****** The Poker Game by Clark St. John ******
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The Poker Game


Dedicated to Deirdre

It was Wednesday night and the weekly poker game that Carl always hosted was in
full swing, with the five good friends sitting around the dining room table
trying their best to win the nickel and dime pots while laughing at each
other's misfortune or jokes. None of them had ever lost more than ten dollars
in the two years since Carl and his friends had started the weekly get-
together, using it more as an excuse for a boys-night-out than for actually
enjoying a card game, an opportunity for camaraderie and release from their
daily grind. Their conversation was normally filled with expletives and
laughter, often peppered with risqué comments about this person or that, even
in the presence of Carl's wife of three years, Deirdre. All of the men knew
that Deirdre could dish it out as well as she could take it and their off-color
remarks were often punctuated by her comments on the subject as she would pass
through the room or bring beer or snacks to the table when requested.

This night was no different in that respect as the game reached the normal
half-way point until Deirdre, after one of her many trips from the kitchen to
the table, paused beside Carl and watched as the men played a hand. She stood
there silently for the duration of the hand, looking over her husband's losing
hand, her hands on her curvy hips, apparently unconscious of the distracting
effect she was having on the men seated around the table. Deirdre was like
that. She was aware that she was viewed as a beautiful woman and had a body
that could easily stop traffic, her long, strawberry-blonde hair accentuating
her fine Irish features and her sparkling green eyes captivating, but outwardly
she gave the impression that no one noticed her beauty. So she didn't perceive
how the men at the table were giving her furtive looks, admiring how she filled
the jeans and low-cut top she was wearing. A couple of the men played with
their meager chips, eyes supposedly on the cards they held while stealing
glances at Deirdre's nicely-rounded ass straining against the denim of her
jeans and the way her breasts appeared to be mounted on her chest like two
halves of a child's football, her bra unable to conceal the pushing of her
nipples against the thin material.

Besides Carl, two of the other men were married and two were single.
Surprisingly, it was the married men who were stealing the most looks at the
lovely woman standing by Carl, although the singles got in their looks as well.
Carl saw a couple of them looking in his direction and it took him a minute to
realize they weren't attempting to read his so-called poker face or see his
hand, but were looking at his wife. Carl grinned at the knowledge, proud of the
beautiful woman who had agreed to be his and not the least bit jealous of
another man's admiration of her. He broke the silence as he through his hand
face down on the table, resignedly admitting, "I don't have shit, so I'm out,
fellas."

Joe, the oldest married man among the long-time friends, chided, "ah, sure you
do, Carl. Just don't have a good hand, is all." His eyes purposely focused on
Deirdre as he spoke, knowing Carl would catch his meaning.

Sean, the big red-headed Irishman couldn't resist. "Sure, laddy, you've got the
finest lass in all of Boston standing next to ya." His thick brogue betraying
that he had too many beers, which was often the case, as Sean had been in the
US for the last twenty years of his thirty-year life. The only time the Irish
came out was when he had too much to drink. Always a quiet, cheerful, fun-
loving man, a few drinks made him boisterous and mischievous, his quietness
discarded for back-slapping humor. Something that seemed to mortify his proper
English wife to no end, the poor thing often trying to hide when she was with
Sean and he had been drinking.

Still, everyone loved the big Irishman and Deirdre had a special spot in her
heart for him because of their shared heritage. She smiled at him and her face
tinged a slight pink at his flattery, "Oh, Sean, you're just talking through
your beer, you Irish lug."

Todd, the youngest of the five friends, and admittedly, the best looking,
cleared his throat before taking the plunge into what he knew was dangerous
waters, "excuse me for saying this, Deirdre, Carl, but Sean is right. Deirdre,
you have the most fantastic body of any woman I know. And, you've got the looks
to go with it." The tall, dark-haired Todd fidgeted a little in his seat, aware
that the others had become silent, focusing their attention on him. He was
often the object of envy with the other men seated around the table due to his
ability to have just about any woman he wanted, always arriving at their
couples gatherings with stunning women in his company. His six-foot-four frame
with broad shoulders, narrow hips and cute butt in addition to an extremely
handsome face with his seemingly unkempt black hair and dark, soulful eyes
attracted women like flies, much to the chagrin and envy of most men. So the
other men were naturally surprised with his observation of Deirdre's qualities
and his placement of her figure above all the other women they had seen with
him. Not that Deirdre wasn't easily equal to the beauties that Todd sported,
for she was, but that he would voice such an opinion in front of a woman's
husband.

Carl ruptured the awkward silence, "no excuse needed, Todd. You're right. My
baby does have a fantastic body. She's pretty, too." As he bragged about her,
Carl slipped an arm around Deirdre's waist possessively and pulled her hips
against his shoulder. "And, even though she might turn a little red at flattery
like that, she knows it. Don't you, sugar?"

Deirdre slapped her husband on the back playfully, "Carl! You'll give the
impression I'm stuck up!"

Their playful exchange brought laughs from the others at the table and the game
in progress was remembered with Joe announcing, "well, Carl is out. And you
opened, Todd. Me, I fold, too, so that leaves you three." Joe nodded at Todd,
Sean, and the quiet Ken sitting between him and Todd. "What's it going to be,
Ken?"

Ken picked up his forgotten cards and studied them again before tossing another
dime onto the small pile of change in the middle of the table. "I'll stick," he
answered as he looked at Todd expectantly.

With a grin and a flourish, Todd tossed two dimes in the pot. "I'll bump it
another ten."

Sean's red face wrinkled up as he threw his cards down on the table, "hell,
boy, this hand ain't worth that."

