It was a late April day; the grey clouds looked to burst at any time. My mood was bordering on matching the weather. My wife and I had plans to go to dinner with our friends, Mike and Sarah. The four of us were celebrating anniversaries. Leann and I had been married for eight years and Mike and Sarah for five.
We started the evening with dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by a night cap at my friend Mike's house. Mike and I have known each other since grade school and most of our double dates ended at one of our houses.
As we entered the living room, Mike sat on the sofa while Sarah went over to the bar and poured everyone some wine. Leann sat on the sofa opposite Mike and I sat in the chair opposite the sofa. A beautiful glass and brass coffee table sat between us. Sarah handed everyone a glass, and sat in the chair next to Mike.
As is normal for couples, especially couples accustomed to each other as we were, our conversation turned towards sex (or as Mike put it – the lack thereof). Amidst lots of laughter (and drinks) Sarah suggested we play some games.
"How about charades?" Sarah asked.
"Honey," Mike said, "you know I hate charades. Pick something else."
"Let's play Strip Poker," my wife Leann said.
MY WIFE?!? - This from the woman I married?!?
Ever since the birth of our child two years ago, she has been super self-conscious about the extra weight she was carrying. (She called it baby fat.) Although she still had great boobs, her tummy roll was the thing she wanted to hide the most.
Then it occurred to me, she knew I had always wanted to see Sarah naked, maybe this was her anniversary present to me (if it worked). It would definitely improve my mood.
"I'm up for it," Sarah said.
"Me too," Mike added.
Not wanting to be the odd man out I readily agreed. (Hopefully not too eagerly.)
"I'll get the cards," Sarah said. As she rose to go retrieve them, I imagined her without her clothes and got a slight stirring in my pants. Meanwhile Mike arose to get more wine, and I noticed my wife's eyes lingering on his rear end.
"So," Sarah said upon her return, "what are the rules?"
"It was Leanne's idea – let her make the rules," I said, sparing myself any responsibility.
"I thought that would be obvious," Leann said, "Each losing hand must remove an article of clothing."
I was the one who taught Leann to play poker, and as far as I knew, she never played it with anyone else.
"Where is the skill in that," Mike said as he handed everyone a full glass of wine.
"What do you mean?" Leann asked.
"If you only draw cards and then the lowest hand loses – that is only luck being involved, no skill comes into play," I said.
"Well you men play this game much more than the two of us do," Sarah argued. "Skill should be taken out of the equation so we all have a fair chance."
"That works for me," I said.
"Me too," Mike added.
As Sarah handed the deck to Mike I said, "Don't forget to remove the jokers!"
"Oh no," Mike countered, "You can stay."
Both girls laughed as Mike smirked.
Then he shuffled and dealt.
My hand consisted of the ace, four, nine, and eight of spades with the three of clubs. I tossed the three and hoped for another spade. I noticed that Sarah, who was sitting to my right had tossed three cards, my wife sitting to my left tossed four and Mike had thrown out two. After the draw I received the seven of clubs. At least I had an ace, in this game – that may not be the lowest.
It was. Leann had an ace with a queen; Mike had a pair of queens, and Sarah a pair of twos.
So I removed a shoe and set it aside.
"Oh no," Sarah said. "Shoes are a pair!"
"Really," I said, "I usually only remove one at a time. Tell you what, if the majority agrees, I'll remove both."
"We agree!" Mike and Leann exclaimed in unison.
"All right, here's the other." I removed the other.
"You're deal Sarah," Mike said as he handed the cards to her.
She shuffled and smoothly dealt the cards. I got the distinct impression she had played cards before.
This hand was no better than the previous; I received the ace of hearts, jack of diamonds, ten and six of clubs and the two of hearts. I selected the two, six and ten and tossed them.
"Three please."
Leann asked for one, Mike wanted three and Sarah two.
I received nothing that helped. "I got crap", I said showing my ace high hand.
Leann showed her hand, one card was a heart the rest diamonds. Mike had a pair of queens and Sarah a pair of Jacks.
Since Leann's highest card was a ten, she lost and promptly removed her shoes.
Now it was my turn to deal.
Sarah smiled at me and I tried to unlock any secrets that may be hidden within.
This was more like it; I had a pair of aces.
"Three please," Leann said, as did everyone else. This meant I was probably holding the best hand before the draw.
As she picked up her draw, Sarah smiled.
