Consequences Poker Ch 02

Over the month or so since we had all played "Consequences Poker" I think each one of my buddies who had been there to see my wife bare it all had commented to me about how amazed they were by Laura. Scott, always the shy one, surprised me the most when he told me he had fantasized about Laura since that night. Barry told me he thought Laura was the sexiest woman he knew which I found a little odd in that his wife, Deb, was the prototypical blonde bombshell every guy drools over. But Dave, poor Dave, literally ranted about Laura every time he saw me, telling me how lucky I was to have her, how sexy Laura was, and what he would do to her given the chance. I went along with it the first couple of times I saw Dave after that night thinking it was all in good fun, but when his ravings continued every time I saw him, which was every Saturday morning when we rode together on the golf course, I finally had to tell him to keep his mouth shut. He looked at me sheepishly when I said it because I think it had finally dawned on him what he was saying. Dave, typically, had completely forgotten or ignored the fact Laura was my wife.

"I'm sorry," Dave had said. "It is just that..."

I held up my hand. "It's okay. I know Laura is a sexy woman. I just don't want to hear it from you anymore. Okay?" I asked him not really understanding his obsession with Laura. I didn't think Laura was any more attractive than any of the other guy's wives, but I suspected maybe it was Laura's attitude that attracted Dave, especially when it came to sex. Laura was easily the most open minded of any of the wives when it came to sexuality, nudity, etc.

Dave nodded and that was the last I heard of it... until tonight!

Dave and Tammy, and Barry and Deb, had come over for dinner. Scott and Cheryl had begged off due to a migraine Cheryl was suffering through. I had grilled some hamburgers for the six of us, and Laura had made a few pitchers of margaritas and a huge plate full of her always famous nachos. The remains of the meal were spread out on the patio table in front of us. Everyone had drunk their fill of margaritas and we were all just chilling to the music playing over the stereo "stones" I had put out by the pool for the evening. The conversation had dwindled until we were each just lost in our alcohol addled thoughts for a few moments as our meals began to settle.

"So what are we going to do now?" asked Dave breaking the moment.

Rising up out of her stupor, and her chair, Laura responded, "I don't know about you, but I am cleaning up this mess!"

"I'll help you," responded Tammy, and the two of them made quick work of the plates and bowls in front of us.

Dave, ever happy to have women working around him, just leaned forward and filled his glass with the dregs of the margaritas in the pitcher Laura and Tammy had left behind when they headed into the house with their hands full. Leaning back and taking a deep drink he remarked, "Ahhh!! It doesn't get any better than this!"

I couldn't help but agree, but unfortunately for Dave his wife Tammy had returned in time to hear him and she interrupted his moment by telling him to get his butt in the kitchen to make another round of margaritas. Dave looked at me, the one of us who had been bartender up until now, but I just shrugged. So, he got up and with a flourish and announced, "Your wish is my command, love of my life!" With that Dave grabbed the pitcher and waltzed off into the house.

"He is such an ass!" said Tammy dropping into the seat beside me.

"Yeah," I responded, "but you love him anyway!"

Tammy sighed but turned toward me and smiled. "Yes, I do!"

"He doesn't deserve you," I said.

"I know," replied Tammy with a straight face and then, after a moment of trying to hold it in, we both burst out laughing! Barry and Deb chimed in and for the next little while Dave was the butt of more than a few jokes. It wasn't until Dave appeared in the patio door more than a few minutes later that we all quickly shut up.

"Why do I get the feeling you were all talking about me?" Dave asked as he placed a full pitcher or 'ritas down on the table in front of us and sat down.

"Who us?" asked Deb feigning an innocent look. "We would NEVER talk about YOU behind your back."

"Yeah right!" said Dave setting back into his chair.

Just then Laura came back out of the house and joined us. She didn't act any differently than she had all night, but I couldn't help but notice a distinct flush that she had on her neck and upper chest, a flush I had seen many times before in the bedroom. "What had happened in the kitchen," I wondered. In fact, now that I thought about it Laura and Dave had been in the kitchen for much longer than it would have taken to make a pitcher of margaritas. Moreover, I suddenly realized this was the first time since the night Laura had walked home from Dave and Tammy's house in the nude that Dave and Laura would have had a chance to be alone. I immediately knew what the two of them would have been talking about. "Did they do anymore than talk?" I wondered once more.