All eyes turned to Ken, the suspense building as if the pot was for thousands
instead of the paltry dollar or so in change waiting to be scooped up by the
winner. After a minute of careful thought, Ken tossed another dime in the pot,
his somber poker face unrevealing, "I'll call that."

Todd's face broke into a boyish grin as he laid his cards on the table face up.
"Queens over fives, gentlemen. Beat that."

"Dammit!" Ken exclaimed. "I should have known you'd have a full house, you
lucky ass."

Todd scooped up the meager pot with a laughing jibe at the losers of the hand,
"you guys just can't beat the expert."

Big Sean rapped his knuckles on the younger man's head, "you're just lucky,
kid, that's all. At least at jacks or better, anyway." Thinking briefly, he
proposed, "we oughta play something else, like stud or low ball. Give the rest
of us a chance against this turkey," he laughed good-naturedly.

Joe and Carl quickly agreed, Joe lamenting, "yeah, I think so, too. I mean,
look at Todd's stash. He's got all the money tonight."

Ken shrugged, "fine with me. What should we play?"

Unexpectedly, Deirdre spoke up, something she rarely did during the weekly
poker sessions. "How about strip poker?" She grinned as she made the
suggestion, then added, "if you play strip poker, I'll join in to make it
interesting."

All five men stared at Deirdre in disbelief, Sean's jaw dropping, Ken's eyes
appearing to pop out of his head, Todd's eyebrows raised questioningly, Joe and
Carl looking shocked. Carl looked up at his wife, studying her face in an
attempt to read her true intentions as a pregnant silence fell on the room.
Carl had become used to Deirdre's mischievous surprises, but this one came as a
real shock. He knew her as a very sensual, sex-loving woman, but that was a
side of her she always kept concealed from all but himself, so her suggestion
left him dumbfounded.. If she was serious about playing strip poker, Carl knew
he could only go along with her as Deirdre could be very strong-willed at
times. Besides, he had to admit to himself that it might be an enjoyable
diversion. He had even flashed his wife on occasions and found it to be very
sexually stimulating. Carl voiced a portion of his thoughts, "are, are you
serious, babe?"

Deirdre stepped away from Carl's side and swung her hips teasingly as she
laughed, "of course, I am. And the way you guys play, I won't even have to take
off my shoes."

"Oh, ho, ho," Joe chuckled at the gauntlet Deirdre had thrown at the macho
bunch. "Girl, there ain't no way you can win a hand. We'll have all your
clothes in six straight hands."

His brag was reinforced by all the men at the table, with the exception of
Carl. "Careful, guys, she's good. She knows how to play poker."

Ken teased, "what's this, Carl? You two play strip poker when you're alone, or
something?"

His teasing brought laughter to the others while Carl's cheeks turned a slight
pink as he sought to disarm the teasing, "well, yeah, but what couple doesn't?"

Joe murmured, "hell, Madge and I don't."

His confession made Joe the object of the teasing as Todd stabbed, "what's
wrong, old man, your sex life losing its spark?"

Joe threw his cards at him, "I'm not too old to whip your ass, baby-face." The
grin on the older man's face showed the others he was merely joking and brought
further laughter from everyone.

Deirdre interrupted their laughter, "well, are we going to play cards, or not?"

Carl looked up at his lovely wife with mixed amusement and concern, uncertain
if he should halt her teasing of his friends while at the same time intrigued
by the possibilities she was offering, still wondering if she was serious. His
unspoken questions were soon answered when Todd spoke, "hell, I'm all for it.
Sounds like fun. What about you guys? Carl? Do you mind?"

Carl turned to look at his handsome friend, noticing the boyish smirk on Todd's
face, while the other men studied Carl, awaiting his rejection or acquiescence
of the proposed game. Carl shrugged and replied as he in turn looked at each of
his eager friends, "it's her body, so if she wants to risk showing it to
everybody, then I sure can't tell her she can't play." Seeing the relaxing
features peering back at him, Carl added, "but I warned you guys. She'll
probably have all our clothes without losing a stitch of her's."

His concession to the independence of his wife brought grins to all the faces
around the table as each of the men began to pick up their change from what
remained of their poker money and joked about who would win. Joe was the most
confident as he egged on the situation, "well, if she is that good, then at
least we'll see what each of us has between our legs."

Ken snorted, "hell, I didn't come here tonight to see a bunch of naked men. I'm
going to show you guys some real poker playing."

As they joked and prepared for the game, Deirdre had retrieved another chair
and was sliding it into place between Carl and Sean. Carl slid his chair a
little to the left to make room for Deirdre while Sean refused to budge,
wanting to be as close to Deirdre as he could to take advantage of the
possibility that she might lose some of her clothes and give him the
opportunity to be better able to see. Deirdre half-sat in the chair as she
pulled it up to the table, then sat on the edge with her elbows propped on the
table. "Okay, fellas, let's play," she prompted.

"Whoa, wait a minute, sweet colleen," Sean slurred. "What's the rules? What are
we playing?"

Joe echoed the big Irishman's query, "yeah, what are we playing. Five card,
stud, or what? And what do we ante up?"

The quiet Ken pointed across the table at Carl as he suggested, "let Carl tell
us. Seems like he's played this before."

Carl shook his head, "naw, you aren't putting me in that spot, Ken. Deirdre can
set the rules, seeing as how she's the only woman here and it was her idea."

All the men looked at Deirdre expectantly and she quickly filled them in. "It's
simple, guys. We play five card draw and the losers have to take off a piece of
clothing. That's all there is to it."

"Hmmph," Joe spat, "that doesn't seem fair. Women wear more than men."

