Ginger
Before Sam passed away we used to play strip gin. It was real simple and just a way to add a little variety in our rather dull lives. For non-gin players the game is not hard to play. Basically each player gets a hand dealt to them and then taking turns each player picks a card from a pile that is face down or can draw the top card from a discard pile. The object is to have sets or runs in your hand. When a player has a complete hand of runs or sets they can knock and the other player gets one more turn or if you feel that your hand is more complete than the other player you can knock and after the other players gets their last turn the hands are compared and the person with less counters wins the hand.
What made the game fun was that the person that lost a hand had to remove an article of clothing. At some point one person or the other would be naked and of course that's when the real fun would began because if you didn't have clothing to forfeit you have to do whatever the winner decided. Sometimes it was to make the loser do the daily chores in the nude. Like do the dishes, clean a bathroom or vacuum the living room rug.
Sometimes it was just to create humiliation. Cook the next meal and serve it without any clothes on. Being a less the competent cook I never made Sam cook. Instead I would make him do a sexual chore. It was fun to have him lay back and masturbate and then clean himself with his fingers and then suck his fingers clean. He didn't like to do that so it was a special thing I would make him do. Of maybe I would make him lick and suck me to an orgasm and not let him have one. Of course after he lost, he would want another game real soon so he could get his revenge.
His idea of revenge usually didn't upset me. If he won would want a blow job. Which I in fact enjoyed giving. It was the times he would tell me I had to hold his load in my mouth, open my mouth and show him and then let it dribble out down across my chin on to my tits. For some reason he knew I didn't like that. I would rather swallow. Luckily I was a better player or maybe luckier.
Then Sam passed away. It was terrible. We had been married for over thirty years. It took a few years before I was mostly over my grief. I was fortunate enough that we had good investments and a healthy bank account and great life insurance that I was able to be comfortable. At least from money stand point. Our kids convinced me to sell the house and move into an upscale apartment building. There was no worry over the yard being kept up or shoveling snow. After getting settled in I enjoyed the freedom.
Except for the lack of sex, of course I wasn't getting any loving since Sam passed anyway, so I guess that didn't change much. Watching a ladies talk show on afternoon they had a conversation about adult toys with a display of all kinds of things. I had could not believe some of the things they had. I mean I knew about dildos and vibrators. Everyone knew about those things, didn't they? She had an almost endless supply of things. What I think were normal size dildos, oversize ones and skinny ones. The host asked about the skinny ones and the lady said they were designed for rear entry. Not understanding the host she looked at her funny until it dawned on her where rear entry was. I was several beats behind her when I made the connection. That rear entry, Sam and I had never gone down that road. Then there were some many different types of vibrators. Hard plastic ones and soft life like ones. Some had a bump on the shaft which the demonstrator explained would massage that special place on a woman while it filled her up. That seemed like a great idea to me. This bump would rotate or vibrate and it could be set for different speeds just like the other part. They even have little vacuum machines that will cover the ladies special button and suck. She claimed it was just like having a lover down there doing it. And what really surprised me was a modeling kit. You get your man hard, coat his penis with some oil, cover it with this special material and wait for a bit. Take the hardened stuff and send it in to the company. And in a week or two you get your own dildo that is a replicate of your man. There are hard ones or you can get soft live like ones, your choice.
It was all very interesting, but who would want those things. Me I guess, I did order several of those adult toys, will maybe more than several. The soft dido fascinated me. So did the one with what they called ears. Not having a man anymore I passed on the kit. The vacuum device was a great idea and she promised complete satisfaction. Oh yes, I also thought I might try the skinny thing. The host and demonstrator had gotten into a big discussion about it.
It took over a week before my order arrived. I was beginning to think I had been ripped off. But was I ever surprised when I tried out each and every toy. The soft dildo was kind of cold at first, but when it warmed up it was great. Next time I'll soak it in warm water first. When I tried the one with the ears I loved it on my pleasure button. The way the shaft rotated as the ears vibrated was out of this world. The hard dildo was a disappointment. Nothing special it just filled the hole. Did I mention that I had ordered some personal lubricant? That stuff is wonderful. Especially when I used the skinny thing back there, you know, back there. It took me over a week before I had enough courage to use the vacuum. Oh boy, am I ever stupid. It is one of the greatest inventions ever. With the warmed up soft dido up inside and the vacuum doing its thing I couldn't believe it. If it wasn't for the desire to have babies men would become obsolete.
