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It was a late April day; the grey clouds looked to
burst at any time. My mood was bordering on matching the weather. My wife
and I had plans to go to dinner with our friends, Mike and Sarah. The four
of us were celebrating anniversaries. Leann and I had been married for
eight years and Mike and Sarah for five.
We started the evening with dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by a
night cap at my friend Mike’s house. Mike and I have known each other
since grade school and most of our double dates ended at one of our
houses.
As we entered the living room, Mike sat on the sofa while Sarah went over
to the bar and poured everyone some wine. Leann sat on the sofa opposite
Mike and I sat in the chair opposite the sofa. A beautiful glass and brass
coffee table sat between us. Sarah handed everyone a glass, and sat in the
chair next to Mike.
As is normal for couples, especially couples accustomed to each other as
we were, our conversation turned towards sex (or as Mike put it – the lack
thereof). Amidst lots of laughter (and drinks) Sarah suggested we play
some games.
“How about charades?” Sarah asked.
“Honey,” Mike said, “you know I hate charades. Pick something else.”
“Let’s play Strip Poker,” my wife Leann said.
MY WIFE?!? - This from the woman I married?!?
Ever since the birth of our child two years ago, she has been super
self-conscious about the extra weight she was carrying. (She called it
baby fat.) Although she still had great boobs, her tummy roll was the
thing she wanted to hide the most.
Then it occurred to me, she knew I had always wanted to see Sarah naked,
maybe this was her anniversary present to me (if it worked). It would
definitely improve my mood.
“I’m up for it,” Sarah said.
“Me too,” Mike added.
Not wanting to be the odd man out I readily agreed. (Hopefully not too
eagerly.)
“I’ll get the cards,” Sarah said. As she rose to go retrieve them, I
imagined her without her clothes and got a slight stirring in my pants.
Meanwhile Mike arose to get more wine, and I noticed my wife’s eyes
lingering on his rear end.
“So,” Sarah said upon her return, “what are the rules?”
“It was Leanne’s idea – let her make the rules,” I said, sparing myself
any responsibility.
“I thought that would be obvious,” Leann said, “Each losing hand must
remove an article of clothing.”
I was the one who taught Leann to play poker, and as far as I knew, she
never played it with anyone else.
“Where is the skill in that,” Mike said as he handed everyone a full glass
of wine.
“What do you mean?” Leann asked.
“If you only draw cards and then the lowest hand loses – that is only luck
being involved, no skill comes into play,” I said.
“Well you men play this game much more than the two of us do,” Sarah
argued. “Skill should be taken out of the equation so we all have a fair
chance.”
“That works for me,” I said.
“Me too,” Mike added.
As Sarah handed the deck to Mike I said, “Don’t forget to remove the
jokers!”
“Oh no,” Mike countered, “You can stay.”
Both girls laughed as Mike smirked.
Then he shuffled and dealt.
My hand consisted of the ace, four, nine, and eight of spades with the
three of clubs. I tossed the three and hoped for another spade. I noticed
that Sarah, who was sitting to my right had tossed three cards, my wife
sitting to my left tossed four and Mike had thrown out two. After the draw
I received the seven of clubs. At least I had an ace, in this game – that
may not be the lowest.
It was. Leann had an ace with a queen; Mike had a pair of queens, and
Sarah a pair of twos.
So I removed a shoe and set it aside.
“Oh no,” Sarah said. “Shoes are a pair!”
“Really,” I said, “I usually only remove one at a time. Tell you what, if
the majority agrees, I’ll remove both.”
“We agree!” Mike and Leann exclaimed in unison.
“All right, here’s the other.” I removed the other.
“You’re deal Sarah,” Mike said as he handed the cards to her.
She shuffled and smoothly dealt the cards. I got the distinct impression
she had played cards before.
This hand was no better than the previous; I received the ace of hearts,
jack of diamonds, ten and six of clubs and the two of hearts. I selected
the two, six and ten and tossed them.
“Three please.”
Leann asked for one, Mike wanted three and Sarah two.
I received nothing that helped. “I got crap”, I said showing my ace high
hand.
Leann showed her hand, one card was a heart the rest diamonds. Mike had a
pair of queens and Sarah a pair of Jacks.
