I tried to ignore my foxy neighbor and concentrate on my cards, but it wasn't easy. Margo was doing her best to shrug her bouncy tits out of her dress. The temptress arranged her poker chips in the shape of a cock and balls, and then nudged me to call my attention to her erotic artwork. She squeezed my knee and worked her way up my thigh. She groped the bulge in my crotch and found my hard-on, then she giggled, pulled her hand away, and tattled in her husband's ear.
I was winning the game despite the distractions. The Army had taught me much more than how to assemble an M-16; it had also taught me how to play a sharp game of Texas Hold 'em. Mom and Dad had invited me to play cards with them and the two swinging couples who had stopped by for an evening of Poker and wife-swapping. I tried not to seem too eager when I accepted. Margo and Penny were my mother's age, and all three of them were in their prime. Mom was the hottest, but the other two were almost as juicy.
My mother and father had reinvented themselves while I was away serving my country. Mom had always been beautiful, but she had never done much to enhance her inherent beauty. She rarely applied makeup. She considered hairdressers a waste of money, and preferred spending what she saved on a couple of steaks for her men. She bought most of her clothes at thrift shops. Dad was also inherently good-looking, but too many hours in front of the TV sipping beer had taken their toll.
I hardly recognized them when they picked me up at the airport. Mom was wearing a smart designer outfit. Her glossy black hair was made up in a trendy style. Her makeup had been applied with the skill of an artist. Her once chubby but now slender waist made her ample breasts seem even larger. Dad looked good, too. He had shed his flabby belly, had put on a bronze tan and, thanks to the miracle of hair transplants, had sprouted a full head of hair.
Mom and Dad insisted that I take a month-long vacation at home before starting work in Dad's construction company. I moved back into my old room and left it just the way it was, with model airplanes hanging from the ceiling and Farrah Fawcett posters plastered to the walls. As a teen, I had jacked off countless times while ogling Farrah's lovely breasts, and now, as a grown man, I was still at it. Some things never change.
It didn't take me long to figure out that Mom and Dad had taken up swinging. I had it figured out even before Dad confessed. He came to my room one evening and said he had something to tell me.
"I hope you won't be too disappointed in us. Your mother and I, well..uh..we have a new lifestyle. We decided that we weren't getting any younger, and that we had better start having some fun or we would miss out on it all. There's this thing called the sexual revolution..."
"Yeah, Dad, I've heard of it. You don't have to explain. You should be more careful with your swinger magazines. I found one under the couch. I even found your ad. That's a nice picture of Mom. Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourselves."
"It's your turn, Larry," Mom said. "Do you want to hold 'em or fold 'em?" My mind had drifted away from the game, and there I sat like a dumb-ass without any idea of what to do. The best thing to do in that situation is nothing, so I folded my hand. I needed to pay more attention to the game and less attention to the deep cleavage on all sides of me. Not that I was losing, on the contrary, I would have done even better if I hadn't let the others win an occasional hand. I didn't want my parent's friends to think I was a hustler.
"Well, I think it's time we switched games," Margo said. "Larry is winning all of our money anyway."
"Yeah, I agree," her husband Frank said. "This just isn't my night. Larry is getting all of the good cards. Let's move on to some adult fun - a little game of Strip Poker will get things started."
"Well, folks, I've been wanting to see that new Sharon Stone movie, so I'll be on my way," I said.
"The Hell you will, young man," Margo said. "You sit back down and don't you budge. After all the money you won from me, the least you can do is let me get a look at your soldier-boy body."
I glanced over at Mom and Dad. "It's okay, Larry," Dad said. "We're all adults here. I can tell by the way you've been looking at your mother that you're wondering what's underneath those sexy clothes. Now is your chance to find out."
There are probably a thousand variations of Strip Poker. Mom explained the rules for their version. "We play Five-card Draw. We deal the cards and after one draw the weakest hand must shed an item of clothing. When you are naked you drop out and the others continue."
"You left out one rule," Margo said.
"Maybe we better pass on that one for now," Mom said.
I sat staring at my cards. Suddenly, I was unable to calculate the odds. It was as though that book of probability charts in my brain had slammed shut. I lost the hand and kicked off a shoe. Margo lost the next hand, but instead of starting with something innocent, she shed her blouse to bare her bodacious teats. Her black, frilly bra barely covered her nipples. The sight made my cock stiffen, and it strained at the crotch of my pants. She suddenly hoisted the bra and freed her magnificent teats from their bondage. I thought I would cream my jeans when she brazenly leaned forward and ground those majestic mammaries against the back of my head.
"That's not fair," Mom said. "You took off two things instead of one."