"So what are we doing now?" Laura asked as she plopped down in her chair.

The rest of us looked at each other questioningly since we really hadn't talked about it since Dave had posed the same question a while ago. The night was still young, so I knew we wouldn't be breaking up the party any time soon, but I just shrugged and said, "I don't know!"

Dave piped up and declared, "Let's just play Consequences Poker again!" He had barely got the words out before Tammy slugged him even harder than the last time he had suggested the game weeks ago.

We all laughed while Tammy remarked, "Pervert! You just want to see Laura naked again!"

"No, I just thought..." began Dave.

"Liar," interrupted Tammy icily and you could tell this was a sore point with her. "You haven't done anything but talk about Laura since the last time!"

"Oh, really?" asked Laura leaning forward with animated interest. She already knew all this because she and I had talked about Dave's comments over the past few weeks, but she loved to put Dave on the spot. "You have been thinking about me naked, have you?"

"No," replied Dave who looked askance at his wife. Then looking back at my wife Laura, who had one eyebrow raised Spock-like, he continued, "I mean, I did but..." And that was all he got out before Tammy slugged him again making everyone laugh again uproariously again, Laura most of all.

"We don't have to play poker for you to see me naked," Laura snickered. "All you have to do is ask!"

"Really?" asked Dave expectantly.

"Uh huh," replied Laura with a wink, although I wasn't sure if she was winking at me, Dave, or Tammy. "I will be happy to do it if you ask. All you have to do is convince everyone else to get naked first! After all, I was the only one who did it the last time."

That resulted in more laughter and comments like "Yeah right!" and "Like that will happen!" from Barry, Tammy and I. Although she laughed along with us I could sense the wheels turning in Deb's brain. It isn't like she had never been naked around us before. She was the one that had initiated the patio party striptease a year or so ago, so I knew there was a closet exhibitionist inside of her. She had done nothing the like since then, but I suspected she wouldn't be shy about shedding her clothes again under the right circumstances. You wouldn't intentionally manufacture a body like hers without being an exhibitionist, would you? No, I knew the wrench in the scheme, perhaps intentionally on Laura's part, was Tammy.

I knew the boys, Dave and Barry, would strip in a second, especially under the context of skinny dipping or something similar. Tammy on the other hand had never been one to step over any kind of sexual line. Yeah, we had kissed passionately the night of the poker game weeks ago, but other than one other lingering New Years Eve kiss we shared long before then Tammy never hinted at anything more. I never thought of her as a prude or anything like that, but she never exuded anything overtly sexual either in spite of the chemistry that had always existed between us.

Of the three girls around the table, Tammy was always the more conservatively dressed. Tonight, like usual, her shorts were mid thigh and loose fitting. She wore a cute, if conservative, short sleeved, cotton blouse which was buttoned all the way up except for the very top two buttons. She looked nice, but her outfit did nothing to accentuate the athletic figure I knew she was hiding. By comparison, she looked like a nun next to Deb, who wore short white shorts and a tight, low-cut, spaghetti strapped tank top that left her midriff bare. She was obviously braless, but the double lining in her top kept anything but the swell of her medically enhanced breasts from showing. Still, they were breasts that invited you to look, and I had, many times. Laura, also in short shorts, wore an athletic style bathing suit top similar to what you might see competitive beach volleyball players wear. Her top flattened her breasts somewhat making them look a little bigger around than they would normally, so it was easy to see the outline of her nipples through the stretchy material, especially now that they seemed to be perking up with the direction the conversation had taken. Or, had they been like that when she came out of the kitchen with Dave? I couldn't recall. Regardless, they were poking through now!

Things got quiet for a few moments as Laura's proposition hung out there in the air in front of us. I could see Dave trying to work things out in his head before he said, "Well, just getting naked seems like a silly idea! Are you guys up for some skinny dipping?" he asked looking more at Deb and Barry than anyone else. Barry just shrugged, still not sure where this was all headed. Deb blushed, but nodded ever so slightly. "Okay," she murmured quietly then looked at Barry to see what his response would be. He nodded as well.

