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In the case of Julissa McQueen, it wasn’t Humpty Dumpty, but a relationship that couldn’t be put back together. Perhaps it wasn’t much of a relationship to start with, but Julissa had tried for so long to put up with Raymond’s innumerable idiosyncrasies that she wasn’t ready to give up on couplehood. Not without a fight.Turned out to be a big fight. A mean one, with Raymond cruelly claiming that she’d been obviously unfaithful to him, and Julissa storming out of the couple’s penthouse apartment in tears.”You with your goddamn poker face,” he called down the hallway after her. “Finally, showing a little human emotion! Didn’t know you had it in you…”

Cliché, she thought as she stalked around the block, the heels of her glossy knee-high black boots click-clacking on the pavement. Such a fucking cliché. He couldn’t accept her fiery independence, so he chose to attack her rather than deal with his own insecurities. The thing of it was that she hadn’t ever cheated. Not on Raymond nor any one of her previous boyfriends. The concept didn’t fit her style. If a connection with a man faded, she ended the relationship before moving onto the next one.

Sure, she might have had a thought of cheating — but who didn’t? Once or twice when an interesting specimen looked her way, she lost herself in a decadent daydream involving a satisfying situation with someone new. Perhaps while on the subway, or at the grocery store or out on a morning run. But she’d never actually gone through with it.

Now, that Raymond claimed she had — and she was fuming at the false accusation — she thought that maybe she should. Why be blamed for something, be punished for it, really, without experiencing the pleasure of actually screwing someone else?

Someone else named Blake.

And someone else named Sam.

And even someone else named Nelson.

Yes, she had them all lined up in her mind, and as she turned the corner and entered her favorite English bar, All the King’s Horses, there they were, as if they’d been magically positioned there, waiting for her: all McQueen’s men.

In truth, they were her poker buddies. She loved the game, had been a pro for years, but she’d never had much luck playing cards with girls. Ladies didn’t seem to put as much thought into the mental warplay of poker. Generally speaking, most girls she’d played with had lost interest in their hands and started talking about clothes, or hair, or men. Julissa couldn’t stand that. When she played cards, she wanted serious adversaries, men who had no qualms about taking her money. She wanted poker faces.

Raymond wasn’t into cards. He liked playing the ponies. Or watching football on television. He didn’t understand why she felt the need to join her buddies in the smoke-filled private room at the bar, where Nelson, who owned the place, had a weekly game. Raymond was invited, but after going twice, he backed out permanently. Julissa came every week. Or, attended every week. Mentally, she came every once in awhile when thinking about what might take place with the three studly guys who joined her at the green felt-flocked table.

Tonight was the night she’d find out.

“There she is,” Blake grinned at her, motioning to the others that she’d arrived. “Let the games begin.”

Julissa just smiled as she brushed a lock of midnight hair out of her startling cat-shaped eyes, and then followed the trio to the back room. Before anyone could cut the deck of cards this evening, Julissa perched herself on the edge of the table and said, “Let’s raise the stakes tonight…”

Sam tilted his head at her as he waited for her to continue.

“What’s on your mind?” Nelson wanted to know.

“Strip poker,” Blake guessed, patting Julissa on the back with one of his large hands, touching her in an almost buddy-style that lingered just a beat too long for someone who wanted to be strictly friends.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. Her long, dark hair tickled against her cheeks. “Fuck-poker.”

“Fuck poker?” Sam repeated, shocked. “What do you mean. You don’t like playing with us anymore?”

“She’s leaving us, boys,” Blake said sadly, as if he’d always expected the sad day would eventually come, but he had hoped against hope that it wouldn’t arrive so soon.

“Not ‘fuck the game,’” she quickly explained, reaching for the deck of cards and shuffling expertly. The cards danced mesmerizingly between her fingers. “But a game played for the stakes of fucking –” Another hesitation. “Fucking me, that is.” One final pause, “If you’re interested.”

She watched the men carefully to see when they would get it. One by one, she saw the moment when they understood what she was saying — and one by one, they nodded in agreement, nodded as if they didn’t care if she were pulling their chains, they definitely wanted in. Julissa, herself, wasn’t entirely sure of what she was saying. She knew what she needed. Thought it about it enough, honestly, to have the scene entirely choreographed from start to finish. Handsome Sam would be in front of her, his faded blue jeans open, cock out, and she would lick from his balls to the tip of his shaft as Blake slid her soft skirt up to her hips and lowered her panties. Tonight, she had on a pair of pale lilac-colored ones made of lace-trimmed silk.

