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Texas Hold 'Em

By: Charles Petersunn



I have not submitted any stories in quite some time. I do apologize for that. Life doesn't always proceed as you would prefer. This story was written on the suggestion of a Literotica writer and award winner, Sack. I hope you enjoy my Texas Hold 'Em variation on the card game theme. Some understanding of the rules of Texas Hold 'Em would help, but it's not really necessary. Please note that it starts slowly and lasts awhile, but it can be read in parts.

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Penny was having some friends over. Her parents were out of town, and they said it was fine if she wanted to entertain some friends. They knew they could trust her. And, besides, she and her friends were all at least 18 years old. She was no longer really under her parents' authority. They did though still often act like parents. After all, she was still living at home and so they naturally continued to treat her as a child, no matter her age.

But, they did feel that they could trust Penny. Penny was a rather quiet girl. She had never gotten into any trouble, and she was dating that very nice boy, Teddy. Theodore clearly was not a boy who did dirty or bad things. Frankly, they wished that he was a bit more assertive, a bit more manly. He came across as rather timid, and they wanted their little girl to marry a strong, masculine man who would be able to care for and protect their daughter. Teddy did not convey much confidence in that regard.

Penny and Teddy had now been dating for some time though. Neither could be happier. It seems like they were made for each other. It hadn't been easy for them to get together (see "Penny Helps Teddy at the Library") but once they got past the initial awkwardness, the cautious flirtation, the fearful first touch, it just seemed to be getting better and better. Penny even stuck with Teddy through hard times (see "Penny and Teddy Teach Miss Harding a Lesson"), and Teddy even went into therapy to ensure the survival of their relationship (see "Teddy visits a therapist"). Penny does have a tendency to be a bit of a playful scamp, and for a time Teddy found it rather overwhelming. Dr. Lowenstein though proved to be a very helpful and skilled therapist, and it wasn't long before Teddy's problems were resolved.

Penny invited five friends over to play cards. Teddy would of course be there, but this was not a card game for Teddy. It was for Charlotte. Charlotte York was a very good friend of Penny's and she had a crush on Joey. But, she just couldn't get him to notice her. Joey though had in fact noticed her, but he couldn't get up the nerve to do anything about it. Penny felt a card game could be very helpful in breaking the ice. They would at least spend some time together, and Penny and Teddy could even use the game to help nudge them together. Actually, Penny was planning on providing a bit more than just a nudge.

Penny invited Samantha as well. Samantha Jones was a good friend of both Penny and Charlotte and Penny needed a buffer, a confederate. It would have been too obvious if she had invited just Charlotte and Joey. Nothing is more obvious than inviting, seemingly perchance, one single guy and one single girl over for an evening. Besides, Penny knew that she would need some moral support, if not an accomplice.

Samantha was known to be a bit of a flirt, and right now she had her sights on Christopher Garber. She said she would come as long as Penny invited Chris. That was fine with Penny, as she preferred an equal number of boys and girls, and hadn't been really sure of what specific guy to invite. Chris wasn't really close with Teddy, but he was pretty tight with Joey, which helped as well.

Penny had them sit boy, girl, boy, girl in a circle along her parents' deeply carpeted, living room floor. "It will be more fun this way and, besides," she said, as she playfully slapped Teddy on the shoulder, "this way I can keep my eye on Teddy." That caused a bit of chuckling, but it was in fact to ensure that Charlotte and Joey would be sitting next to each other, as she knew that Samantha would manage to get next to Chris. So, the circle went: Penny, Teddy, Charlotte, Joey, Samantha, and Chris. They were ready to play cards.

It started off as a rather fun and innocent game of cards. All of them were aware of the popularity of poker on television. Christopher and Teddy were in fact regular viewers of World Series Poker and World Poker Tour. Chris even had an account on both Party Pokers and Paradise Poker, online poker sights where, for a time, he could legally play poker for real money with people all around the world (if you were eighteen). In any case, those who hadn't ever played before did want to learn how to play Texas Hold 'Em. It looked like a fun game. So many people seemed to know how to play it, and Charlotte and Joey were eager to learn.

It was fun for awhile, but it didn't seem to have enough competitive edge. The girls just didn't seem to mind if they lost. This was understandable. They weren't playing for real money, and the girls were not naturally competitive. It seemed more fun to say, "All in!" than anxiety provoking. Bluffing was essentially impossible, 'cause even if you lost it wasn't like you were actually losing anything and, besides, Penny would just give you more chips. If she hadn't done that the evening would have been over in less than a few minutes, as the betting was so excessive.

Well, Penny hadn't been planning on staying with chips anyway. There was a way of making the betting a bit riskier, while at the same time helping Charlotte get Joey's attention. Penny smiled at her guests as she suggested, "Let's play for clothes!"

That was greeted with a resounding chorus of "What?!" "You're serious?!" "No way."

Samantha feigned being surprised, but Penny had already clued her in on the plan. "You don't seriously mean strip poker?" Charlotte, quite sincerely, asserted, "I'm not taking off any clothes," her face blushing at just having said something like that out loud.

"No, no, not really," Penny smiled reassuringly. "Don't be silly. Just enough to provide at least some motivation to win or, actually, not to lose. Or, we could play for money."

Nobody wanted to play for real money. None of them could afford to lose any real money, and they knew that winning money from someone could incur some ill will.

"Well," Samantha acquiesced, "if we can stop at any time. I mean, if we don't go too far with this."

"Oh, absolutely!" This was what Penny had previously told Samantha. They would just do enough to get Joey's attention. "If somebody doesn't want to play, they can stop at any time. Of course, they can't stay and watch if they aren't themselves playing. That wouldn't be terribly fair."

Charlotte knew she would be leaving. Her face never felt so hot. She turned away from Joey as she didn't want him to notice her blushing. And, besides, her face would become even redder if she noticed him looking at her.

Teddy and Chris were all grins. None of the boys, not even Teddy, would want to have to take off his clothes in front of a bunch of girls, at least if the girls weren't going to be naked themselves. However, based on how the game had been going so far, there would be little chance of that. The girls did not play well at all. It would be fun to see the girls take off at least something. Even if they didn't actually ever see anything, just the thought was plenty fun.

Teddy and Chris naturally looked over at Samantha, who had a bit of a knowing smile as well. Samantha was a rather striking girl. She had long blond hair, sweet red kissable lips, alluring oval green eyes, shapely curved legs, and the most roundest, perkiest breasts a boy probably has ever seen. She was quite pleased with them, often wearing Templeton uniform blouses a size too small to show them off, as she was doing so at the moment, leaning back and jutting them out.

As Charlotte turned away from Joey her eyes naturally went to Samantha's rather obvious display. She could imagine what Joey was thinking now and she didn't like it. Charlotte was herself actually quite pretty, with large, blue eyes sparkling beneath her fragile spectacles, along with rosy cheeks, an engaging giggle, and the cutest of dimples. However, she was quite short with barely any tits at all, which had always been a disappointment for her, and her personality matched well her petite frame. She was not at all assertive or self-confident. She just couldn't imagine playing a game of strip poker, letting guys actually see her, see how small she was. What if they laughed? What if Joey laughed? She glanced again at Samantha's breasts. How could Joey prefer hers over those? She wondered if she should just leave right now, but the thought of leaving Joey alone with Samantha seemed just about as bad. She didn't know what to do and, consistent with her usual manner, she didn't assert herself at all. 

Penny explained the rules. This would not be no limit Texas Hold 'Em. In fact, it wasn't even going to be pot limit. Each bet would be limited to just one article of clothing; otherwise, the game might end before they even got through one hand, and they obviously didn't want to take this too far. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief at that. Teddy furrowed his brow in disappointment.

The first hand is dealt.

Everyone was feeling very apprehensive, with perhaps the exception of Chris. He was confident in his poker skills. He did pretty well in his internet games.

Before she looked at her cards, Samantha expressed a concern. "You know, the boys have a pretty big advantage here. They won't be revealing much of anything in removing their shirts, whereas," she added with a proud smile, "I think they would rather enjoy seeing us remove our blouses."

They were all wearing a comparable amount of clothes, as they were dressed in their Templeton uniforms. At Templeton, all of the students had to wear a traditional school uniform. The girls wore white blouses with black ties, plaid skirts that had to go beyond the knee, white socks, black shoes, and, of course, white panties and bras. The boys wore white shirts, black slacks, black narrow ties, and black shoes. 

Chris suggested in response. "Actually, you girls have the advantage of having an additional article of clothing. We just have the shirt."

Samantha turned to Chris and asked, seemingly quite innocently, although her breast was pressed against his shoulder. "Chris, what article of clothing would that be?"

It was Chris's turn to blush. She knew full well what article of clothing he was referring to. He didn't see why he should have to say it out loud. "Your," his voice then became quieter, "brassiere."

Samantha giggled. "Do you think I'm wearing a brassiere?" Samantha asked, pressing her breast deeper into his arm.

Chris was feeling quite flustered, as was Charlotte. She couldn't believe that Samantha was talking so openly about this. Penny smiled, enjoying the spectacle of Samantha's playful flirtation.

"You know you are," Chris responded in frustration.

"Yes, but how did you know? Can a boy really tell?" Samantha leaned back away from Chris, looked down at her breasts and asked, "I can't see it through my blouse. How can you tell, Chris?" She so much liked drawing a boy's attention to her breasts.

Chris though would not bite, much as he would like to. "You just can."

"Well, that hardly matters though, does it, really? I kind of think letting you see my brassiere is worth a lot more than you letting me see your chest, as handsome and muscular it must be." Chris sighed with frustration, although he did appreciate the compliment, assuming that she wasn't actually trying to make fun of him. He then wondered if perhaps she was.

Penny did not want to have a rebellion that ended the game on the verge of its beginning. She offered a modification to the rules to make the game fairer. "We can say that the girls first just have to unbutton their blouses."

Charlotte's eyes widened in shock. She was assuming all along that it would go no farther than shoes and socks. "We're going to unbutton?"

Penny tried to reassure her. "It probably won't even go that far. The boys will quit before we get there." Teddy and Chris though knew full well that they wouldn't quit if it got to the point that the girls would have to unbutton their blouses. Joey wasn't at all sure though how he felt about this. He would certainly like to see Charlotte unbutton her blouse, but not if she didn't really want to do it.

Chris pressed his point. "We then have only one bet, our shirts, to the girls' six buttons!" The boys' and girls' uniforms each contained six buttons. That was quite a discrepancy. One bet for the boys, six for the girls.

"Alright," Penny offered, "two buttons at a time, but, please, we're probably not going to get that far anyway." Charlotte again felt better.

A three to one ratio did appear fair to the boys, as they really had little to lose when it came to their shirts. Chris though did now feel uncomfortable about removing his shirt, after what Samantha had said, but he knew that it still wouldn't compare to the girls unbuttoning their blouses. In fact, when the boys thought about it, it was really still a pretty good deal, as just seeing the girls in just their brassieres would be awfully cool, to say the least. Samantha was really right about that. And, on top of that, they felt a bit cocky about their ability to beat the girls at Texas Hold 'Em. They agreed to the rule. Charlotte and Samantha acquiesced, Charlotte a little surprised that Penny didn't ask she or Samantha whether the modification was sufficient but, as she had said, they wouldn't get that far anyway.

They picked up their cards. Being the hosts, Penny and Teddy had the onerous responsibility of being the small and large blinds, respectively. They were each committed to making a bet before even seeing their cards. The small and large blinds would rotate around the circle. The small blind was just a shoe. The large blind was both shoes.

Charlotte was the first to bet. She was dealt ace, four, off suit. What a way to start. She was frankly hoping that she could just maintain a low profile, never really participating at all until the game soon ended when someone actually had to reveal something. Well, it was at least clear that they were now playing for something that meant something. She would have easily stayed in with ace-four when it didn't mean anything, but now she was not the least bit sure. She thought, 'You have to stay with an ace, don't you?' But, still, somebody was bound to pair up and she was essentially just hoping to draw another ace to win. She could feel her heart fluttering. She mucked her cards. It was just too stressful.

Joey was dealt four and seven, suited. He could try to draw for a flush or a straight. He called the two shoes. A few "aaahs" and "ooohs" could be hard. They had a game.

Samantha was dealt eight and jack, off suit. She thought about it but mucked her cards.

Chris was dealt king and ten, off suit. He felt very good about his hand, as well he should. He raised a sock, generating considerably more "ooohs" and "aaahs." It was clear that this game would not last very long at all.

It was back to the small blind, Penny. She was already committed to her shoe, but all she had was a five and ten, off suit. She folded.

"Off with the shoe!" Teddy exclaimed. Penny was the first loser, which was rather appropriate, as this game was her idea. She feigned reluctance but was grinning the whole time as she reached down, removed her shoe, and tossed it aside, to the accompaniment of good natured teasing and laughter. Even Charlotte giggled. Shoes and socks were more fun than chips, and it was really quite innocent.

It was then Teddy's turn, the large blind, already committed to two shoes. He only had to call a sock, and he had a pair of sevens. He knew that Chris must have a pretty good hand to be raising, particularly at these stakes. Still, actually, it really wasn't much of a stake. Who cares about shoes and socks? This would be a good time to bluff, to assert yourself early in the game. Perhaps Chris was indeed bluffing. Chris did know how to play the game. Teddy called.

Back to Joey. He was also now committed to two shoes, but he no longer felt so good about his four and seven, suited. It was quite difficult to draw to a flush or a straight, and it was clear that Chris and Teddy must have good hands. He mucked, to groans of disappointment and charges of being a wimp. But, he did pay the price of having to remove both of his shoes. Charlotte giggled as she watched Joey remove his shoes.

Joey was surprised at how uncomfortable it felt to remove his shoes. It wasn't like he was revealing anything personal, but it did feel a bit embarrassing to be forced to remove any amount of clothes in front of girls, particularly Charlotte. He was also frankly worried that maybe his feet might stink a bit.

It was now just Teddy and Chris. Penny dealt the flop. The others watched expectantly, eyes intently on the back of the cards as they were dealt into the middle of their circle. Penny turned over the flop. It was an ace of clubs, king of diamonds, and five of spades. No help at all to Teddy and a darn good chance that he was now holding the smaller pair. He frowned, but then quickly tried to put on a straight poker face.

And he was right to be concerned. Chris grinned, at least to himself. It was a very good flop for him and he knew it.

Charlotte openly frowned. She would have had a pair of aces if she had stayed, most likely the largest hand. Her timidity was always leaving her behind.

It was Chris's turn to bet. He considered sandbagging Teddy, trying to draw him into betting. But, he didn't want to press his luck with another draw that might turn against him. "I bet the other sock."

The girls applauded his aggressive move, and they tried to goad Teddy into calling. Penny in particular pushed Teddy to make the call. "C'mon Teddy, you're not going to let him intimidate you like that, are you? Aren't you going to show me how strong and brave you are?"

Everyone laughed at that. "Thanks," Teddy sarcastically replied. He folded. The stakes just seemed to be too high. He was already in pretty deep, and he no longer felt good about his cards. He pulled off his shoes and one of his socks.

Everyone applauded Chris's victory. It only seemed fitting, as he was the best player, although Teddy would have an argument with that despite the outcome of this last hand. Chris smiled in triumph and glanced at Samantha, who smiled back. It was now his turn to jut out his chest, and he took full advantage of it.

Penny dealt the second hand.

As she did so, Chris raised a friendly objection. "You know, it's not like I won anything, you know. If we were playing for chips, I would at least get the chips."

Teddy responded, "Well, it's not like you have any use for my shoes."

Penny added, "You would get to see us take off our shoes."

"Yea, but, so did everyone else, and they didn't even play." That did appear to be a valid point.

Penny responded, "Well, if I have to take off my socks, you can keep them, if you want."

Chris wasn't really interested in Penny's socks, but he imagined how nice it would be if they did in fact play for her panties. That he would enjoy winning.

Teddy and Charlotte were now the small and large blinds, respectively. It was Joey's turn to open. He had a Motown, a Jackson Five, a jack and five, off suit. It wasn't a particularly good hand, and he was already down two shoes. He folded.

Samantha had a q-tip, a queen and ten, a very nice draw. "I'll call two shoes," she said, and was greeted by a considerable amount of nervous laughter.

Chris had an ace and seven, off suit. "I'll call as well," and the tension increased.


Texas Hold Em



Poker has taken off in the UK as a pastime in the last couple of years, and it seems all our friends have Texas Hold'em Poker sets. We regularly play when we're at our friend's houses, or when we have friends here for dinner. We all normally stop over at each others houses when we have dinner parties, so we can all drink and not worry about driving.

There's a group of eight of us who play about once a month, John and Jenny, Carl and Dawn, Steve and Kate, and me and Anna. The girls were all quite enthusiastic players, and occasionally one of them would win, but usually the men would win out. As the poker nights can be quite late affairs it's not unusual for those that fall by the wayside to drift off to bed while the last three or four slug it out until the early hours.

At first we just played for chips, but as time went by we all got a little more confident or adventurous, and we started playing for a few quid. The idea being that we all put an agreed amount into the pot at the beginning of the night in exchange for the chips, and the winner takes the whole pot.

It worked well, it added a little edge to the games, but wasn't overly expensive.

But slowly the size of the stake got a little higher, and higher. So what started at a couple of pounds per person, became five, then ten, etc. etc. Last night, at Johns it hit an all time high - £100 per person and with eight of us sitting down, that was a tidy little sum to the winner at the end of the night. The £100 had bought each of us 5,000 chips.

The game was no different to every other night we played. About an hour went past before the first casualty. Kate had evidently got a something good in the hole, as she started to bet heavy after the flop, and while most of us folded, Carl and Jenny matched her chip for chip. When the river card went down she went all in and Carl and Jenny both called her. Kate held a pair of tens that sat nicely with the ten and pair of kings on the street. Jenny turned over her two hearts that completed her flush, so she was out. Then Carl turned over his two cards. A king and a nine, giving him a better full house than Kate. So we lost two ladies in one go.

