My wife has always had a knack for surprising me. Although she is normally pretty conservative, she is also outgoing and vivacious, especially if she's had a few drinks. She is also tall, slender, and an attractive package.
We are now in our late fifties, but when we were in our early thirties and lived in the Northeast, we had some pretty crazy neighborhood parties. There was plenty of liquor along with dinner and parties tended to last into the early morning hours.
Walt, our next-door neighbor, was rather small and thin, but he was a horny devil according to his wife Lynn. Walt suggested that we all play a game of strip poker after dinner. There was a lot of joking around during the meal, with toasts to the gal's beauty. I'm sure all five of the men, including me, were imagining what the gals might look like naked as we ate and passed around the wine.
All agreed to hold desert until later. We cleared the table before pouring after dinner drinks. Walt again brought up what most were thinking about, judging from the glances flashing back and forth.
"So, who's ready for a little game of poker?" Walt asked.
Emily, our hostess, quickly replied, "You can see the dining table from the sidewalk, so we can't play sitting around the table."
Her response didn't exactly rule anything out, but it wasn't approval either. I think she wanted to get a sense of what the other gals thought.
Margie, our European neighbor, laughed as she looked outside. "Yeah, we'd better go to the living room. It faces the backyard so it will be more private."
My wife, Barb, was silent. She seemed to be reluctant to make a commitment, one way or the other.
Mary asked her husband, Burt to get her another toddy. When he left, she spoke up. "I'm game, but I don't know if Burt will go along."
"I'll go ask him privately," Margie volunteered. "I'll give you a nod, Mary, if he agrees."
Dave, our host, seemed to be okay with Emily's tacit agreement to play if we left the dining table.
Frankly, I was anxious to play, knowing how arousing it would be to see Barb shed her clothes in front of our friendly neighbors. Walt had often commented about how our two wives resembled each other, so it would be interesting to see if his observation was correct.
Margie and Burt returned with Mary's drink. Margie nodded and smiled as she handed the glass to Mary. I also noticed a small grin crease Burt's face. Mary had the largest breasts of the group and Burt was a few years older than the rest of us. I think he secretly wanted to show off his younger 'trophy' wife a bit.
Dave turned to Emily. "I'll go find a deck of cards, Walt. Why don't you make everyone comfortable on the living room floor."
When Emily started for the door, we all just followed her to their large living room and instinctively formed a loose circle. We sat boy/girl and Emily made sure each couple separated. Dave returned with the cards and began to shuffle.
My wife followed along, but she had been silent about playing. I sat there wondering if she would take something off. The tension was palpable.
"Okay, if you are playing, you must put something in the pot," Walt announced as he tossed a shoe into the center of our circle.
Everyone followed and soon there was a pile of ten shoes. Cards dealt and the game began. I was mildly surprised that Barb joined the game, and I was unsure how far things would go.
Ivan, Margie's husband, won the first hand and he pushed the pile of shoes behind him before tossing his shoe back into the pot. We all followed and built a new pile.
There was a lot of banter back and forth about the rules for the game. Some thought that only the low hand should have to forfeit an article. Dave said, as host, he would set the rules. He said that would just prolong things and since it was late, we should make it a quick game. To a group of drunks, his logic won out.
Emily won the second hand, leaving everyone without shoes except Ivan and her. The game went on and it wasn't too long until the men were down to underwear and the women were sporting various panty/bra combinations.
It was exciting to see Margie's lacy set and Lynn's slightly transparent silky set. Barb wore a pair of white nylon panties and a plain white bra, but Walt seemed to enjoy ogling my wife anyway.
Emily wore plain white underwear like my wife, but her curvy figure was entirely different. Emily was also aroused. She had tiny beads of perspiration on her upper lip and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.
Mary was an Irish redhead. Her large breasts bulged from her bra. She was sitting next to me and I could see wisps of red hair peeking out of both sides of her bikini panties. My cock swelled noticeably as I glanced around the circle.
"I think it's getting too late to finish this game," Emily announced. "After all, you guys have now seen us in our underwear, isn't that enough for tonight?"
Walt groaned. "We're just getting started, Emily!"
"I agree with Emily," Mary stated. "I should have picked out more conservative undies. I'm too exposed already."
Burt began to nod his agreement, seeing that Mary was truly uncomfortable with her hairy red bush partially exposed and the tops of her light pink nipples peeking out of her bra.
"Well, we can pick up the game next time, I guess," Dave announced. "Let's have a nightcap and just talk for a while, okay?"
The poker game quickly cooled off. Some began to search for their clothes in the various piles, but Dave interrupted.
"I called off the game, but nobody said anything about getting dressed. It's now come as you are nightcap time!"
I joined the others in laughing at our common predicament. Poor Mary was still partially exposed, and Lynn's brown bush was visible through her thin panties. Several semi-stiff dicks, including mine, were easy to spot pressing against our Jockey shorts.
The circle broke up and we filled our glasses with brandy or sweet stuff. I headed for a bathroom to relieve myself and try to tame the stiffness.
*** Returning to the living room, I sat on the couch between Lynn and Mary, a neighbor on each side of me.
"I can't believe that I'm sitting here like this," Mary mumbled. "I've got to put something on."
Lynn leaned across me, her right breast pressing into my side. "No fair, Mary. Besides, I think Paul is enjoying the view."
I smiled and turned sideways to examine Mary thoroughly. "Yes, I think you look very charming, Mary," I replied. "I've often wondered if you are a true redhead...now I know that you are."
"Yeah, Burt keeps telling me that I need to trim the shrubs," she giggled. "Oh well, you've all seen me now, so it doesn't much matter anymore."
Lynn leaned back and laughed. "Show him your tits, Mary," she teased.
"You first, Lynn," Mary retorted with a chuckle. "You have all seen most of mine because they pooch out of my bra so much."
"Good idea, Mary," I grinned. "You go first, Lynn. Walt keeps saying you and Barb look a lot alike, so let's find out for sure."
I really didn't expect Lynn to agree, but as Mary and I waited, Lynn shrugged and lifted the bottom of her bra up to her chin, releasing her firm boobs. They did, indeed, look much like my Barb's tits. They were nice, firm cones with only a little sag. Lynn's small pink nipples were identical to Barb's also. Lynn did have a lot of freckles, I noticed.
"There, did you see enough?" Lynn challenged. Mary smiled. "I sure wish mine were still firm like that."
I turned to Mary. "Now, it's your turn." Mary slowly shook her head. "I really shouldn't, you know."
She glanced around, evidently to see if Burt was nearby. Then, she pulled the cups of her bra away and down, releasing her two large globes, crowned by two large, light pink nipples.
