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!
