"The guys only have one hole, so if one of us girls win we can fuck him from behind with this one."
"Wait a moment!" Now it was Peter's turn to protest. If I win over one of you girls, I have to fuck Mitch or Phil in the ass? I am not sticking my beloved dick into such a dirty place!"
"Well, then you can have him give you a blow-job. But if your wife loses, one of us is going to rape your ass, that cannot be avoided."
"Oh, that is OK. I don't care about my ass, as long as I don't have to soil my beloved dick."
Mitch and Phil looked at each other. They didn't say anything, but it was obvious they though Peter had strange priorities.
"That was the white marker. When you have sold your partner's clothes and virtue, you can play the black marker. It is optional, you can go all-in without playing it. But if you play it, you gamble your own dignity. It is worth the same as your partner's virtue, 25 dollars.
"Again, if you win the hand nothing happens. But if you lose, the tournament ends. You have to strip naked, and for one hour the remaining five get to fuck you any way we want."
"That's a tough version of poker," Peter said.
"Indeed!"
They stood a while in silence, looking at each other. Dora was the first to speak. "This is madness." Then she smiled, "I'm game."
"Me too," Sara and Mitch said simultaneously.
Wanda looked at Peter and Phil. They both nodded. "Let's play, then!"
They were seated so men and women sat alternately, and husband and wife on opposite sites of the table. The first few hands were uneventful. Everybody played even more tight than usual, all hands were folded before the turn, and only a little money changed hands. Then Dora got ace and king of spades, and decided it was time for some action. Peter was the big blind, and Sara and Phil had folded, so she raised. Mitch and Wanda folded, but Peter re-raised. She called. The flop came down. Ace, four and seven, only a single spade. Peter raised, and Dora called with a pair of aces.
The turn came down, it was the jack of spades. Peter checked. Dora hesitated. She knew she should raise with a pair of aces, and a draw for a flush. But with these rules, winning her husband's stack was not necessarily a good idea. In the end, she could not ignore that the correct play was to raise, so she raised a rather large amount, expecting Peter to fold. He called. The river card came, the four of diamonds. Both checked, and showed their cards. Peter had a pocket pair of kings, but Dora had the aces, and won the hand.
"First blood" she stated with confidence, but her husband's stack had shrunk dangerously.
Now they all began to bet a bit more freely, nevertheless nothing dramatic happened for the next 15 minutes. Dora lost a bit, Peter won a bit from Wanda. Then Sara was big blind again. Phil, Dora and Mitch folded, but Wanda at the button raised. Peter called, Sara folded. The flop came down, three and eight of hearts, ten of diamonds. Peter raised. Wanda called. Dora looked with worry at the very small stack of chips remaining in front of her husband.
The turn card came, four of spades. They both checked. Then the river, the nine of hearts. Peter looked reassuringly at Dora, then he pushed the remaining chips onto the table. She was sure he did not to this without reason, he probably had a flush, but still she held her breath. Wanda smiled wickedly as she called. Peter showed the king and jack of hearts, he indeed had a flush. Wanda still smiled, then showed the ace and two of hearts. A better flush.
"Well, Peter. Next time you you are the big blind, you will have to sell Dora's clothes. Might as well do it right away," Wanda said with a big grin.
Peter looked miserably at his wife. Dora tried to smile at him. "You played correctly. I would have done the same. FUCK YOU!"
"Not yet," Sara stage-whispered to Phil. Everybody but Dora laughed. Then she smiled, this time more relaxed. She stood up, walked a few feet away, and faced the table. Then she removed her socks, slowly and with exaggerated drama. Then her blouse and pant, and stood only in panties and bra. Five pairs of eyes were glued to her breasts, as she slowly removed the B-cup bra, revealing her well-shaped breasts. Both nipples were protruding, revealing how she felt about stripping in front of her friends. She quickly removed her panties, fearing that a wet spot would appear, and then she turned around slowly, giving them all a good view of her body, before returning to her seat.
The game moved on. Peter had only the chips he got for Dora's clothes, and had trouble growing his stack. Dora slowly lost more and more; and so did Phil and Sara. Most of the money was piling up in front of Mitch, but Wanda had a good stack, too. Unfortunately for them, first Sara ran out of chips, and had to sell Mitch's clothes; and soon after Wanda was naked too.
Dora was the first to play a white marker. She had three jacks, but Wanda had raised 12 chip and she only had 10. She looked at Peter, he quietly nodded. Then she pushed the white marker onto the table. They were all silent as the last card came down. Both players checked. Then Wanda revealed a straight.
Wanda looked at Peter with an evil grin. "Eat my pussy!"
Dora watched as Peter rose from his seat, and knelt in front of Wanda's chair. She was quite certain that Peter had never cheated on her, yet he could not hide his eagerness as he began licking Wanda between the legs. Soon Wanda was moaning, and Dora's hand went between her legs. Moments later Wanda came loudly. All were silent as Peter returned to his seat, licking his lips. Then Phil broke the silence. "Dora, what is your finger doing in your twat?"
Dora blushed. She had not intended to be caught masturbating in public, but that was too late now. She pulled her finger out, held in up and licked it.
The game resumed. The next two hands Dora got were excellent. On the first hand she won the blinds, on the second she went all-in against Mitch and won. Now her stack was not big, but it was playable again. A few rounds passed uneventfully, then Sara had to play the white marker. Dora and Wanda could not fail to see how Mitch was getting an erection, and he looked awfully disappointed when his wife won the marker back.
Soon, Peter's stack was all but gone. He was in a three-way pot with Wanda and Phil. He only had one chip left, and Phil raised. Peter hesitated. Dora clearly saw his dilemma. If he folded now, he would have to play the white marker at the latest next time he was big blind. But he probably didn't have a great hand. Betting 25 chips might cause the others to fold, but winning the white marker was too tempting. Still, he probably had no other choice. He still hesitated. Then he played the white marker. Wanda and Phil both called. The last card came down, but nobody bothered betting on it. The hands came down. Wanda had a pair of kings, both Phil and Peter had two pairs, but Phil had the best ones. All looked at Dora.