The game continued for a while with each of us making small gains and small wins, but slowly my pile of chips was getting smaller and smaller. In the end I went all in looking for a diamond in the river, only for a spade to drop and bust my flush. So I was down and out. I decided to sit and watch the game for a while, and at around 11.30pm Dawn went down for the final time as well. She went through to the lounge to join the other ladies leaving Anna at the table with Carl, John and Steve. 

She was going well as well. Just a little ahead of the boys. 

The game played on, with no really good hands coming out and no heavy betting, but Anna was slowly getting further ahead of the lads by taking less risks.

It was around 1am that the first good hands hit the table. All four of them had bet 500 on the deal. The flop drew another 500 each. Carl opened with another 500 on the turn, John and Steve both folded, and Anna called. The river card drew a 1000 from Carl, and Anna called again. They both had a full house, but Carl's three kings beat Anna's three queens. 

The next hand opened the same way, with heavy betting on the deal and flop. This time John opened on the turn, Steve folded, Anna called, and Carl folded. The river drew a 1,000 bet from John and Anna called, turning up a full house of Aces and Kings. John just smiled and turned over four two's.

Anna had dropped 5,000 in two hands, and her pile of chips was now smaller than John and Carls.

The next hand opened a little more sedately, with each player in for just 500 when the river card was turned. Steve opened with another 100, and Anna raised him 100. Carl called, and John raised another 100. This carried on for three rounds of betting, before they all called, and Steve picked up the pot. Three reasonably big pots in a row, and Anna had lost each of them.

The game slowed a little, there were no good hands coming again, but the boys were eating into Anna's chips round by round. Her pile was down to about 2,000 when the next big hands hit. 

Carl opened with 500, Steve folded, and John and Anna called. After the flop Carl went another 500, and John and Anna called. The next car drew 500 from Carl again, Steve folded and Anna called. The river card was turned, and Carl bet 2,000. Anna had around 500 left. She looked crestfallen. She evidently had a good hand and wanted to bet more. 

"Can I buy some more chips?" she asked the lads. 

Steve and John looked at Carl, who said "I'll give you 3,000 in exchange for your blouse".

"You've got to be joking" she replied.

"I never joke about poker" he replied " and lets face it, we've all been down the beach together, we've seen you in a bikini, so you shouldn't be embarrassed."

"Yeah, but we were all together then, this time it's just me and you guys" she replied

"Well" he said "it's your call. I'll give you 3,000, you give me your blouse, and we play, or your out the game."

She thought about it for a while, and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off and handed it to Carl. You could feel the tension in the air. It was true we had all been down the beach together, but this was somehow far more sexual -- partly because her nipples were rock hard, and clearly visible through the skimpy lace cup of her bra.

Carl gave her the 3,000 and she called him.

They both had full houses, but Carl's queens beat her jacks, and he scooped up the pot.

The game continued, with some small pots going this way and that way -- Anna sitting there with the four guys, with just her little lacy bra covering her beautiful breasts. I swear they were throwing hands away from time to time to build her confidence and keep her in the game.

Anyway six or seven hands passed, when Anna opened with 300. This Carl immediately folded, but Steve and John called her. The next three cards were turned, and Anna bet another 300. Steve followed and so did John. The next card drew 300 from Anna, and Steve raised her 1,000, John followed. She was short of chips again.

"Will you let me have some more chips?" she asked Carl

He looked at her cards, and offered her 5,000 in exchange for her skirt. Reminding her that it would still only be like sitting in her bikini.

She didn't even negotiate. She stood up, unfastened her skirt and slid it down over her hips and thighs. The guy's eyes were glued to her knickers. They were a match for her bra, thin, lacy, and almost see through. You could easily make out her pussy hair through them.

She passed her skirt to Carl and took the chips. She raised 1,000, and Steve saw her but John raised her 2,000. Anna took a long hard look at her cards, and called him. 4,000 of her chips had already gone. Steve pushed a big pile of chips into the pot "10,000 raise" he said, Carl called him, and she was short again.

" I can't believe you did that" she said. "why didn't you just call? You know I can't match your bet."

"Oh but I think you could if you wanted too" said Steve 

"I don't have enough chips" she replied

"Then buy some more" he said

"But I've only got my bra and knickers left" she said

"I don't have enough to cover the bet for you" said Carl

"Ok, if I lose I'll take my bra off" she said.

"No way" said Steve, "Whatever you bet has to be on the table, and nice though your tit's might be, a quick look ain't worth £800"

"You'd want me to take it off now?" she asked

"I don't think the bra covers it." Said John. "We can see your nipples quite clearly as it is, so we wouldn't be gaining much for the chance of you picking up the full £800"

"What do you think Anna, bra and knickers in the pot to see what we've got?" asked Steve.

"But it's not the full £800, is it" she replied. "If I win you've each got some chips left." 

"We know, but you'll be sitting with almost all of them, So you'll end up the winner." Carl added.

She thought about it for a while, then asked "So when I win the hand I get to put the bra and knickers back on?"

"Of course" came the reply.

She reached behind her and unclipped the bra, easing it down over her arms, and exposing her now naked tits to the other three guys. She dropped it into the pot. The she stood up, and pushed her knickers down over her hips, briefly exposing her pubic bush, before dropping them into the pot"

"I call" she said.

The five cards on the table were the Queen of Clubs, Jack of Diamonds, Ten of Clubs, Eight of Hearts, and Eight of Clubs.

Anna laid her two eight's down -- four of a kind.

Steve smiled and dropped two low clubs on the table -- good but not good enough to beat Anna's hand.

John sighed heavily "two clubs as well" he declared. Anna reached forward to claim the pot. "Not so quick" he said, "I've got the nine and jack -- straight flush beats four of a kind, my pot I think".

Anna was completely deflated. She had lost. She was sitting naked at the table with three of our friends, and still had to play out the rest of her chips. 

John was way ahead of the game now though -- he had around 36,000, Carl had about 3,000, and Steve and Anna less than a 1,000 each. But somehow the boys managed to string the game along, keeping the betting low, and Anna was picking up some chips. About thirty minutes had passed, with Anna sitting playing nude and getting more comfortable by the minute before Steve finally bit the dust. Carl went down in the next hand, leaving just Anna and John.

John had dropped a couple of thousand, and Anna was sitting with about 6,000.

"Well, Anna, it's been fun playing for the last half hour, with you sitting there naked, but there's just the two of us left now -- what do you say we finish it all on one hand" said John

"What my 6,000 against your 34,000?" she asked.

"Not quite, I want a little side bet as well" he replied.

"What are you suggesting -- I'm already naked, isn't that enough?" she asked.

"What I was thinking was this" he replied. "You win, and you get the chips and your clothes, but if I win you dance for us for five songs, it'll give us the chance to appreciate that sexy little body of yours properly."

"Just dancing, nothing else, just dancing." She said.

"That's right" he replied.

"And if I win, I just take the money and my clothes?" she asked.

"That's right" he replied.

"OK, deal the cards" she said.

Carl picked up the pack, shuffled, and dealt two cards to each player. Anna turned up the queen of diamonds and the eight of hearts, John held two sevens, hearts and spades. 

Carl dealt the next three cards to the centre of the table -- eight of diamonds, queen of hearts, seven of clubs. So after the flop John was ahead, with three sevens to Anna's two pairs.

The turn was the eight of spades -- Anna was holding a full house to John's three of a kind. Then came the river card. For Anna it was a crushing sight, the only card that could give John the winning hand, the seven of diamonds.

John's four of a kind beat Anna's full house. He collected up the chips. "Lets go through to the lounge for the show then" he said.

In the lounge, John went straight to the CD player, and quickly programmed five songs in, then sitting on the sofa he motioned my naked wife Anna to the center of the room. He then pressed play, and the first track burst into life. Everything I Do by Bryan Adams. Anna started to sway gently to the music, slowly dancing around the room so that each of the men got a reasonable view of her naked body.

As the track faded out John stood up, and moved over to Anna -- "this next dance is mine" he said, wrapping his arms around her as Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits came on. 

He held Anna tightly to him as they smooched around the room. His hands slowly sliding down her back until they cupped the cheeks of her bottom. As they dance he slowly repositioned her so that one of his legs was constantly between hers, and his hands pulled her bottom into him, so her pussy had to be rubbing up and down his thigh.

The song started to fade out, and Steve tapped John on the shoulder and took his place to claim his dance with Anna to the opening strains of Jealous Guy by Roxy Music. His hands wen straight to her bottom, and gently squeezed her cheeks, as he pulled her pussy into his leg, to continue where john had left off. Ad they danced he bent his head forward and gently nibbled and kissed Anna's neck -- which is something she really loves, and a big turn on. His hands drifted up and down her back, caressing every inch, and as he ran them up her sides he was lightly touching the curve of her breasts.

Again, as the song faded, Carl stepped in and kept Anna dancing through the fourth track -- Will You by Hazel O'Connor. Again, he carried on where Steve had left off, his leg straight between Anna's, ensuring that her pussy was rubbed up and down his thigh with every step they took. One hand reached down and gripped her bottom tight, pulling her onto his leg all the time. His other hand roamed up and down her back and side. He'd turned her ever so slightly, so one of her pert breasts was on view all the time as well, while the other was pulled tight into his chest. As he kissed her neck his hand rose slowly up, and he cupped her breast fully. They danced round and round as he massaged her breast, squeezed her bottom, and rubbed her pussy up and own his leg.

As the song faded, Carl spun her around, so that her back was towards him, and her naked breasts and pussy were facing out into the room. The hand that was previously gripping her bottom slid down till his fingers were touching her pubic hair, and his other hand wrapped around her chest and cupped her breast, with her distended nipple between his finger and thumb.

The next song started Lady in Red by Chris de Burgh. Carl carried on dancing, and Steve and John got up to join them. All three guys had there arms around her now, gently spinning her round and round, so that her breasts and nipples were constantly being touched and squeezed by different hands. Then Steve wrapped his arms around her, and his fingers disappeared between her legs. Carl bent forward slightly and took a nipple into his mouth, and John followed suit on the other breast. The dancing had stopped, but the music played on.

Anna was being ravished by my three friends in front of my eyes -- and I was loving every minute of it. Steve had both hands between her legs now, and was fingering her pussy. While Carl and John worked feverishly on her nipples. They gently moved her backwards towards the coffee table, and then eased her down, so she was sitting right on the edge. Carl knelt between her legs, and pushed them open. Steve laid her back on the coffee table, so she was fully exposed, and John took one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand. 

Carl's head slipped between her thighs and his tongue licked around her pussy lips and clit. Meanwhile Steve had pushed his trousers and jockey's down, and was rubbing his swollen cock against her lips. 

Carl followed suit the other end, slipping his trousers down and running his cock up and down her pussy lips. Anna opened her mouth to say something, but never got the chance, because as soon as she did Steve pushed his cock forward and into her mouth, and at the same time Carl sank his cock into her pussy.

As Carl thrust deep into her pussy Steve got the benefit of having her head pushed deep into his groin, and his cock disappeared down her throat. John was pushing his trousers off while he continued to lick and suck at her breasts.

Carl moved slowly at first, savouring every thrust as his cock slid deep inside my wife's pussy. Then he began to quicken his strokes, until he was hammering home every stroke like a steam train. Steve just knelt there, as Carl's movements forced Anna's mouth up and down his cock. When Carl rammed home, I could see the head of Steve's cock making her throat bulge. I don't think I'd ever been that deep in her mouth before.

Then Carl told John to move away as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and erupted all over her stomach, spurt after spurt of warm sticky semen shot over her stomach, into her pussy hair, and over her breasts. Steve pulled his cock out of her mouth and took over between her legs, and John took his place at her head. 

Steve didn't last as long as Carl had, but then he had had the benefit of a fantastic blow job as well, so it wasn't surprising that it only took a minute or so for him to reach boiling point and add his cum to Carl's all over her body. 

Then John moved between her legs -- last man up as it were. Again he started slowly, sliding his cock deep inside her and then pulling back so just the tip was left inside. He was intent on making the most of his chance to fuck my wife. His pace quickened, and as he thrust deep inside her her breasts moved back and forth up and down, and the semen from the other two slowly dribbled down her side and onto the coffee table.

His pace quickened, and soon he was fucking her with a real urgency. As he was fucking her he started to lift her up towards him, and as he pulled her into a half siting position he thrust deep inside one last time, pulled his cock out, and then shot his cum into her face, hair and breasts.

Once the guys had all fucked her, Anna headed off for a shower and to bed. We cleaned the coffee table, to hide the evidence from the other wives, and agreed that tonight had probably been a one off, but we'd love to repeat it with one of the other wives sometime if we could...



Texas Hold 'Em



Penny had a six and eight, suited, clubs. It wasn't a real good hand, particularly with two persons already deciding to stay in, but she felt that, as the hostess, she should take the most risks. "I'll call."

"Oh my gosh," Charlotte exclaimed, her hand going to her mouth. Three players in so far, and they hadn't even yet got to the blinds!

Teddy, the small blind, had a gold rush, four and nine, off suit. He was already in for a sock, but his cards were terrible. He mucked. "Teddy!" Penny complained. She furrowed her brow at him. She knew that if this was going to work, the two of them would have to take the lead.

"Hey" he replied, as he removed his other sock, "I've taken off more than you!" It was a very good point, but he did get her message.

Charlotte had an ace and six, off suit, pretty much like last time, and she would have won last time if she had stayed, at least it appeared that way. Her heart was racing. Why couldn't she at least get either a pair of face cards or two really bad cards? Why did it have to be so difficult to decide? The fact was though she was already in for two shoes, so there was really no decision. At this point it was a free look at the flop, or at least she had already paid to see it, but she would prefer to be able to simply fold and not have to suffer the tension of seeing the flop.

"Would you like to raise?" Penny asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Oh no, no!" Charlotte exclaimed. Samantha giggled at her evident nervousness.

The dealer flopped two aces and king, a very strong flop indeed. Charlotte breathed a deep sigh of relief. There was no way she was going to lose the hand with three aces.

It was Samantha's bet. She now had four to a straight. But, only two chances to get it, and it was quite possible that either Penny, Chris, or Charlotte had an ace or a king. She checked, hoping against hope that everyone would check and let her draw free to the turn.

Chris said, "Bet one." What was being bet wasn't entirely clear, as it depended on what one had already bet or lost, but it was clear to the person who would have to call.

Penny knew that she was dead in the water. Only one of the three flop cards was a club and somebody must have an ace or a king, probably Chris, and probably an ace. If he only had a king, he wouldn't bet, seeing two aces on the flop. She quietly said, "I fold."

"Off they come!" everyone yelled, and Penny smiled again as she removed her remaining shoe plus one sock. She turned to Teddy and said, "There, are you happy?" as she tossed her sock into his lap.

"Yes, actually I am," Teddy replied with a smile, "but I'm still one sock ahead." Actually, he was one sock behind, but with respect to making a sacrifice he was indeed ahead.

Charlotte looked Chris squarely in the eye, smiled boldly and said, "I'll raise you back." They all gasped. That was indeed a shock. Nobody would expect Charlotte to be so aggressive. Palms were now beginning to sweat.

It was back to Samantha. She wasn't going to get a free draw, and it was just too difficult to try to draw to a straight. She fidgeted and squirmed, pulling on her skirt with her hands. If she wanted to bluff, she wasn't doing a very good job. There was simply no way she should call. "Oh my, alright, I fold."

"Off they come!"

Samantha grinned sheepishly as she removed her shoes. It wasn't a real loss. She didn't mind. It was all in good fun.

Back to Chris, who had been raised. To call would be to bet both of his shoes and socks. He wondered what Charlotte must have. She must have an ace. There was simply no way that Charlotte would stay in this game without a fantastic hand. She could be bluffing, of course. The innocent girl who pretends not to know the game would be in prime position to bluff. But, then again, she might be so ignorant that she doesn't really have a good hand at all. No, she must have an ace and she probably has the better kicker. His seven wasn't so good. Still, there was a king out there. No way does she have ace and king. And, besides, how does one fold three aces? He had to stay. "I'll call," he replied, and Charlotte covered her face with her hands.

Charlotte realized that he must have an ace as well. Perhaps two aces? No, wait, he couldn't have two aces, as there were only four in the deck. Maybe he had two kings? No, she would still win, wouldn't she? Maybe he has ace and king?

Penny turned over the turn card. It was a jack. Samantha groaned. She had folded a straight.

Both Charlotte and Chris didn't like seeing the jack, as neither of them had good kickers, although perhaps they would just tie if neither of them had a king or a jack. It was the best of five and so neither of them would be using their other down card. They both checked. Penny turned over the river. It was a seven. Chris had the best hand, hands down. But, he didn't know that for sure. Still, if Charlotte already had a boat, she would have bet it. Aces over kings or jacks is a pretty powerful hand, to say the least. "I'll raise."

It was a very bold bet, and well played. Charlotte groaned. She knew that she was in trouble. How could he be raising if he didn't have three aces beat? But, how could she fold three aces? You could if it meant removing your clothes. She hadn't really expected the game to go this far. She glanced at Penny, her good friend. Penny smiled reassuringly but didn't offer any help. She took a deep breath and said, "I call."

Everyone felt so bad for Charlotte. Actually, Penny didn't. She needed Charlotte to get into the game and a part of her, a big part of her, wanted her to lose, at least a little bit, even though she knew how stressful that would be for her.

Penny dealt the river, a five.

"I bet," Chris quickly responded.

"I fold," Charlotte as quickly replied.

Chris smiled, and Penny reached over to Teddy and took back her sock. "Here, Chris, you can have my sock!"

"Gee, thanks," he replied. Feeling a little cocky, he added, "Will I get more later?"

