The monthly poker night had been a tradition now for almost ten years -- there were a group of six or seven of us, most of us had been friends since university, a few had been introduced since -- and on the first Saturday of each month we'd all meet up at one of our houses, have a few beers, catch-up, and play some poker.
It wasn't about the money, but we'd all put an agreed amount into the pot at the start, with the winner taking the whole pot at the end of the night. We were all pretty evenly matched, so nobody ever ended up too much out of pocket overall.
When it had started, we'd all been single, but over the years many of us, including me, had got married. A couple of guys had had to drop out because their partners didn't like the idea of them gambling, but fortunately my wife, Laura, had no problem with it, especially as I always spent a bit of my winnings on a present for her when I had a lucky night.
In fact, my wife's only objection was that she wasn't allowed to play herself. Although we'd never formally implemented a "no women" rule, it was kind of an unwritten principle, and I always had to turn her down when she asked to join.
One evening though I finally gave in. The poker night was at our house. Laura usually arranged to go out with her own friends when I was hosting, but they'd cancelled at the last moment. With nowhere to go, she joined us for the snacks before the game and just, well, hung around when we got started with the poker. A couple of the guys asked if she wanted to play and she eagerly agreed.
I wasn't that surprised that some of the guys were happy for her to play. Laura was very popular with my friends -- an attractive blonde with a great figure and big boobs, my friends made no secret of the fact that they found her attractive. Having grown up with three brothers, she was also the kind of woman who was very comfortable in an all-male environment and could talk about "guy stuff" like sports and cars whilst also bringing a feminine perspective if they wanted advice on something that was going on with their partners.
As usual, we agreed how much cash we'd all put into the pot. I always kept a bit of cash on hand for this, but Laura didn't have any on her, so of course I ended up putting her stake in too. Eric passed around the poker chips -- the same number for each of us, and shuffled the cards. Jim asked Laura whether she'd ever played poker before -- something I'd never actually thought to ask her -- and she said she used to play with her brothers. Satisfied that Laura knew what she was doing, Jim dealt the cards.
Laura played a cautious game, folding pretty much straight away on every hand. Though she'd been so keen to join in, now that she was here she seemed very nervous. We were all pretty good, perhaps better than she'd expected. Though the other guys didn't say anything, I could tell from their expressions that they were pretty disappointed.
After about half an hour Laura was running low on chips and seemed pretty despondent. I knew that she wouldn't necessarily have expected to win, but she'd hate to be the first one out and show herself to be weaker than the guys. She'd had a few small wins, but only where she had a clearly very safe hand.
When she finally started betting big I was therefore sure that she must have a fantastic hand, especially when she went all-in. With a smile, she revealed three tens and two twos -- a full house. There was a pause, before Jim showed his own hand -- four aces. He seemed almost sad to take Laura out of the game.
It was here that things took a surprising turn. Despite their disappointment at Laura's cautious play, the guys seemed sympathetic to Laura, and started discussing whether she should be given another chance. The room was split -- some of the guys insisted that the rules of our game forbade second chances: nobody was allowed to buy their way back in by putting more money in the pot or to "borrowing" chips from another player. Others said that this was a special case -- Laura's first game, the first woman to join our game, there had to be some kind of exception.
It was Laura who made the suggestion.
"What if I get my tits out?" she said.
There was stunned silence for a minute. Laura was no exhibitionist -- she'd never even worn a low cut top for as long as I'd known her, never gone topless on a beach. We'd been together for over five years now, and in that time I was the only guy who'd seen her boobs.
"You serious?" Jim asked.
"You wanted to make an exemption for me being a woman -- well, these can be my exemption!" she said, gesturing at her chest.
"Laura?" I asked, still wondering if she was serious about this.
"Look, I've known you guys for years. It'll be embarrassing, sure, but less embarrassing than the way I've been playing poker! Besides, if I'm sat here with my tits out, you guys might be distracted enough for me to actually start winning."
To my amazement, Jim actually suggested a vote. Starting the vote with a "yes", he then turned to Eric on his right. Unlike Jim, who was single, Eric was married, and I could see him weighing up if this was worth getting in trouble with her wife. Reluctantly, he voted "no". Then another "yes" and another "no", before Reg, sat next to me, voted "yes". I tied the vote with a definite "no".
"Well, that just leaves me, and I vote 'yes'," Laura smiled.
"You don't get a vote!" I protested, but it was too late. Laura was already pulling off her top and, without pausing to let me raise further objection, she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, pulling it off and unveiling her large boobs to the room.
