I have been playing poker with my oldest friend, Nathan, for years. We always play at his house, since my apartment is far too cramped to have anyone over. Besides, being out in the country means we can make a lot of noise and not worry about anyone complaining. Neither of us are particularly gracious winners and we both like to be very boisterous about our winning hands.
His wife, Bette, is getting us another round and I am very glad to have charcoal black skin. If I were any lighter, there would be no concealing the burning in my cheeks. I pulled my first Royal Flush and know there is no way I am going to lose this hand. I have been on a hot streak since we started and haven't lost a single hand.
I hide my cards on the table just as Bette hands me a beer, then push everything I have into the pot and say, "All in, Nathan."
There is close to a thousand dollars in that pot and I regret not playing this out a little more. He is going to be forced to fold, since he is down to his last fifty dollars. He shows his cards to his wife and she gets very excited about the hand he is holding, then starts to whisper something into her ear. She has a shocked look on her face, but soon passes to a nod of agreement.
Nathan's voice is calm as he says, "I'm going to have to call you on this, Theo, but you can see I can't match you dollar for dollar. So how about I put Bette up as collateral against the what you just put in."
I shake my head and say, "What the hell are you talking about. You can't put a person up as collateral."
He shakes his head in disagreement and says, "Sure I can. Just as long as she agrees, right? Well, Bette, tell Theo it's OK."
Bette nods and her blonde bangs slightly cover her blue eyes, as she says, "It's OK, Theo. I agree completely."
I think it over in a state of disbelief and ask, "So I win, and she what? Cleans my apartment?"
Nathan says, "If you want, Theo, but I was thinking more along the lines of you doing whatever you want with her."
I look for some sign of a joke in his brown eyes and find none, then ask, "Do you mean?"
Bette jumps in quickly and says, "If you win, you can have my body. Anything sexual you want me to do and I'll do it."
I shake my head and say, "I can't do that. You're my oldest friend in the world and I could never do anything like that to you."
There is a sense of purpose on his tanned face as he says, "Look, Theo, it's OK. I give my permission to let you have her. No questions asked and she won't refuse anything. The fact is, Theo, I am going to win this hand. It doesn't matter if you accept, since nothing's going to happen."
Perhaps it is the alcohol clouding my senses, but I say, "Fine, Nathan. I'll accept her. When I win, do I get her right here on the spot?"
Bette says, "No, Theo. Nathan is going on a business trip next Friday. He will be gone until Monday afternoon. You have between the time he leaves and when he gets back to do as you wish with me. Not that it matters, since you aren't winning this hand."
I say, "Fine, Nathan. I accept. Now show me your hand."
He smiles as he has three Aces and two Kings, then says, "No need to even bother showing me anything. There is no way you have me beat."
His hands reach for the pot and I say, "Sure I can, Nathan."
I lay out my cards and show him the unbeatable hand, which causes his face to lighten by several shades, then asks, "How the hell did you pull that?"
I grin broadly at my victory and say, "Looks like I have a date with Bette."
The time passed by far too quickly and I kept asking both of them if they were certain about me staying with her for the weekend. They both kept giving positive responses and I just don't know if I can be with her. Granted, it was anything I wanted, so I didn't have to do anything sexual with her. I could just as easily spend the weekend watching movies, which would be far easier on my conscience.
Friday arrives and I have yet to decide on having her, even if she is willing. I am knocking on the familiar door of my best friend's house. He invites me in without question and I can see his suitcases on the floor. There is no sign of Bette and I wonder if she decided to take a trip to forgo the weekend with me. I help Nathan load his suitcases into the car and he is soon speeding off to the airport. I never bothered to ask about Bette and he never volunteers a word of her location. I sit on the couch and see several bottles of lube on the coffee table and know there purpose all to well.
Bette walks in front of me wearing a short robe and my eyes move to her pale thighs, which are just as well toned as the rest of what is visible of her body. I pull my eyes up and they stop again at her large tits poking over the top. I come to my senses and move my eyes up to her face. She shows no hint of being perturbed by what my eyes just clearly did and she has a pleasant smile on her face.
She says, "You are way overdressed, Theo. Why don't you take off your clothes and show me what you've got?"
Not wanting to keep her waiting, I stand and start to reveal my muscular body to her. I choose to keep my pants on until the very end, since I don't want to scare her with what I possess. I have no idea if Nathan gave any warning as to just how big I am. I finally reveal myself fully and her eyes lock hungrily onto my dick. Even in its current state of softness, there is no denying I am hung very well. My lack of an erection has nothing to do with her not being attractive, but everything to do with the person she is married to.
In reference to my flaccid state, she says, "Damn, Theo. Impressive. I can't wait until you're hard."
I smile and say, "You say that now, Bette. But this thing is liable to scare the hell out of you."
She starts to remove her robe and says, "I mean it, Theo. I want to see just how big you are."
Her robe drops and my eyes move down to her tits. I always knew they were big, but never quite this big. I can't find a single stretch mark on her smooth skin and I know they are natural. Her nipples are also large and are much darker than her pale flesh. Both of her nipples are very hard and I guess she really does want to see just how big I am.