When Strip Poker Goes Bad
Sam wondered about his marriage. It had been a mostly happy five years. His wife Linda was a dark haired beauty with a body to die for. Although they didn't share a lot of common interests, they enjoyed eating meals together and had a healthy sex life. Linda had a fiery temper and could be argumentative, but mostly with others. Sam was easy-going to a fault and knew how to soothe his wife if she was in a mood.
But lately Sam felt a change. He was aware of other women and their interest in him. Angela at work who laughed uproariously at his jokes and seemed to always touch his arm and sit close to him at meetings. Michelle, the neighbor girl, who had a way of looking at him when they passed on the street that made him feel...Desired? Appreciated? Hard to put a finger on it, but it was there. He was sure of it.
And Linda? Sometimes her presence annoyed him and he was bothered by the snooty way she treated others. Lately she seemed so distracted--something as simple as answering the door at dinner and she turned moody and distant. Their sex life was suffering--Linda rarely initiated anything now and sometimes Sam felt it wasn't worth the effort.
He sighed as he adjusted his blue tie. Linda and he were going out to dinner and he wasn't looking forward to it. She could be rude to wait staff and it always made him uncomfortable, although he overtipped to make up for it.
"You almost ready?" Linda's voice broke into his thoughts. " Our reservation is in twenty minutes and traffic can be beastly. Last time--"
Sam tuned her out as he grabbed his wallet and car keys. For the first time in their marriage, he thought about asking for a divorce.
The restaurant was typical of the places Linda liked. Overpriced, snooty, trying too hard to be THE PLACE. Sam dutifully pushed in Linda's chair and sat across from her. She was wearing a loose yellow sundress and her hair was up. Sam appraised her as if she was a stranger. "She is very pretty," he thought. " But maybe I need something more.."
Their waiter came over with a supercilious manner and handed Linda a wine list.
"Would madam care to order the wine for your dinner?"
Linda leaned forward to read it, and Sam noticed the waiter's demeanor change. Something of his haughty manner disappeared and he seemed nervous and flustered as his eyes looked down at Linda. What was the pimple-faced geek of a waiter looking at? Sam sat up taller, and all became clear. The loose yellow dress gaped open and Linda's tits, looking even more impressive pushed up her overly tight bra, were clearly showing. He could see the young waiter trying not to look, then darting his gaze back to Linda's cleavage, then away, then back...
"He's checking out my wife's melons!" Sam thought. He knew he should be outraged, but instead he felt a little turned on. "Yeah, dude, that's what I got for me every night".
Sam pointed to something at the top of the menu, forcing Linda to lean even farther forward and exposing even more of her impressive chest. "What is this one, dear?"
He noticed the waiter swallow hard, his eyes glued to his wife's exposed cleavage.
"It's a CABIN-NET", Linda pronounced confidently. "Shall we order a bottle?"
"Give us a bottle of the CABERNET", Sam said, enunciating it carefully.
When he was gone, Sam realized he wanted to tantalize the young waiter some more.
He took Linda's hands and looked soulfully into her eyes.
"So nice to have some time away with you. But can I ask for something from you?"
"Oh, Sam! Of course!"
"Your pink bra doesn't really go well with that yellow dress. Can you take it off?"
Linda looked aghast. "Right here? I'd make a spectacle of myself!"
Sam laughed. "Just go to the lady's room and then slip it into your purse. C'mon honey, it would be so sexy".
Linda gave him a wicked smile. "If it would make you happy."
She was back a moment later, bending deeply before she sat down. Her round boobs looked wonderful, almost falling out of the loose necklace. Sam couldn't wait for the waiter to see them!
As if on cue, the young waiter appeared behind Sam, the uncorked bottle in his hand. He swirled some wine into Sam's glass then pivoted quickly to go behind Linda. Sam saw his eyes drop slyly down her dress. Abruptly, his hand shook as he tried to pour the wine. What a view he must have, Sam thought, feeling aroused with the thought.