I was perfectly happy with my toys for a year or so. Then a nice young man moved in across the hall from me. Tall, good looking, athletic body, well what I could see of any way. He was very shy and I never saw a lady companion with him. Maybe he's gay was my first thought but then no male friends showed up either. We would meet in the hallway sometimes and talk. After getting to know me a little he wasn't so shy. I learned he was a software developer and computer geek.
And that's when it got interesting. My laptop was acting funny. It would freeze up and I would have to hold down the power button to turn it off and then turn it back on and sometimes I would have to do it more than ounce. I was complaining to Brett about it as he was carrying my groceries down the hall. Being a gentleman he offered to look at it if I wanted. I was so grateful. It took him all of twenty minute and he thought it was all set. This is where it got weird. I offered him a cup of coffee and a slice of fresh baked apple pie. He asked if he could use my bathroom first. Of course I told him to go ahead. What I had forgotten was some of my toys were on the sink counter drying from the night before.
Being a gentleman Brett didn't say a word when he came out but was his face ever red. "Maybe I should go home. I just remembered something I have to do." Then I remembered what was in the bathroom. Now it was my face that turned red. I was so embarrassed. As Brett passed by me I noticed an interesting bulge in his trousers. As he disappeared out the door I decided that maybe I should get to know him better. What was I thinking; he's just a kid, barely older than my youngest. But there was a stirring inside me.
It took a week before I saw Brett again. I was coming home from playing golf and he was just leaving. Before he could say or do anything I asked him if he would please come in for just a minute. I could tell he wasn't happy with the idea but couldn't come up with an excuse not to. I was going to take the bull by the horns so to speak. "I'm so very sorry that you had to see what I had on display in the bathroom the other day. It was my entire fault for leaving that stuff out there. I should have put it away that morning. Can you please forget it happened?" He nodded yes. But I felt more was needed so I kept going. "Like everyone else I have needs and those things help satisfy some of those needs. Can you understand that?" Again he nodded yes and told me it was just a surprise and that I shouldn't feel badly about it. I offered him the coffee and pie he missed before and he agreed it was a good idea. As he left later in the afternoon my mind began to work.
Gin, would Brett like to learn to play gin? The next day I called him and invited him over for a home cooked meal the next night. He said he was sorry but he needed to work that night because he was doing a software update, whatever that was. After talking it over we ended up with him coming over three nights later. Homemade spaghetti and salad and garlic bread and a pecan pie for dessert. Over brandy slush we sat in the living room and talked. Brett was on the couch and me in my easy chair. I managed to open my legs a little without appearing to be too oblivious. Letting Brett get a peek at my panties was just the beginning of my masterplan. I noticed a slight bulge in his pants so it must be working a little.
Step two was asking him if he played gin. Confessing he had heard it was a fun card game but had never played it. So I offered to teach it to him sometime. Sometime it turned out to be right now. Getting the cards took me only a minute. I gave him a quick rundown on the object of the game and the rules. When he agreed that things seemed plain enough we agreed to play a couple of practice hands. We would lay the cards out on the coffee table so he could see some strategy. Then we played a few hands. After a bit of playing it appeared Brett had mastered the game and had won two hands out of the last six.
It was getting late and Brett yawned and said it was time to head back to his apartment. But I knew he was hooked when he asked if we could play again sometime. Not trying to be too eager I agreed to do it again the coming Friday. Only after finding out he had no big date and no girlfriend at the time. In my mind I'm thinking 'yes' I can do this guy with a clear conscience. Did I mention my toys were great but a real warm body with a real working penis was way better than a plastic one, even if it had vibrating ears?
For the next three weeks we played gin on Friday nights. I figured it was time to up the level of play so to speak. I mentioned it was kind of boring just playing. Maybe we should up the stakes a little. Brett quickly told me he was real short on money. It seems he employer was in trouble and everyone had just taken a pay cut and on top of that he was still paying off his student loans. "So if you want to play for cash I am going to have to forget it."
