Pontoon Poker — Fred is winning at strip poker, wife breaks into

She came out of her beauty shop on to the small porch. Her husband had built the shop for her in the front of the house. The beauty shop side of the house was painted pink. She was a stout red head with huge knockers. She had the superstructure that could support the burden. She also had the wide steel braced bras that she had caught the boys next door inspecting on her clothesline. Once, she had tried to hang two of her bras on the clothesline at the same time. The bras and clothesline sailed into the neighbor's yard; the neighbor boy's dad Fred kept one. She had heard rumors that he used it as a rain hat while coon hunting. She wasn't really a red head but she kept trying.

One of her clients came out to join her as she lit up a Chesterfield. Both of them were watching Fred, next-door working on the front of his wife's dodge ram. "Wonder what Fred is up to now?"

Big Red knows, "Fred's replacing the lights on his wife's car. She busted them out making a high speed run down to the river last night."

The client waved to Fred, Big Red said, "He won't wave back, he's on yard restriction after the pontoon poker game last night."

The hair client leaned back against the rail and stated, "Ok, I want the whole story and don't leave anything out."

Big Red states, "Fred's real good with his hands."

"Yeah I've heard that said about Fred."

"See his house over there. He built it entirely by himself, layed every block. The screened in porch took him about five years to build. He sleeps out there all summer. Mac, his wife doesn't mind. She says that Fred stinks, and puts tracks in her sheets. I don't mind the man smell. They all stink good to me, some better then others." 

"One night I snuck over but Fred was out cat fishing on his pontoon boat. But I didn't know that. I slid into his stinking lair and mounted his son who was sleeping there. The lad had some wild dreams that night, he kept yelling for help, thought he was being suffocated." 

"I watch for the pontoon boat now, Fred made it out of steel barrels. He got the barrels from where he works, he used my husband's welder and Mac's coat hangers as rods to build it."

The client with the big rollers in her head says, "That's where you play poker, on Fred's home made pontoon boat?" 

"Yeah, first time last night."

"How did this get started?"

"Have you noticed the top of Mabel's pine tree is broke?" As she points at it. "Well, me and her and Gert, whose husbands all work second shift, get together and play cards every Friday night." 

"I take it Mac is not one of the players"

"You got that right, she works nights as a waitress, so that means Fred's sniffing around while Mac's at work."

"We started using the upstairs sunroom in Mabel's house for the poker games. Fred was climbing up the pine tree and looking in through the limbs, he told us later he was playing the hoot owl game, trying to scare us, we heard the hooting but he gave himself away by leaving beer cans in the tree. So the next week, with the first hoot, we all went over to the window and showed our tit's. He broke out the top of the tree and damn near his leg, as he hooted all the way to the ground." 

"We nursed him with whiskey, and he has become our fourth card player. I like being his partner. He has good hands."

Fred volunteered to host the next poker game on his pontoon boat in the river behind the house. Fred anchored out in the channel and had inner tubes for everyone. He made some giant floating cards out of white foam. The pontoon boat was loaded down with booze. 

"But, Mac came home early last night while our poker game was going full blast. Mac would have thought Fred was out smelling like a catfish, since the pontoon boat was gone, but she could hear us calling for cards, echoing the big game." 

Mac cruised down to the riverbank with her lights off and observed the inner tube silhouettes. She hit her headlights, the silent movie with black crème filled donuts and doe eyed pale skinned poker players, waited as she said: "Deal me in. You son of a bitch."

"Wow that's great, what did Fred say?"

"Fred offered her an inner tube."

She said, "She didn't need one, she would be right back."

Mac drove up to the road to build up speed for her launch into the game. As she got closer to the river, light bounces picked up inner tubes churning, and some good poker hands mingling downstream. The high-speed vibration of the yard run broke out first one headlight then the other. The light show ended.

The roller headed client said. "Whew, I'd like to get into one of those poker games, but I don't have a bathing suit"

"Bathing suit! What the hell are you talking about?"

Big Red looked across the yard at Fred. He had looked up and was smiling, but she knew he didn't hear a damn thing. His ears were damaged in the big war, plus the added attraction, he was figuring out how to stack the deck to give everyone good hands at the next pontoon poker game.