"Oh, Joe, relax. I don't have that much on." Then she enumerated the clothes
she was wearing. "I've got on jeans, top, panties, and bra." Remembering, she
added, "and, oh, yes, my shoes. No socks, just shoes." Mentally counting the
items she informed the grinning pack, "that makes six different items. Five, if
the shoes count as one. And, let's see, you guys are probably wearing socks,
shoes, pants, underwear, and shirts. That's five things if you count the shoes
and socks as just two things." Proud of her calculations, Deirdre continued,
"so we'll count shoes as one and socks as one. That makes us all even. Right?"

Joe begrudgingly admitted she was right, "oh, okay, princess, you're right. So
do each of us decide what we take off, SHOULD we lose a hand?"

His emphasis on the 'should' resulted in more laughter drowning out Deirdre's
answer. She repeated, "yes, you decide, Joe. If you want to take off your
underwear first, then I want to see how you do it."

Her comeback brought more laughter, Sean slapping his big hand on the table as
tears welled up in his eyes from his raucous laugh. "You tell em, lassie. I'd
like to see that myself."

The ever-solemn Ken prompted the laughing players, "well, that's settled. Now
let's get down to playing, shall we?" Even as he spoke, he picked up the
scattered cards and began to shuffle them expertly, thoroughly mixing the deck
of worn paper. He then handed them to Deirdre, and in a patronizing tone
offered, "now, show us dumb players just how good you are, Dee."

Deirdre accepted the cards as her brilliant green eyes flashed, "Ken, you know
I don't like that name. Call me anything, but DON'T call me Dee'." Then she
proceeded to impress the watchful eyes as she split the deck with one hand and
then did a fan shuffle on the felt of the table, flipping the cards face up and
then face down, then adroitly cut them again with one hand."

"Oh, shit," Todd moaned, "I think we've been hustled by a card shark, fellas.."
He shook his head in disbelief as Deirdre continued to manipulate the cards as
well as any Vegas dealer.

"I told you guys," Carl smirked. "She'll clean us out."

Still the optimist, Joe observed, "hell, that's just show. Doesn't mean she can
play."

The very first hand Deirdre turned the optimistic Joe into a pessimist, drawing
just one card as she held her cards close to her chest. After everyone had
drawn and discarded, she spread her hand on the table with a flourish. "Read
them and weep," she giggled as the men looked at her hand of four kings and a
ten.

"Damn!" Joe exclaimed, "she's as lucky as she is pretty!"

"Okay, boys, pay up," Deirdre giggled again with a devilish grin.

Each of the men removed their shoes in defeat, although Ken had started to
remove his shirt until he saw what the others were willing to part with.
Deirdre passed the deck to Carl and he clumsily shuffled the deck and then
dealt the cards, lacking Deirdre's expertise with the worn paper.

As each of them looked at their dealt cards more than one commented on the
lousy hand they had been dealt. All except Carl, surprisingly, as he didn't
find it necessary to draw to his hand while all the others traded up to four
cards of their worthless hands in an effort to build a winning hand. When the
hand was finished, Carl spread a queen-high straight on the table, barely
beating Deirdre's two pair. Amidst some good-natured grumbling, the men removed
their socks as Deirdre shrugged and kicked off her open-toed sandals with a
happy-go-lucky "can't win them all" attitude.

The deck made it's way around the table with Deirdre winning two of the next
three hands, ungrudgingly shedding her top to the men's hoots and hollers of
enjoyment, her breasts almost spilling out of her lacy bra and attracting the
leering stares of each of the men, mindless of the fact that they were now
sitting in their chairs with just their underwear on.. Joe had taken quite a
ribbing when he had to remove his pants and reveal the boxer shorts with red
hearts patterned over the white material, explaining red-faced that they were a
Christmas gift from his wife. The revealing of Todd's underwear had excited
Deirdre and surprised the men as he had stood and removed his tight jeans. His
ample endowment had been quite evident, barely contained inside the pouch of
his white bikini briefs, hinting at another of his attractions for women,
married and single. The big Sean, on the other hand, was a contradiction to his
physical size, his privates hardly noticeable in his cotton briefs. It didn't
seem to embarrass the big man, however, as he proudly displayed his body with
it's developing paunch to the grinning Deirdre seated just inches from his as
he stripped down to his underwear.

After that hand, Carl noticed a subtle change in Deirdre's playing as she would
discard most of her cards and draw new ones, quickly losing the very next hand.
The loss didn't seem to bother her, though, as she cheerfully bounced up from
her chair and slid it back, then teasingly unfastened the brass button to the
waist band of her jeans and slowly, so slowly, lowered the zipper, gradually
revealing the black thong panties that barely covered her. Her slow removal of
the denim material was as erotic as any strip tease as she turned her back to
the table and bent over slightly to wrest the boot-leg pants over her feet, the
thong of her panties buried between her smooth, rounded, ass cheeks, tanned
from her frequent use of the tanning booth, free of any tell-tale tan lines.
She rejoiced inwardly as she heard the heightened breathing of the men behind
her, then turned nonchalantly back to the table and regained her seat, the cool
wood contrasting with the heat of her now-bare thighs. It took the men a full
minute to recover from the strip show they had just observed and then the
playing resumed.

Deirdre lost the next hand also after discarding four cards and coming up with
a hodge-podge of cards, unrelated in suit or order. Not waiting for the other
losers to shed their final piece of clothing, Deirdre half-turned in her chair
with her back to Sean and purred, "undo me, Sean."