Penny replied, "Are you talking about my panties?" Quite a bit of nervous laughter greeted that comment. Charlotte and Samantha surely expected it would never come to that. Chris though just enjoyed the contemplation of that idea.

Chris diplomatically showed everyone his hand. Most people don't show their hands, but this was a game amongst friends and, besides, he felt that if persons saw that he wasn't bluffing, it would be easier to bluff in the future. Perhaps as well though he was just feeling generous, thinking about Penny handing over her panties.

With the revelation of Chris's hand, Charlotte saw that she had made the right decision to fold. She felt better about that but it didn't make it any easier to remove her shoes, socks, and tie. It would take a lot for her to stay in any future hand.

Penny dealt the third hand.

Charlotte and Joey had the small and large blinds. It was Samantha's turn to bet. She had a flat tire, jack and four, off suit. She mucked her hand. Chris had a Dolly Parton, a nine and five, off suit. He mucked his hand.

Penny had an eight and ten, off suit. She called. Charlotte groaned. She wasn't particularly good at having a poker face.

Teddy had a Jack Daniels, a jack and seven. He called. He knew he shouldn't, in principle, but he had gotten the message from Penny. He had to participate.

"Oh man," Charlotte moaned. She had boxcars, a pair of tens. It was a strong hand. The other two players had limped in. She really shouldn't fold. In fact, the strong move might be to raise, but she was not a strong person. She just called, and she really, really, didn't want to do even that. But, she really did have to. She was already committed to one bet. She was only just adding one additional bet, and how could she lose with a pair of tens?

Joey had a Kojak, a king and jack, suited, a very strong hand. The pair of tens was still the better hand, having a 31% chance of winning with six people compared to 25% for the king-jack. But, Joey had a very reasonable chance of pairing up on the flop, and it would then be a strong pair, and he certainly didn't know that Charlotte had the better hand. In any case, he was already committed to the hand. It was either stay put or raise. He didn't raise.

The dealer, Penny, flopped eight, deuce, and king. Joey had indeed paired up. He now had the best hand.

Penny had paired her eights, but quite possibly she was holding the smaller pair. She checked. Teddy wasn't helped at all by the flop. He checked. He knew that he was a lost cause. Penny better appreciate the sacrifice he was making.

Charlotte contemplated her situation. She potentially had the second best pair. Three persons had stayed in. Probably two of them had at least a face card, but neither Teddy nor Penny bet. If they had paired a king, they would've bet, so she felt. She could feel her heart fluttering. She checked.

Joey could see that none of the other players felt good about their hands. He bet a sock. Penny and Samantha giggled, Teddy and Chris smiled.

It certainly didn't look like Penny's pair of eights would win. But, she called, much to the dismay of Charlotte. She figured Penny must have a pair of kings, if not Joey.

Teddy folded. Penny smiled and applauded. Teddy was being a good sport. She would have to give him a special reward later that evening for being so nice. Teddy ruefully took of his tie and then his belt. Charlotte looked away. It was getting down to a moment of truth. She turned to Penny. Shouldn't the game end now? Would she really let Teddy take off his belt?

She looked at her own hand. "What do I do?" she groaned. She was clearly tortured. How could one fold a pair of tens?

Joey felt ambivalent. There was a big part of him that wouldn't mind Charlotte losing, a part of him that was growing in strength, quite literally. But, he didn't like watching her suffer. Charlotte covered her face with both her hands and whispered, "I'll call."

Everybody cheered. This was clearly very painful for Charlotte, but it was also quite a bit of fun to watch.

Penny dealt the turn card. It was a ten.

Charlotte clapped her hands with glee and squealed, "Goody!" She really couldn't become a professional poker player.

Penny now had two-pair, but given Charlotte's reaction she didn't feel too good about it. She sighed with exaggerated resignation and checked.

Charlotte grinned and said triumphantly, "I bet." Charlotte felt very, very comfortable. The only hand that could be better than hers right now was trip kings, and she seriously doubted that Joey was holding a pair of kings.

Joey smiled for Charlotte. He folded. He had lost, but he felt better about losing than Charlotte losing. He removed his socks and his tie. Charlotte was clapping and giggling at the sight, although blushing a bit in sympathy for Joey, or perhaps at her own pleasure in enjoying the sight of him removing his tie for her, as if he was some sort of male stripper. Her face reddened at the thought of Joey being a stripper for her. Maybe this game was kind of fun?

Penny folded as well. She removed her second sock and then stood up. She stood up before her friends and took her time removing her tie. She could see the boys enjoying the sight. Charlotte and even Samantha felt a little uncomfortable. Thank goodness it wasn't them, but they realized that they were really only one bad hand away from joining Penny. Samantha didn't mind flirting, but she wasn't so sure that she would actually be willing to go through with it. Charlotte could feel perspiration forming under her arm. She wished she had used her double strength deodorant. Perhaps this game had gone as far as it should go? The boys' eyes really widened at the sight of Penny removing her belt. All that she had on now were her blouse, skirt, brassiere, and panties. She wasn't actually showing anything more than what she had an hour ago, but there was something about seeing a girl undo her uniform tie and remove her belt. Penises were awakening within slacks. Penny sat back down, crossed legged, pushing her skirt down in a gesture of modesty that only reminded everyone of her quite weak position within the game.

Penny dealt the fourth hand.

Joey and Samantha now had the small and big blinds, respectively. Chris had the opening bet. He was now the only person who hadn't yet removed any clothes. He knew what this advantage provided. He could perhaps bully the other players into folding, forcing the blinds to fold, forcing them to dig themselves deeper and deeper into their holes. He was dealt a four and seven, off suit. He raised. It was a stone cold bluff. Penny smiled. She had pocket queens, cowgirls, a very strong hand. But, she just called. She would let Chris think that he had the stronger hand. She seriously doubted that he really did.

Not surprisingly, Teddy folded, as did Charlotte. Charlotte in fact had pretty good cards, king and eight, off suit. But, she was just happy to be able to stay entirely out of a hand, leaving the tension and pressure to others.

Joey had the small blind. He was already into the hand for a belt. If he called, he would be risking much more. He also figured that Chris might in fact have a good hand and Penny would lose. He folded, stood up and took off his belt. Penny and Samantha smiled as they watched him pull his belt through the loops. Charlotte blushed. She knew she should probably look away but, still, it was Joey. She had to look, but she felt so embarrassed for him, and for herself. Chris gloated with pride. With the exception of Penny, he felt his strategy was working, and he didn't feel Penny really played that well. She certainly hadn't when they were playing for chips.

Samantha had the big blind. She was also the girl who had, so far, removed the least amount of clothes, still having both of her socks. She was disappointed that Chris had raised. If he hadn't she could see the flop at no additional cost or risk. And, she didn't have bad cards, queen and eight, suited, about a 23% chance of winning. She didn't actually know the precise odds, but she figured it had to be pretty good. She didn't really want to fold them. But, Chris was playing so aggressively and Penny didn't appear the least bit intimidated. She had enjoyed flirting with the idea of removing her blouse, but at this point she wasn't so sure she really wanted to do it. She folded and removed her socks.

Penny dealt the flop. It was six, nine, jack. No real help to either party, although it did suggest to Penny that she was holding the best hand, unless Chris was so lucky as to have a pair of sixes, nines, or jacks down. Chris checked. He considered pushing his aggressive play but it was apparent that Penny wasn't going to back down and he was far from having a good hand. He checked, but then instantly knew that was a mistake.

Penny smiled triumphantly. He must have been bluffing. She looked him in the eyes and said, "Raise you back."

Charlotte and Samantha applauded. It would be nice to see a girl take Chris down. He had been caught bluffing and everyone knew it. "You get 'em girl," Samantha encouraged. Charlotte giggled in appreciation. Teddy smiled as well at Penny's triumph.

Chris had no real choice. He was in for two shoes and a sock. If he lost at this point, he would still be ahead. He briefly considered coming over the top, raising over her. Penny had much more to lose than him. But, he felt that if he was going to do that he should have done it already. His hesitation had been too revealing. Plus, she was really playing like she had a good hand. He folded, and removed his shoes and a sock. All of the girls applauded as he did so. He wasn't showing off anything special but it was pretty cool to bring the big poker player down. One hand had tightened the game up pretty well.

Penny dealt the fifth hand

Samantha and Chris now had the small and big blinds, respectively. It was Penny's turn to bet. She was dealt ace, jack, a blackjack. "Oh my goodness," she softly exclaimed, eschewing all sense of a poker face. Calling would be putting four buttons on the line. It was risky but she was, after all, the hostess. She came out aggressively. She raised with confidence. "I'll raise." The boys' eyes lit up. That likely meant all of her buttons if she lost! Now, that was interesting. Chris could feel himself hardening, and he shifted his position to hide the evidence. Joey felt a bit flustered, particularly as Charlotte glanced at him. He tried to appear indifferent. Teddy did not hide his interest. He smiled.

Charlotte and Samantha exchanged nervous glances. Penny had said that they wouldn't go too far. Unbuttoning your blouse seemed awfully far to them. But then, she actually hadn't lost yet, and further still, she probably wouldn't go through with it. Yes, this would probably be the end of the game. Charlotte actually smiled to herself, realizing that it would soon be over.

Teddy had already lost his belt. If he called Penny, he would lose his shirt entirely, he would have to unbutton his slacks, and unzip his fly. That would be it. He would have nothing left to defend himself, to hide himself. Still, he knew that Penny would really be upset if he wimped out. He had nine and eight, suited, a diamond Oldsmobile. "I'll call," he responded, not at all confident, but willing to go along for Penny's sake.

"Oh my gosh," exclaimed Joey. He knew the risk Teddy was taking. It was now quite clear to all of them that playing for clothes did make the game much more serious. They could now perhaps appreciate the strain that the Texas Hold 'Em players experienced on TV.

Charlotte had a strong hand, king and ten. But, she was down to the buttons on her blouse, belt and skirt. Thanks goodness she was not part of the blind. She embraced the opportunity to just fold, despite the fact of having a good hand. She sure wished she would draw such a hand when she became the big blind. She wondered if Chris was right about not actually winning anything. Perhaps the winner should get the clothes of the losers. She wished she had suggested that. She could actually then get her shoes and socks back. She folded.

Like Teddy, Joey had already given up his belt. He had jack and three, off suit. No way would he stay, even if he had a good hand. Let Teddy take the fall and end the game, not him. He did at least have respect for Penny and Teddy to be taking such a chance. He mucked his cards.

Samantha was the small blind. If she called, she would be risking her tie, belt, and two buttons. If she folded now, she would only be losing her tie. She had king and seven, but it was an easy call. She folded.

With an exaggerated deep sigh she stood up to remove her tie. She had to admit though that she kind of liked doing this much. It was at this point just an innocent flirtation. She even glanced down at Chris as she undid her tie.

Chris felt his dick twitch as he watched Samantha take off her tie. He wasn't seeing much but he was at least seeing a pretty girl undress in front of him.

Samantha could see Chris's intense interest and she hesitated.

Chris looked higher up, at her face, wondering why she had stopped, and then noticed that she had caught him staring. Actually, all three boys were staring, but it was his eyes that she had caught. "Oh, sorry," he apologized.

Samantha though just smiled. "No, no, Chris, that's okay. I lost and I have to pay the price." Samantha could now fully appreciate Penny's suggestion that this was indeed a good way of helping Charlotte get Joey's attention. She certainly now had Chris's. Charlotte though was shocked at Samantha's apparent calm, perhaps even enjoyment, at having to remove her tie.

Chris returned his eyes to Samantha's fingers. She now took her time, and did so with a bit more flair, smiling flirtatiously at Chris as she did so. When it was off, she dropped it into his lap. "Maybe you could hold on to it?"




Texas Hold 'Em



Chris blushed as he received her tie. It really should go to the winner of the current hand, but neither Penny nor Teddy were objecting.

"Wake up, Chris, it's now your turn," Penny reminded him.

"Oh yea, right," he replied, picking up his cards again to remind himself what he had, although not letting go of Samantha's tie.

Teddy wondered if that was a tell. He always felt that the more often a person looks at his cards the more likely he had a good hand. You didn't need to check to remind yourself that you had a bad hand. You knew that. But, persons were invariably ambivalent about staying in a game and they would often check, double-check, and triple-check their hand to reassure themselves that they did in fact have a good hand. Of course, in this instance, Chris might be confused for an entirely different reason.

It was, in any case, a moot point. Chris had the big blind, being now committed to losing his other sock and his tie. He would have liked to have had a chance to win, to avoid the loss. But, he was holding a seven and deuce, off suit, a beer hand. You would have to be drunk to play it. It had no real potential and, besides, he was too young to drink. He sighed in disappointment, mucked his cards, removed his other sock, and undid his tie. He didn't stand up like Samantha, though. He didn't think she would be particularly interested in that. Samantha leaned over toward him, pressing her shoulder against his. "Aren't you going to give me your tie?"

That was clearly only fair and, frankly, Chris was more than happy to do it. Maybe she would have liked to see him strip it off?

The others watched with grins, even Charlotte. It was rather obvious what was going on between them. They had seen this at many parties before, a boy and a girl pairing up for the first time, tentatively exchanging glances, placing a hand briefly on a shoulder, or an arm, or even better still, right on the other person's own hand. They had not before seen the initial gestures to involve the exchanging of ties, but the meaning was nevertheless the same.

Charlotte giggled with delight. She so much enjoyed seeing girls and guys finding each other. It was so romantic. She glanced over at Joey. He was looking at her as well, but his eyes quickly turned away, feeling embarrassed at being caught.

It was now time for the flop. Penny turned over a six of clubs, an ace of diamonds, and a four of diamonds. She now had high pair, with a very strong kicker. She was in a very good position, to say the least. She knew she should bet, but she also knew if she did that Teddy would likely fold. She wanted him to stay in, maybe even to bet himself, sensing incorrectly a weakness in her. "Ohhhh," she groaned, doing her best to sound like she was really disappointed. "I check," she said glumly.

Teddy didn't buy the act one bit. He knew when Penny was lying and, besides, he figured she wouldn't have bet in the first place if she didn't have two strong cards. She must have at least one pair, and probably the ace. However, she didn't bet and there was no reason then for him to fold. "I check as well," he replied.

Penny was disappointed he didn't bet. It would have been so nice if he had paired up fours or something. She turned over the turn. It was a ten of diamonds. She figured she still must have the high pair. She could feel her heart pounding with excitement. But, she played it cool. "I check."

Teddy suppressed the intense desire to smile. He also pretended to look concerned, to look ambivalent, but he was now holding a flush. Penny should have bet on the flop and driven him out. Instead, she gave him a free ride to see another card, and it was a very big one. He had an ace high flush. The only hand that would beat him now would be a boat. It was clear that Penny could not have a boat, and he sorely doubted that she would have been so terribly excited when she first got her cards at simply having two diamonds. No, he knew that she had, at worst, a pair; at best, two pair. If she had two pair she could still draw to a full boat. The correct move was to bet, to drive her out.

However, he would be risking at this point all of his clothes if he bet. He would actually have to take off his pants and underwear! What if she called? What if she had pocket aces, and then the river turned out to be a three or a four? She wouldn't fold at this point with three aces. Who folds three aces? His hands were really sweating, his heart pounding. Yes, this is what it is like to be in a real Texas Hold 'Em game. "I check," and instantly felt he had made the wrong decision, as he was letting her see the river for free.

She turned over the river. It was an ace of clubs.

Penny smiled triumphantly. Three aces. There was no way he had a better hand. Well, he could, but not likely. He couldn't have a higher kicker. "I bet again, all of my buttons and the clasp of my skirt." One could cut the tension with a knife. The hearts of Charlotte and Samantha were racing, as were the hearts of Joey and Chris, but for a different reason.

Teddy realized that she could now in fact have a boat. He should have driven her out on the turn. "I call."

Penny's eyes widened with shock. Why did he stay? Charlotte again covered her eyes with her hands. She couldn't bear to look. "Oh my," she exclaimed. Joey and Chris grinned. They knew what this meant. 

Penny studied the cards. He couldn't have a straight. Could he? She checked again. No, he couldn't. Six, ace, four, ten, ace. No straight there. Couldn't have a straight. No, wait. He could have a flush. Could he have a flush? She hadn't been paying attention to that. She had a moment of panic. What if he had a flush?

"Can I take back my bet?"

"What?" The incredulity in Teddy's voice was quite evident.

"I didn't think you would call."

He smiled. It was unclear if it was in sympathy or sadistic pleasure. "Well, that's hardly my fault, is it?"

Penny grimaced. "Well, I guess we should stop now."

Charlotte smiled and nodded.

"No, no," Teddy replied. "This was your idea and, besides, you won't be showing anything."

Penny scowled at him. He might not think she would be showing off anything but it wasn't him that had to unbutton a blouse. Still, she didn't really want to stop the game. She was actually hoping that Charlotte would get to this point with Joey, and then they could stop. Perhaps they could then switch to a new game, like Apples to Apples, with the losers still partly undressed. How could Joey resist that? She couldn't stop now.

Teddy didn't torture her any longer by making her wait. He immediately turned over his flush. Joey and Chris applauded. Charlotte peeked at the cards through the fingers of her hand. "Oh, Penny, I'm so sorry, " she exclaimed.

Penny did not stand up. She no longer felt like stripping for her guests, as it was now a bit too real. She would undo the buttons of her blouse while still sitting. Standing up would also require movement that might open up her blouse or, even worse, her skirt becoming unzipped once it became unclasped.

She first pulled her blouse from her skirt and leaned forward, trying to help prevent it from falling open, but once the last button was undone, the boys were getting nice little peeks. They couldn't see much, just the connecting strap of her brassiere and a bit of each cup, but it was still plenty much. Their dicks got quite stiff.