She wanted Nelson between her legs, fiercely lapping her pussy while Blake prepared her to receive his cock from behind, back-door style. And by back door, she really meant that she wanted Blake to take her ass. Raymond wouldn’t do that with her. Not that he hadn’t ass-fucked a girl before, because he had and she knew it. They’d teased each other with one of those “What have you done?” conversations early on in their relationship, in the playful stage before they’d gotten serious. So yeah, she knew he’d ass-fucked a French girl in New York one summer. But he didn’t do it that way with Julissa, and for some reason with him refusing, that only made her want to go that route even more.

So, she saw it all, had fantasized so often she felt as if she’d seen the image in a dirty movie, but that didn’t mean it was going to happen. The boys had to win first, and winning wouldn’t be easy. Julissa was an ace at poker. Nobody ever knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Really?” Sam asked now, and Julissa realized that her poker face was already in place. The guys truly didn’t know whether or not she was putting them on.

“Really,” Julissa said, dealing out the first hand.

“And Raymond?” Blake asked.

“Fuck Raymond,” Julissa spat. It was clear to all of them that “Fuck Raymond” was an entirely different statement from “Fuck-poker,” and none of the men commented further. They sat down, eyeing each other carefully, and lifted their cards.

Even though she wanted this fantasy to come true more than anything else she’d ever wanted, Julissa couldn’t lose on purpose. That wouldn’t be right. But the guys turned out to want the evening’s culmination even more than she did. For the first time ever, they created a three-man team, and they fought hard, all of them, to beat her down. Which they did. As soon as she started to lose, Julissa felt that the inevitable was happening. She couldn’t draw the cards she needed, couldn’t fake the boys out with any of her standard moves. Slowly, she began to accept that her fantasy was going to come true, and that made the cards shake in her hands.

“Nervous,” Sam asked, reaching out to stroke her knee gently under the table.

“No,” she said, folding her final hand, and she realized as she said the word that she wasn’t nervous at all. She was excited, desperately wet, and ready to get started. “Let me tell you how it’s going to be…”

They listened carefully to her precise instructions, and then they took their positions around her. Sam was in front, as he had to be, with his jeans splayed open, awaiting the first gentle lick of her tongue on his naked cock. He looked down at her in total awe, as she parted her full berry-slicked lips and let him in. And just as she surrounded Sam’s cock with her open mouth, Nelson lowered her panties and pressed his face against her pussy.

“Oh…” Julissa murmured, her mouth full of Sam. “Oh, yes.”

Blake didn’t jump in right away. He watched the action for several moments before wetting his fingers and tracing them around Julissa’s rear hole. He wanted her nice and wet before he plunged, and he wanted a signal from her that this was really what she needed.

Nelson continued to suckle on her clit, and Julissa, bent forward, had her mouth so full of Sam’s cock that she couldn’t talk at all. But she waggled her lovely ass a little, left and then right, to let Blake know that she was ready. He parted her cheeks wider and then pressed the head of his cock at her asshole. He waited a moment, and then slid in a little bit deeper. Julissa moaned ferociously around Sam’s cock, and Sam picked up the pace, sliding back and forth between her lips at a rapid rhythm. Julissa couldn’t get enough of him. She swallowed forcefully, and then reached forward to cradle his balls as she continued to work him. She was driven on by the pace of Nelson between her legs and Blake fucking her smoothly from behind. Being taken back there was as exciting as she’d dreamed of. The fact that Raymond had been denying her so long made the pleasure even greater.

The foursome were so self-contained that not one of them heard the knock on the private door, and none noticed the intrusion until they heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a “What the fuck is going on back here?!”

Then Blake looked over his shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and simply shrugged. He was too close to coming to be stopped at this point. Sam didn’t even bother with that much of a response, paying attention instead to the lovely Julissa, gently cradling her head as she sucked him to the root, swallowing every last drop. From his position, Nelson couldn’t really see Raymond very clearly, but he knew the man was there. Being watched had always thrilled Nelson, and he put one hand on his own bulging crotch as he continued to lick on Julissa’s pulsing clit. He was going to come at the moment she did, and that made his entire body feel alive with impending ecstasy.

As for Julissa, as she glanced over at Raymond’s face, she felt a wave of satisfaction beat through her — in the back room of All the King’s Horses, and in the midst of all McQueen’s men, it was obvious that this was one relationship that would never be put back together again.

But some stories are like that — for Julissa, it didn’t make her evening’s ending any less happy.
Alison Tyler is a Bay Area author whose most recent novels are Strictly Confidential and Learning to Love It (both published by Black Lace). Look for her short stories in books including Noirotica 3, Erotic Travel Tales, Wicked Words 4 and 5, Guilty Pleasures, Sweet Life, Best Women’s Erotica 2002 and The Ultimate Guide to Cunnilingus.