Even though I'd seen them plenty of times before, I couldn't help but stare at them. She had the biggest natural boobs I'd ever seen; I really had won the tit lottery when I'd married Laura. Fortunately, she loved me playing with them during sex, which I never tired of doing.
Despite my objections, I found myself strangely excited about knowing that every other guy in that room was also now staring at my wife's chest. I knew that they were all thinking about how I was the luckiest guy in the world to be married to a woman with breasts like that, and it was thrilling knowing that they could stare and enjoy them but could never touch them. I wondered how Laura felt about it; looking at the smile on her face, I could tell that she was enjoying the male admiration of her assets as much as I was.
Laura was allocated some more chips and started to play much better. Whether her bare breasts really were giving her a tactical advantage through distracting the guys, or whether she'd just decided it was time to start playing more confidently, she had a run of wins and she was clearly really enjoying herself.
Unfortunately, her lack of experience started to show, and she became over-confident, quickly losing all of the chips she'd just won, as well as the chips she'd traded for bare boobs. After just 20 minutes of sitting there topless, she was once again out of the game.
Jim reached in to take the chips he'd just won. Laura reached over and put her hand on top of his.
"I'll give you a choice," she said. "My chips or my butt."
"What the fuck?" Jim asked.
"There are ten of my chips in that pile. You can have them, or you can give them back and give me ten hard spanks on my butt instead," Laura offered.
Jim froze, his hand still on the pile of chips, staring at Laura in disbelief.
"Laura?" I asked again.
"Oh, come on, you've spanked me for far less," she said, rolling her eyes.
It was true. Laura loved being spanked, and I was very happy to oblige. It was almost a running joke in our house -- anything from being home late from a night out with her friends to breaking a dish when she was doing the washing up would result in me telling her that she was going to be "punished" with a spanking, and the spanking always led to hot sex straight afterwards.
Still, that was pretty different to being spanked by someone else. I could see from Laura's expression though that she was determined -- nothing was going to see her going out first tonight. Even if it meant having another guy spanking her butt, she'd stay in the game and maintain her pride, if not her modesty.
"OK, but it's got to be your bare butt," Jim said.
"Of course," Laura nodded, and pulled back her ten chips from the pile, then stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, dropping them round her ankles. She pulled her knickers down at the back to expose her butt and bent forward slightly, leaning her hands on the table.
As I was sat next to her, by pulling my chair back slightly I got a perfect view of her exposed butt. I was pleased to see that she'd managed to get her butt out without exposing anything more intimate -- I might enjoy my friends seeing her tits, but I wasn't sure how I felt about them seeing her pussy.
I felt myself getting hard, seeing her bare butt presented for spanking like that. I'd seen that butt waiting for a spanking many times, and usually at this point I'd be very much looking forward to delivering it, and it was frustrating but also thrilling to think that Jim would be spanking her instead.
Jim, who had been sat on Laura's other side, got to his feet and spent a good minute admiring Laura's beautiful butt. Finally, he brought his hand down on her butt with a SMACK. It was a good one, firm and well placed, and surprisingly satisfying to watch as an observer.
Jim took his time delivering the spanking, leaving a good few seconds between each smack, making each one count. He'd definitely taken notice of Laura's offer that he could give her a hard spanking, and he made Laura pay handsomely for each chip.
The other guys watched on fascinated, barely able to believe their luck at seeing their mate's wife getting a good spanking whilst her boobs hung out for all to see. Again, I felt a thrill at knowing how jealous they were of me, knowing that I could do this regularly whilst for them this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to enjoy.
Finally Jim delivered his tenth SMACK to Laura's butt and, somewhat reluctantly, took his seat again. Laura gave her butt a rub with her hand, something she always did after I'd finished spanking her and something I found very endearing. If it had been me spanking her, I knew her pussy would be wet by now, and I wondered if Jim's spanking had had the same effect.
Pulling her knickers and jeans back into place, Laura continued playing, seemingly totally relaxed now about the fact that all the guys around the table were spending as long looking at her chest as they were at the cards.
As Laura's chip stack dwindled again, I could almost hear the guys wondering what she was going to do next time she ran out. It was only about ten minutes before we found out.
This time it was Reg who had taken Laura's final chips. He didn't even reach for the pile, instead looking at Laura for the offer.
It had been Reg who had introduced Laura to me in the first place. He'd had a date with her through a dating app, and it had been a total disaster, but he'd thought she would be perfect for me and had introduced us. Although their date had been a disaster, they'd become firm friends since.