Sean was over-joyed as his thick fingers quickly fumbled with the two-hook
clasp a the flimsy material covering Deirdre's breasts, taking longer than he
should have due to his obvious excitement at being chosen for the task. As soon
as she felt the strap loosen, Deirdre smoothly pulled the two thin straps off
her smooth shoulders and let the bra fall into her lap in one effortless
motion, her breasts lightly swinging as they came free of the restraint, her
nipples jutting forward like beacons, their rosy hue highlighting the
creaminess of her full breasts. The onlookers couldn't contain their gasps at
the erotic sight before them and the silence was punctuated by expressions such
as "damn!" and "whewee". To the men's credit, however, each of them still
observed their usual respect for Deirdre and didn't make further comment on the
beauty of her bared breasts, their stares fixated on the mounds of flesh she so
nonchalantly had revealed for their pleasure. Deirdre pretended to not hear the
sounds of appreciation for her naked breasts, inwardly reveling in the
attention and approval she was receiving. She straightened in her chair, the
movement causing her breasts to jiggle sensuously, their firmness holding her
nipples in their slightly upward-pointing position. She then looked at each of
the men in turn and prompted, "well? All of you guys lost, too, and you've seen
me take off my bra, so now I want to see some bare skin." She emitted her
girlish giggle as she finished her demand.

The almost reverent silence was finally ended by Ken clearing his voice and
announcing, "well, I won the hand, so I get to keep mine. One thing, though,
what do we do after we've lost all our clothing?"

With an impish grin, Deirdre responded, "we'll just change the rules, then, and
keep on playing."

Her response puzzled the others at the table, Ken expressing what each of them
questioned, "wh-what, you mean, play for money again?" Deirdre only answered
his question with a smile, the twinkle in her eyes telling the others that they
would have to wait and see how the rules would change. Then she repeated her
earlier demand, "c'mon, guys, pay up. You guys going to welsh on me?"

Each of the men acted as if they hadn't heard Deirdre, a couple of them
fumbling with their cards spread out on the table and Sean making a production
out of drinking beer from his empty bottle. Seeing that none of the others were
going to be the first to reveal their manhood to their longtime friends, Carl
realized he'd have to make the first move as he didn't want Deirdre to feel
cheated. He pushed back his chair noisily, clearing his throat and begrudgingly
conceding, "well, it looks like someone has to make the first move, so I might
as well do it." He stood and turned so he was facing Deirdre with his backside
to three of the men at the table and hooked his thumbs in his boxer shorts and
quickly, before he lost the nerve, slipped them down to his knees and let them
fall to the floor. Carl could feel his dick shrivel from the exposure to his
friends as he quickly regained his seat, an embarrassed tight-lipped grin
contradicting his discomfort.

Todd quickly followed suit as he exuberantly stood and peeled his bikinis off,
revealing the flatness of his tanned stomach, then the black pubic hair topping
his hanging nine inches of cock. "I don't have anything to hide," he bragged,
knowing he was well-equipped and had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Deirdre had to remark, "you sure don't, Todd baby. No wonder women follow you
around."

Her remark brought snickers from Joe and Sean, who made no move to discard
their underwear, each of them pretending to not have noticed Todd's attribute.

Exasperatingly, Deirdre questioned, "what is it about you guys? You afraid to
show what you've got?" She looked in turn at Joe and Sean, then added, "Joe,
you were in the army. Didn't you ever take a shower with other men?"

Joe shot back, "yeah, but that was different. Hell, girl, these are my
buddies."

Sean acquiesced, "you're right, little darling. We lost, so we got to pay up.."
With that, Sean stood and removed his white briefs right beside Deirdre, his
naked hips just inches from her. The red patch of hair above his shriveled cock
and balls contrasted sharply against the white skin of his belly. "As you can
see, my lassie, I'm a true redhead," the big irishman laughed as he turned his
body so he was facing her, his cock just a foot or so from her face.

Deirdre laughed, "yeah, I can see that, Sean. I always wondered if you dyed
your hair."

After Sean had sat down, all of them at the table looked askance at Joe, their
intent gazes making him uncomfortable as though their eyes were burning holes
into his brain. Joe finally threw the cards he had been nervously fingering
down on the table and exclaimed, "shit, then, I'll do it." Like Carl had done,
Joe stood with his back to the table and slowly pulled his heart-patterned
boxer shorts off his hairy behind and then stepped out of them. Still holding
his shorts and placing them in front of his privates, Joe turned around and sat
back down. "There! Now you satisfied?" he grumbled.

The effervescent Deirdre, in a soothing voice, attempted to placate the annoyed
older man. "Aww, Joe, don't be embarrassed. You look just fine."

Joe didn't respond, but his countenance visibly softened at her kind words.
Deirdre gave him an understanding smile, enough to soften the heart of any man,
and turned to Ken. "Well, Ken, it's between you and I. Your deal."

Ken gathered the cards and began to shuffle, taking longer than usual as he
tried to prolong his clothed state. He was just as slow at dealing the cards
while those not playing watched intently, the suspense of the hand building.
Once again, Deirdre discarded four cards and as she did so, Carl had a quick
glimpse of the cards she threw on the table face down. He saw at least two
jacks and some other face card, causing him to question mentally what his
mischievous wife was up to while also deducing her intent.

Both of the players seemed to study their cards for an interminable time,
raising the suspense level around the table, before Ken spoke after clearing
his tightened throat, "well, what do you have, Deirdre?"

Deirdre's face looked petulant as she slowly placed the cards face up on the
table. "Nothing, Ken, absolutely nothing. What do you have?"

Ken's face brightened with relief as he saw Deirdre's hand spread out,
consisting of not even a face card or a pair. He gloatingly spread his cards in
the middle of the table, "oh, just a pair of queens, is all." Ken couldn't
contain his joy as he seemed to bounce in his seat.

