My buddy Jason has always had a bit of an obsessive streak about him. Nothing too odd, you understand, just a bit more obsessive than the regular guy. Take poker, for example. Once Jason decided he wanted to learn to play poker well, he studied every book he could find, learned every technique that he thought reasonable, and practiced as often as he could. He started out with blackjack, and could soon accurately card count a six-deck shoe. More often than not, he could play blackjack for hours at a time, generally coming out ahead. He didn't particularly like to gamble, he just liked to play.
Then he discovered Texas Hold 'Em. The old obsessive behavior came back, and he studied and practiced and played and played and played. He began to host tournaments at his house on a regular basis, and hosted an eight to ten person game almost every weekend. He taught me to play, although I never was very good, but we enjoyed many hours matching wits and skills. His wife, Jenny, played almost as often as Jason did, and became fairly skilled in her own right, although she was never as obsessive as Jason.
The best game I ever played happened early into the Texas Hold 'Em obsession. I had stopped in one evening to shoot the breeze and drink his beer, and Jason and Jennifer suggested we play poker. We broke out the chips and cards and played for a while, just to knock the rust off. After a couple games and several beers, our chat had turned rather blue, with Jenny holding up her end of the innuendos quite ably. I always suspected that she had a bit of wild streak in her, but I never knew exactly how wild.
Somehow, our discussion turned to strip poker, and the wild claims people we had known had made about games they had played. At one point, Jenny said, with an off-hand tone, that we should play strip Texas Hold 'Em. I looked at Jason, as I didn't want to appear to lust after his wife, even though I did. She was a petite thing, very pretty with long curly hair, not quite five foot, a slender, willowy blond with perky A-cup tits and a sweet curvy ass. Jason was looking at Jenny, trying to determine if she serious. He said to her, "I'm game if you are." They both then looked at me.
"What the heck," I said. "Should be interesting." I leered at Jenny and she giggled, then I winked at Jason. He smiled back and we started talking about how to structure the game. We agreed that we would start out with a set amount of chips. The game would be played normally, expect that in the event that there was a showdown between two or more players, the loser of the showdown would also lose a piece of clothing. If you mucked your cards, there was no penalty, but if you went into a showdown, you might come out short more than just chips. Also, we decided that you could make unlimited rebuys of the initial chip count. The cost would be one piece of clothing, and you could not use your last piece of clothing for the rebuy. If you were out of chips and chose not to rebuy or couldn't rebuy, you lost and had to strip down. Clothing could not be rebought. First person naked would be the loser, and would have to stay naked to deal the rest of the game and serve drinks and snacks to the remaining players, while they played the rest of game out. We began cautiously, with most of the hands being folded early. The first showdown was between Jason and Jenny, and Jason came out on top. Jenny reached down, took off a shoe, and tossed it off to the side.
The game went on, with all of us shedding shoes and socks as play continued. It became pretty apparent that Jenny and I were fairly evenly matched, while Jason was far superior. Jenny had a slight advantage in that she was wearing a bra, which gave her one extra piece of clothing. I made up for that when we went head-to-head. We both had our shirt, shorts and underwear on, but she was on a short stack when I pushed her to go all in. I took the pot with a pocket pair and a pair on the board against her Big Slick. She was now faced with an unenviable choice. She lost her top with the hand, and was now out of chips. She decided to toss her shorts off as well so that she could get a rebuy and stay in the game.
Seeing her strip off her shirt and shorts gave me an instant throbbing erection. She was wearing a sweet lacy push-up demi-bra with matching thong panties in a deep red, almost ruby color. The underwear color set off her creamy skin perfectly, and she posed there for a second, doing a slow pirouette, letting us admire her shapely ass before she took her seat again to resume the game.
Jason kept winning, depleting our stacks and taking me down to my underwear. Jenny managed to hang on to her bra and panties for a while, but shortly after I lost my shorts, Jenny lost a showdown to Jason and had to give up her bra. She sat back and pushed her softly curled hair off her shoulders. She slowly reached up between her breasts and undid the clasp between the bra cups. Jenny slipped the bra off while managing to keep one arm over her tits until the bra had fallen off the other arm and onto the floor. She then slowly dropped her arm, exposing her perky tits with their small, hard nipples to my avid gaze. Jason stared as well, seeming to enjoy both the interest I showed in his wife's tits and her excitement in exposing them to us.
After catching our breath, play resumed. Since Jenny and I were both down to our underwear pants, as well as having short stacks, it became a hard-fought match between us not to lose. It came down to one last hand, with both of us all in. I had a low pair, while Jenny had unsuited connectors. The flop came down with Jenny getting two more connectors for a possible straight, with nothing for me. The turn gave Jenny a pair, which was higher than mine, and I began to steel myself to being the naked guy serving drinks and dealing the remaining hands. The river card came down, and I stared at the card matching my pair and giving me trips to beat Jenny's pair.
Jenny and Jason both stared at the card, and then looked up at each other. I began to say that Jenny didn't have to strip off, trying to play the gentleman, but Jason stopped me, saying "A bet's a bet and a deal is a deal. Jenny, you agreed to this, so drop those drawers and bring us drinks."
Jenny sat there a minute, then stood up, looking between us while she gathered her courage. Finally, as we both watched, she stood, slid her hands under the sides of the thong and slid the garment down her shapely thighs, then kicked the scrap of lace onto the pile of clothes. Jenny stood there, blushing while Jason and I stared and drooled. Jenny kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed in a small triangle above her lips, which were slightly puffy and coral-colored, betraying her excitement from being on display. She turned slowly away from us, bending from the waist to pick up her shoes to move them to the entryway. By bending over that way, she gave us a beaver shot of epic proportions as well as a good look at her nether eye. She held the pose for a few seconds longer than she needed to and then sashayed to the entryway, taking the shoes with her. "Damn," I breathed, swallowing hard and tearing my gaze away from Jenny's sweetly swaying ass. Jason said, "Yeah. Damn. That's quite a performance. I don't think I knew what I was getting into."
"Lucky you," I said as I smiled.
"I'm guessing she's going to be incredibly horny tonight," Jason said as he smiled back.
"Do you want me to take off so you can get to ... ah ... other activities?"
Jenny interrupted as she came back, two beers in her hands and a mock frown on her face, "Don't even think about it! The deal was that you two now have to play this out, so sit down while I deal. I'm not going to be the only one naked here!"