Strip Poker — Two guys, two girls, everyone wins

I hoped she had made three of a kind, and from the way she struggled with her cards, I was sure she had. "Go for it," Kelly said. "Leave him with nothing. Make him take off his pants."

"I don't think he's bluffing," Alice replied.

Kelly leaned over to look her friend's hand. "Who cares, you'll beat him anyway."

Alice hesitated another second and then relented. She reached into her jean's pocket and pulled out her panties.

"Wait, wait, wait," Ding complained as she threw them on the pile. "How do we know those are yours?"

"Who else's would they be?" Alice asked.

"I mean," Ding clarified. "How do we know you were wearing those? Don't you girls carry around an extra pair in your purse just in case?"

"We don't have any purses," Kelly said. "Besides, you'll know they're hers when she takes off her pants later."

Alice looked at her friend in shock. The matter-of-fact way Kelly had said it was a bit refreshing. Kelly returned her friend's look over her half empty bottle as she took another drink. Instead Alice turned back to us. "They're mine. I took them off when I went to the bathroom."

I picked them up from the clothes pile to inspect them. They were also Hanes, and were a full cut bikini style. As long as we got her to take one more thing off, we weren't missing too much. "They look pretty clean to me. I think we are going to have to need proof."

"Serves you right for not playing fair," Kelly said. Alice gave her another mean look, but Kelly was back to her bottle again.

"Pull your jeans down a bit so we can see you aren't wearing anything," I said. She shrugged and started to undo her button while still sitting down. "Come on," I interrupted her. "Stand up. Do it right."

She obeyed and turned around. She pulled her jeans down maybe an inch. "We need to see some crack," I clarified. She obeyed, giving us a glimpse of her crack. "Further," I said. Another inch. "Further." Another half inch. "If you just get it over with it won-" I didn't need to finish, and she gave us a full moon shot.

She had the most perfect bubble butt I had ever seen. You could also see faint tan lines in the shape of a thong, which brought pleasant sun bathing images to mind. Kelly actually reached up to slap a cheek. "Hot ass!" she cried.

Alice quickly pulled her jeans back up and buttoned the front. She gave another look at Kelly, but she was now draining her bottle. "Sit down and have a drink," Kelly said. "It's just a game. Now get his pants off."

Ding gave Alice another 100 and she met my bet. "No, bet him 5 more," Kelly corrected. "Then he has to take off his pants."

I got a bit nervous, but Ding spoke up. "You can only bet once each round. Alice already raised this round. She can meet the bet or fold."

I wasn't sure if that was a rule or not, but the girls gave in. I dropped my full house on the floor. Alice had three jacks. "Shit." Alice said. She looked at her stack. It was only a little bigger than Ding's and she had already traded in 200 worth of underwear. Kelly hadn't touched her underwear yet and she had a stack twice as big.

With all the clothes traded in to this point, there was 600 worth of chips in the game. Kelly and I had the most, each over 200, while Ding and Alice had just under 100. Ding and I had talked strip poker strategy a lot, and we both knew in order to see skin, you had to be willing to show skin. And sitting as it was, it would have to be Ding. We both knew that Alice would quit before taking something else off. It would take a lot more to drink and she was too nervous to drink now.

The other option was to get the bra off of Kelly. She wanted another drink already, and despite her claim that she was done shedding clothes, we were pretty sure she would if it would help her win. She had had probably only said that as a boast that she wouldn't need to, not that she wouldn't if she had to. And if she showed more skin, she could talk Alice out of her shirt. But we had to challenge Kelly to get her to take anything else off, and right now only I had the chips to do it. It was much better odds if it was 2 to 1. I hoped Ding understood this.

We took a short break so I could get us more drinks and Ding could use the bathroom. "No cheating like Alice did," Kelly called out to him. What a competitor!

The next few hands saw Kelly and I give a little to Ding, and Alice just fold every hand. The one hand Alice did bet on, Kelly reraised her, and after another dirty look, Alice folded. Kelly was out to win, and team work didn't have that much to do with it. Alice finally found a friend in her drink.

