Wife must do whatever her husband wants.
Husband beats his wife at poker and she must do whatever he wants her to do, whenever he wants her to do it.
"Well, that's it. I win and you lose our little Nude Day bet," said Robert to his wife, Donna, with a big ear to ear grin. "Better luck next time, when we make another bet on Labor Day," he said with a laugh.
The couple made a New Year's resolution to make bets on each holiday. Nothing illegal or too embarrassing, the winner had the loser step out of their comfort zone and do something they wouldn't ordinarily do. Donna won the Memorial Day bet and had Robert dress as a woman to do the food shopping. Her plan was to have him see what it was like to food shop wearing woman's clothes but, Robert as tall as he is wide, looked hideous dressed as a woman.
With his beard, mustache, and hairy legs, everyone could clearly see that he was a man dressed as a woman. They all avoided his aisle, as if he had the plague. She won the Valentine's Day bet too and for winning, Robert had to wait on her hand and foot, draw her bath, give her a massage, clean the house, and even make dinner. Then, she won their Saint Patrick's Day bet and had to agree having her ailing mother stay with them for a week, while she recovered from minor surgery. Fearing what she'd have him do next, even if he had to cheat to win, which is what he did with the Nude Day bet, he was determined that he wasn't losing another bet to her.
"I don't believe it," she said crestfallen and still staring at her held cards. "I thought I had you with a straight, for sure," she said looking up at him sad eyed and biting her lip. "I really thought I was going to win. I can't believe I lost. I figured you were bluffing. I figured you for having two pair."
"Sorry, but my three of a kind beats your straight, honey," he said with a straight face already imaging his blonde bombshell of a wife serving his poker buddies drinks and snacks naked.
It made his cock hard to imagine the guys seeing her naked. He imagined them reaching up and fondling her tits and fingering her nipples, before reaching around behind her to feel her round ass, while he videotaped the whole show to jerk off to later. He was hoping she'd take the naked opportunity to stroke his friends cocks, while they played cards. He was hoping she'd give one of his best buddies a blowjob, while he watched and recorded all the action to videotape. Baby steps and one step at a time, winning this poker bet was just the beginning and the thing he needed to get her on the road to the swinging lifestyle.
"Are you sure I lost that hand? I thought it was the other way around. I thought a straight beat three of a kind," she said staring at him, as if trying to read him.
She was good at reading him. She was good at playing cards. Playing poker with him was like taking candy from a baby. He had so many tells. His eyebrows popped up, when he got the cards he wanted and he took a nervous sip of his beer, when he didn't. He licked his lips, when he had a really good hand and squirmed in his seat, when he didn't. She could read him like a book. As if his cards and his bluff were going to explode in his face, he always leaned back in his chair, when he was bluffing and leaned forward in readiness to scoop the pot, when he wasn't. For sure, he was an easy read.
"Sorry, honey, don't be a sore loser, but you lose," he said imagining his drunken poker buddies groping his naked wife, whenever she came to the table with their drink orders, while he videotaped the hot action for pillow talk later that night.
"Are you sure your three of a kind beats my straight or are you cheating, again?"
She looked at him hard, in the way she does when trying to see if he was lying to her or teasing her about losing the hand. Only, this time, able to conceal the truth from her, he kept a straight face. Tired of losing at cards to her, he was determined to win the bet and have her do his bidding, this time.
"Honey, I love you. I'd never cheat you. There's an honor code, when playing poker, especially when playing with your wife over something, as serious as this Nude Day bet we made," he said laying it on thick, too thick. "Moreover, a man never cheats when playing against a woman, especially when playing cards with his wife. It's a guy thing," he said making it all up and embellishing it, as he went along.
In the way he was trying to jive her, he was acting, as if he had taken an oath of honor at some secret poker society ceremony, while wearing a robe emblazoned with a giant Bicycle card logo and a funny hat made from playing cards, before drinking copious amounts of alcohol and pigging out on fattening buffet food.
"Moreover, a man never cheats, when playing against a woman, my ass," she said putting a hand on her hip. "What kind of bullshit is that? How do you explain all those times we played strip poker, before we were married, and I always ended up naked? Tell me that, huh?"
"There's always exceptions to every rule, honey, you know that," he said with a nervous smile, while remembering how horny he made himself and his roommates by allowing them to play strip poker with her. Even back then, he cheated forcing her to lose and allowing his roommates to see his drunken girlfriend nearly naked.
"And what exception was that, back then, when I was sitting nearly naked in your college dormitory, in front of your three horny dorm mates, in nothing but my thong?"
Hoping to replay what happened in his dorm room, so long ago, with his horny roommates, he hoped to relive the experience of exposing his naked wife to his poker buddies, now, too.
"That was different, sweetheart."
"Different?" She shot him a look that warmed his cold beer. "Different how?"
"You were drunk, stoned out of your mind, actually, and weren't paying attention to playing your hand, as you should have. Since then, with the advent of the World Poker Tournaments and poker games played over the Internet, poker has become more than a game of chance. It has exploded into a serious game of skill. If you will, I dare say that it's become a gentlemen's and a ladies' game of chance."
"What crock of shit are you trying to serve me now, Robert?"
"I'm totally serious. There are formal rules now that, as players, we all must obey," he said nodding his head. "We have a code of fair play that we adhere to, whenever playing poker," he said with an expression of seriousness, "even when playing with our wives, especially when playing with our wives."
"And what happens if you don't follow these adhered to rules?"
"Well, even when playing against our wives, if you were to tell on me that I cheated, I could be banned for playing poker for life," he said taking a big sip of his beer and gulping hard, before wiping his brow and hoping she bought that line of shit.