As Penny reached for the clasp of her skirt her blouse opened up further and she quickly pulled it shut with one hand as she undid the clasp with the other.

"No, no," Teddy admonished. "No artificial restraints. Let it fall where it may."

Penny knew that was the rule. "Ooooooohhh," she whined as she let go of the front of her blouse, her white brassiere again flirting with the boys through the partially opened curtain. Once she unclasped her skirt, she slowly got back into a more natural sitting position, her eyes focused intently on her blouse, begging it to not open up any further. It didn't, although she grimaced at the sight of her center strap so obviously exposed. Boy, Charlotte better appreciate what she was doing for her. She turned to Teddy, "You have to at least deal now." That was a fair deal.

Teddy picked up the cards to deal the sixth hand.

But, as soon as he dealt the cards Penny appreciated the fragility of her position. She was now the big blind, Chris was the small blind. She was now already committed to the zipper of her skirt and her blouse! Even if she folded now, she would still be left with just her brassiere and a skirt held up by nothing but her hand. "Oh my gosh," she exclaimed as Teddy tapped twice in front of her to signal her position as having the large blind. She now questioned her plan, or at least her failure to adequately anticipate the costs of betting so much so soon. She should perhaps just stop, but it would hardly be right for her to be the one to chicken out, to call it off. And, she could see that Charlotte was finding this to be anything but helpful in getting Joey to notice her. Penny didn't know what to do.

It was Teddy's turn to open. He had a seven and four, a double down hand. He mucked.

Charlotte had a king and ten, once again. After seeing what happened to Penny, she was not about to take any chances. And besides, Penny would call this off any moment now. At least she sure hoped so, as she didn't care for how much Joey was interested in Penny's open blouse. She again folded a strong hand, much to the dismay of Penny. If her plan was to work, Charlotte would at least have to unbutton her blouse.

Joey had king and four, off suit. Not a really strong hand, and certainly not one at this stage of the game. He folded as well.

Penny wondered if perhaps she might escape her dilemma. If everyone folded she would win by default and would escape the large blind.

Samantha had a pair of queens, another set of ladies. She smiled. She called. She could raise, but she didn't really want to make it harder on Penny than was necessary. She actually considered folding for the sake of Penny, but she knew that Chris would probably stay. It might be kind of fun playing against Chris with a good hand. Penny would have to remove her blouse, but this whole idea was after all her own, and being the first to remove her blouse would certainly end the game.

Chris had the small blind, with a pair of tens. He liked to call them dynamite. He really couldn't fold that, plus Penny was on the verge of a total loss, sitting on the big blind. This was the time for the kill. "I raise."

Penny could feel her heart fall, and Samantha glanced toward Chris, surprise and shock on her face. Chris just responded with a confident smile.

Penny reached for her cards, moving quite slowly so as not to disturb her blouse. She gingerly picked them up and even more timidly peeked at them: a speed limit, at least what it used to be, a pair of fives. It wasn't a bad hand. It was a fine hand. It had potential. But, she would have to flop another five to win. No way would a pair of fives hold up. Samantha and Chris must have a stronger hand. A pair of fives only had about a 21% chance of winning. Obviously though Chris must have a good hand. He must have like a jack and king, and pairing any one of them would beat her. Still, if a five did come up she would likely be in the driver's seat. But, if she stayed and lost, minimally she would be taking off her skirt in addition to her blouse. She felt so unsure, so confused. She could not imagine sitting there in just her bra and panties. How could she expect Joey to notice Charlotte if she was the one sitting there in her bra and panties? Or, he could even already have a higher pair. She said with quite strong abject resignation, "I fold."

"You can quit, Penny!" Charlotte quickly offered. Charlotte in fact thought of quitting now herself, but that would be rude, if not mean. How could she leave Penny behind? How could she leave Joey with her? But, how could she stay if Penny actually took off her blouse?

"Yes, yes," Samantha added, speaking as much for herself as for Penny. She didn't particularly like all the attention Penny would get from Chris if she did in fact remove her blouse. If Penny quit, then the game would be over.

Penny gave it serious thought. Perhaps this whole idea had been a mistake. But, she would feel quite bad about quitting at this point. Would she have let Charlotte quit if she was in this position? Certainly not, as the whole plan was to help her get Joey's attention. And, besides, how bad could this really be? A brassiere is hardly much different from a bathing suit. It wouldn't hurt to take it one step further. Perhaps this was exactly the right thing to do. If Samantha lost as well Charlotte would have to join in and it was pretty darn clear where Joey's interest would then be. She would not, could not, chicken out at this stage. She reached to her side and unzipped her skirt, remaining seated in order to avoid the possibility of it falling down.

The tell-tale sound of metal sliding along metal was so provocative, so hot, to the boys' ears. Each of them squeezed their own thighs together, wanting so much to touch their stiffened cocks. Penny's skirt now just hung there, lay there, against her body. There was nothing holding it up at all.

And, then, Penny reached for her blouse. "Oh wait!" she exclaimed, "what about the buttons on my collar, and the cuffs?"

"No, no," Teddy admonished. "You know those don't count."

She knew that. It was a nice try though. Actually, it was an act of desperation. She looked toward Teddy, trying to look as sorrowful, as doleful, as plaintive, as she could. But, he just smiled in response. He was at least letting her take the blouse off while sitting down. Penny reached for the front of her blouse and slowly pulled it open.

Penny would not be described as a beautiful girl but she was still very attractive. She had a wholesome quality. She had long, straight blonde hair, curly bangs, pretty green eyes, smooth and pure skin, and plump, pink cheeks. Penny's breasts, like Charlotte's, were somewhat on the small size. However, when enclosed, when wrapped, only within a white cotton bra, they looked like the most lovely breasts one might ever see. Penny's brassiere was in fact the first one that Joey had ever seen, at least on a live girl, and his eyes opened wide as saucers. He knew what he would be thinking about when he did it tonight. He would usually be thinking about Charlotte, but tonight it would be different, that was for sure.

Charlotte glanced over at Joey and saw him gawking like a puppy desperate for a toy. She didn't like that at all. Penny had been all sympathetic with her about her interest in Joey. She knew full well how much she wanted Joey to ask her out and now she was actually exposing herself to him. Charlotte was not the least bit happy about this. She wanted to scold Joey, make him feel ashamed over his ogling Penny's perky little breasts, but she knew that she could hardly blame him for doing so.

Penny noticed Charlotte eyeing Joey, and Charlotte's annoyed expression. She felt terrible, for more reasons than one. She laid the blouse in her lap. "No, no," Teddy corrected her. "The blouse has to be put aside."

She scowled at Teddy, "You know, you're going to pay for this." He was certainly not going to get any reward for good behavior this evening!

"This whole thing was your idea," he replied.

She knew he was right, and it certainly didn't feel like a good idea right now. Her face gradually became warmer and warmer as she felt the heat of the boys' eyes burning into her brassiere.

All eyes shifted to Samantha's hand, although the eyes of the boys kept glancing back at Penny's boobies. Samantha did not hesitate. She knew it was daring, but she did have a very strong hand and she was not about to be upstaged by Penny. No girl had ever outdone her when it came to flirting with boys, particularly when breasts were the focus of interest. "I raise back."

Charlotte squealed with fright, while Penny's affect suddenly changed from shame to excitement. She even clapped with joy, the boys noticing her titties jiggling and wiggling in her brassiere as she did so. Samantha smiled at Chris. It wasn't a gloating or an aggressive smile. She was trying to smile flirtatiously, but Chris was understandably confused.

He didn't know what to think. He was in the lead, but if he called her and lost, he would lose his shirt and belt, and would have to undo the clasp and zipper of his pants, all the while sporting a hard-on that was at least for the moment, well hidden. It would be very difficult to hide it with his zipper down.

But, imagine if Samantha lost. She would lose all her buttons and the clasp of her skirt. Pretty close to the same thing but a much prettier picture. Just the thought of it made his dick swell further. And, his dick made his decision. "I call."

Everybody now cheered. Well, at least everyone but Charlotte. She just groaned in despair. Penny though felt a lot better. If it didn't work for Charlotte and Joey, perhaps it would at least work for Samantha and Chris. In any case, she was relieved to see that Samantha was joining in. If either lost she would no longer be alone in her exposure. Still, if only she could get Charlotte to join in.

Teddy dealt the flop. He paused before turning the cards over, just like on TV.

"Turn them over or I'll kill you," Samantha asserted.

He flopped a ten of hearts, seven of clubs, and queen of spades. Samantha kept a straight face. "I check."

Chris smiled in triumph. Samantha's position was probably strong, but so now were the risks. Chris, on the other hand, knew, or at least felt, that he now must have the stronger hand. He had three of a kind, three tens. He figured if Samantha had three queens, she would have bet. "I bet."

Charlotte gasped. Penny said, "Oh my. I'm so sorry." The three boys just smiled in triumph. Samantha could feel her heart pounding. There was simply no way he had a better hand. He could have three of a kind, but it must be smaller than her three queens. He could have four to a straight, but no way would he raise on that, although it would be fine with her if he had. "I call." She considered raising him back, but she didn't want to rub his nose in it, or make him feel angry at her for being mean about it.

Penny leaned over and grabbed hold of Teddy's arm, her soft cotton breast pressing into him, not noticing in her excitement that her skirt slipped off somewhat from her hip with her sudden movement.

Teddy and Joey though certainly did notice and felt quite jealous, their eyes focused on Penny's breast crushing against Teddy's arm, as well as the sight of a bit of white panty peeking out from the opened zipper of her skirt.

Charlotte did not notice. Her eyes were focused on Samantha, wondering, marveling, at how brave she had been and how much danger she was in.

Chris furrowed his brow. The only possible hand she could have that would be better at this stage would be three queens, and there was no way she would be that lucky. He figured she must have just a pair of queens and a strong kicker, or maybe two pair. 

Teddy dealt the turn and immediately turned it over. It was a jack. Somebody could now have a straight, but no way were these two betting on the cum.

Samantha knew she had him beat. He would have to draw awfully lucky on the river at this point to beat her, but she did feel a bit sorry for him. She wanted this to be fun, not to be painful. She wanted to tease, not to torture. "I check."

Chris checked as well, feeling quite uncertain at this point.

Teddy dealt the river. It was another queen. Samantha now had four of a kind, four queens. Completely unbeatable. She was tempted to bet, but she didn't want to rub Chris's nose in it. She didn't want to make him angry at her by humiliating him in front of everyone. Boys don't often care for that. She just checked, quite graciously.




Texas Hold 'Em



A very big grin stretched across the lips of Chris. He had a full house, tens over queens. "I'm sorry," he said to Samantha, quite sincerely, "but I really have to bet." No boy would resist this opportunity.

Samantha smiled back, but in sympathy. She considered raising back. He would perhaps deserve it, but he would really be angry about that, accusing her of sandbagging. It would really be his own fault but she should at least leave him with some dignity, what little he was now about to have. "I call."

The tension in the room was palpable. Chris shook his head. He felt kind of bad about this. Samantha would be losing all of her buttons, her belt, the clasp, and her zipper. But, even as he felt bad for her, his dick swelled in triumph. "I am sorry," he said, as he turned over his full house.

"Oh no!" squealed Charlotte. In sympathy, Penny instinctively covered her breasts with her arms. Teddy smiled. Joey looked at Charlotte, trying to let her know by his expression that he understood her obvious discomfort with this.

Then, Samantha revealed her own cards: four queens.

The girls squealed with delight, clapping their hands in triumph. It was a total victory. The boys groaned, and Chris closed his eyes in abject failure and disgust. How could he have let himself go this far? How could a full house lose? But, it does happen, perhaps all too frequently. He had worked through his mind what Samantha would have to take off if she lost, and now that he worked through in his own mind what he lost, he was petrified. He had to remove six items: his shirt, his belt, undo his pants button, unzip his pants, remove his pants, and remove his underwear. It was everything, literally everything. He was busted. He would have to sit there with nothing on, exposing his hard-on to everyone, even to Samantha. He had to quit. There was simply no way he was going to do this.

Charlotte could see his difficulty, and she felt very badly for him. Plus, she wasn't sure at all that she wanted to see his naked penis. She reminded him, "You can quit, you know."

Samantha though would have none of it. They had made their bets in good faith. She would have paid her debt if she had lost. Well, probably she would have. He should do as well. She gave Chris her most flirtatious smile, leaning into him with her breast and looking so coquettishly into his eyes as she said, "I bet you would look pretty good without your shirt on."

"Yea, well, it's not my shirt I'm concerned about."

Samantha squeezed his arm and said, "Oh Chris, I've always thought you were such a brave boy. You're not afraid of us girls, are you?"

Penny shook her head in wonderment. It was so amazing how openly, boldly flirtatious Samantha could be. It was always so patently obvious. But, what was perhaps equally amazing, it so often seemed to work. Guys just seemed to love it, even if was so clearly and openly manipulative. She could never be that way herself. She reached out with her left hand and lightly squeezed Teddy's. Teddy looked over to her, but his eyes went somewhere else. He had seen them many times before, but his eyes just never seemed to tire of gazing upon Penny's breasts.

Chris didn't want to be the one who quit, who chickened out, particularly after what Samantha had said, about being so brave, but then it was also just as difficult to undress in front of Samantha, to actually expose himself to her. What was worse: running from the room, from Samantha, like a coward, or exposing himself to these three girls? Exposing himself did seem to be much worse. Leaving would be a moment of humiliation, but staying would likely result in days, weeks, months of humiliation, as word got around about his exposed naked erection.

Samantha now fully appreciated how playing Texas Hold 'Em this way was indeed quite a bit of fun, at least when it's the boy who has to take off his clothes. She came to his rescue, sort of. "I'll tell you what, Chris. If I get to be the one who takes off your clothes, I will let you keep on your undies." 

"No way!" Penny protested. She was already down to her brassiere and skirt. "Nobody gave me that option."

Teddy, though, calmed her down. "Penny, it's not such a bad thing." He leaned in closer, turned his face to hers, and said very quietly, "You don't want him to quit, do you?"

Penny scowled, crossing her arms under her boobs, framing them nicely with her arms, pushing them together to give them an even rounder shape. It just wasn't fair. But, she certainly didn't want Chris to quit. And, besides, it also gave her an idea to help bring Charlotte and Joey together. "Well, okay."

Having Samantha provide this compromise and Penny reluctantly acquiescing her approval put Chris in an even more difficult place. It would now be doubly hard for him to quit. If you play the game you have to pay the price of losing, and they were even giving him a way out. But, he really, really, really, didn't want them to see his erection.

He was, though, at least wearing tight briefs. Perhaps it wouldn't be that noticeable? It had in fact been softening, at least a bit, with all this anxiety, all this stress. He nodded his head, yet not believing that he was doing so. What a boy will do to please a girl.

A big grin crossed Samantha's lips. "Okay then, stand up now," she said, as she herself stood up beside him.

Chris quite reluctantly got to his feet, glancing down at his crotch to see if there was any noticeable signs. There wasn't, and it did feel to him that with all this embarrassed anxiety it would be well shrunk by the time his pants were down. Still, he couldn't believe he was doing this or, more accurately, was letting it being done.

Samantha couldn't be happier. She had undressed boys before, but not like this, not when they were so obviously reluctant and embarrassed. She felt like she had him in the palm of her hand, which was in fact rather literally true, although the big prize would still be out of her reach. She might, though, be able to encourage him to poke his head up. Is there a better way to flirt with a boy than to remove his clothes?

As she unbuttoned his shirt Samantha said, "You're not going to get all excited, are you Chrissy, with me taking your clothes off, are you?"

Chris certainly hoped not and was trying desperately to do just the opposite, trying to think of something else, of baseball, of having the flu, of a sad item on the news, of how embarrassing and humiliating this was, anything to get rid of any signs of an erection, but such talk like this was not going to help. He nervously shook his head.

"I would think that lots of boys would get all excited when a girl takes off his things. Has a girl ever done this for you, Chrissy?"

He again shook his ahead, although immediately embarrassed by the admission, particularly in front of the two guys. But, still, being embarrassed was good.

"I imagine a pretty nurse has helped you remove your clothes," she added, as she slowly undid his buttons, letting her fingers lightly caress his chest, linger against his abdomen, as she worked her way down to his slacks.

"No, no," he replied, feeling perspiration forming on his brow.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Chrissy?"

"Yes, yea, sure," he quietly replied. In truth, he of course found Samantha to be very, very pretty, and those lovely breasts were now grazing his own chest, her perfume wafting across his nose, her soft, feminine fingers caressing his bare skin. No, no, he had to think of something else, anything else, but his penis seemed to be reversing its course.

The other two boys squirmed. They were so glad they were not in Christopher's position, as their own erections were really straining within their slacks. Each of the gamblers had to sit cross-legged on the floor, and that did not help to hide boners.

Once all of the buttons were undone, Samantha helped him to remove the shirt. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed as his chest came into view. "Why would you be embarrassed about showing this, I don't know," she said, as she allowed her fingers to lightly dance across his pecs and abdomen. "Such a big strong boy." She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him, and whispered, "I bet you're big in many places, aren't you, Chris?"

How could he safely answer that question? He tried to notice how embarrassing this all was and tried to ignore how erotic this all was.

Samantha unbuckled his belt, and then awkwardly pulled and yanked it through the loops, giggling as she did so. Chris offered to help but she slapped his hand away and scolded him. "No, no, Christopher, this is girls' work." Yet she indeed struggled and it seemed to Chris that it was no accident that a hand occasionally brushed against his crotch.

Once the belt was removed, she dropped it to the floor and looked Christopher in the eyes. "Let me at least see those pretty eyes," she implored. He opened his eyes and she smiled approvingly, and without taking her eyes away from his, unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper, being careful to let her fingers lightly trace along his penis, which, much to Chris's dismay, was now back to life.