I got a pair of Aces a few hands later and decided to take the first chip out of Kelly. She raised a little each hand whenever she had something decent. I met her raise and just added a few more. She thought about it, and then met the bet.

I didn't get anything on the draw, and it didn't look like she did either. She looked at me carefully though. I had only dropped one card to play with her head, and she screwed up her face when she looked at me. "Are you bluffing again?"

"Pay to find out," I answered. She did, and I reraised. She wisely folded, but I had taken a lot of her chips. I also palmed the two aces before giving my cards back. I knew I was going to need them soon.

A couple hands later Ding tried to take a bite out of Kelly. He raised her, and she reraised five more than he had. He had a good hand, so he stood up to give the ladies a show. He wore fancy European underwear that I thought looked ridiculous, but he told me the ladies loved it. They did too. He slipped out of his jeans backwards, showing off a firm butt with green underwear that only covered half of each cheek. The girls whooped at him, and then he turned around to show off his package. The pouch style underwear lifted it prominently, and the girls whistled appreciatively. This would make it easier to get a couple boobs out, I thought.

Ding met her bid, and then won the hand. Kelly (and Alice) were to busy staring at Ding's dick to realize she had lost a ton recently and was just down to a handful of white chips left. As she regained her composure a couple hands later, she realized she only had a few antes left. It looked like she might quit too. She hadn't touched her drink in a while, spending too much time concentrating on the game, and her liquid courage might be disappearing. I couldn't have been more wrong.

It was my deal next, and I shuffled the cards loosely, looking for another ace. I found it, shuffled it to the bottom, and palmed the two I had kept to the bottom as well. Ding was talking to the girls, and they were paying attention to him, or at least part of him. I was pretty sure Kelly was going to loose her bra this next hand, and I was wondering what kind of control Ding was going to have. I was getting hard just thinking about it.

I dealt the cards, giving Kelly the three from the bottom. No one saw what I did, but I could see the reaction from Kelly when she looked at her cards. With only 15 in chips before her, she decided not to raise, but I did.

"I raise 20," I said, throwing the chips in.

"You're a bastard," Kelly said, but didn't even hesitate as she reached behind her back, and undid her bra. She wasn't into teasing now, and just slid it off her arms and put it on the pile. She didn't pose or ask for approval she just reached toward Dink, "One hundred please."

"Easy girl," Ding replied. "You all got an eye full of me, let's see you for a moment."

Kelly liked the game; she didn't yet appreciate the theatrics required. She put her cards down and put her hands on her hips. She was still sitting down but twisted at the waist, sending her breasts swishing back and forth. They were probably B-cups like we had guessed, but as thin as she was, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body with great shape and not a hint of sag to them. They would be a handful, I was sure. Kelly proved it by grabbing one and pulled it up to lick a nipple with her long tongue.

"Better?" she asked, releasing the breast so it bounced nicely.

"Much," Ding replied, handing over her chips.

"Thanks," she said. "And watch where you point that thing."

"Huh," Ding replied. He followed her eyes and looked down in his lap to see that his pouch was filling quickly. The thin fabric showed his shape perfectly, and he might as well not even be wearing them. He tried to cross his legs or arms or something, but it only drew more attention to himself. After a while, he just gave up and accepted the stares.

"Don't worry," Kelly assured him, "I'll get those off you in a second. It looks like you need a little extra room."

Kelly laughed as she met my bet with her new money and then reraised me 50. "I fold," I said. Not wanting to go up against her stacked aces.

"You are a bastard," she confirmed, sweeping a pot she had hoped would be much bigger and leaning over to let us watch her boobs hang and sway. "You're also wearing too many clothes."

"You see how the game is played," I argued. "You win the hands you can to get money to pay others to take off their clothes. It's pretty simple."

We played a few more hands, with Alice the center of attention. She had the fewest chips left and it was only a matter of hands before she ran out. She knew it too, and decided to make a play before one of us forced her to it. I didn't have anything, and while I certainly had enough money to raise her tank top off, I didn't know how good her hand was, and she just might fold. Plus, while I wanted to feed chips to Kelly to raise her competitive level, Alice was best to keep humble. Make her feel guilty about having so few chips after already trading in all her underwear yet still be wearing all the clothes she started with.