Dave then turned to look questioningly at his wife. Tammy's response was immediate, "You are kidding yourself if YOU think I am going to get naked just so YOU can ogle Laura again. It is not going to happen."

"But," began Dave.

"No," interrupted Tammy who was adamantly shaking her head. "NO!" Tammy repeated more loudly and visibly more angrily. "I will NOT!"

Looking around the table I could see Laura was triumphant that her little ploy had worked, but Deb seemed almost disappointed. Dave looked like he was going to say something else, but sensing Tammy was in no mood to continue the discussion he slumped back into his chair with a disgusted, "Whatever!"

At that point all the controversy seemed to have come to a rather awkward conclusion. Dave was pouting. Tammy was silently seething. Laura was smiling victoriously over one upping Dave again and Barry and Deb were simply sitting there awkwardly not knowing what to do or say. It was one of those moments where all I had to do was change the topic of conversation and everything would have been fine. It is what I should have done, so don't ask me why I softly blurted out, "Would you do it for me?"

"What did you just say?" asked Tammy hastily with ice still in her voice. Every other head at the table turned to look at me.

I locked gazes with Tammy for a few seconds and her eyes seemed to be burning a hole through me. With no more confidence than before I repeated, "Would you do it for me?"

The silence around the table was deafening. Given the look of astonishment on his face I don't think Dave could believe I had the nerve to ask that of Tammy given the mood she was in. We all knew Tammy had a temper so I am sure Dave was thinking that even he was smarter than that, and wilting under Tammy's intense stare I was beginning to wish I had been smarter, too. I glanced at Laura out of the corner of my eye to gauge her reaction, but she just had a quizzical look on her face with one eyebrow cocked up like Mr. Spock. Slowly all the eyes at the table turned to look at Tammy whose eyes had never left me.

The seconds that past felt like minutes. Tammy's features softened ever so slightly as she looked at me. I think she began to understand that I wasn't asking this of her because I wanted Dave and Laura to have their fun, or that I wanted to see Deb's magnificent breasts. I think she knew I was asking this because of the chemistry that had existed between us over the years, that I was asking to see her naked, that I wanted to see her body. "Okay," Tammy said quietly with her eyes still locked on mine.

"What?" asked Dave.

"I said okay," Tammy snapped at him, half angrily and half in resignation.

"Alright," whooped Dave. He jumped up and pulled Laura up by the hand and dragged her over to the pool. Barry and Deb quickly got up and followed them. I made a move to get up out of my chair as well, but Tammy put a hand on my chest and pushed me back down. "You stay here," she ordered. I complied.

Tammy stood up and faced me with her back to the ruckus by the pool. Behind her I could see that Dave had already shed his clothes and was splashing around in the pool. Laura was already topless and was busy shimmying her shorts down over her hips while Dave was extolling her on with shouts of, "Oh yeah! Take it off!" Barry was just climbing into the water and I could see he was at "half mast". I might have watched Deb given the opportunity, but Tammy was blocking my view of her and it would have been rude in the extreme to peer around her at this point.

"Idiot," said Tammy looking over shoulder at her husband. Then turning back to look at me she coyly asked, "So you want to see me naked do you?" confirming she understood what I had been asking.

I nodded.

"Have you ever imagined what I look like under my clothes before?"

I nodded again and with a smile said, "Uh huh!" It was true, I had.

Tammy began toying with her top button. "Have you ever fantasized about me?" she asked.

I nodded again not about to admit I really hadn't, not fantasized per se, but I had wondered what it would be like to be with her. Tammy was a beautiful woman, after all, even if she tended not to show it.

Time seemed to slow down for me over the next little while. Thinking back I doubt it took Tammy more than a minute or two to undress completely, but it seemed to me then that I was watching events in slow motion. Every movement Tammy made seemed exaggerated and I can remember every detail.

With her top button now undone Tammy's fingers reached for the next buton, then the next, and as she did so her blouse parted enough for me to see the curve or her lacy white bra highlighted against her smooth tanned skin. Then as another button or two separated I could see the muscular curve of her belly that hinted at a 'six pack'. Though the evening wasn't cool her skin was like gooseflesh and I could see the fine silky hair on her skin standing up in excitement.