She then got down on her knees in front of him, always keeping her eyes fixed on his; her eyes expressing her pleasure, her arousal; his expressing his nervousness, his embarrassment, yet also his arousal. How could he not get aroused with the pretty, the gorgeous, the breasted Samantha, kneeling before him, looking up at him with those big round eyes, about to pull down his pants.

She looped her fingers into the waistband of his slacks. Charlotte looked away, as did Teddy. Penny's eyes widened with pleasure. She would like to see Chris's underwear pulled down as well, but she knew that what she was going to see was a pretty good darned second. This game was becoming quite pleasurable, irrespective of its intent to help Charlotte.

Samantha leaned in closer, her lips just an inch or so from Christopher's crotch, as she pulled down his slacks, his white briefs coming into view, with a very evident bulge pointing out and up toward the right.

"Wow," Samantha softly exclaimed, hesitating in her removal of his trousers to momentarily admire the sight of the stiff rod in Chris's briefs.

Charlotte turned her head at hearing Samantha's exclamation. She had to look, at least briefly. It was like when you passed a wreck on the road. You don't want to, you feel bad about it, but you have to look. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she saw Chris's obvious erection. She had never seen such a thing before. She quickly turned away.

Samantha though certainly had seen one before. She was tempted to give him a kiss, right on it. That would be a very nice gesture of flirtation, but probably out of bounds of the game. She did say, "Goodness, Chrissy, you did get all excited, didn't you." She pulled his trousers down to his ankles and helped him to step out of them. "You liked having me taking off your things, didn't you. What a dirty, dirty boy."

Chris could have corrected her, telling her that he had developed an erection long before Samantha had started taking off his clothes, but there wasn't really anything to be gained by that. It would only make him look worse, admitting that he got stiff looking at Teddy's girlfriend's brassiere. He just wanted this to end as soon as possible so that he could sit back down, hiding himself as best as he could. He instinctively covered himself with his hands.

"No, no," she coquettishly admonished him, "that's being a very bad boy." As she pulled away his hands she said, "If you don't let me see your undies we'll just have to pull them down as well."

He let her pull away his hands. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Samantha stood back up and turned to face Penny and Charlotte, stepping back against Chris as she did so. "Do you think girls that maybe he should get a spanking for getting all so stiff and hard?" With her body hiding his, she reached behind her and lightly danced her fingers briefly along its length, out of the sight of the other two girls. Chris flinched and his eyes widened with shock at the feel of her touch. She quite clearly was not offended by his erection. On the contrary, she was actually enjoying it, as was he now enjoying the touch of her fingers.

Charlotte giggled at the thought of spanking one of the boys, particularly when he had a stiffie. Penny smiled as well, as she was thinking that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea at all.

Samantha turned back to Christopher. She gave him a quick peck on his cheek and said, "Well, Chris, I just want to say that I don't think you have any reason to be embarrassed at all. I just think it's so sweet that I got you so all excited. It's really quite flattering, you know."

Chris was stunned and confused. He had never met a girl that was this forward about such things. It did help with his embarrassment, at least a little bit. "Uh, yeah" though was all he could muster to say and he quickly got back down on the floor, sitting on his butt and bringing his knees up against his chest.

"No, no, Christopher," Penny corrected him, "no fair hiding. You have to sit cross-legged, like the rest of us."

That was the rule. He groaned as he did so, and Penny and Samantha smiled as his stiffness came back into view. Charlotte tried hard to suppress her giggles, but she just couldn't do it. She would think that a boy's erection would be all scary looking, like some big hard weapon, but this one just looked all silly, poking out his white undies and, she had to admit, it even looked a little cute. She wondered if Joey would get all stiff and hard like that in his underwear.

"Alright," Teddy announced, "time for another hand."

They turned their attention toward the cards as Teddy dealt them out. They all knew that they were now truly playing high stakes poker, and they waited quite expectantly, apprehensively, to see what their next hand would be.

It was a particularly difficult deal for the dealer, as Teddy was now on the big blind, Penny on the small. Before he even saw his cards, he was betting his shirt and the clasp of his slacks, much less than Chris had lost, but he had seen how quickly it could escalate to something much worse.

Charlotte had the first bet. Penny pointed out, "Charlotte, do you realize that you're winning right now?"

"Really?" She was surprised to realize that she was ahead in the game, actually just tied for the lead with Samantha. She smiled with pride, but also felt a bit guilty about it, particularly for Penny and Christopher. Goodness, she couldn't imagine sitting there wearing just a brassiere! She could hardly look at Penny, but she was finding herself stealing a couple of more glances at Chris, as she ostensibly studied her two cards, king of hears and queen of clubs, a mixed marriage. She knew she should call, if not raise, but she was just too afraid, and, frankly, it was her reluctance, her avoidance, that had put her in the lead. Look what happened to Christopher's betting! She mucked her cards once again.

Penny sighed.

Joey was holding quinine, a queen and nine, off suit. Again, not a bad hand, but he was feeling quite gun shy after seeing what had happened to Christopher. He also mucked his cards.

Samantha was holding snowmen, a pair of eights. "I raise."

"What?!" exclaimed Penny. Even Penny was surprised that anyone stepped forth after what had happened to Chris.

Samantha, however, knew that a pair of eights was a reasonably good hand, and that nobody else was feeling particularly daring. Besides, of all of them, she probably felt the worst for Chris, albeit she was taking quite a few more looks at his stiffness than anyone else, and enjoying what she was seeing. Of course, that was probably in part why she was feeling particularly guilty and a little playful.

Chris didn't even want to look at his cards. In fact, looking down at them, in front of his crossed legs, required that he look past the rod in his briefs, a visible, concrete reminder of his embarrassment. "I fold," he said, without even looking.

Teddy though encouraged him to at least look.

He picked up his cards. Pocket rockets, a pair of aces. His heart fell. How could he fold them? One never folds pocket aces before the flop. It would be absurd. But, then, how many times on the World Poker Tour would the person holding aces have to take off his underwear to show his erection to the rest of the players if he lost? Still, he could not bring himself to do it. "I call, I'm in."

The entire circle squealed, yelled, and cheered. It was an unbelievable move. Samantha turned to him, reached over with her right hand and briefly, lightly squeezed the bulb of his cock and said, "Christopher Garber, I am really impressed."

"Sam!" Charlotte squealed, seeing her friend touch the boy right on his stiff penis.

Samantha though retorted, "Well, he deserves some sort of reward for being so brave, don't you think? I don't see any of the other boys stepping up, and they had much less to lose." She leaned into Chris, this time squeezing just his shoulder, "I think I know who the real man is here."

That did make Chris feel pretty darn good. A guy likes a girl to admire his manliness. Most guys feel pretty manly playing poker but few have a girl come right out and say it. He smiled back at her. "Thanks," he said quietly. Right now he wasn't even too sure that he felt so bad about his stiffness. She had said that she was impressed when she squeezed it.

The bet shifted to Penny, the small blind. She was holding a Heinz Ketchup, a five and seven, off suit. She was not about to stay in this game, wearing only a brassiere and a skirt. But, if she folded, she would have to give up either her brassiere or her skirt. But, then again, if she stayed and lost, she would lose everything, and very clearly Chris obviously must have a better hand than hers. "I fold," she said, her heart falling at what this meant.

"Oh my," gasped Charlotte. "You better quit now," she warned, or more accurately, suggested, no, most accurately, encouraged.

"Hey," Chris exclaimed, "I think I'm still in a pretty worse position than Penny, and I stayed in." He wasn't saying it to be mean or anything. He wasn't angry, but he was making a good point. "And, besides, this whole game was her idea!"

"Yes, Penny," Samantha joined in, taking the side of the boy she was interested in over her friend, a not uncommon occurrence. "Chris continued to play. You should as well."

Penny now scowled at Samantha, but she knew she could hardly stop now. Chris was indeed revealing more than she would have to show. She smiled at the sight of the boy sitting cross-legged in his briefs, trying to look all natural while sporting such a big woodie. She started to pull the waistband of her skirt down to slide off her butt. "Oh no," Teddy interjected. "You have to do this one standing up."

Penny once again scowled at Teddy. He was really going to get it later. Her face became beet red as she stood up, holding onto her skirt as it would just fall off if she didn't, but then realizing how silly that was, as she was about to let it drop anyway. She looked around at all of the faces staring up at her. The boys were all looking expectantly, with big smiles on their faces, even Teddy. Actually, even Samantha was smiling. She was apparently really getting into this. Only Charlotte looked nervous and upset. She took a deep breath and let the skirt fall to the floor as her hands went to her face, covering her eyes, as if by not being able to see anything herself they could not see what she now revealed.

She looked adorable. Beneath her blouse and skirt she had been wearing the traditional Templeton uniform: a plain white brassiere and white cotton panties, but on her they looked so cute, so sweet, so sexy, as her panties were really quite snug, hugging every little curve. She even had one leg turned inward, as if to hide the soft white mound from view, but it only just made her look all the more endearing and adorable, standing modestly before them in her white girlish undies. "Okay! That's enough!" she said as assertively as she could and got back down on her butt, her legs crossed in front of her, feeling now quite sympathetic to Chris, because the position for the girl caused the panties to really stretch across her mound, revealilng a very clear camel toe.




Texas Hold 'Em



Chris would like his cock to some time go down, but the sight of Penny's camel toe pretty much nipped that in the bud. Teddy openly smiled as he gazed at it. He had seen it many times before, but it never seemed to lose its appeal.

Joey's eyes opened wide, but he quickly looked away as Charlotte slapped him on the arm. She had no real, no actual, authority or position to do that, but at the moment that didn't matter. He did indeed look away, his face flushing with embarrassment.

It was now Teddy's turn. He was the big blind. The last things he had removed were his tie and belt, and that was quite some time ago. He was holding the flat tire, a jack, four. That was an easy fold. He tossed his cards out in front of him, stood up, and began to unbutton his shirt. The group began a rhythmic applause, like he was stripping for them. "Bite me," he responded, and they all laughed. He quickly removed his shirt, undid the pants button, and sat back down.

He hadn't really lost much, but it did still bother him, particularly as his chest was not nearly as impressive as Christopher's. Teddy was nowhere near a stud or macho guy. He was instead a little on the short and skinny side.

Penny though leaned over to him and whispered, "Nice pecs."

He looked at her, smiled, and whispered back, "Nice boobs."

She smiled back and slapped him playfully on the arm. He felt better.

Teddy dealt the flop: King, queen, and eight, off suit. Samantha smiled. It was like Deja Vu all over again. "I check," she said.

Chris didn't hesitate. "I bet." The flop didn't help him, but he still felt good about his hand. No way was it likely that Samantha was dealt a pair of one of these three cards. It would have been just too lucky. And, even if she had, he needed to come out smoking, like he was in fact helped by the flop. Obviously, he might as well raise, as he had nothing more to lose.

Samantha realized that as well. "Hey, it's not fair. He can just keep raising and it makes no difference."

Penny had not in fact expected the game would actually make it this far, so she had never specified the rules for this, but the rule was simple. "Oh, yes, if you raise past your last article of clothes, then not only do you have to take off all of your clothes, but you have to agree to a dare, at the behest of the person who won, for each bet you make." That was fine with Samantha, as she knew precisely what she would have Christopher do. Actually, there were a number of options flowing through her mind, but pretty much any one of them sounded quite nice. "Okay, that's fine. I call."

This new rule wasn't particularly fine with Chris, but he still felt good about his hand. Pocket aces against that flop? He felt good.

Teddy dealt the turn: jack.

Samantha's eyes momentarily widened in panic as she realized that Chris could easily have three kings, queens, or jacks. He must have had a high pair to begin with. No, no, don't panic, she realized, he could have had ace, ten. No, that would mean he now had a straight. He could have had ace, king, or ace, jack. Lots of possibilities. "I check," she said.

Teddy smiled at her. He had seen that brief moment of fear in her eyes. Minimally, the turn did not help her, and, she wasn't so confident about her hand after all. She couldn't possibly have three of a kind. "I bet," he said, once again.

It was Samantha's turn to feel terrible. If she called, she would be in for five articles of clothes. That would be all of her buttons, her belt, and the clasp of her skirt. She would still though be ahead of Penny and Chris. And, actually, she wouldn't be showing anything and she would be in quite the position to flirt with Chris. And, if she won, what playful things could she make Chris do. Quite a few, in fact. "I call," she replied.

Hearts were racing. They were all on edge. Charlotte wondered what Samantha would make Chris do with his naked penis. She glanced over at it, wondering what it would look like, all naked and everything. Penny was wondering the same thing.

Teddy dealt the river. It was an ace.

"I check," Samantha said.

Chris now knew that he truly had her, unless she was drawing for an ace, maybe for a straight, but that was so unlikely. Still, all she would need was the ten for a straight. But, if she had a ten, she would have bet. No, he knew he had her. This time he really knew.

"I bet again," Chris calmly replied.

"Oh no!" Samantha replied, putting her hands to her face, pressing the cards against her. How could he possibly stay, and then even raise? What does he have? If she called, she would have to also pull down the zipper. That really wasn't that much more, but it left very little wiggle room for the future. Actually, none. But, could she just let him win the hand without even having to show his cards? She has a good hand: trip eights. How can one fold trip eights? But, it was so clearly easy for him to have a straight. But, how could he stay hoping to get a straight? Through her hands and cards clutched to her face, she groaned, "I call."

Everyone cheered and applauded her bravery.

Particularly when Chris laid down his cards: trip aces.

Samantha was stunned. She couldn't believe it. "You drew two aces and then got the third on the river!? I had you beat!" She tossed down her cards, face up, revealing her hand. "I had trip eights! I had you beat! You drew that on the river?!"

Chris looked down at her cards, and started laughing. She was right. He had in fact been behind. He pulled it out on the river. Unbelievable, but true. He was so relieved, so overwhelmed with relief and joy, that his cock finally started to shrink down. Through his laughter, he said, "I am sorry. Just so lucky, so lucky."

"Yea, I'll say you are."

"Okay, then, Samantha," Teddy said, with as much authority as he could muster behind his skinny pecs, "That's six articles: all of the buttons, your belt, your clasp, and your zipper."

"Yea, yea, I know," she said, her lingering frustration and annoyance evident in the tone of her voice. She hesitated, checking and double-checking the bet in her mind. No matter how many times she counted it up, it came out the same, and she knew she would have to pay up. She was still behind Penny and Chris, and after her goading of them both she could not herself back out. She stood up, and then realized she almost missed an opportunity. "Chrissy?"

"Yes?" he replied, looking up at her, her face looking down past her tits poking out through her blouse.

"Would you like to do undo my buttons and clasp, and things?"

That was a very sweet offer, very sweet indeed. But, it would mean that he would have to stand up and likely get real hard again, and everyone would readily see him get all excited as he removed her clothes.. "Um, well." He really shouldn't though say no. He could tell that Samantha was flirting with him, and to say no to an offer such as this would obviously be quite a slap in her face.

"C'mon, silly," she said, "everyone can see it already anyway."

He didn't really like being reminded of that truth. With considerable discomfort and embarrassment, he got to his feet. He so wished that he had at least worn more masculine underwear, or some sort of sexy briefs, or something, anything other than these tidy whities. This was the underwear of a boy, a boy displaying a boner.

But, this was also a boy being invited to undo the buttons of a very sexy, pretty girl, with obviously really nice boobs. He started to undo her buttons, his hands actually trembling a bit.

"Here," she said, "let me hold onto to you so you don't fall," and she grabbed hold of his cock through his briefs.

"Oh my gosh!" Charlotte exclaimed, totally and completely stunned at what she was seeing. The jaws of Teddy and Joey also dropped, as did even those of Penny. She brought her hand to her mouth in shocked surprise. She knew Samantha was a flirt, but she had never realized it would go this far.

Chris gasped as well, briefly pausing in his unbuttoning out of total shock, but then resuming the task with considerably more inspiration and pleasure. He even allowed himself a little feel as he worked his way down her blouse.

"Now, don't take advantage of this, Chrissy," she said, as she circled her thumb around and around the tip of his cock. "Be a good boy."

He could complain that the pot should not call the kettle black, but he hardly wanted her to stop what she was doing. When he was done unbuttoning her blouse, he continued on to unbuckle her belt.

He didn't have as much difficulty as she had getting it through the loops, as the girls' belts were considerably smaller. However, the movement of her belt through the loops and the size of her breasts made the blouse repeatedly open up. Not so far as to fully reveal a cup, but certainly the round, curved lacy slopes of the sides of each cup. It was a lovely sight, particularly when the girl is holding onto your stiff dick.

"Do you see anything you like, Chrissy?" He didn't know what to say. He certainly did but he felt it would be rude to say so out loud. Once he had the belt off, he reached around to her side, using both hands, to figure out how to unclasp her skirt, thereby for a moment hiding her hand on his cock from the view of the others. She took the brief opportunity to fondle and stroke his cock in a more obviously sexual manner. 'Yes,' Chris said to himself, 'she is flirting with me.' He felt pretty confident now about asking her on a date. It was kind of clear that she would likely say yes.

He started to unzip her skirt and she quickly let go of his cock to grasp hold of it so that it wouldn't fall off. Never was there a more pleasant sound to Christopher than that of the metal zipper, sliding down. He then realized that she wasn't even asking to be able to keep the zipper up in exchange for letting him undo her clothes.

"There," she said, "that wasn't so hard, was it?"

It wasn't clear if she meant her remark to have some double meaning, but everyone was indeed looking at his hardness. "No, no, it was kind of nice," he replied.

She smiled at him, fluttering her lashes, and said quietly, "Good." "Okay, you lovebirds," Teddy admonished, "sit back down. We have to finish the game."

They sat back down, this time with their shoulders clearly touching each other, Samantha's blouse was falling open, revealing quite a bit more than a hint of what was being largely but not entirely hidden inside.