Deirdre faked a pout and exclaimed, "aw, shoot! I lose!" Without further
comment, she pushed her chair far back from the table and stepped backwards
four steps, then began a teasing sway and dance for the watchful men at the
table, their eyes glued on her every move, their anticipation building with
each movement of her lithe body. Deirdre slipped the waistband of the black
thongs halfway down her flat belly and stopped as she continued to sway
provocatively, turning slowly like a dancer on one foot, then bending over and
wiggling her butt in the direction of the table, her previous pouting lips now
pursed as if ready for a kiss. With her panties still around her curvy hips,
Deirdre walked, almost floated, around the table to where Ken sat, then purred,
"you won the hand, sweet man, so you get to take these off." She stood beside
his chair, her hips inches from his shoulders, her arms seemingly helpless by
her sides, waiting expectantly.

Ken began to sweat, even in the air conditioned room, and he licked his lips,
while his hands seemed glued to the table top, the uncertainty of fulfilling
the near-naked woman's request displayed plainly on his face. His eyes darted
around the table and fastened briefly on Carl's, a silent question passing
between them, Carl's eyes and smile seeming to say "go ahead."

Deirdre impatiently prodded the hesitant Ken, "well? Go ahead, Ken, take them
off. You won them."

Her words were like a green light, releasing his inhibitions, his fears, and
Ken turned in his seat, swinging his legs so his were on each side of Deirdre's
long, slender, but curvy legs. His trembling hands reached out and tentatively
touched the silken material at the waistband of her panties, mesmerized by the
feel of the cloth as well as the scent of the beautiful woman in front of him
wanting him to remove her panties. Ken had never been exposed to anything like
what was happening and his mind raced as his heart pounded and breathing became
labored. After struggling inwardly for a moment, Ken slipped his fingers under
the elastic band, the warmness of the skin on the back of his fingers shocking
to his own cold-feeling hands. He began to peel the flimsy material downward,
conscious of the other men at the table leaning over to watch as he slowly
removed the last vestige of Deirdre's clothing, the final barrier to seeing her
total beauty. As he slipped the waist over her shaved mound, down to her
rounded thighs at the base of her womanhood, Ken had to lean forward to slide
the elastic material further, his face now just a hands-width from the closed
lips of her pussy, then he felt her hand caressingly on the back of his head,
the touch causing the blood to rush to his head and yet filling his loins,
resulting in a stirring in his crotch. Although he could have just let go of
the panties once he had them to her knees, Ken continued to grip the elastic,
his body bending over in the chair to follow the downward path of the garment,
keeping his head mere inches above it, inhaling the sweetness of Deirdre's
skin, his cheeks brushing against the smooth flesh of her legs. When he had the
panties down to her ankles, Deirdre lifted first one foot and then the other to
complete the removal. Ken couldn't help but think, "god, even her feet are
beautiful. So small, such tiny ankles and toes." Even after Deirdre's feet had
been removed from the light material, Ken continued to stay in his bent
position, tightly grasping the panties in one hand, fighting to regain his
senses, to control the lust building in him.

He was finally brought back to reality by Deirdre's soft laugh as she stepped
back from his chair and he straightened, aware that his face was now a bright
red, revealing of the torment within him. He was grateful that none of his
friends were noticing his discomfiture, as all eyes were on the now-naked
Deirdre, prancing around the table in her nudity, appearing like a woods nymph
spied by on-seen satyrs, her youthful body entrancing everyone, even her
husband, who had the privilege of viewing her beauty so often.

After a couple of trips around the table, knowingly exciting each of the men
viewing the display of her lovely nakedness, Deirdre finally came back to her
chair, her face noticeably flushed, her nipples seemingly more erect. She
pulled her chair back up to the table and in a breathless, somewhat sultry
voice, questioned, "does anyone want to play more?"

It took a full minute before anyone spoke, and then it was the curious, and
aroused Todd. "More poker, Deirdre? What do we ante now? I mean, Ken is the
only one left with any clothing."

Deirdre's sensual smile was unlike any that Carl had ever seen as she
explained, "yes, Todd, more poker. But we'll have to change the rules now." She
looked around the table to see if she had everyone's attention, a needless
gesture, as she had every man's attention before she even spoke.

The emboldened Todd questioned further, "okay, but what do we ante? And how do
we play? Give us the rules, Deirdre."

Deirdre's voice became almost patronizing as she explained, "no ante. The only
difference will be that the one with the lowest hand has to do whatever the one
with the highest hand tells them to do. And I do mean, whatever. Anything, no
holds barred."

"But what if the winner doesn't want to tell the person to do something?" Ken
queried.

"Simple," Deirdre answered. "We just play another hand. You don't have to tell
the person to do anything, unless you want them to do something stupid for
laughs." The idea brought a laughter from her as well as a couple of the
others.

"Hmm, sounds interesting," Todd remarked. "I can think of some fun things to
do," he added with a wink.

Carl had an idea where Deirdre was heading with her suggestion for more poker,
and he felt his cock stir with anticipation for some hot sex after his friends
went home. He could tell from his wife's appearance that she was getting horny,
her eyelids appearing heavy, the flush on her body a usual indicator of her
arousal, and then there were her nipples, which had continued to stiffen as the
discussion about the future of the game had progressed. He wondered if the
others had noticed the signs or interpreted them correctly, then decided it was
unimportant if they knew that Deirdre was getting stimulated as it would only
add to their excitement. He made a mental bet that if he felt her slit, he'd
find it was getting moist, if not actually wet, and he had to resist the
temptation to slip his hand under the table to verify his suspicions.

Wanting to see exactly what Deirdre had in mind, Carl spoke up, "well, it
sounds like a good idea to me, so let's play."