Everyone lay down their hand. Sarah won with two pair.
Leann had the low hand of a pair of twos, so forfeited her pantyhose.
She stood up and slowly removed them from beneath her white satin skirt.
Even though my wife had gained a few pounds since our child was born, she still could cause a stir in my pants.
I gathered the cards and handed them to Leann. "You're deal, hun."
She shuffled and dealt.
I looked at my hand and saw the ace and king of hearts, queen of clubs, eight of diamonds and the six of hearts. I did a quick check of the clothing situation. Only my wife and I had lost. Should I gamble on the straight, the flush or just go highest two cards?
I opted for high cards and drew three. Everyone drew three this time.
My wife showed two pair; aces and sevens. Mike also had two pair, fours and threes, as did Sarah. I only had an ace.
I shook my head in dismay and removed my socks.
This was not going well.
After the first round only my wife and I had removed anything.
I was starting to think the cards were marked.
Mike shuffled and dealt; I received the jack of spades, the ten of hearts and other junk.
Once again everyone took three cards.
This time my wife won with a pair of kings, unfortunately Mike and Sarah beat my jack high.
I stood up and removed my shirt.
"This is not going well," I said.
"I'm enjoying it," Leann said.
"Me too," added Sarah.
"Just deal," I said with a shake of my head and a slightly embarrassed smile.
This time I got a slightly better hand than normal; a pair of eights, with a king, queen and two.
I tossed three cards, Leann asked foe one, Mike held fast and Sarah wanted three also.
Mike flourished his diamond flush. "The cards are with us tonight," he added.
This time however Sarah had the low hand.
Off came her black pumps.
"I'm glad to be out of those," she said. "My feet were killing me."
It was my deal again.
I received crap again, only a pair of twos.
Leann took one card, Mike and Sarah took three each.
Leann had one of the worst hands I had ever seen in my life – an eight high!!
She had an eight, seven, six, four and three.
"I guess I have to remove my blouse," she said. Personally I think she was trying to lose so she could be naked first.
She stood up and seductively removed her top. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she gyrated her hips, then she slowly turned as she removed her blouse. She then slowly turned to reveal her white lacy bra. I stole a peek at Mike; I could just make out a slight bulge in his jeans. Leann's breasts were slightly larger than average and very round.
"If you're done, it's you're deal," I said. "This time deal me some good cards."
She dealt and once again everyone took three cards except Sarah who took one.
Once again my wife lost; this time with a king high.
"Uh oh," she said. "I think I just lost my skirt."
"Yes you did," said Mike. "Let's have it."
She slowly stood up as Mike started humming the Burlesque theme.
Leann must have enjoyed that because she pushed her skirt so slowly down her ass, the small bulge I noticed earlier was now large.
Then I noticed that Sarah's nipples were poking through her silky blouse. Sarah was also enjoying the show as much as Mike and I were.
After Leann returned to her seat at the coffee table, she said, "You're deal Mike."
Right now, I didn't think he could concentrate on the game.
Finally I got a great hand (three jacks); I just hoped my wife also had one.
"Three for me," Sarah said.
"I'll take two" I said.
"Four please," Leann said
Mike said, "Dealer takes two."
Since Sarah and I both had a pair of 9's we had to look at the kicker to determine the loser. Mine was an ace while hers was a queen.
Finally some skin.
As she removed her stockings from beneath her black mini-skirt, I saw a flash of her blue lace panties and noticed my erection getting tighter.
So far Mike was the only player fully clothed.
Sarah retrieved the cards and dealt.
I received three jacks. This was definitely not going to be the low hand.
Everyone but me took three cards.
Leann had the lowest hand again, an ace high.
"I'm starting to hate this game," she said.
"It was your suggestion," Mike noted.
"So it was, well – here goes nothing."
"You do realize you're not supposed to lose?" I asked and she promptly stuck her tongue out at me.
She reached around her back and undid the clasp on her bra. Then she slowly allowed it to slide down her arms exposing her erect nipples and beautifully round boobs.
"Who's deal?" she asked.
"Oh – it's mine," I said.
"Wow!" Sarah said, "After eight years of marriage he's still distracted by her boobs."
I think I blushed slightly at this remark, quickly shuffled the cards and dealt.
"Wait a minute," Leann said, "I'm down to my last piece of clothing. Can we change the rules?"
