We've been going to Branson to fish every summer for years – four couples, very good friends. All in our early thirties. The guys fish and the girls shop and we take in the shows at night – one week of total fun. We rent this place from a friend – it's really just a shack with a great big living room and kitchen and four bedrooms jutting out from the living room. Thin walls and no privacy, but perfect for a fishing camp and we love it. But the last time we did it may turn out to be the last time we do it. Some people will probably think that what happened is funny. It was not funny for me! Eddie and I were so embarrassed that we sneaked out early the last morning before anybody was up.
The guys play poker a couple of nights and the girls usually take in a couple of extra shows. Well, our last night there, for some crazy reason, the girls decided to stay and watch the poker game. We should never have done that. I'm a good poker player and I enjoy it but the other gals are card stupid. The guys play their "special game" most of the time. It's their own idea. Each guy gets three cards face up and then they bet. Then a fourth card face up and they bet again. Then a fifth card is dealt face down and the final bet is made. Of course they can drop out any time. They play table stakes and they all start with exactly the same amount of money – usually two or three thousand dollars. When you run out of money on the table you are out of the game. You can only go "light" on a bet if you have the cash in your pocket to cover it if you lose. The bets can get pretty high because when the game is played this way the guys can calculate the odds of winning pretty well.
That night there was a lot of drinking and joking. I don't remember whose idea it was but somehow the girls clothing got classified as "table stakes" valued at five hundred dollars an item, not counting shoes. It was hot and each of us had a skirt and blouse with bra and panties, which meant our clothes were worth two thousand dollars as table stakes. All the girls got into the spirit of the game. Patti said she wanted to wear her "chase me – catch me – fuck me shoes" so we all put on spike heels to show off our legs and excite the guys. There was a lot of drinking and a lot of laughing.
When we started nobody thought that any of us would end up naked but maybe bra and panties and then the husband drops out. We swam together in bikini swimsuits so the guys knew what we looked like. The game went on for over an hour and then Larry loses big on what looked like a good bet. On the next hand he covers the first two bets but to cover the third he has to bet Patti's bra. He looks back at her and she nods okay and off it comes. Patti is standing there in panties and spike heels with her arms across her breasts. Then she gives a big sigh, laughs, and drops her hands so the guys can see her tits. They are nice and creamy white where her bikini keeps the sun off. Big tits with no sag and nipples getting hard as the guys look at them. The guys stare and finally she laughs and twists around to make them jiggle. Larry tries to laugh but I can see he is embarrassed at his buddies ogling his wife's tits.
Jerry loses big on the next hand and Michele is standing there in bra and panties. I don't think Jerry will bet again. The next hand Larry has nothing in the first three cards and doesn't bet. The only thing he has left is Patti's pants. But my husband Eddie loses big – he bets all his cash on a really great hand. The odds are with him but he loses to Randy who now has a big pile of hundred dollar bills in front of him. Both Larry and Eddie were playing smart poker – the luck just broke against them. Everybody is drinking a lot more than usual and it's obvious the game won't last much longer. It usually ends when one guy has all the money and Randy is almost there.
The next hand my husband Eddie is looking at three hearts in the first deal against a pair of fives and a tray. Eddie is out of cash. Randy checks and Eddy throws in my blouse for five hundred. Randy sees the five hundred and raises five hundred more. There goes my skirt! I'm getting nervous standing there in bra and panties but I feel a hell of a lot better when hubby draws another heart as his fourth card, but not so well when his opponent draws a tray – two pair! But a flush beats two pair and there are a lot of hearts left in the deck. Larry and Jerry have dropped out. Randy checks and Eddie looks back at me. Oh well, there's already one set of tits on display – might as well join Patti and make it two. Off comes the bra. I don't hide 'em. I throw my shoulders back and let the guys look and that bastard Randy looks at my tits, sees the five hundred, and counts out five hundred dollar bills to raise the bet.
I look at the table with four hearts in front of my husband and two little pair in front of Randy. Without saying a word I hook my thumbs in my panties, pull 'em down to my ankles, and pitch 'em on the table over a thick stack of hundred dollar bills. There are no hearts dealt to any other player so far and we have a chance for a big win. Two guys out leaves just my husband and Randy.
I'm standing there buck naked in spike heels. Randy is leering at me. He's getting drunk now. I knew he was eager to make me strip because in our pool in my bikini I always felt his eyes undressing me. I've got nice tits – probably the best of the four gals here and I've got a flat belly and great legs. My ass is what I think is my best thing. It's tight and firm and has tiny creamy white triangles where my small bikini keeps the sun off. Eddie likes my bush the best. It's a thick triangle of curly brunet hair that almost completely covers my clit, and I have a big clit. When Eddie licks my clit his face is buried in that thick beaver. Which he says smells like a horny pussy and tastes like anchovies. The boys must think I look great because every eye is on me. From pussy to tits and back to pussy again. My butt may be my best feature but the boys seemed to be much more interested in my pussy.
Eddie has to say "Deal the cards" to get their eyes off my pussy. The final card is dealt face down and when Eddie lifts up a corner to peak at his card his face gives away nothing to anybody except me. But, I can tell by his face that he got a heart. Then Randy looks at his card and doesn't drop out. He counts off ten hundred dollars and drops them in the pot. Eddie has nothing to bet, and I know that he has less than a thousand dollars in his pocket.
"Can I go light?"
"Do you have a thousand dollars in your pocket?"
"No. Hell it's our last night."
"You know the rules. Table stakes and go light only if you have the cash in your pocket to cover it immediately. You can't go light without the money. Either cover the bet or fold."
"Shit. You can't make me fold."
"I can and I will. That's been our rules for years. Unless you got something else to bet."
"I got nothing else to bet."
Randy smirked at my husband and looked at me standing naked behind him. His eyes went from my tits to my pussy and stayed there. Then, looking directly at my pussy he spoke softly to my husband.
"Yes you do. You got something else to bet."
"What's that?" asked Eddie, puzzled. Then he saw Randy's staring eyes, and he followed his gaze. Turning his head Eddie is looking directly at my pussy.
Randy chuckled. "A piece of that to match my thousand. If you win you get the pot. If I win I get the pot and I fuck your wife. Right now in that bedroom." He points to one of the bedrooms adjoining the room where we are playing poker.
There it was. It was out now. Everybody was really drunk. This would have been over the line otherwise. But the sexual tension had been building since the girls started undressing. It got a lot stronger when Patti showed her tits and was big time tense when I stripped down naked. When Randy talked about fucking me the tension was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife. There was absolute silence in the room as everyone's eyes looked at me, standing there buck naked in chase-me catch-me fuck-me shoes. The guys had enjoyed looking at my body before, but now they were looking at me again and I could read their thoughts. They were thinking about me getting in that bed they could see through the open door and spreading my legs for Randy. And they were thinking about everybody, including my husband, sitting here and listening to the springs of that bed squeak as Randy fucked my brains out not fifteen feet away on the other side of that cardboard thin door.
I stopped being embarrassed about being naked and started looking at the cards on the table. There were fourteen cards face up and no hearts except the four in front of my husband. The odds were with him and I knew from his face that his hole card was a heart to make the flush that beat two pair. There was one tray and one fiver showing in the hands of the two guys that dropped out and a pair of trays and a pair of fives in front of Randy. Thirty-eight cards left and that bastard needed either a tray or a five. Only two chances in thirty-eight. That meant that there was only one chance in nineteen that Randy had a hole card to make a full house and beat our flush. Was he bluffing?
