They stood motionless in the driveway drinking beer and shooting the shit. It was a daily occurrence, a tradition that you just don't screw around with.
Hank Hill was the brains of the bunch as he was the Assistant Manager of Strickland Propane. He loved to talk about his work and the others pretended to listen to gas related stories.
After several minutes of silence, Hank said out of nowhere, "Strickland Propane, taste the meat, not the heat."
All of the other men grunted in agreement.
They stood side by side with a beer in their hand, as each of them talked more to the trash can than to each other. They all talked about their own topic of interest and the others would grunt, fart, belch or nod their heads as if they were listening.
"Guns don't kill people. The government does!" Dale mumbled.
"I'm so depressed, I can't even blink" Bill said as he tried to blink and failed.
"Yeah man, I tell ya what, man. That dang ol' Internet, man. You just go on there and point and click. Talk about W-W-dot-W-com. An' lotsa nekkid chicks on there, man. Click Click Click Click Click. It's real easy, man." Boomhauser said with a lustful grin.
Hank said, "I wish I could play poker with you boys, but Peggy made me promise that I would not do anything this weekend that did not include her. I can't see taking a wife to a poker game, its just isn't right."
"Not unless she brings a lot of sandwiches and be willing to make beer runs for us, added Dale.
"True that!" said Bill.
Dale had always been sweet on Peggy and loved it when she was around. He said, "Dang man, we love having Peggy around, she's a hottie!"
Hank blushed and said, "You know you're right. Peggy is one sweet piece of ass and I do enjoy it when she is being admired by other men. Did I just say that out loud?"
That afternoon Hank told Peggy she could come to the poker party and she agreed it would be a great idea. The poker game was being held at the Hill home and Peggy was thrilled to be included. She had prepared bowls of 10 different types of chips and crackers, six tangy dips, a tray of crunchy veggies, some cold cuts, cheese and various breads. This the first time she had ever been to a poker party and she wanted to get it right.
Peggy leisurely soaked in the tub, shaving her long legs and of course her pussy. "Hank was a picky eater and he did not like any hair in his food," she said jokingly to herself.
As Peggy lathered up her breasts with soap, her tits hardened at the thought of spending the evening with so many men. They would soon be leering at her body, undressing her with their eyes and she hoped they might even get a hard on looking at her ass. Her hands disappeared under the soapy water and soon found her smoothly shaved pussy. Her fingers began to massage the inter folds of his pussy lips and she just getting into the required rhythm, when Hank opened the bathroom door.
"Peggy I can't find my lucky socks. I always wear them win I play poker and I want to get lucky tonight." Hank said.
"We both do," said Peggy.
"What was that?" asked Hank
"Your socks are in your sock drawer Hun," Peggy said to change the subject.
Feeling especially horny, Peggy picked out an outfit that would emphasize her best features. She put on black lace panties and a black pushup bra, a low cut blouse and a short skirt. She didn't bother with panty hose, but choose to wear a pair of six inch heels that made her legs look that much longer.
"This outfit would give wood to a Woodpecker," she said admiring herself.
Her hair was light reddish brown and up in a bouffant style and nicely accented by her horn rimmed glasses. She always felt that her glasses gave her a Cat Woman look and she always made a "Meow" sound when she looked at herself in the mirror.
As Peggy came out of the bedroom, the boys had already gathered at the car table. They made small talk drank a few brews, but when they saw Peggy, they all stopped and all eyes were on her.
Hank was so distracted by her beauty and he blurted out, "Peggy, you look good enough to eat!" without thinking what he had implied.
Peggy said, "Why thank you Hank, that's the nicest thing you have ever said to me. I'm ready to play poker now."
"Peggy you are not here to play poker; you are just here for moral support." Hank said.
Peggy replied, "Why Hank Hill if you think that you playing poker while I watch is spending time together, you have got another thing coming."
"Okay! You win, you can play, but just listen and learn," Hank said in his best pussy whipped voice.
As she approached the table the men fought over where she should sit and all pulled out a chair for her. Peggy giggled and was pleased by the reaction her outfit she was getting and she felt a little tingle down there.
She sat down across from Hank, between Dale and Boomhauser. She made sure to caress each man on their shoulders and arms as if she needed their support to sit down. As she sat down she felt a hand grab her ass and knew it was Boomhauser. She let his hand linger a few seconds before she reached back behind her and grabbed his wrist, but made sure to drag his hand along her butt and legs as she pushed it away. It was not the first time that he had copped a feel and as he knew Peggy liked it, it would not be the last.
Bill said, "Let's start off with a game of five card draw."
Peggy had a puzzled look on her face and said, "I've never heard of that game."
"How about five card stud?" asked Boomhauser.
"Well I've never heard of that one either, but it sure sounds exciting," Peggy said as she laughed.
Dale getting annoyed said "Well hells bells woman! Just want poker game do you know how to play?"
Peggy was a little reluctant to respond, but she was determined to play, so she said firmly "Strip Poker. It's the only poker game I've ever played."
Hank's face turned a bright shade of neon red and he chuckled like an old Dodge trying to start up on a cold morning.
But Peggy you mean to tell me that you would be OK playing strip poker and being naked in front of all of my friends? Hank asked.
"Why Hank Hill you act like you are embarrassed by my body. You did not have a problem when you took me to that nudist camp did you?" Peggy replied.
"Hot Damn! When in Paris, Texas; do as they do, I always say", exclaimed Dale.
Hank knew when Peggy called him by his full name, it was over; period, end of story. He had always fantasized about seeing Peggy naked in front of the world and watching proudly as she showed off her goodies.
Peggy picked up the deck of cards and was getting ready to deal, when Hank's 19-year old niece Luanne came bouncing into the room. She was a college freshman and was in her cheerleader uniform.
"What are ya'll doing?" Luanne asked.
Peggy said, "I'm fixing to whoop the britches off of these fools in strip poker."