I didn't have a chance to make a decision, though, because Kelly beat me to it. She met the raise, having more than enough to reraise, but didn't. Ding and I stood back and let the women play. Alice took three, and smiled at the result. Kelly took one and frowned. Alice noticed and raised all her money. Kelly reraised 5.

"What are you doing?" Alice shrieked. "You're bluffing!"

"You're going to have to strip to find out," Kelly chuckled. She had figured out the game perfectly.

"But you're not supposed to do that, they are."

"Don't worry about them. They're too busy playing with their boners to play cards right now. Strip!"

"But I don't have a bra on," she said in a hushed voice, as if we had forgotten.

"And I do?" Kelly argued, shaking her tits for us again.

"Yea, but yours are . . ."

"Mine are what?" Kelly probed. Alice bit her lip. It probably wasn't a good idea to insult the size of your best friend's breasts. "Take that top off, or I'll take it off for you."

Alice still hesitated and Kelly leaped toward her, knocking over a couple empty bottles. Alice slapped her hand away. "Okay, okay, just give me a minute." Alice reached over her head to grab the back of her tank top and took a deep breath. She pulled the top over her head but then kept it clutched in front of her against her chest. Kelly pulled at the tank, and Alice released it, but kept her hands in place.

"Come on, show us what you've got. Don't be such a little girl."

Alice sighed again and then dropped her arms to show an impressive set of breasts. Definitely D's, if not bigger. Her stomach wasn't as hard as Kelly, but her added curves were amazing. As big as they were, didn't sag too much, but they had probably only grown to their current size in the last two years. I wouldn't want to see them at 50 years, but they looked incredibly hot at 18.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Kelly said. "Now shake 'em around. I'm paying good chips for this show."

Alice knew if she didn't, Kelly would do it for her. She bounced up and down and shook side to side. I kicked myself for not having a camera set up somewhere in the room. "Better?" she asked Kelly.

"Sure. Now are you going to meet my raise?" Kelly asked.

Ding handed Alice her chips, and she looked shocked. "This is it?"

"Fifty for a shirt," Ding said. "Sorry, those are the rules."

"Oh, go get yourself a towel," Kelly bit back at him. "Those tits are worth a hundred apiece."

"A towel?" Ding started and then looked down. His precum showed up clearly through his briefs, and despite is dark skin he turned a couple shades of red.

Alice laughed, her breasts bouncing some more, and put a chip into the pot. Kelly showed her busted straight, and Alice showed her three 7's. "You bitch," Alice said, but then laughed. She turned to Ding, got to her knees, and shook some more for him, pumping her hips and feeling up her breasts with her hands. Ding squirmed, and his wet spot grew.

"I'll get those off him, don't worry," Kelly said, but then looked at her chips. She wasted quite a few to get Alice's shirt off, depending on what you consider to be "wasted." I thought they were well-spent, but she didn't have near enough to get Ding to go bankrupt.

"Looks like you need a little help first," I said, reading her mind.

"I'm not worried," Kelly said. "In a few hands, you'll pay to see my pussy."

"How much?" I repied.

"Everything you got."

"I've got a lot," I said, motioning toward the largest stack in the group.

"We'll see," she replied.

A few hands later we did. She got the hand she wanted, and I was wiling to pay the price. She raised big after I had passed, and then I met it. I didn't have anything, and kept a king and jack, dropping the other three. I got an ace, queen, and ten. Not bad.

She was smiling at her hand too and looked at me with an evil grin. "Pay up." I did the easy math and raised one chip more than she had. She was already getting to her feet before the last chip hit the pot. She even walked over to me. She stood with her panties inches from my face and grabbed my hair to pull my nose into her. She pushed back and bent over to whisper, "How dry are you?"

Not very, I thought to myself.

She spun around and hooked her thumbs under the tiny waist band. She shimmied out of them incredibly slowly, revealing an amazingly tight ass. She bent over completely, giving me a perfect view of her pussy lips through her thighs a foot from my face. She turned, showing off a neatly trimmed triangle above a tight pussy. I wanted to reach out for it, but she dangled her panties in my face first and then stepped away.

Instead of tossing her panties on the pile of clothes, she tossed them into the pot. "I reraise," she said, smiling at me.

