Lastly, if someone climaxes during the game and they haven't reached the voted on 'loser' level - Don't quit... just take subsequent turns gently until you're officially out of the game - and Don't clean-up because it could add to someone else's betting challenge.
Kimber and I only had one chance to play with another couple that we've known for a very long time at their cottage last summer for my 47th birthday. Unfortunately, the first day at least one person voted zero, and on the second someone voted two so we couldn't even get a third vote as the weekend was over. My wife and I have played several versions beyond level two with just the two of us and have had some great times, but we'd love to hear other people's stories with photos or videos that go beyond level three so we could at least live vicariously through them until we find people we can trust that would be willing to play further.
That one time...
I don't remember all the details since I hadn't plan to share, so I'll give it my best shot. I'm hoping next summer we'll be surprised with a higher vote from everyone. Something tells me that they're both very interested.
By Saturday afternoon my wife had shared the rules with Sarah who then spoke to Jacques and everyone agreed to at least vote. You could tell everyone was really nervous as they circled their votes and put them in the pot.
My wife reached in and pulled out the first vote: "Zero". It seemed like everyone was actually relieved, but nobody said a word until my wife continued - "We'll vote again tomorrow then." We had no idea how many zeroes were in the votes for that day, I was nervous about looking like a complete pervert and voting the four that I wanted to, so I had voted only one to be safe. I vowed not to be so cautious the next day.
"Four, Two, Three, Three" my wife read off the four votes. "Level Two it is." with a smile on her face. I chuckled to myself since I had voted Three since I still felt a little awkward that I would have gone for 4 if I thought others would. My guess was that my wife had voted four, but I didn't want to ask. Part of me hoped that it had been Sarah and that it was Jacques who voted low. It was driving me nuts which actually added to the anticipation of the current game.
"Texas Hold'em?" I asked, picking up the cards. We sat around the coffee table with my wife sitting across from Jacques, and Sarah sitting across from me. Lucky for me, Sarah was wearing a skirt. Although the vote still ensured I wouldn't get to see her pussy, I couldn't help but fantasize about fucking her in front of my wife and her husband. Of course, that went hand in hand with Jacques having a go at my wife's (Kimber's) pussy.
Anyway, Sarah kept her hair short and has dyed it blonde for as long as we've known her. Her breasts were definitely larger than Kimber's. I've admired her ample cleavage many times, but really looked forward to the possibility they would be freed from bondage that night. As you know that would be the case and wow... but more on that later. Sarah is 5 years older than me, a year younger than her husband, and 3 years older than Kimber.
Kimber is a fitness nut and clearly in the best shape compared to the rest of us. Despite his age it seemed Jacques was the next in line fitness wise. His wife and I were both still in pretty good shape, but we didn't exercise as much as our spouses did. Kimber's hair was also dyed blonde and hung passed her shoulders. Jacques kept his hair quite short and has a very natural salt and pepper mix going, and I don't know how many times Kimber has mentioned the brilliance of his blue eyes. Me, well - I'd say my shoulders were twice as wide as Jacques' small frame, but I keep myself in fairly good shape despite the appearance of being heavy. I lost most of my hair in my youth and have always just kept a smoothly waxed surface ever since. I'm also about a foot taller than Jacques and about another half-foot taller than the women.
Kimber wore shorts and a red t-shirt. Her nipples would eventually push through her sports bra. I love the shape of her very much, but was so eager to see Sarah lose clothes that I hardly noticed my wife's expression as she watched me. Jacques wore an open flannel shirt over a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. I had a polo shirt and had put a t-shirt under it for the game. My gym shorts would be easy to remove later in the game if I lost.
Jacques played rather aggressively right out the gate. I remember this hand well enough since my wife lost 7 of her chips in the betting despite her two pair. Both Sarah and I had folded after the first round so only lost 2 chips and Jacques got his 10 chips refilled.
In the next hand, Kimber had the big blind so immediately was down to one chip. Jacques grinned and raised two chips. She knew that she could fold, but in the next round she'd still end up losing her top before the cards were dealt. We all watched her struggle with the decision to call or fold and we'll never know what she had in her hand as she tossed them down - "I'm out." Sarah won that hand so kept her chips, but Jacques and I lost four chips each.
"Fuck you all," Kimber laughed and stood up to step over to the 'viewing area' we had made by pushing some chairs around and ensuring everyone could have a good view of the show. She kept her eyes on Jacques' which were clearly focused on her breasts with great anticipation. Her hands grasped the bottom of the t-shirt and she actually giggled as Jacques' eyes followed her hands. Ever so slowly she began pulling the fabric upward revealing her flat stomach getting a "Niiiiice?" out of Sarah who elbowed her husband beside her. He just nodded, not wanting to take his eyes away. As she reached her bra, she lifted the left side of her shirt to show the beginning of a nice round curve under her breast and followed that with a deep breath before pulling it up and over her head. Her nipples were hard and pushing through the white sports bra as she twirled "Ta-da!"
"Here's your 10 chips." I took her chips out of the bank as she placed her top on the pile. "When I win, I'm putting that back on and I get to keep all my chips right?"
Jacques shook himself from the trance and sighed, "yeah..., that's how I understood it. Betting an article of clothing can be a big win that way." I was quite pleased to take that opportunity away from her and replenished my stock up by 6 chips since nobody had bet big and only lost 2 chips each. That gave me 8 chips to Kimber's 10, Sarah was down to 6 and Jacques with 4. Kimber decided to push the bet in the next hand to make the Jacques pay. It worked for a bit because everyone met her raises with Jacques doing a little show as he took his shirt off. The bet only reached 5 though, so Sarah still had one chip in front of her before the hand was revealed.
"I'll take Jacques' shirt out permanently then!" my wife was quite pleased to toss his shirt aside with hers. The next hand though revealed Sarah's lacy bra and I could feel my cock hardening in my pants as we both removed our shirts.
"Are you okay, Henri?" she smirked as I was obviously taking more deep breaths and having trouble concentrating on the next hand.
There were some back and forth moments from that point on where Kimber's bare chest was revealed and recovered, not before Sarah commented about her husband's red face. He was clearly excited about having sat across from my wife while she was topless and ended up losing his own shirt in the process. When the game was over, I still had my jeans on and the three others were sitting in their underwear. Jacques' boxers formed a tent for a good part of the game since my wife had been topless through most of it. He clearly wanted to fuck her and couldn't hide the evidence. Like mine, his erection varied from full strength to semi-hard throughout the game, leaving behind evidence of arousal in the form of dark spots, but in my case they were hidden. Only the strain pressing against my jeans was evident because Sarah had to remain in her lacy underwear for the next hour and serve drinks. I could see enough of her pussy to keep me fantasizing for more next time. I swear she had to be completely shaven under there. Kimber just threw her t-shirt and shorts back on, leaving the subtle tease of her nipples pushing through the garment. Everyone except Sarah got dressed and enjoyed watching her walk about and serve drinks. I now really want to fuck her boobs too! Her areola pinched into an elongated set of pointers toward her crotch when her nipples were hard which seemed to be the case while on display for us. My wife's always scrunched up into neat little goose-pimpled circles and were much smaller than Sarah's as well. Oh fuck... I can't believe I got to see her in her panties while her husband just sat there chatting with my wife. I think Sarah wanted to fu-
oh shit, I've got a little mess to clean-up... maybe I'll post this in the future. BTW, my wife was so wet when we returned to our room that night. I don't think I've ever seen her fuck me so fast and furiously; I couldn't help but release within seconds as well.