"Well, I still don't know how we can play without money, but I'll try anything
once," Joe groused, his sentiments echoed by the others at the table.

Sean threw out his approval, "well, it's different, so I'll play." Then as an
afterthought, he added, "but first, I want some more beer." He looked askance
at Deirdre, "how about it, little darling? W'd ya get us all some more brew?"

Deirdre tossed her hair in a why-not gesture and rose from the table, speaking
over her shoulder as she headed to the kitchen, "you just wanted to get waited
on by a naked woman, you old Irish ass."

"Why, surrre, darling, that must be it," Sean hurled at her as they all laughed
and watched Deirdre's swaying behind as she disappeared from view.

In a couple of minutes Deirdre returned, her every step causing a delicious
bounce of her breasts. She placed the six-pack on the table and took her seat,
questioning as her pretty ass settled on the polished wood, "okay, now who is
going to deal?"

Todd snatched up the cards before anyone could speak and began to shuffle,
apparently enthusiastic about beginning what could be a very interesting game.
He dealt the cards quickly and Deirdre's previous expertise reappeared, easily
winning the first hand, and to her delight, Todd was the holder of the lowest
cards, but there was a suspicion around the table that he must have thrown the
hand or his luck must have finally run out.

Deirdre clapped her hands in glee as she pronounced, "you lose, Todd, you lose.
And I get to tell you what to do."

Todd looked at her with his boyish grin, his dark eyes showing his questioning
as to his fate. "Okay, Deirdre, don't rub it in. Just tell me what I have to
do."

Without hesitation, Deirdre pushed back from the table and commanded, "come
here, lover boy. I want to see you up close."

Dutifully, Todd arose from his chair and made his way around the table to the
impish-looking Deirdre, stopping in front of her with his hands on his hips.
"Is this close enough?" he asked.

"Um, hmm," Deirdre responded as she turned in her chair to face the naked man
in front of her, her eyes conspicuously studying the long member hanging
between his thighs. She was clearly impressed by the nine-inch length of his
uncircumcised cock, presently flaccid, not overly thick, the skin dark like the
rest of his body and looking so soft, so tender. Without a word or request,
Deirdre reached out and stroked the length with her fingertips, commenting,
"it's so soft." Then she slid her hand under his cock and hefted it, as if to
weigh the member like a Sunday roast. As she touched it, Todd's cock gave an
involuntary jerk and began to imperceptibly grow in girth, the previously
hidden veins popping to the surface like small ropes intertwining. Deirdre's
fingers encircled it and squeezed, making the foreskin pull back slightly,
exposing a liver-colored head with a drop of precum beginning to ooze from the
small eye. Like a child, Deirdre studied the forming droplet, entranced by the
glistening dew, before she rubbed her thumb over the tip and collected the
clear fluid. To the surprise of all the silent, lustfully staring men, she
suddenly brought her thumb to her mouth and eagerly sucked it inside, looking
much like a little girl sucking her thumb, her noisy sucking betraying her
enjoyment of the taste of Todd's juice.

The church-like silence was shattered by Joe's expletive, "damn! What is she
doing?"

Sean couldn't resist, "well, pops, if you don't know, then you have truly lived
a sheltered life."

The remark from Sean brought roars of laughter as Joe struggled to regain his
image of worldliness. "Shit, Sean, I know WHAT she's doing, but just what is
she doing? She shouldn't be doing that." He turned to Carl, "aren't you going
to stop her, Carl?"

Carl shook his head, "nope. Deirdre does what she wants and I know better than
to stop her." Not only did Carl not dare to try to stop his wife, but at this
point, he didn't want to. They had both fantasized together about her having
sex with several men, but until now, it had only been a private fantasy of
their's, possibly never fulfilled. Now that it was eminent, Carl found that he
was tremendously enjoying the event, his cock rising against his belly with
excitement.

Joe shook his head unbelievingly while bending further over the table to get a
better look at Deirdre, who had returned her thumb to Todd's now-hard cock to
capture more of his precum. She repeated her earlier thumb-to-mouth routine,
her eyes closed in delicious enjoyment of the act as one hand wandered
subconsciously to a breast and began to massage a nipple, her legs beginning to
spread in wanton desire, revealing to those close enough to see that her cunt
lips were beginning to swell and open, her body intuitively following her
emotions. Deirdre's eyes half-opened, her desire filling her face, when
suddenly, without a sound, she bent forward and took the head of Todd's cock in
her mouth. Her cheeks demonstrated the suction she administered to the swelling
head and, in a cat-like move, she quickly slid out of the chair and knelt on
her knees in front of Todd and began to move her mouth up and down half the
length of his engorged cock. She lowered her upper body and arched her head
back, straightening her neck, her change in position signaling to Carl her
intent.

"You gotta see this, guys," Carl whispered hoarsely, knowing what Deirdre was
going to do next. "You won't believe it."

Even as he spoke, Deirdre began to slide all of Todd's dick into her mouth,
first filling that softness and then smoothly letting it slip past her tonsils
and into her throat until Todd's pubic hairs rested against her lips. Further
demonstrating her prowess at sucking, Deirdre opened her mouth wider and, using
her lower lip, worked the swollen balls into her mouth, her cheeks bulging with
the added fullness of his nuts. She then closed her lips around the base of his
balls and dick and tightened her grip with her lips like a tourniquet. Todd's
knees began to shake from the sensation of her constricting throat and lips on
his manhood and his hands moved finally from his hips to rest in her hair,
lightly moving her mouth back and forth a bare inch, his sensitive glans
rubbing against the encompassing throat, Deirdre's throat muscles beginning to
milk his cock like a farmer milking a cow's teet. In no more than two minutes,
Todd's body tensed with a moan and his legs began to tremble as the first gush
of hot cum began to travel from his nuts up the length of his swollen dick to
spurt out the opening eye and into the nursing throat of Deirdre. Todd was on
tip-toes as his whole body began to shake with the climax and he held Deirdre's
head steady as he felt the last spurts of cum exit.