The last button was undone at last. Tammy shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall behind her where she caught it and tossed into the chair beside her. I had seen Tammy in a bathing suit many times before, but I saw her differently now. The mother tof two and one time college athlete was being replaced by a creature more akin to a cat. Her body was lithe. Her muscles, easy to see in the flickering candlelight of the patio lanterns, were well defined, yet they did nothing to take away from her feline femininity.

I watched in rapt attention as Tammy undid the top button on her shorts. She pulled her zipper down just halfway which framed her navel in a 'V' and stopped. She looked at me then for a second or two as if deciding whether or not she wanted to continue, then she reach between her breasts and undid the clasp of her bra. She hesitated for a second or two then pulled the halves apart to reveal her breasts to me for the very first time.

Tammy was not well endowed by any means, but her breasts were perfectly shaped and there was a sprinkling of freckles between them that looked incredibly sexy in my book. There was fullness to Tammy's breasts I hadn't imagined possible for breasts I guessed filled a just 'B' cup. Her nipples were taught in excitement and begged to be sucked. The word 'perky' simply did not do her breasts justice when Tammy arched her back slightly and thrust them forward and upwards. I wanted to feel Tammy's breasts in my hands but all I did was grip the arms of my chair a little tighter to keep me from doing so. That wasn't what this was all about.

At that moment I thought perhaps she was the most sexy woman I had ever seen in person. If Tammy had stopped and not taken off another thing I would have been satisfied. The image of her standing there topless, hands on hips, and her partially undone shorts beckoning to be removed, is burned into my mind. But, Tammy turned 90 degrees so that I was watching her in profile and she began to shimmy her shorts over her hips. I think she just wanted to avoid bending over and blatantly exposing what I could now tell was her thong covered ass to the others playing in the pool. While they were still fooling around they were also turning their heads now and then to watch Tammy.

Oblivious to the others frolicking in the pool Tammy stood with her feet together and her legs ramrod straight. Then she bent all the way over and she pushed her shorts to the ground. She held that pose for a half a second and I was reminded of how she must have looked in her college swimming days when a starter would have called to the swimmers to "Take your marks! Get set!" Her ass was flawless in profile. You could see very muscle in the curve of her buttocks and upper leg. She straightened up for a second, turned her back towards me slightly, then Tammy bent at the waist again, and arched her back in a classic pin-up girl pose with her arms extended and hands on the picnic table. Tammy parted her legs slightly which gave give me an incredible view of her ass and barely covered pussy. Then she bent her head forward for a second and threw her head back so that her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and the she turned her head toward me with a smile. Oh how I wish I'd had a camera!

Behind Tammy I could see her husband, Dave, standing in the pool dumbfounded that his wife would so brazenly show herself to me. I think he was about to say something when Laura swam up behind him and dunked him while calling out,"You go, Girl!!"

Tammy stood up then, flashed Laura a 'thumbs up' and turned to face me once again only now she was only a foot or so away and was straddling my left knee. My nose was pointed right at her pussy.

"Are you ready for the finale, Big Boy?" Tammy asked me.

I leaned my head way back and looked up at her face that was being framed by her breasts. "Uh huh," I nodded in response.

"Then they are all yours," Tammy said with a smile and to make sure I got the point she pulled the waistband of her thong out a little and let it audibly snap back against her hip.

I quickly sat up straighter and scooted myself to the front of my chair. I hooked my thumbs into top of her thong and slowly began to pull it downward. I kept waiting for a glimpse of hair but there was none, but neither had Tammy been shaved. Only an inch before I exposed the top of her mound did the thinnest wisps of strawberry blonde hair began to appear. As I exposed more and more of Tammy's pussy just inches from my nose I could see it was only covered by what looked like soft peach fuzz. I was so glad she hadn't shaved because the effect would not have been nearly the same. I took a deep breath at that point, more to release a little tension than anything else but my nostrils were filled with Tammy's musky scent. The remaining part of my manhood that hadn't already responded to Tammy did just that. I was hard as a rock.