"Let's play a game." said Sharon, holding up the cards with an impish look on her face. Her husband, Manny, nodded and chimed in, "How about poker?"
Audrey and I looked at each other. This was our first time entertaining our new neighbours in our house and after only an hour of chit chat and drinking it seemed like we were all hitting it off. We didn't have that many friends, being rather shy ourselves, but Sharon and Manny seemed very friendly and outgoing. Even in the short time we'd been in the neighbourhood, we'd noticed a number of pretty wild-looking parties happening down the street at their place. Sharon and Manny are a great-looking couple, mid-thirties in great shape. So when they showed up at our door with a huge bottle of wine this evening, we felt pretty special to have their attention. There was something about their almost aggressive confidence that felt a bit intimidating and, in an even deeper place, exciting. From time to time they'd drop comments that were off-colour in casually sexual way. For example, while touring them around our house, Sharon had paused to note our wrought iron bedposts and looking me directly in the eyes, said, "I'll bet you've spent a fair amount of time handcuffed to that bed, haven't you, Patrick." My eyes shot to Audrey who was instantly blushing (as I'm sure I was too) and then fell to the floor. I stammered something lamely and tried to change the subject, but when I risked a glance back at Sharon she was still staring me down with an amused smile on her face. "Don't worry, kids. We know how to keep secrets."
She and Manny chuckled and moved on; much to my relief because, you see, I had spent some time handcuffed to that bed and so had Audrey. In spite of our outward shyness we were both pretty kinky. Our problem, though, was that we were both submissive and never really enjoyed dominating each other. We just always took turns and made the best of it.
Anyway, we sat in the living room and by the time we'd reached the bottom of that enormous wine bottle, we were all feeling pretty relaxed. Manny began searching through our liquor supplies for something else we could drink. Sharon opened our games cabinet and started searching through it. I was glad I'd hidden all our sexual stuff, porn tapes, stories, props etc in a box under our bed, because Sharon and Manny seemed to have no inhibitions about rifling through our stuff. Indeed, after only an hour, they already acted as though they owned the place. As Manny poured out new drinks for us Sharon found a deck of cards and at Manny's suggestion, we sat down to play poker.
Manny fixed his eyes on Audrey as he held out her drink, "Lick-her and Poke-her. My two favourite things. Yours too, I bet, eh Audrey?" There was a silent moment where I almost choked on my drink. Audrey demurely reached for the drink but Manny pulled his hand back just in time, waiting for her answer. "Eh?" he repeated.
Audrey swallowed and muttered "yes, I guess so," while looking at the floor. She reached for the glass again and again Manny pulled it back.
"You really should say 'please' then, shouldn't you." He taunted. Audrey was trembling now and breathing rather heavily. I could see that she was both nervous and thrilled at the same time.
"Please." she said in very quiet voice. Manny chortled.
"I didn't quite hear that, Audrey. C'mon. Look me in the eyes and tell me if you want it."
Audrey summoned the strength, put on a smile and fixed her gaze on Manny. "Please, Manny. I want it, please."
This time when she grabbed the glass, he didn't try to stop her. She took it and took a sip.
"Did you hear that Sharon? She wants me to Lick-her and Poke-her. She just begged me for it." Audrey looked up suddenly, startled at the way he had turned his joke on her.
"Manny, really, you are bad! Honestly, Audrey pay him no mind." said Sharon, laughing, "Besides, if you him to fuck you, it's me you have to beg, not him."
Audrey turned red and nearly choked on her wine, "Oh, but I... don't, uh..."
"It's alright, honey. You play your cards right and you might get the chance," said Sharon, "you are fetching when you get all shy like that, isn't she, Manny?"
This was getting very embarrassing so I tried to change the subject and take the heat off of Audrey. "The only problem with playing poker," I said, "Is that we don't have any chips to play with. It's mainly a betting game isn't it?"
This broke the tension momentarily as we pretended to try to think of another game to play. Then Sharon took control of the situation again. "I know! We'll play strip poker. That'll be fun!" Seeing Audrey and I tense up she immediately followed this with, "Just a bit. For fun. Don't worry, kids. We'll go easy on you. And we'll stop whenever you really want us to." Sharon seemed delighted with her 'new idea' and Manny was all for it. After a bit more coaxing Audrey and I shed our inhibitions and agreed to play. I shifted in my seat so no one would see my growing penis under my pants.
"Okay, let's play truth or dare strip poker just to keep things interesting," said Sharon. Without waiting for objections she went on while Manny dealt out cards in a variation of Texas Hold 'em. The way it worked was this: Manny was the dealer, he dealt each of us and himself two cards. At which point we had to decide whether or to stay in the game or fold. Then Manny would deal four cards (which he called "the strip") face up on the table. We were to make the best five-card hand out of the cards on the table and the two in our hands, but first was another opportunity to bow out. Anyone who folded at this point had to take off a piece of clothing in front of everyone. Then we showed our hands. The winner stayed clothed. Everyone else still in the game had to take off a piece of clothing. The person with the weakest hand would also have to pay a forfeit, truth or dare, to be decided by the winner.
In the first hand, I thought my odds were good so I stayed in, as did everyone else. When the face up cards were dealt, though, things didn't look so good. All I had was an Ace. Still, I thought, it probably wasn't the worst hand so what difference did it make? It turned out everyone else had pairs. Manny had the highest pair so the rest of us had to take something off. About this time I began to realize that Audrey and I were going to lose this game. Manny and Sharon were both wearing many more layers than either of us. Sharon was wearing a loose dark blouse with a light vest over top, a skirt, fishnet stockings and high-heeled shoes. She stood up, did a comical sultry dance, dropped her vest to the floor and sat down. It was Audrey's turn. Because we hadn't been expecting company we were both underdressed for this game. She was wearing sandals, jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. She stood up and kicked off one her sandals and quickly sat down. Manny wasn't too impressed. "Both sandals count as one item," he insisted and Audrey grudgingly obliged. Now it was my turn. All I had on was my jeans, my socks, my underwear (obviously) and a dress shirt I had thrown on when our guests had arrived. I stood up and suddenly remembered my glasses, which I removed and laid on the table in front of me. "Now, Patrick," said Manny, "It's forfeit time." I got on my knees in front of Manny, which was the rule, according to Sharon. "Hmmm. Let's go easy on you and start with a truth forfeit. If you don't answer honestly, I'll know and give you a worse forfeit. Fair enough?" I nodded, wondering what he would ask me. "Now, tell me the truth. Why do you want to suck my cock?"
