21 because the odds are in your favor. The house only wins once someone else wins."

"Ok by me" said Jack number 2. "Black Jack is my lucky game. Let's get going so I can have my winnings."

With that, I shuffled the deck. I could hear my wife protesting through her gag in the background but the guys were committed at this point. They wanted some of that hot ass. I was determined to let them have it and she was bound to give it to them. Pardon the pun.

I held the deck out to Jack number one and he drew a card. Then I handed it to Jack number two and he did the same.

"Gentlemen, to be completely fair, please look at your cards. Do not show them. Now, decide if you want to draw another or stand."

Jack number two looked for a moment and then said:

"Let me draw again."

I held the deck out again and he handed me the first card and took a second. I then offered the deck to Jack number one who declined the offer.

"I'll stand." He said.

"Ok, gentlemen, if you are all satisfied, please turn over your cards. "

Jack number one flipped over a Jack and laughed.

"Look, it's our long lost brother!" He joked with Jack number two.

Jack number two laughed, but not because he thought the joke was funny. He turned over a queen of spades and said:

"Yeah, but I just found my long lost mother! Looks like I go first."

"Ok, gentlemen, now the game begins." I began to shuffle the deck.

Once shuffled, I dealt each man a card. Both said "Hit me" so I proceeded with another.

Jack number 2 stood on this hand, while Jack number one asked for another card. I dealt him a card and with a low curse he said: "Bust."

The time had arrived. This was the first cut. I paused a moment, looked at jack number 2 and said: "Only one cut, dress first. No molesting the merchandise, please."

He took the scissors and approached the bed. As he leaned over my wife, she began to struggle again.

"Ok, honey, no need for that. You are going to get hurt if you don't stop and you will simply wind up naked and hurt. "

With that, he reached down to the top of the slit and cut into the fabric. The sound of scissors cutting fabric was loud in our ears and resonated into our groins. It had started.

I will not bore you with each hand. It was actually Jack number one who made the final cut into the dress material and separated it enough to remove. My wife lay there in her bra, panties and stockings. At this point, however, a fair question was raised. Jack number two asked:

"Hold on a minute. She's wearing stockings. Do we have to cut those off or can we leave them on when we fuck her? Because I love a woman in stockings."

At the words "Fuck her" my wife started struggling again, only this time, without the dress to cover her bra, her tits bounced to the amusement and delight of the men. They encouraged her to keep going and "Free the nipple." When she realized what they were saying, she stopped.

"Great question. You may leave the stockings on. No reason to remove them. Let's continue."

They got their fill of taking photographs of her in bra and panties. They even began calling her names like slut, fuck tool and such: I was enjoying it immensely.

After the next hand, Jack number two had won. We were now looking at a moment of truth. He turned to Jack number one and asked:

"Out of respect for our friendship, I cannot decide. Do I use my cut on the panties or on the bra?"

"Well," replied Jack number one, "I have always been a tit man myself."

"That settles it, then. Bra it is."

At this point, I was calculating how many cuts it would take for her clothing to be totally destroyed. I handed the scissors to Jack number 2 and watched as he carefully considered. I could tell he was also counting.

Then, he stepped forward, and did something I completely did not expect. Instead of cutting the bra straps, as I had anticipated, he gingerly inserted the scissors between my wife's tits, shushing her as he did so, and caught the fabric that held the bra cups together between the blades of the scissors.

I started to speak, but Jack number one stood and said:

"Now, dealer, you never said nothing about HOW we had to cut the bra off, you just said we had one cut each. "

I had to admit he was correct, so I stood there quietly as Jack number two went to work on the material of the bra. I was mesmerized and nearly jumped out of my skin when Jack number one yelled out:

"Come on, man, let's see this bitch's tits!"

Now, I had never called my wife a bitch and, to my knowledge, neither had anyone else. Of all things, that gave me pause. I had to resist an urge to defend her. After all, I was the one who was letting them cut her clothing off. So, I stood there and watched as with one snip the bra came undone.

My wife, not really thinking about it at this point, struggled. The unfortunate, or fortunate depending on your point of view, result was that her tits flopped out of her bra. Both Jacks were at her with their phones, camera flashes going. They called them every name they could think of for a woman's breasts. We were all occasionally reaching down to rub and adjust the front of our pants. They did not touch them, but they blew on them in an attempt to get the nipples to stand up higher.

"Gentlemen. Gentlemen! Please. The game is not over. Return to the table."

They finally returned and I again began to deal. I knew they were now anxious to continue. I stopped a moment and began to speak:

"At this point in the game, I feel I must remind you: All clothing is to be removed before a winner is proclaimed. Also, as it stands, Jack number one is leading the game by number of hands. That being said, the total number of hands left to be played is now four. Two bra straps and at least two cuts for the panties is all that are left. Shall we continue?"

"Hell, yes! Let's go! I am about to win the prize!" Jack number one was obviously excited and confident.

"Let's get this done. Even if I come in second I am still going to cum in that pussy." Jack number two said with a laugh.

I proceeded to deal the next hand, that was won by Jack number one. He turned to Jack number two and said:

"Since you asked me for my suggestion, I also turn to you. Which shall it be, panties or bra?"

"Let's get rid of that bra. Just mind you, don't cut off her nipples!"

They thought that was hilarious, but Jack number one proceeded to cut one strap of the bra. It was now hanging on by one strap and tossed off to one side, with her tits on full display. Again, they took pics. Both men took a moment or so to fiddle with their phones while the other snapped photos so that they weren't in each other's way.

The next three hands were a surprise for all. The last three hands all went to Jack number two. It was sheer luck, and both were amazed. He removed the bra and then with two snips, cut away my wife's panties. There she was, cuffed so she could not do anything, legs forced to stay apart and completely naked, except for her stockings, heels and gag. The look in her eyes was one of utter defeat.

I pretended to tally up the hands, but before I could say anything, Jack number one said:

"Hell, we all know who one. Get on with it so I can have me some of that!"

Jack number two stood there for a moment before saying:

"She has hair on that pussy. It looks like a real pussy. I can tell she trimmed it but it still has hair. Of course, I might change my mind tonight and we can always shave it for the next time!"

I figured he was really getting into this and trying his best to scare her a bit. With that, both men began removing their clothing.

"Grab a couple of pillows to prop her ass up. I want to get in deep." Jack number two said with a growl.

We grabbed two pillows. I offered to lift, but Jack number one refused to let me.

"I at least get to feel her real good before he fucks her."

Once the pillows were placed, my wife's ass was at a great height. Jack number one reached down and felt her "snatch" as he called it. He then turned and said:

"Damn! She's wet!"

"She better be if she is going to take this!" Jack number two had removed his underwear. Now, I am not one to claim to have seen many men's cocks but, in all truth, this cock was big. Maybe even huge. Either way, it would be my wife's first time with another man, first time with a black man and first time with a cock that large.

"Wait! I brought lube!" I managed to say before he impaled her. He paused, looked at Jack number one and said:

"Well, we better use it. Don't want to ruin her just yet."

I grabbed the lube from the bag I had packed, put some on my hand and started rubbing my wife's pussy. She actually began to respond. I also handed the lube to Jack and he applied a large amount to his cock. Then, he said:

"Ok, get out of the way. I want my winnings. I won this cunt fair and square and I am going to claim the pot."