Since Leann’s highest card was a ten, she lost and promptly removed her
shoes.
Now it was my turn to deal.
Sarah smiled at me and I tried to unlock any secrets that may be hidden
within.
This was more like it; I had a pair of aces.
“Three please,” Leann said, as did everyone else. This meant I was
probably holding the best hand before the draw.
As she picked up her draw, Sarah smiled.
Everyone lay down their hand. Sarah won with two pair.
Leann had the low hand of a pair of twos, so forfeited her pantyhose.
She stood up and slowly removed them from beneath her white satin skirt.
Even though my wife had gained a few pounds since our child was born, she
still could cause a stir in my pants.
I gathered the cards and handed them to Leann. “You’re deal, hun.”
She shuffled and dealt.
I looked at my hand and saw the ace and king of hearts, queen of clubs,
eight of diamonds and the six of hearts. I did a quick check of the
clothing situation. Only my wife and I had lost. Should I gamble on the
straight, the flush or just go highest two cards?
I opted for high cards and drew three. Everyone drew three this time.
My wife showed two pair; aces and sevens. Mike also had two pair, fours
and threes, as did Sarah. I only had an ace.
I shook my head in dismay and removed my socks.
This was not going well.
After the first round only my wife and I had removed anything.
I was starting to think the cards were marked.
Mike shuffled and dealt; I received the jack of spades, the ten of hearts
and other junk.
Once again everyone took three cards.
This time my wife won with a pair of kings, unfortunately Mike and Sarah
beat my jack high.
I stood up and removed my shirt.
“This is not going well,” I said.
“I’m enjoying it,” Leann said.
“Me too,” added Sarah.
“Just deal,” I said with a shake of my head and a slightly embarrassed
smile.
This time I got a slightly better hand than normal; a pair of eights, with
a king, queen and two.
I tossed three cards, Leann asked foe one, Mike held fast and Sarah wanted
three also.
Mike flourished his diamond flush. “The cards are with us tonight,” he
added.
This time however Sarah had the low hand.
Off came her black pumps.
“I’m glad to be out of those,” she said. “My feet were killing me.”
It was my deal again.
I received crap again, only a pair of twos.
Leann took one card, Mike and Sarah took three each.
Leann had one of the worst hands I had ever seen in my life – an eight
high!!
She had an eight, seven, six, four and three.
“I guess I have to remove my blouse,” she said. Personally I think she was
trying to lose so she could be naked first.
She stood up and seductively removed her top. She slowly unbuttoned her
blouse as she gyrated her hips, then she slowly turned as she removed her
blouse. She then slowly turned to reveal her white lacy bra. I stole a
peek at Mike; I could just make out a slight bulge in his jeans. Leann’s
breasts were slightly larger than average and very round.
“If you’re done, it’s you’re deal,” I said. “This time deal me some good
cards.”
She dealt and once again everyone took three cards except Sarah who took
one.
Once again my wife lost; this time with a king high.
“Uh oh,” she said. “I think I just lost my skirt.”
“Yes you did,” said Mike. “Let’s have it.”
She slowly stood up as Mike started humming the Burlesque theme.
Leann must have enjoyed that because she pushed her skirt so slowly down
her ass, the small bulge I noticed earlier was now large.
Then I noticed that Sarah’s nipples were poking through her silky blouse.
Sarah was also enjoying the show as much as Mike and I were.
After Leann returned to her seat at the coffee table, she said, “You’re
deal Mike.”
Right now, I didn’t think he could concentrate on the game.
Finally I got a great hand (three jacks); I just hoped my wife also had
one.
“Three for me,” Sarah said.
“I’ll take two” I said.
“Four please,” Leann said
Mike said, “Dealer takes two.”
Since Sarah and I both had a pair of 9’s we had to look at the kicker to
determine the loser. Mine was an ace while hers was a queen.
Finally some skin.
As she removed her stockings from beneath her black mini-skirt, I saw a
flash of her blue lace panties and noticed my erection getting tighter.
So far Mike was the only player fully clothed.
Sarah retrieved the cards and dealt.
I received three jacks. This was definitely not going to be the low hand.
Everyone but me took three cards.
Leann had the lowest hand again, an ace high.
“I’m starting to hate this game,” she said.