Deirdre's face was turning a deep red as she withdrew the still-hard cock from
its depths and she gasped for air, apologetically explaining, "whew! I've got
to breathe, baby. God, you've got a sweet dick." As soon as she caught her
breath, Deirdre once again slipped Todd's slowly-softening cock into her mouth
to catch the last few drops of his cum, noisily slurping at the dripping head,
her hunger for the salty juice adequately portrayed. After another minute or so
of loving on his dick, Deirdre finally let it slip from her puckered lips and
rose to her feet, standing looking up at the tall man with a grin of
satisfaction covering her face, her still-sleep-lidded eyes glowing with warmth
and sensuality.

Todd wrapped his arms around her torso and hugged her, his breath still coming
in heavy surges. "Oh, baby, you are good! That's never felt so good."

Deirdre beamed, "better than other women you've been with," she chided.

Todd nodded briskly, "oh, yes, much better. I've never had a woman suck me like
that."

Sean interrupted the appraisal of Deirdre's abilities, "hey, we going to play,
or what? I want to win the next hand."

Carl agreed, "yeah, baby, let's see what other nastiness we can get into."

Deirdre licked her lips erotically and proclaimed, "mmm, why don't we? I'm
ready for another sweet cock." She pulled her chair back up to the table as
Todd made his way, weakly, back to his chair, apparently exhausted from the
blow job he had just received.

Ken had retrieved the cards before Deirdre had even finished with Todd and
already had them shuffled, his usual imperturbable demeanor discarded by
anticipation for a turn with the more-than-willing Deirdre. He quickly dealt
the cards, unconcerned about the usual poker rules of passing the deal, and
eagerly picked up his hand as soon as he had thrown the last card to Joe.

Carl won the hand that Ken dealt, much to Ken's chagrin, as well as the other
losing players, and, naturally, Deirdre had the low hand, something which Carl
was certain she mysteriously managed. He immediately instructed his wife,
"okay, baby, get up on the table on your back. I want to see just how wet my
nasty little wife is."

Giggling, Deirdre did as her husband commanded, turning with her back to the
table and then sliding her soccer-ball-shaped ass onto the felt, then working
her body around so her head was resting on the table between Ken and Todd and
her feet were on the table on each side of Carl's position, her spread legs
fully revealing her open pussy. Carl took both hands and spread the puckered
outer lips to reveal the thoroughly wet inner lips, pink with inner excitement
and dripping with Deirdre's flowing juices. Both Todd and Ken rose from their
seats and stood behind Carl as he performed his examination, with even Joe and
Sean leaning over in their seats to look at the pussy spread before Carl. After
looking at the pretty cunt for a minute, Carl probed the wetness with one
finger and easily slipped it inside the burning passage.. Deirdre immediately
responded with a moan and humped her hips upward against Carl's probing finger,
prompting Carl to insert another finger as his thumb rubbed against the clit
that was growing out of it's hooded hiding place. His actions made Deirdre
squirm on the table, her ass wrinkling the felt beneath her, her cries of
passion becoming more pronounced as Carl's thumb manipulated the swelling clit
and his fingers buried up to the knuckle inside her.

Joe, always cautious and fearful, expressed, "jezus, if Madge knew I was seeing
this, she'd leave me."

Deirdre managed to control her impassioned moans to comfort Joe, "relax Joe.
Don't worry. No one here will say a word." She emitted another loud moan as
Carl's little finger began to penetrate her rose-bud asshole and in the same
breath she demanded of Joe, "touch me, Joe, touch me." Then pleadingly,
"please, Joe, pleeeaasse. Touch me. I want to be touched." The words were
forced out her heaving chest as she experienced mini-orgasms from Carl's expert
touching of her pussy.

Deirdre didn't have to plead with Joe again as he moved slightly to his left
and tentatively reached out and stroked a breast, then pinched a nipple,
pleased at the immediate moan of passion from Deirdre, happy to know he was
contributing to her lustful abandonment. Her writhing encouraged the older man
and he began in earnest to explore and titillate her upper body, fascinated by
the shape of her breasts and the sensitivity of her nipples.

Impatiently, Sean playfully growled, "hey, Carl, let someone else have some
fun. You're going to wear out that sweet pussy with your fingers."

Carl smirked good-naturedly at his big friend, "well, I won the hand, old
buddy."

"Let's just forget about poker and have some real fun, laddy," Sean shot back
as he stood up and began to rub Deirdre's smooth inner thigh.

Carl agreed with a wicked grin, "yeah, we might as well forget the game. I
think Deirdre here is ready for some serious fucking." He stood up, withdrawing
his pussy-juice-slickened fingers with a slurping sound and pushed his chair
away from the table as he used the wettened fingers to stroke his hardened
cock.

Sean smiled big and took another swig from his bottle of beer which had warmed
from the heat of his hand. Then an idea hit him and he suggested, "hey, lift
her legs up and raise her arse off the table."

Carl readily complied, lifting Deirdre's legs with a hand under each knee and
forcing her hips off the table as he bent her folded over. Sean immediately
lowered his beer bottle with the narrow neck between Deirdre's open pussy and
inserted it inside her, letting the warm beer pour into her open cunt. When the
bottle was empty, he instructed Carl, "now hold her there until I can get my
mouth on that sweet thing."