Charlotte sighed, with frustration, and jealousy. It was nice seeing two persons getting together for the first time, but she so wished it was her and Joey. Why couldn't it be her?

Teddy dealt out the eighth hand.

Teddy was now the small blind, Charlotte the large. The first bet would go to Joey. He had queen, ten, suited. This was a very good hand. He could perhaps end the game with this hand, at least if Penny or Chris stayed. But, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He would be on the big blind in the next hand. He wanted some space, some cover, for when he was forced to play. The game would be over soon. He folded.

Samantha was dealt Woolworths, five and ten. An easy fold at any time, and certainly easy when all you had left of your privacy were your blouse and skirt. She mucked her hand.

Chris looked at his cards. He was clearly holding the short stack, left with only his briefs, although Samantha might disagree with how short it was. He had the hand of a dog, a king and nine, off suit. It was a nice hand, but perhaps not when you would be risking this much. He would be in for his underwear and a dare, at least. But, he could also see that nobody wanted to stay in anymore. He probably would have only one hand to beat, Charlotte's, who was in with the large blind. She would certainly fold rather than challenge him. They were all probably intimidated by him now, the man who previously had the pocket rockets. "I raise."

It was indeed impressive. Samantha grabbed his arm in excitement, her blouse falling open, much to the pleasure of every boy in the room. She leaned into him, pressing her breast into his arm, and whispered, "Let me see your cards."

It wasn't good poker etiquette, to say the least. But, it was a friendly game, and a man will do a lot for a girl who has her breast pressed into his arm, particularly if she would also, on occasion, squeeze his erection. He pretended to be double-checking his cards, but he lifted them up high enough for Samantha to see. Her expression didn't change, but she did squeeze his arm in appreciation. It was indeed a risky bet, and she was impressed with his courage.

It was over to Penny. Penny sighed. She had a bomber, a five and two. Nothing she could do with that. She folded.

It was on to the small blind, Teddy. If Teddy stayed and lost, he would have to lower his zipper, take off his pants, and then even his underwear. He would be the first to go completely naked! If he folded now, he would only have to lower his zipper, which was hardly much in comparison to Chris. He was holding the black jack, ace and jack, off suit, a really very good hand. But, Chris was right. Once he got passed this small blind, he could lay low for the rest of the game. He folded and reached down to unzip his pants.

"Stand up," Penny corrected him.

He didn't mind. Just unzipping your pants wasn't that big of a deal. He quickly stood up and as quickly pulled his zipper down and sat back down.

Penny leaned over his lap and looked down. "I think I see somebody trying to get out."

"Cut it out!" Teddy complained, pushing her away. He did not appreciate her drawing attention to his arousal, but he could hardly deny her some amount of pleasure at his discomfort, given her own panty and bra condition.

It was now just Charlotte, the large blind. She looked at her hand. Pocket ladies, two queens, another very good hand. She was also now the one who was very clearly in the lead. "Ohhhh," she groaned. She so wished that her hand was lousy.

Everybody could see that she had a good hand. "Don't let him just walk away with it," Penny admonished.

Charlotte turned to Penny and said in defense, "Well, you folded." 

"Yet, but I had lousy cards. Let me see what you have." Charlotte showed Penny her cards, being careful not to let anyone else see them. Chris would have much preferred that Charlotte make the decision on her own, as he figured he could probably intimidate her to fold, but he didn't say anything. He couldn't, having just shown his cards to Samantha.

Penny said, "You have to stay with those!" There was a downside of showing your cards to someone, as it can be difficult not to give away some information. But, Penny was right.

"Oooooooohh," Charlotte groaned again, but she said, very reluctantly, "I call."

"Good girl," Penny exclaimed, and Chris frowned. He was certain Charlotte would have folded if not for Penny, and he knew his hand wasn't really that good. Charlotte must indeed have a very good hand to be accepting a raise.

Teddy dealt the flop: four, six, eight, and Chris instantly said, "I raise," and Charlotte as quickly responded, "I fold."

Penny exclaimed, "Charlotte!" Chris turned over his cards, as a courtesy and to let everyone know that he had successfully bluffed a player, in a game with very high stakes. He was feeling quite proud of himself.

Penny leaned forward, past Teddy, not revealing any particular cleavage as she did so, as her brassiere fully covered her breasts, but the eyes of the boys stilled followed their movements. Joey particularly liked how her pantied bottom rose up. She squeezed Charlotte's knee. "That's okay. It's really hard to stay in."

Before Teddy could command her, Charlotte got to her feet. She thought about it for a second and then removed her belt. Chris could have asked to be the one to remove her items, but he could see that it was hard enough for her to do this and, further, he had no interest in making Samantha jealous, nor of standing up to once again advertise his erection.

Charlotte then undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She paused again, trying to figure out what was the safest thing to undo next, as well as to put it off for as long as possible. She decided it would be the clasp of her skirt. Undoing any more buttons might expose her brassiere. Undoing the clasp of her skirt wouldn't reveal much of anything at all.

As she did so she caught Joey's eyes, looking at her intently.

"Oh, sorry," he exclaimed, quickly looking away.

Charlotte wanted to say, 'That's alright.' It really was alright for him to look. Actually, she was frankly quite pleased to see his interest, particularly in the presence of Penny who was already showing so much more. But, she didn't feel quite right about saying anything. She quickly sat back down. She was revealing very little and so much less than Penny, but it did still feel very weird to be so partly undressed in front of everyone, including three guys.

Penny was very pleased. Charlotte at least had now drawn some attention of Joey, and even noticed his interest. Perhaps this would still work?

Samantha patted Chris on the knee, congratulating him again for being such a strong poker player. Chris sat up straight with pride, as did his cock within his briefs. Samantha said, "You did though have a rocket in the hole." Peggy giggled and Chris blushed, as did Charlotte, although she did at least smile as well.

Teddy dealt out the ninth hand.

It was Samantha's turn to bet first. She had only her blouse and skirt to bet, and a rather risky hand, another Oldsmobile, 9 and 8. She folded.

Chris groaned in disappointment. She turned to him and scowled, but she was enjoying their flirtation. Chris was dealt a Maverick, jack and queen, off suit. It was a good hand and he was feeling pretty confident in himself. He smiled. "I call." He probably should have raised, but just calling would probably drive everyone off. He felt like he had them pretty well cowed, which compensated to some extent for sitting there in his underpants, showing off his little pocket rocket.

Samantha reached over, grabbed hold of it, and shook it as she said with a big smile on her face, "Feeling a little cocky, aren't you."

Penny observed, "I think it's you who's feeling a little cocky."

"Penny!" Charlotte protested.

Samantha let it go but said in return, as she smiled at Chris, "I wouldn't call it little, Penny." Chris was now really enjoying this game. He openly showed Samantha his cards.

Penny was herself dealt nine, seven, off suit. That was easy to muck.

Teddy was dealt a Baskin-Robins: three, ace. The ace is always tempting, but coupled with a three it might as well be alone. He folded.

Charlotte was again dealt a very good hand, cowboys wired, two kings. This was even stronger than before. She was now the small blind, already committed to one removal. If she called, she would be committed to just one more item. She would still be largely safe. And, there was only one hand better than hers, and there was really no way Chris would be that lucky, that often.

Besides, she was also feeling a little foolish. She was the only one not really participating, she had just previously folded the winning hand, and she could see how Samantha and Penny were drawing the attention, the eyes, of Joey. She felt like the one who was too afraid to swim, while everyone else dove into the pond. Or, more accurately, being the only one who couldn't get up enough nerve to ask a guy to dance on Sadie Hawkins day. "I call," she exclaimed, feeling her heart race as soon as she said it.

"Good girl!" Penny exclaimed. She was so very happy to see that. If this game got Joey and Charlotte together, it would be well worth exposing herself in her panties and bra, although thinking that reminded her of her undressed state and she glanced down, to be greeted by the sight of a little moisture on her camel toe. She glanced around nervously. Nobody seemed to have noticed her noticing, maybe nobody would notice.




Texas Hold Him



The poker game had started as his idea although several of his friends soon jumped so solidly on board that he could not be certain whose idea it really was. He seemed to recall being the first to mention it. Regardless it had quickly come together when the wives got a hold of the idea and decided to make it a "couples" poker night. Undaunted the men continued to, at least, make it have a masculine flair. Green felt, solid chips, plenty of beer and even the slight whiff of cigar smoke completed the scene. Unfortunately the cigar smoking area was clear in the back yard but at least there was one. The men had put their collective feet down on eliminating it entirely. After all what's poker without cigars?

Excited couples had filled the room to capacity as the chatter became louder and louder. Each table had a "dealer" who had helped work out the rules and the games went off quite well. There were some minor problems but overall he was quite pleased with how it had turned out.

He paused his reverie to look at the cards, throw them into the center of the table with a disgusted sigh and watch. He really had not expected that there would still be any women at all left in the game. He and the other husbands had plotted that they "girls" would be unable to play well enough to keep from being eliminated. As it had turned out the three remaining girls had a real ability to pick up the bluff and crushed the other players.

He looked at his chips and counted mentally, he was in third place of the six remaining players. Numbers four and five were likely to go out at the next round. The limit had already risen to $1,000 for the small blind and they only had about four or five thousand each remaining. It would not be long until there were four. What amazed him was that it looked like he would be the only guy in the money. They had cut the payout at the top four expected those four to be the original four guys who had the idea. Who would have though he mused as the man to his right (Bill) went "all in".

Bill flipped over his cards to show a solid set (three of a kind). Liz turned her cards to reveal a possible flush but the odds were definitely in Bill's favor with only one card left. The dealer turned the last card to show another heart. Liz made her flush and with an excited squeal raked in the pot. She was now the chip leader. Bill sighed and backed away from the table.

The scene repeated itself the next hand as the only other male went out. He shook his head in amazement and excused himself to go to the restroom.

When he returned he saw the onlookers putting on coats and leaving. His wife came over and told him that Bill would take her home so she could relieve the sitter.

Soon the room was emptied except for the four "winners". Liz, Sarah, Maureen and John stared at each other, each resolving themselves to beat the others and take home the pot. John had the added pressure of being the "last man standing" so he HAD to win for the men.

The evening wore on with Liz and John gradually rising to the top in the chip count. They took turns in the leader position from hand to hand. She was currently the leader but he still held a solid chance of winning. He peeked at his cards and saw it: two aces with a third on the table already showing gave him huge promise as he bet solidly. Sarah and Maureen dropped out quickly but Liz stayed in. The next two cards gave him a rush as two kings showed. He now had a solid full house and was assured a victory. Already the pot had grown to be the biggest of the night. He felt a flush of excitement and worked to hide it.

The last card remained and eliminated the possibility of a straight flush for Liz. He smiled and moved "all in". His chips all in meant this hand was all or nothing for him. Liz would still be in the game if she called and lost but no longer a real threat. Liz looked across the table at him. "I never have liked this "all in" business she said. It seems so one-sided.

You stand to loose everything while I stay around regardless. Hardly seems fair. Tell you what," she said as she scribbled something on a note paper. "I'll put all my chips in against yours if you'll add this to the pot." Puzzled he took the piece of paper and unfolded it. "Your clothes" was all it said. At first puzzled, realization hit him. He gasped in amazement and stared at her grinning back. "Well," she asked "how much do you like your hand?"

"OK" he said and threw the paper on the pile. Maureen and Sarah exchanged puzzled glances but said nothing as he turned over his cards to reveal a full house, Aces over Kings. Liz feigned surprise and said, "I guess you beat me, I only have two pair."

John reached for the pot as she added "Of kings" and turned over her four kings. John slumped back in his chair and watched as Liz raked in all the chips. She quickly stacked them into an enormous pile then picked up the piece of paper. "I think you owe me something else" she whispered. Then she passed the paper to Sarah and Maureen. They actually giggled when they read it and turned to him in expectation.

He waited to be let off the hook but saw nothing but amusement in Liz's eyes. Slowly he removed his shirt and handed it to her. She took it and folded it gently then placed it beside his chips on the table. He took off his shoes and socks. Placed the socks inside the shoes and handed them to her. She smiled and put them under the table then waited. Seeing he was not going to get off that easily, he slowly undid his pants and removed them. He handed them to her; she smiled and folded them placing them on the shirt.

He sat down, grateful it was over.

"I'm sorry" Liz said, "You still owe me one more item." John's head jerked up in surprise gauging to see if she seriously expected him to remove his underwear. He looked in her eyes and saw that she did. 

He slowly stood up and peeled off his underwear handing them to Liz and sat down.

"Thank you" Liz said and handed him the note back.

John really did not know what to do next. So he sat there naked and without chips watching the card being dealt. Sara dealt him in. He looked at the cards even though he knew he did not have the minimum bet even if they were great. He had a King and Queen of hearts. He sighed and set them back down.

Sarah leaned over to him and whispered "I enjoyed the show but did not have to pay for it. Take these." She slid enough to cover the first bet. He caught her eyes taking a look at his cock; in spite of his embarrassment, it stirred. She watched it move and smiled. 

John pushed the ante into the center and waited to see the next card. A Jack of Hearts came up. He still was looking at a straight flush. Surprisingly everyone passed the bet. The next card was dealt. He felt his breath catch as it showed a ten of hearts. All he needed was an ace of hearts to be a royal flush or a 9 of hearts to make a straight flush. He looked around to see what he should do, he desperately wanted to bet but there were no chips left. Then Maureen leaned over and whispered. "I'll give you some chips; I feel I owe you for the embarrassment."

She pushed a small pile over to him resting her hand on his thigh as she did. He felt himself stir again but was too caught up in the bet to see her eyes watching it. He quickly pushed in the chips and said "all in".

Liz watched and smiled. "You want to go double or nothing?", she asked. He replied "I'm all in and naked, there is nothing more." Liz picked up a small piece of paper and handed it to him. "Same as before," she said, "winner takes all". He slowly took the paper and looked at it. "Anything I ask" was all that was written.

John looked at the cards on the table looked at his cards one more time and mentally calculated the odds. "How long?", he asked. "One hour" Liz replied. "OK" he nodded and placed the paper on the pile.

The next card came up. It was a heart but only a seven. He did not get the straight flush but he had the King high flush. He waited for the next card. A deuce of clubs, no help to anyone. The last card turned, three of spades. He had a King high flush and turned his cards.

Liz smiled and showed hers. Eight and nine of hearts. She had the straight flush and beat him once again. He slumped back in his chair and watched as Liz put away all the chips. She had won everything. The evening prize of $250 and more...

At last Liz, Sarah and Maureen had everything put away. John had not helped. He had become acutely aware that he was naked while normal activities went on around him.

Liz came back in the room. Sat at the cleared table and picked up the piece of paper.

"Get up on the table and lay on your back", she ordered. 

He hesitated a bit then decided to just get it over with. He climbed up on the table and lay down.

Liz handed him a blindfold and told him to put it on. "You can't tell our husbands what you don't see she whispered" as she helped him on with it.

Laying there face up and blindfolded was embarrassing for John but also a little exciting. In spite of the situation and being literally in the spotlight, he felt his cock starting to stir. He tried to think of something else. 

He felt someone climb up onto the table. He could feel bare flesh of thighs before he smelled female smell and felt a pussy being lowered onto his face. He took a deep smell and smiled at the wet lips hovering above his. 

Instinct took over as his favorite activity presented itself. He licked upwards and met wet bare lips. As he tentatively explored he was pleased to find no hair. He wondered which of the ladies this was..shaved. He started to lick in earnest but stopped quickly at the feel of something soft and wet sliding up each of his thighs. 

No longer just a stir, his cock sprang to attention as two tongues worked their way up his thighs. He was hard as a rock by the time they reached his balls and continued up the shaft. As the two tongues licked off his pre-cum he nearly came. Luckily it stopped. 

He turned his attention back to the pussy on his face. He licked the full length of the lips slowly and methodically. He was surprised at how quickly he heard the moans. "Oh gawd" Liz moaned, "You should give a pussy eating clinic. Oh, ohhhh, pleeez." John smiled at regaining control and felt the first spasms of her orgasm reach his lips. 

He felt touches on his cock as something was slid over the end of his cock. It felt like a condom but then again only a band. As he lapped up the come flowing on his face he realized it was an elastic band around his cock. Then he felt another body quickly climbing on top the table.

He moaned into the bare, wet pussy as he felt another one, hot wet and unbelievably tight slowly lowering onto his cock. "Gawd you are thick" he heard as she continued to slide ever slowly down his cock; just as she reached the base and settled her weight onto him. 

His face was suddenly free as the bare pussy left. He felt the shuffle and lots of movement on the table when another one lowered onto his face. 

This one smelled sweeter and had hair but neatly trimmed. He tasted it tentatively at first and found it tasted sweet. Also, this one was going to be a screamer...he mused as he eagerly began to lick her lips. 

High pitched moans started from above him jumping with each lick growing in strength.

"ooohh, oooh, oooooooo." She moaned. He heard the other one giggle, "he's really good at that isn't he?" he heard. 

"mmm,, mmm,, Hmmm, mmm" was the reply from above as he began to lick her lips up and down the length. 

Just as he began to get a rhythm started on her pussy the one on his cock began to slide up and down. The tight hot feeling combined with the excitement was too much and he felt like he was cumming. But he could not; the band on his cock would not let it out. He felt full and nearly pained as the feeling slowly passed. But a dull ache began in his balls. 

The pleasure far outweighed the pain as he thrust upwards to match the rising and falling on his cock. He timed the thrusts with the laps of his tongue and was pleased to hear the moaning/screams above him. They rose in intensity and became a drawn-out howl. He almost laughed as the image of an old movie crept into his mind but kept to his task of driving her over the edge. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth and began flicking it with his tongue. 

"aahhoohhh, FUCK!!!!" she screamed as she came hard on his face, pouring him with her juices. As he licked them up eagerly the movement on his cock became intense too and he felt the already tight pussy become even tighter in spasms milking his cock for the cum that would not come out. He felt the urge rising again and the painful pressure once again came to his balls. 