“It was your suggestion,” Mike noted.
“So it was, well – here goes nothing.”
“You do realize you’re not supposed to lose?” I asked and she promptly
stuck her tongue out at me.
She reached around her back and undid the clasp on her bra. Then she
slowly allowed it to slide down her arms exposing her erect nipples and
beautifully round boobs.
“Who’s deal?” she asked.
“Oh – it’s mine,” I said.
“Wow!” Sarah said, “After eight years of marriage he’s still distracted by
her boobs.”
I think I blushed slightly at this remark, quickly shuffled the cards and
dealt.
“Wait a minute,” Leann said, “I’m down to my last piece of clothing. Can
we change the rules?”
Typical - my lawyer wife wanting to change the rules halfway through the
game.
“What do you propose?” Mike said.
“Well,” she stammered, “How about the winning hand picks someone to
strip?”
“How about doing a dare instead taking off your last piece?” Sarah asked.
Leann thought about this for a while and said, “As long as it’s not
overboard.”
“Sounds good to me,” Mike said.
“Me too,” Sarah and I joined in.
Now my near naked wife dealt the cards.
Mike asked for two, and the rest asked for three.
Finally Mike lost with an ace high. Noticing his hand had a king and a
queen – I assumed he went for a straight and missed. You can afford risks
when you’re that far ahead.
Mike gathered the cards, removed his shoes, shuffled and dealt.
Once again, Mike asked for two, and the rest asked for three.
(Straight again?) I wondered.
Again his straight did not pan out.
He removed his socks and set them aside.
This time everyone asked for 3 cards.
I had a pair of queens, Leann had three fours, Mike had a pair of aces,
and (hooray) Sarah had an ace high.
“Looks like I lose my blouse now.” She stood and slowly pulled her navy
blue blouse out of her skirt. As she turned to unbutton her blouse, I felt
my erection grow with desire. I guess she wanted to out-dance my wife. As
she turned towards the group, she allowed the blouse to slip off her
shoulders to land on the floor. Her nipples could be seen through the
sheer blue lace bra she wore.
Damn! Could she move!
Now it was Sarah’s turn to deal.
As she handed out the cards our eyes met, and hers seemed to ask “do you
like what you see?”
Her answer could be seen in my trousers.
This time I was dealt a queen, jack, ten, nine and eight.
A STRAIGHT!!! My best hand all night. Since the rule change, I had been
trying to get the highest hand. The practical joker side of me was
thinking up dares.
So, I said, “no cards, thanks.” Leann asked for 2, as did Mike, while
Sarah wanted one.
My straight was the highest hand while Sarah’s queen high was low. (Mike
had a king high.)
He calmly rose from the sofa. He did his best imitation of his wife (which
fell far short – at least in my estimation) as he removed his shirt. He
slowly dragged it from his jeans; turned to face away from us as he rode
the shirt to shoulder height, then ripped all the buttons off the front
and turned to face us. Both girls laughed at this display.
“Okay, my deal,” I said.
I collected the cards, shuffled and dealt. My hand turned out fairly
decent; the ten jack king and 3 of hearts and the seven of diamonds. The
thought of a possible flush went through my head, but when I saw everyone
else discard 3 wondered if should chance it. I still had my pants and
underwear, but I didn’t want to lose any more; so I decided to toss the 3
and 7.
“I’ll take 2.”
I drew a nine and a queen – a straight!! Leann’s pair of 3’s was low. I
could dare her or take her panties!
“Oh shit,” Leann said. “What do you want Steve?”
“Oh, my dear wife; let’s make it a dare.”
“Nothing too outrageous,” she said. “Or you’ll walk home.”
“I dare you to give Mike a 2 minute back rub – with your boobs!”
This brought laughter from Sarah, a shocked expression from Mike, and a
mischievous grin from my wife.
“Done,” she said, stood-up and as Mike lay face down, straddled his hips.
“I’ll get the timer,” Sarah said, as I watched her walk into the kitchen.
She returned with a timer and said, “Go.”
My darling wife rubbed Mike’s back with her boobs for the required time,
alternating between going up and down and then across his back.
Mike sat up with a big grin and even bigger bulge.
“Your deal, Leann,” I said.
She quickly dealt the cards.
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