Dinner was fine, but Sam hardly remembered what it was. Linda prattled on about something or other, Sam smiling and nodding. But what he noticed was the waiter constantly at their table and always standing directly behind Linda, eyes furtively dropping to her chest.
"More wine? How is your entree? Can I refill your water? Would you like dessert?"
Sam had him bring a dessert menu, than deliberately placed it away from Linda, forcing her to lean forward as they perused it together. Her boobs hung practically out of the yellow dress, the tops of her brown nipples clearly visible. As the waiter stood behind Linda, practically drooling, Sam pointed at various items forcing the waiter to lean forward and get ever closer to Linda's delightful tits.
"What's in this one? Is this one good? How do you pronounce this dessert?"
Linda, who loved dessert, was staring fixedly at the menu. The waiter was in boob heaven, not even trying to disguise his lustful gaze. Sam loved it.
A week later they had just sat down to dinner when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, " Linda said.
Sam raised a bite of lasagna to his mouth, when he began to get a little curious about who kept showing up at their house. He stood and snuck quietly out of the kitchen, finding a spot where he could peek and see the front door without being seen.
It was their neighbor, Gemmell, the big man who lived down the hall. Sam almost turned around and went back to eat, but saw the man's hands shoot out and grab the waist of Linda's stretch pants, tugging them forward. The big man laughed and said something Sam couldn't hear, as Linda struggled to pull her pants back.
What the hell? Did he just look at my wife's pussy? Sam flushed with anger...but also with something else that caused him to stay and watch rather than punch the lout in the face.
"Something something melons" Sam heard Gemmell say as his hands closed on Linda's bulging boobs. She squealed and slapped his hands, but he laughed and dug his fingers in.
HE COPPED A FEEL! Sam thought angrily.
"Damn, I wish he would take her shirt off right now" he thought.
Linda pushed him away and slammed the door as Sam hastily hustled back to his spot at the table, slightly ashamed of how hard his cock was from watching their gross neighbor manhandle his wife.
Thoughts of divorce fled Sam's mind, replaced by thoughts of how to show off his wife. He encouraged her to dress in a provocative way any time she went out and to sunbathe on their balcony nude ( it pleased him to notice all the attention she got from surrounding apartments that overlooked). When the doorbell rang, he found himself disappointed if it WASN'T Gemmell, and when it was pretended he was somewhere else while he secretly watched.
"Be back in a few! Gotta go the garage and get work papers from the trunk!"
Gemmell rarely disappointed, never losing an opportunity to get Linda out of her clothing. One time he pulled down her skirt, snatched her panties and ran. And Linda started to chase him! Butt-naked out in public! Until somebody wolf-whistled and she hustled back inside, red-faced. Another time Gemmell was accompanied by a dwarf, and after Gemmell wrestled her shirt off and removed her bra, the dwarf reached up and snapped clothespins on her nipples! The shrieks she made as she tried to get them off by bouncing her boobs!
Linda noticed the improvement in their sex life, but had no real idea where it was coming from. Maybe Sam just liked sexy clothes? Maybe no tan-lines was a turn-on?
A couple of weeks later, Sam was sitting at the kitchen table when Linda brought the mail in. She was wearing a tight pink shirt and tiny denim shorts. Sam wondered if anyone had been watching--their mailbox was positioned low, and Linda bent over in those shorts...
"Ridiculous! " Linda sneered after opening a white envelope. "Some people are just delusional!"
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"The neighbors up the street invited us to their party. That bitch Michelle and her cretin husband Greg. Like I'd really want to spend time with them!"
Sam gave her a serious look. "Hold on a minute, honey. I think we should go! They're reaching out to try and be friends..C'mon! We can just stay an hour or so and then I'll take you to that new sushi place."
"Ughh! Really, Sam? You really want to go? FINE! But only for an hour!"
The party was much louder than Sam knew Linda would be comfortable with.
"Take your coat?" Greg asked Linda obsequiously.
"No, I'll keep it on," Linda said coolly. "We can't stay long!"
"But I insist!" Greg said, tugging the long white jacket off her.