He barely heard the quiet "oohh" that signaled the end of the cumming on his cock but he felt the gush of warm liquid pour down his balls. He'd never felt a woman cum on him with so much liquid; the feeling was a huge turn on and he moaned himself with the pleasure. 

He soon found himself without anyone on either his cock or his face. The sudden cool air was a surprise while he waited for the next move. 

He did not have to wait long. He felt the smooth silkness of a shaved one sliding down his cock. Soft, wet and sensuous it was a stark contrast to the hot and tight one on him previously. He thrust upwards to fill her deeply and heard her moan in response. 

Soon there was again a pussy on his face. This one was the tight one just on him. He could taste a bit of himself on her and the flavour of musk she had poured on him earlier. He thrust his tongue into the hole, widened by his cock previously. He lapped her lips, then sucked her clit and thrust back into her hole again. She began to moan with excitement. He picked up the pace, sensing her nearness. 

Then the pace on his cock distracted him and the one there began to rise and fall more rapidly; her pussy clenching him with well timed spasms. Muscle control he had never before experienced, began to milk his cock like a professional masseuse. Soon he felt that familiar rise of cum in his balls. But once again it stopped there. 

The spasms in his cock set off the woman on him as her controlled grip became uncontrolled spasms. It felt like it was being squeezed almost too hard by the force of her cumming as she yelled "Ohhh gawd!!!' and came. 

He doubled his efforts on the clit on his face and was quickly rewarded by the now familiar "oohh" of her cumming as a flood of liquid filled his mouth. The taste was as arousing as the feeling had been; he drank it in. 

Suddenly both his face and cock were free. He waited for the change as he could feel them climbing on and off the table. A warm pussy settled on his waiting cock. It was hot and tight and felt perfect as it slid slowly down. 

Then she began to ride him so hard and furious he gasped as another unshaved pussy lowered on his lips. This one had just cum and had been fucked by him before. He could tell by the still stretched hole as he rammed his tongue deep into her. 

Together they were a fury of activity. He matched the intensity of the ride on his cock with his tongue probing and licking then sucking the clit over and over faster and faster. 

It all became too much for them too quickly. The one on his cock came first slamming hard onto his cock as she spasmed milking his cock with her spasms' intensity matching her ride. He felt the familiar cum stop before he came as the pain caused him to groan. His groan was just enough vibration on the pussy lips to cause the woman on his face to spasm uncontrollably and moan with pleasure. 

He lay back unmoving as both pleasure and pain sapped the energy from his body. 

Liz's voice asked if he was alright. He explained the soreness and that he would need some time. Then he just tried to relax. 

He could hear the concerned voices of the girls, plotting, planning and finally agreeing; as he felt the band being gently removed from his cock. Backed up pre-cum poured out in a relief that made him moan. His cock slowly began to deflate. 

Then they started. He felt tongues and hands rubbing gently all over his thighs and cock. He lifted up the blindfold just enough to see the most erotic sight of his life. 

Three women were licking and rubbing his thighs and cock as he sprang back to life. One set of very gentle hands rubbed his balls softly and the spot just below them causing the beginning of that all familiar feeling. 

As he felt the heat of a massive orgasm begin deep in his body the girls' tongues began to lick his shaft while one sucked just the tip into her hot mouth. Circling it, the pleasure was intense especially with the hands and tongues along his shaft and balls. 

His first jet of cum filled the mouth of the one on his cock. She quickly pulled away to swallow the load hungrily as another took her place just in time for a second equally massive load to fill her mouth. Like it was choreographed she moved off and the third took his cock deep in her mouth for the third jet of hot cum that filled her mouth to overflowing. 

John bucked and groaned and thrashed on the table in pleasurable release then collapsed. 

The next day John tried to remember getting dressed and going home or even how he crawled into bed without waking his wife but could not. He slept late and was awakened by coffee his wife brought him. 

"Did you win the game?" she asked. 

"No" he replied, I got fourth. 

"Oh well. At least it was fun. Did Liz show you some of her tricks?" she asked. 

His face turned red as he asked "What do you mean?" 

"Well she does card tricks for parties. She used to be a street magician. She can make a card come up anywhere in the deck. That's why we never let her deal." she explained as she left him to get dressed. 

"hmm" he mumbled "no I did not see them". He sat there remembering Liz's hands with the red nails, shuffling and handing out the cards the last two hands. Then he remembered how manicured and sweet smelling all three of the pussies had been almost as if they had been expecting something special. He knew he'd been had and hoped beyond hope he would be again. 



Texas Hold Him



"Let's play a game." said Sharon, holding up the cards with an impish look on her face. Her husband, Manny, nodded and chimed in, "How about poker?"

Audrey and I looked at each other. This was our first time entertaining our new neighbours in our house and after only an hour of chit chat and drinking it seemed like we were all hitting it off. We didn't have that many friends, being rather shy ourselves, but Sharon and Manny seemed very friendly and outgoing. Even in the short time we'd been in the neighbourhood, we'd noticed a number of pretty wild-looking parties happening down the street at their place. Sharon and Manny are a great-looking couple, mid-thirties in great shape. So when they showed up at our door with a huge bottle of wine this evening, we felt pretty special to have their attention. There was something about their almost aggressive confidence that felt a bit intimidating and, in an even deeper place, exciting. From time to time they'd drop comments that were off-colour in casually sexual way.  For example, while touring them around our house, Sharon had paused to note our wrought iron bedposts and looking me directly in the eyes, said, "I'll bet you've spent a fair amount of time handcuffed to that bed, haven't you, Patrick." My eyes shot to Audrey who was instantly blushing (as I'm sure I was too) and then fell to the floor. I stammered something lamely and tried to change the subject, but when I risked a glance back at Sharon she was still staring me down with an amused smile on her face. "Don't worry, kids. We know how to keep secrets." 

She and Manny chuckled and moved on; much to my relief because, you see, I had spent some time handcuffed to that bed and so had Audrey. In spite of our outward shyness we were both pretty kinky. Our problem, though, was that we were both submissive and never really enjoyed dominating each other. We just always took turns and made the best of it. 

Anyway, we sat in the living room and by the time we'd reached the bottom of that enormous wine bottle, we were all feeling pretty relaxed. Manny began searching through our liquor supplies for something else we could drink. Sharon opened our games cabinet and started searching through it. I was glad I'd hidden all our sexual stuff, porn tapes, stories, props etc in a box under our bed, because Sharon and Manny seemed to have no inhibitions about rifling through our stuff. Indeed, after only an hour, they already acted as though they owned the place. As Manny poured out new drinks for us Sharon found a deck of cards and at Manny's suggestion, we sat down to play poker. 

Manny fixed his eyes on Audrey as he held out her drink, "Lick-her and Poke-her. My two favourite things. Yours too, I bet, eh Audrey?" There was a silent moment where I almost choked on my drink. Audrey demurely reached for the drink but Manny pulled his hand back just in time, waiting for her answer. "Eh?" he repeated. 

Audrey swallowed and muttered "yes, I guess so," while looking at the floor. She reached for the glass again and again Manny pulled it back. 

"You really should say 'please' then, shouldn't you." He taunted. Audrey was trembling now and breathing rather heavily. I could see that she was both nervous and thrilled at the same time. 

"Please." she said in very quiet voice. Manny chortled. 

"I didn't quite hear that, Audrey. C'mon. Look me in the eyes and tell me if you want it." 

Audrey summoned the strength, put on a smile and fixed her gaze on Manny. "Please, Manny. I want it, please."

This time when she grabbed the glass, he didn't try to stop her. She took it and took a sip. 

"Did you hear that Sharon? She wants me to Lick-her and Poke-her. She just begged me for it."  Audrey looked up suddenly, startled at the way he had turned his joke on her. 

"Manny, really, you are bad! Honestly, Audrey pay him no mind." said Sharon, laughing, "Besides, if you him to fuck you, it's me you have to beg, not him." 

Audrey turned red and nearly choked on her wine, "Oh, but I... don't, uh..."

"It's alright, honey. You play your cards right and you might get the chance," said Sharon, "you are fetching when you get all shy like that, isn't she, Manny?" 

This was getting very embarrassing so I tried to change the subject and take the heat off of Audrey. "The only problem with playing poker," I said, "Is that we don't have any chips to play with. It's mainly a betting game isn't it?"

This broke the tension momentarily as we pretended to try to think of another game to play. Then Sharon took control of the situation again. "I know! We'll play strip poker. That'll be fun!" Seeing Audrey and I tense up she immediately followed this with, "Just a bit. For fun. Don't worry, kids. We'll go easy on you. And we'll stop whenever you really want us to." Sharon seemed delighted with her 'new idea' and Manny was all for it. After a bit more coaxing Audrey and I shed our inhibitions and agreed to play. I shifted in my seat so no one would see my growing penis under my pants. 

"Okay, let's play truth or dare strip poker just to keep things interesting," said Sharon. Without waiting for objections she went on while Manny dealt out cards in a variation of Texas Hold 'em. The way it worked was this: Manny was the dealer, he dealt each of us and himself two cards. At which point we had to decide whether or to stay in the game or fold. Then Manny would deal four cards (which he called "the strip") face up on the table. We were to make the best five-card hand out of the cards on the table and the two in our hands, but first was another opportunity to bow out. Anyone who folded at this point had to take off a piece of clothing in front of everyone. Then we showed our hands. The winner stayed clothed. Everyone else still in the game had to take off a piece of clothing. The person with the weakest hand would also have to pay a forfeit, truth or dare, to be decided by the winner.

In the first hand, I thought my odds were good so I stayed in, as did everyone else. When the face up cards were dealt, though, things didn't look so good. All I had was an Ace. Still, I thought, it probably wasn't the worst hand so what difference did it make? It turned out everyone else had pairs. Manny had the highest pair so the rest of us had to take something off. About this time I began to realize that Audrey and I were going to lose this game. Manny and Sharon were both wearing many more layers than either of us. Sharon was wearing a loose dark blouse with a light vest over top, a skirt, fishnet stockings and high-heeled shoes. She stood up, did a comical sultry dance, dropped her vest to the floor and sat down. It was Audrey's turn. Because we hadn't been expecting company we were both underdressed for this game. She was wearing sandals, jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. She stood up and kicked off one her sandals and quickly sat down. Manny wasn't too impressed. "Both sandals count as one item," he insisted and Audrey grudgingly obliged. Now it was my turn. All I had on was my jeans, my socks, my underwear (obviously) and a dress shirt I had thrown on when our guests had arrived. I stood up and suddenly remembered my glasses, which I removed and laid on the table in front of me.   "Now, Patrick," said Manny, "It's forfeit time." I got on my knees in front of Manny, which was the rule, according to Sharon. "Hmmm. Let's go easy on you and start with a truth forfeit. If you don't answer honestly, I'll know and give you a worse forfeit. Fair enough?" I nodded, wondering what he would ask me. "Now, tell me the truth. Why do you want to suck my cock?" 

Sharon laughed out loud at the stunned look on my face. Even Audrey seemed amused by this. I was floored. "I... I... have never sucked cock before in my life."

"That's an interesting fact, Patrick," said Manny, "but that's not what I asked you. I'll repeat. Why do you want to suck my cock?"

"Um... but, Manny," I stumbled, "I have never thought about wanting to suck your cock."

"Again, Patrick, thanks for the information but you have to answer the question I asked you. I want to hear you tell me why you want to suck my cock. So you had better think about it fast and you had better come up with a good reason that we can believe in. This is your last chance to answer or I'll have the judges rule you unresponsive." Sharon licked her lips and Audrey looked curious about how I might get myself out of this predicament. "Now, Patrick, why do you want to suck my cock."

In the face of this humiliation, the thought of sucking Manny's cock started to sound not too bad. There was no time to think my way out of this. I just opened my mouth and started talking, saying things that shocked me more than anyone. "Because, Manny, I want to taste it. I want to taste your amazing hard cock. I want you to treat me like a cocksucker and fuck my mouth. I want to taste your cum and swallow every drop of it." I stopped myself. What had I just said? I couldn't believe it. And yet I realised I had meant every word of what I was saying. Everyone looked a little bit turned on by all this. Even Audrey, who looked at me in astonishment.

"Judges? Do you believe his sincerity?" asked Manny with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Oh yeah." said Sharon. "He wants your cock, alright." 

Audrey, in turn, said "yes, I think he meant it." in a mildly curious voice, implying we'd be having a long conversation about this later. 

"Wow," said Sharon, "Some neighbours. Now you've both asked to have your way with my husband. I don't know what I should think about that." She pretended to pout and she and Manny shared a laugh. I felt incredibly humiliated. 

It was time for the next round of cards. After "the strip" was dealt I decided I couldn't win and folded. This meant I had to stand up and undress again. I quickly peeled off my socks and sat back down, relieved that the worst was over for now.  This time Audrey had the best hand and Manny had the weakest hand. 

First Sharon stood up. I expected her to take off her shoes, but instead, after dancing toward Audrey in her sultry way she pulled her blouse over her head and revealed that she was wearing a black satiny basque underneath. It was tight around her torso and cupped her ample breasts, just barely concealing her nipples. She sat down. Manny stood up and did a mock dance toward Audrey as well. He was wearing all black: sports coat, dress shirt and trousers. He ended his dance kicking off both of his black leather loafers. He wasn't wearing any socks. He dutifully knelt in front of Audrey to receive his forfeit.   

Audrey was on the spot. This was a lot of pressure and Manny was watching her without a trace of nervousness. Finally, she had a thought. "Tell me the truth, Manny. What goes on at those wild parties you guys host at your place?" It was something we were both curious about so I was glad she had asked. 

"Well, Audrey, those are bondage and domination parties, since you ask." Audrey made a tiny gasp at his answer, but Manny went on, "Consenting adults come from all over the place for an orgy of kinky sex. We have certain rules, you understand, to make sure no one gets hurt. But otherwise, just about anything goes. Are you satisfied with my answer?" Nonplussed, Audrey looked at Sharon who nodded sagely. I had nothing to say, so Audrey agreed and the game proceeded. With our new awareness about our neighbours, both Audrey and I were very curious and excited. 

During the next round, Sharon dropped out before "the strip." Manny dropped out after "the strip" and had to remove his jacket. Only Audrey and I remained. She won. I stood up and removed my shirt, feeling very exposed. Then I knelt before Audrey to receive my punishment. To my relief, and some protest from the other two, she went fairly easy on me, daring me to kiss her feet. As she sat on the couch I lifted one of her legs in the air and, feeling a sudden passion, began licking her foot and sucking her toes. Sharon and Manny enjoyed this and cheered me on, which made me even more horny as I worked on her other foot. Audrey was obviously more turned on by this than she had expected be and finally had to tell me to stop. 

The next round, I went out before the strip, not wanting risk losing my jeans on crappy cards. Everyone else stayed in the game and Sharon won. Audrey was the big loser. Manny stood up, turned up the music, and straddled Sharon like a lap dancer, removing his shirt one button at a time. It was cheesy, but still pretty hot. Audrey was loosening up by now, she swayed to the music and, to my amazement, slowly writhed out of jeans. The giant sweatshirt she was wearing fell to her thighs like a really short skirt, meaning we could only see the tiniest glimpses of the white panties she was wearing. Breathing heavily, she kneeled in front of Sharon for her forfeit. Sharon asked Manny and I to stand up next to each other.    

"Audrey, honey. I dare you to kiss both of the husbands for ten seconds each, but I want you to hold their crotches while you're doing it and then tell me which of them has the bigger cock." 

Audrey gasped. "Uh... are you serious...? Because I don't know..." 

"Don't talk back, Audrey. Just do it. Now!" snapped Sharon, in a tone that surprised us. 

Audrey was flushed with nervous excitement. First she approached me, placed her hand on my bulging crotch and leaned in to kiss me. With our two neighbours watching, it was as exciting as the first time we had ever kissed. With her tongue against mine, I felt my cock grind against her hand.  After ten seconds, Sharon told her to stop. Audrey walked over to Manny who obviously couldn't wait to suck face with my wife.  

I felt a twinge of envy as she summoned her courage, cupped his groin with one hand and pushed her tongue into his open mouth. More overpowering, though, was the idea that I was seeing a whole other perspective of what it must look like when Audrey kissed me. Manny was clearly enjoying himself. I saw his hand start to slide up her bare thigh and under her sweatshirt but Audrey didn't stop until Sharon finally called time. "So Audrey, who has the bigger cock?" Audrey hesitated. She seemed conflicted about what she should say. Finally, she pointed to me. 

"That wasn't very convincing, Audrey. I think you might be lying. Judges?"

Manny agreed immediately that she was lying, asserting that he had the largest cock of anyone he knew. All eyes turned to me for my judgement. 

"I think she was lying," I admitted, "but only to spare my feelings, I'm sure." Audrey looked at me with an irritated expression, clearly upset by my betrayal. 

Sharon leaned back in her chair. "I see only one way to settle this," she said, "Let's see 'em, gents."

Manny didn't hesitate. He opened his pants and pulled out the largest cock I had ever seen. It must have been over eleven inches and completely stiff. All eyes turned to me. Sighing, I opened the front of my jeans and pulled my dick out of my underwear. I'm no slouch in that department, but I knew I was no match for Manny, and I could feel my penis beginning to shrink from the embarrassment. Sharon laughed at the sight. "Alright, put them away, boys. Audrey, there's no doubt about it. You are obviously a lying slut!"

Audrey seemed taken off guard by Sharon's change of tone. I tried to intervene. "Sharon. She was only being loyal to me."