Carl realized what Sean intended and was intrigued with the idea as he watched
the red-faced Irishman drop to his knees between Deirdre's thighs and cupped
his mouth around her hairless pussy, then motioned with his hand for Carl to
lower her body. Carl lowered Deirdre's legs to rest on Sean's shoulders while
the crazy Irishman slurped at the beer that ran out of her pussy. His lapping
at her open cunt lips drove Deirdre wild as she gyrated her hips to rub her
clit against his probing tongue and clamped her legs tightly around Sean's
head, the feeling of the warm liquid dripping from her enhancing her orgasms
that flowed like the beer, coming one after another in quick succession. When
he had swallowed the last drop of beer mixed with cunt juice, Sean got to his
feet and, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, declared, "that was the
best damn beer I've ever drunk," followed by a hearty laugh as he grasped his
short, but stiff, cock in his hand and stepped forward between Deirdre's still
up-raised legs, easily sliding his dick inside her thoroughly wet pussy as he
gripped her hips and began to hump her like a dog screwing a bitch.

Seeing his opportunity, Ken stepped beside Deirdre's head and brushed his cock
against her lips. Her mouth immediately opened and sucked him inside the
warmth, her tongue dancing over the stiffened cock like fireflies around a
night light. While Sean slammed his nuts against her ass, Ken was doing the
same thing to her lips, fucking her face like it was a pussy, enthralled by the
hot wetness of her mouth and her expertise with her tongue. Sean blew his load
of cum into Deirdre first, cussing that he had cum so fast.

As soon as Sean had withdrawn from his vantage point, Carl took his place,
sliding his thick cock into the well-lubricated hole for a few strokes before
pulling it out and placing it on her puckered asshole. He smeared the cum
deposited by Sean on the wrinkled hole and began to slowly work it inside the
tight passage in short strokes, gaining entry inch by inch until he had all of
his seven inches buried inside Deirdre. The stretching of her seldom-used hole
together with the pleasure she was having with the cock in her mouth brought
Deirdre to another series of orgasms, causing her moans of passion to escape
around the thick meat filling her mouth, her hips working up and down to
increase the sensations the cock in her ass was giving her. Before Carl could
shoot his wad into her darkened hole, Ken squirted his sticky mess in the
willing mouth, pleased when Deirdre eagerly swallowed, her gulping revealing
her hunger for it.

Joe was ready when Ken finally stepped back breathing heavily. Although Joe was
in his forties, his cock had quickly grown, it's thickness indicative of the
arousal the events had caused. He rubbed the wetted head over Deirdre's face
before placing it on her lips, leaving a trail of precum like a spider web
across her cheeks. Despite the thickness of the new cock in her mouth, Deirdre
was able to easily engulf it, her cheeks working to suck it into her mouth as
far as she could.

Deirdre's tight asshole was more than Carl could stand, and it took less than
half the time as normal for him to cum, his hips slamming into Deirdre's ass
with a loud smack as he drove homeward with each spasm of his releasing cock,
certainly filling her chute with cream.

Once Carl had stepped back, Todd was ready again, his cock appearing harder
than even when Deirdre had sucked it to completion earlier. Placing her legs
against his broad chest, Todd slowly fed his pencil-straight dick inside the
rippling tunnel, then once he was in all the way, with the tip of his cock
punching against the inside of Deirdre's womb and striking her cervix, Todd
began a agonizingly slow rocking back and forth of his hips, almost withdrawing
his dick all the way before sliding forward once again. The full feeling of his
cock brought Deirdre to her most severe orgasm yet as her cunt muscles
convulsed, squeezing the intruding rod, and her pelvis rocked in rhythm with
Todd's strokes, pushing her pelvis downward with each forward stroke, feeling
the rubbing of the long tool on the tip of her clit with the passage into her
melting pussy. Her moans were loud, even around the thickness of the engorged
cock in her mouth, and the fingers of one hand clawed into one of Joe's ass
cheeks with abandonment, unaware of the marks she was leaving, uncaring that
the man's wife might see the signs of her passion. With her other hand, Deirdre
punished her breasts, wringing her nipples painfully, each tinge of pain
enhancing her titanic orgasms, making her even forget the "no-teeth" rule when
sucking cock and painfully scraping Joe's dick, but having no effect on his
drive for release.

Before the poker night was over, four of the men had filled Deirdre with cum at
least two times, with Todd able to cum a third time, choosing her loosened
asshole for his third plundering of the enraptured Deirdre. Only Joe had been
able to just cum once and he had collapsed exhausted into one of the easy
chairs in the living room, ultimately going to sleep while the others continued
their orgy of sex. When Deirdre could at long last rise off the table, cum
gushed from her stretched pussy, running down her legs as she made a dash for
the bathroom, laughing along with the men at her predicament. She returned to
the room in time to say goodnight to the completely exhausted, but happily
satisfied poker buddies, ensuring them all that tonight could be repeated at a
future date.

Once they were alone, Deirdre looked sheepishly at her husband and explained,
"I don't know what got into me, honey. It was as if I had no control over my
body. I hope you aren't angry."

Carl took her in his arms and assured her, "no, baby, I'm definitely not angry
at you. Quite the opposite, really. You showed me a side of you that I really
like, and anytime, any place, you want to do it again, I'm all for it. You are
one hot, sexy woman."

Deirdre smiled warmly as she cuddled in his arms, then confessed, "just one
thing, though."

Carl prompted, "what's that, hon?"

"My pussy and ass are sore as hell," she confided, then laughed. "But it felt
soooo good."

Needless to say, their Wednesday night poker games were never the same . . .


The End