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My name is Sean. I am 5' 10" tall, about 180 pounds and fairly well built. I have brown hair and blue eyes, which my wife says were the first thing that attracted her to me. She also says that I have a great butt. Prior to the night I am about to describe for you we had a good sex life. I'll let you decide how our sex life is now.
My wife Maria is the girl of my dreams. She is about 5' 3", 105 pounds and has a magnificent body. Her measurements are perfect, her lightly freckled, full, natural breasts drive me absolutely nuts. Along with every other male within sight. She is 25; I am 35, so I consider myself very lucky. She still has a flat stomach and ass that will make you cry. She keeps her pubic hair shaved off except for a little tuft above her vaginal lips, which are puffy and very tasty. Which by the way, is why she keeps them shaved, so that she can enjoy one of my favorite pastimes, my head buried between her legs.
One Monday evening, as we were having dinner, Maria mentioned that her best friend Miranda had invited us to a party at her place the Friday night coming up. The party was to be a poker party, and two other couples that Miranda knew would be there. I'm not really much of a gambler, so I wasn't too excited about the idea, but I could tell Maria was enthused about the idea of getting out of the house and mingling. I reluctantly said "sure", just to make her happy. I asked if she knew who else would be there. She said that Miranda's new boyfriend Jerry would be there, and a couple that we knew, Scott and Marcia. Also a girl that Miranda works with, and her husband, whom we hadn't met before.
I asked Maria if she knew if this was a serious poker game, or penny ante? I had a reason for asking. I often joked that I don't normally gamble because I knew that I would end up hitch hiking home in my boxers. I have absolutely no acumen for cards, and no luck to compensate for the lack thereof. She said that it was supposed to be strictly for fun, so we shouldn't lose too much money. Good.
I pretty much forgot about the game until Friday after work when Maria reminded me about it. Maria dressed in a short skirt and top with spaghetti straps, low cut, that complemented her delectable cleavage. It was summer time in the Midwest, so I wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt. I didn't look like a slob, but there was no mistaking which one of us was the "better half".
We arrived at Miranda's house, which I have always been impressed with. She is relatively successful, has a management position and can afford a nice home. We were to play our game in the den, but afterwards everyone would be welcome to utilize her deck, pool or hot tub. Miranda greeted us at the door wearing a white sundress, the hem of the skirt fluttering around her long legs as she walked.
Damn her! I had to wonder to myself whether or not Maria had shared my weakness for the sundress with her. There is something about the wispy fabric dancing around the female form, the way light backlit thighs and other nether regions, and swooping necklines amplified cleavage that rendered me useless. I asked Maria about this later, and she swears to me that it really was merely a coincidence. Miranda is somewhat Maria's opposite. She is almost 6' tall and thin. She had a good body, although she wasn't blessed with the natural curves that Maria was born with. She had gotten a promotion a few months back, and I hadn't seen her since then. She may not have been born with them, but she now had the money to purchase some incredible tits. I saw them for the first time when she answered the door and both women laughed at my inability not to stare. She had gone from the rhetorical "mouthful" to at least 38 DD's. They strained against her dress. I still much prefer Maria's natural assets, but my God, they were impressive.
As happy as I am with my wife, I am a man, and therefore, a pervert. As the other guests arrived, as we had a light dinner with good conversation, my mind kept going back to wanting to see Miranda's new toys in all their naked glory. I think she was really enjoying my discomfort, or perhaps the attention from all of the males in the group, because she seemed to find lots of reasons to bend over and display them to us. Of course, she wasn't accustomed to the attention as my Maria was, and was probably relishing it.
Eventually we all made our way to the den and the poker game began. I looked around the table at the other players. Jerry seemed to be a nice enough guy. To match Miranda's height he was about 6' 2" and pretty stout. Scott was about my height and build, and Marcia was a mousy little blonde. The "new" people that we hadn't met before were Miranda's friend Monica and her husband James. They were a black couple and seemed very nice also. Monica was somewhat of a bookworm, and we'd had a pretty good conversation earlier as I was somewhat of a bookworm and history buff, too. I couldn't tell much about her body, as she wore loose fitting slacks and a billowy top, but she was about my height. James was about forty, and was, well, huge to the point of being intimidating. He'd apparently been a boxer in his younger days, and still worked out on a regular basis. He was about 6'4", probably at least 250 pounds, and all muscle. Fortunately he bantered with an affable confidence that put those around him at ease.
The game went on for a couple of hours, and as I had expected, I'd lost most of the money I'd begun with. It made me feel a little better that several of the others were in the same boat, however. Some of us were about to drop out of the game, and Miranda was none too happy about it, as she was having a really good time. In a girlish pout she asked if there wasn't some way to keep the game going.
As happens occasionally, I spoke my thoughts before thinking about what I was about to say. Between my own beautiful wife and Miranda's bouncing globes, my mind was focused almost entirely on sex by now. I said nonchalantly, "Well, I guess we could put the money away and up the ante a bit...anybody ever played strip poker?" There was an awkward silence, including from me as I wondered what the hell I'd just done. Now all of Maria's friends would think she was married to a disgusting perv.
To my surprise Miranda replied, "Well, I'm game. Anybody else?" James said, "Sure, why not" and the others seemed to go with the flow. I looked sheepishly at Maria, who laughed at me, telling me that with my luck I had probably just screwed myself really badly. If I had only known.