"And you were disloyal to her. Anyway, it doesn't matter why she lied." said Sharon, "the point is she broke the rules and should now pay a stiffer penalty. On your knees, Audrey. Now!" Audrey hastily complied, her chest heaving with excited, heavy breathing. Sharon reached into her purse and extracted, of all things, a rubber ball gag. "Since you're a proven liar, I think it only fair that we stop you from telling any more lies. You can take this off the next time you win a hand." With that, she placed the ball in Audrey's mouth and fastened the strap behind her head. "Now, Audrey, do you agree with the fairness of your penalty?" Audrey nodded her head demurely. "Excellent. Now. No more cheating."

We resumed the game, from here on in Audrey, being gagged, had communicate by sign language.  We all stayed in the game after the strip and Manny won. I, again, had the weakest hand. Sharon stood up and did a strip tease for us, eventually pulling off her skirt to reveal that she was clad in stockings held up by garters attached to the bottom of the basque she was wearing. More enticing still, she wore only a tiny black g-string under that. When she pulled her skirt down, she had turned around, giving us all a great view of her ass. Combined with the fact that she was still wearing her high-heeled shoes, her outfit was a knockout. Next it was Audrey's turn to strip. When she turned her back to us and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra. No wonder she hadn't taken the sweatshirt off earlier! Now she was thoroughly exposed standing before us wearing only the gag and her white panties. Finally she turned back to us. With one arm, she tried to cover her tits while holding her other hand over the front of her panties. 

"That's bullshit, Audrey!" Sharon protested, "You were warned once already. Now put your fucking arms down, bitch!" 

Audrey was breathing rapidly and trembling. With her mouth gagged, she couldn't exactly argue. She looked to me imploringly but there was nothing I could do or say to help her. I just looked back. 

"Time's a wasting, slut," said Manny, "Rules are rules. Show me the goods I just won or it's extra punishment for you... again."

Reluctantly, Audrey dropped her arms to her sides. Everyone could see her succulent breasts, erect nipples, and the front of her virtually drenched panties. Sharon and Manny walked over to stand very close to Audrey. 

"Why doesn't she want to play fair, Sharon?" asked Manny as he leered inches away from Audrey's breasts, "Why hide these beauties away when they're so delectable?"

"I bet you'd love to slide your cock between them, wouldn't you hon?" said Sharon making Audrey flinch, "Or coat them with your cum?" Audrey whimpered audibly, struggling to stand her ground while her every instinct seemed to make her want to run away. 

"Oh yeah, but first, I'm curious about this 'panty soup' down here." Manny slipped a finger into the very top of Audrey's waistband, pulled it out just an inch and then let it snap back against her belly. This caused Audrey to quake and glare in my direction. Watching these two assessing her like a piece of meat was very exciting to me. I wanted to fuck her myself at this moment. Nervous and incredibly aroused, all I could do was stare back at Audrey and give her the slightest shrug.

Sharon followed Audrey's gaze to me. "But first, Manny, let's not forget the big loser over here. Audrey, sweetie, we'll deal with you later." Audrey visibly relaxed and almost fell back into her seat, her arms once more, involuntarily covering her privates.

Now, of course it was my turn to strip. I stood up, simply unzipped my jeans and dropped them around my ankles. My briefs, however, were hardly up to the task of concealing my very stiff cock, which was obvious now. At least it had rebounded from my earlier embarrassment. Remembering Audrey's treatment, I forced my self to stand straight with my arms at my side, feeling the slight discomfort of the head of my cock peeking out of my waistband. 

"There Audrey," said Manny, "That's how it's done. See how your husband isn't trying to hide his tiny little penis? That's how you should have followed the rules of the game. Patrick, you put your wife to shame. Now get down on your fucking knees for your dare." 

Gingerly, I knelt before Manny to receive whatever new indignity he had in mind. 

"Patrick," he began, "I dare you to go to your porn collection -don't even try to pretend you don't have one- and bring back the raunchiest, kinkiest, most personally embarrassing item you have to show us all." 




Texas Hold Him



Clad only in my briefs, I went upstairs to the bedroom by myself, trying to think my way out this one. Pulling the 'sex' box out from under the bed, I quickly scanned over the contents, magazines, tapes, dildos, handcuffs, etc. I'd be mortified to show anyone this stuff. Then I figured since our guests didn't actually know what I had up here, I could fool them. I took the most innocuous magazine I could find, with soft-core photos of naked women and brought back down to the living room.  I opened the magazine to the centerfold, featuring a sexy woman in black lingerie and displayed for all to see. "There you are." I said. 

Manny sighed dubiously and Sharon grinned, "Patrick are you honestly telling me that this the dirtiest, most embarrassing turn-on in your whole collection?" 

"Uh, yes." I said realising they were on to me. 

"Patrick, I totally don't believe you. Audrey, is he telling the truth?" asked Manny. I looked at my wife imploringly, hoping she would spare me any further embarrassment. She paused and looked me directly in the eyes. With horror, I now realised she was going to make me pay for the indignities she'd suffered. With an vengeful glint in her eye she shook her head slowly. She stood up and left the room. 

"Patrick, get back on your knees. How disappointing. You do realise you are in huge trouble now, don't you?" said Manny. I could only gulp and do as I was told. Audrey returned to the room carrying the thing I dreaded the most, a homemade video tape. With a triumphant look at me she popped it into the VCR and turned on the TV. 

This was a very rough handheld video made in our previous apartment. It was a role-playing scene I had begged Audrey to do with me, but it was so embarrassing, I had asked her to destroy the tape later. Obviously she hadn't. The first thing we could see was a mirror reflection of Audrey, in a severely prudish dress, holding the camera. Then she walked it down the hall to the bedroom and there I was, sitting on the bed dressed in a schoolgirl's outfit with a wig, make-up, white blouse, tartan skirt and tights. The camera closed in me, catching every cross-dressed detail. Finally, on the tape, Audrey in a mock-stern voice said, "Now Charlotte, what am I to do with you? This is the third time you've been in my office for wearing make-up. You know it's against the dress code, don't you."  "Yes, miss." I meekly replied in my best school-girl voice. "Now I have to punish you again, don't I, Charlotte?" "Please miss, I'm sorry miss. I won't do it again, I promise." I protested. "Sorry simply isn't good enough, Charlotte, for a repeat offender. Only corporal punishment can teach you a lesson now." Audrey set the camera on a dresser and appeared in the shot, holding a yardstick. She made me lie face down across the bed, lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights and panties just enough to reveal my ass cheeks. Then she proceeded to strike me across the ass with the ruler. Later she bent me across her lap. "Wearing make-up will encourage boys to take advantage of you, Charlotte. Is that what you want?"  "No, miss." I tearfully responded. "I think you do think you want that, Charlotte. But I know how to cure you of that, dear. Do you know what those boys want, Charlotte?" "No miss." "This is what they want." At this point on the tape, Audrey plunged her finger into my asshole, "They want this, over and over again." I was squealing with pain as she finger-fucked my ass. "Then, when they have what they want, they'll just throw you away. Like this." She roughly rolled me onto the floor. "Now take off your blouse, Charlotte and I'll show you what else they want."

Manny reached out and turned off the TV. He ejected the tape and passed it to Sharon, who put it in her purse. "I think we'll watch the rest at home, don't you think Sharon?"

Sharon nodded, "Most titillating, indeed. And we thought we were kinky. This will be great viewing at our next party." She looked at Audrey and me thoughtfully, "I guess it's always the quiet ones, isn't it?" I could not believe the humiliation I was now experiencing.  "Did you really think you'd get away with just showing us some flimsy skin mag, Patrick? Thanks to your wife, we now know how truly filthy and disturbed you two truly are."   

"I don't think we can continue this game with them, Sharon." said Manny, "They can't be trusted to follow the rules. They're both cheaters." 

"Cheaters. Yes," said Sharon thoughtfully, getting out of seat and approaching me, "I wonder if they cheat on each other, too?" She reached into her handbag again, pulled out a set of handcuffs, and circled behind me. "Stand up, Patrick." 

I did as I was told. Sharon stood so close behind me that I could feel her tits brushing against my naked back. She took my right hand and closed a cuff around it. She locked my left hand to my right, behind my back. I flinched at the coldness of the steel as it touched my back. 

Manny pulled another set of handcuffs, these ones covered with pink fake fur, from Sharon's handbag of hell.   "Okay folks, we're going to play a new game. It's called crime and punishment. You two have done the crimes already so its time for the punishment. It will be fun. Sharon and I make up the rules as we go along and you follow them." He approached Audrey, who tried to bolt. Manny had all the advantages though, being quicker and stronger. He grabbed Audrey around the waist from behind and pulled her back onto the sofa on top of him. Despite her flailing he managed to cuff one arm and then the other in front of her. Then he pulled her arms over their heads and looped them around the back of his neck. "Time to settle down, Red," he breathed into her ear, a reference to Audrey's red hair, "That kind of resistance is what earns you extra punishment."  

"Of course, you don't have to play," said Sharon, "We can leave you alone forever if you want us to. Oh, but we are taking the tape no matter what. And if you don't wish play with us, I'll be happy to put it up on our website and send the link to all your family, friends and co-workers so they can see how filthy and depraved the two of you are."

"So what do you say, kids?" asked Manny, "Anyone want to opt out?"  

Audrey and I looked at each other. Even if we weren't being blackmailed, this would be a fantasy come true for us, being dominated by such a powerfully attractive couple. She was breathing heavily, but clearly excited, the wet patch on her panties had soaked through to the point that I could see her red pubic hair through the cheap cotton. She looked at me and made no sound, I said nothing and our last chance to get out of this situation elapsed.

Sharon slowly brushed her hand down the front of my chest. "So hairy," she said, "we'll have to remedy that someday. I like my prisoners clean-shaven. Ah well. Let's get you out of these tightie whities, shall we?" She walked away toward the kitchen and I could hear her rooting around in there.

I looked over at Audrey, who was being held semi-reclined in Manny's lap. He still held her hands above her head with one hand, but with the other he was now cupping her right breast, gently teasing her nipple. I could see by the way she was rubbing her thighs together that it was working. Manny noticed me watching. "Eyes front, prisoner! It's our turn to watch you" he said and I quickly averted my gaze.

Sharon returned and dropped some things onto the coffee table beside me. She resumed standing behind me and brought her left hand around me, taking hold of my twitching cock. "This kind of underwear won't do at all," she cooed in my ear and I suddenly felt the cold steel blade of the kitchen scissors run down the front of my crotch. I started to buckle in fear and she turned the edge toward my cock and slightly against. "I'd stand still, if I were you, Patrick. We don't want to cut anything else off, do we?" I got it together, "There, there. Little boy trusts his mistress, doesn't he?"

When nothing happened, I realised she was waiting for me to answer. "Uh...yes."

The pressure of the blade increased, as did her grip around the head of my cock. "Yes, what?"

"Yes...mistress?"

"Louder."

"Yes, mistress!" 

"First rule, Patrick. From now on, we are Mistress Sharon and Master Manny, got that?"

"...yes Mistress Sharon... and Master Manny." I replied.

"Clever boy," Her voice changed from fire to honey again. She turned the blade of the scissors and after a few efficient snips my underwear was gone. She casually tossed the scissors across the room and released my penis. "Well, Manny, how do you like your little boy, now?"

"Better. Bigger than before, but still not spectacular."

"Oh, but I think I know how we can get spectacular results from it." With the tip of her finger she wiped a bit of pre-cum off the end of my dick and brought it to my lips, "Open."  I opened my mouth and she wiped her finger on my tongue. "Get used to that taste, sugar. And a whole lot more. Down."

I dropped to my knees, stealing a quick glance over to the sofa where Manny had his hand inside my softly moaning wife's panties. 

"Good boy. I think you deserve a treat for being so obedient." She walked around me so her crotch was level with my nose. I could smell the unfamiliar but inviting aroma just inches away. She placed her hand on the back of my head and drew me forward. "Lick" was all she said.

I began licking the front of her g-string, tasting the juices that seeped through. "Ooh! That's a good boy!" she squealed as she pushed my face deeper into her pussy. She reached down and pulled the front of her g-string aside and I began working on her cunt itself. "That's right, baby get that tongue in there. OOOh sweet!" 

Her enthusiastic verbal encouragement, which was otherwise exciting, made a tiny part of me embarrassed, knowing that my wife could hear and see everything only a few feet away. I could only imagined that was intentional, to make both of us suffer. 

"OOOh yes, baby's so good at that! There's hope for you yet. But I don't want to come just yet. That's your sweet little honey's job." 

Sharon pulled herself away and dropped her g-string. I peeked over to the sofa and saw that Manny had turned Audrey so that she was lying face down on the sofa and her panties were off. Then he spread her ass cheeks apart and buried his face in her ass, causing her to shriek through the gag. 

"Hey, what are you...?" I foolishly uttered before thinking better of it. 

Manny looked up at me in fury. "Shut him up." he told Sharon. 

Sharon picked up Audrey's soaked panties from the floor and walked over to me. "Open." she said. When I opened my mouth she stuffed the panties inside it. "Now honey, because you did such a good job just now, I'm going to let you watch while we fuck your wife. But don't misbehave or it will get worse for you." 

Sharon settled herself on the sofa by Audrey's head, spread her legs and lifted Audrey's face. "Now dear, Patrick's done most of the work here. I just need you to finish me off. You think you can do that?" Audrey considered the request, then nodded weakly. "Good. Then I'm taking this off." She loosened the buckle of the ball gag and let it fall around Audrey's neck. Then she gently pulled Audrey's face into her pussy. 

Manny lifted Audrey's hips up so she was on her knees, and started undoing his pants. It suddenly occurred to me that this man was going to fuck my wife with that huge cock of his. 

I tried to shout "Wait" but with the panties in my mouth, it just came out as noise. Walking on my knees I tried to get closer to the sofa. 

"What's the matter, feeling left out?" Manny asked, "Don't worry. I'm going to fuck you next. Now shut the fuck up." And with that he eased his monster cock into Audrey's cunt. 

Feeling helpless, I watched the three-way action taking place in front of me. Only an hour or so ago we were having a pleasant evening with new neighbours. How had it so quickly turned into this scene of degradation?

Sharon was making the same ecstatic noises she had made with me while I had been eating her out but it now made me relieved that it wasn't me, sorry for Audrey and jealous that I wasn't a part of it. It took only a short time before I noticed the telltale signs of Audrey's orgasm, which seemed to coincide with a climax of Sharon's. Manny extracted himself while the two women collapsed onto the sofa panting in sync. Manny turned to face me. 

"Alright, pal. Now you get your wish." He reached into my mouth and pulled out the panties. I knew what was coming now. There was no way to back out of this. Turning us sideways so the women could watch, he brought his cock to my lips and I opened wide to take it in. At only a few inches I began to gag. "Hey Sharon, he really hasn't ever sucked cock before. Easy does it, guy. Oh god, how pathetic." Gradually I was able to take more and more of his length with gagging, but not fast enough for Manny who withdrew in disgust. "Forget it, you'll have earn your way up to suck this properly." He dragged me over to the sofa and pushed my face into the seat so that my ass was in the air. "On to the main event."

"No!" I shouted into the seat cushion. I struggled to get up but I felt another set of hands, Sharon's, holding me down as Manny positioned himself behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He squirted something, I later found out it was cooking oil from the kitchen, on my asshole and then I felt the pressure of his cock trying to enter me. My whole body was tense. 

Sharon said, "Relax, honey. That's the only way you're going to get through this. Audrey! Help him."

Audrey leaned over to me and whispered, "I love you." 

Then the head of Manny's cock entered me and I screamed, but it got easier after that. With each thrust he got deeper and deeper. I felt the tears streaming down my face and both women had to hold me down.  

"You are a tight-ass, alright, Patrick," grunted Manny as he plowed my virgin ass.   Finally he withdrew his cock and I fell to the floor weeping. Sharon grabbed Audrey by the hair and threw her down on the floor next to me. She was crying, too.

We were pushed together on our side, facing each other and our cuffs were detached and then reattached with our arms interlaced around one another. Audrey's gag was put back in her mouth and her panties were put back in mine. As a final insult, Manny crouched down over our faces stroking himself to climax. What seemed like bucket loads of cum spewed onto Audrey's face and mine, mixing with our tears, while Sharon and Manny laughed at us. 

Sharon snapped a few pictures of us in this state with her cell phone camera.   

"Oops," she said, "I hope I don't accidentally send this out to anyone. Ha ha ha."

"Excellent," said Manny, "Now let's go upstairs and see what else is in this toy box of theirs."

Then they left us, tied to each other on the floor while they rummaged around our house for what seemed like hours. Every time I came close to thinking the nightmare had ended, I would hear them laughing again over some new discovery. 

I opened my eyes, looking directly into those of my wife. I gave her a hug. 

She gave me one back. 

I moved my gagged mouth over to hers and we touched in an obscene but somehow tender attempt at a kiss. I realised that no matter what we had been through, she and I - and our marriage - would be alright. 

I felt my cock starting to stir again as I squeezed her tightly again. 

"Well, we're on our way now." Sharon's voice shocked us out of our private moment. She was standing in the doorway fully dressed again, "You two stay out of trouble, if you can. Feel free to finish the rest of the wine on your own."

"Oh, but we're taking this stuff," said Manny, appearing behind her holding the box. "So many other tapes in here to view... You can earn them back, of course. But I think you know what you'll have to do in order to get them." 

Sharon walked over and snapped another picture. "Such a nice couple, Manny. We do have nice neighbours, don't we?"

"Yep." Manny said and walked out the front door.

Sharon noticed my hard dick. "Isn't that cute. Still in love after all that?"

We both nodded. 

"Then, one last kindness." She leaned over and gently took my cock into her hand, guiding it into Audrey's moist pussy. We both moaned in pleasure as I was engulfed in her warmth. 

Sharon walked to the front door, turned back, and casually said, "The handcuff keys are... somewhere in the house." Then she walked out, leaving the door wide open behind her.