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.