"I call," I said, or tried to. It came out as more of a squeak.

"What?"

I cleared my throat. "I said, I call."

She laughed at me. "Fine, more money for Ding's soggy panties."

"What to you have?" I aksed.

She was still standing with her hands on her hips posing completely naked for all of us. "A hot bod, a wet pussy, and three 8's," she answered.

"I've got a straight," I replied.

"In your pants maybe," she challenged, undeterred.

I flipped my cards over. She looked at them and stopped posing. "You fucking bastard! That's not fair! What am I supposed to do now? I want to see your cock."

"Mine? What about Ding?"

"Fuck, Ding," she said walking up to me again. "After my shirt you took every fucking piece of fucking clothing of my fucking body, and I know you fucking enjoyed it. In return I want more than just a few fucking plastic chips. I want to see your fucking cock."

"You've got to earn it," I said, standing up from the floor to look her in the eyes.

"How?"

"Suck it," I dared.

"I'm horny as hell," she replied. "What the fuck do you think I wanted to do with it, make shadow puppets?"

I didn't have an answer for that, and she shoved me back toward the couch. I took a seat, and she knelt in front of me to undo my jeans. She pulled them and my boxers off in one strong motion and leaned her breasts over my thighs and began to go to work. I was wet, and she first tasted me with her tongue, slowly cleaning off my head and squeezing the base to get some more.

She played with my balls and licked my shaft up and down for a few minutes just playing with me, giving me a great visual, but no pressure. "Suck it already," I moaned.

She smiled at me, and then parted her lips and took me in. She did it agonizingly slowly, but went deeper than any other girl ever had on me, getting her lips around the base of my cock. She moved up and down half an inch, fucking me with her throat, and it felt like my balls were spinning in my sack. I was still a few minutes from blowing my load, but if she kept that up, I was going to shoot out her ears.

She knew it too, and wasn't that eager to end it so soon. She pulled back up slowly and resumed liking and stroking, her hands working with her mouth in perfect union. My head rolled up to the ceiling, and I saw stars for a while until she changed tactics again, releasing my cock and moving down to lick my balls.

It felt good, but the reduction in stimulation allowed me to gather by senses and look back down from the ceiling. My eyes caught motion from the other part of the room and I saw Alice drain the last of her bottle and then slowly crawl toward Ding, whose attention was on Kelly's ass bouncing up and down with her head.

I touched Kelly on the shoulder, and she looked up. My eyes gave her direction and she turned to look toward the others. Ding saw the attention he was getting, and he turned as well, his eyes lit up as he saw Alice crawling toward him, her huge breasts filling the space between her arms.

Kelly didn't want to miss the encounter and got up. She turned around and sat her hard ass on my stomach. She reached down to my cock and slowly inserted it into her warm pussy. I slouched a bit to make the angle better, and soon she was bouncing slowly up and down on me. She kept her fingers down there to play with her clit and I reached around to cradle her bouncing breasts. Both of our eyes were on the pair in front of us.

Ding squirmed under the gaze of the buxom beauty that crawled toward him now, his Spanish bravado evaporating. The look on Alice's face was a curious one. Her eyes kept darting to us on the couch, Kelly moaning as she thrust up and down on me, and then to Ding and down to his rock hard dick. I wasn't sure if she felt an obligation to him, since Kelly was with me, or if she just wasn't sure of herself in this sexual situation. Either way, she covered it up by exuding sex with every movement. Though, with Alice topless, I wasn't sure she could do anything without looking like a sex goddess.

"What do I have to do to see your cock?" she asked. Her tone was unsure, almost as if she knew what the answer was and was hoping she was wrong.

Ding felt that as well, and thought it would be better to take the lead. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine." That was easy enough.

Alice stood and let her hands wander for a while, rubbing her crotch through her tight jeans and feeling herself up to tweak both tits and lift them up to lick them as she had seen Kelly do. She turned around and grabbed her ass, squeezing her plump cheeks through her jeans. Her hands went back to the front to undo the button and zipper, and (this time without coaxing) slid them down.

Ding got to his knees and moved up behind her. He grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she did and brought his face close enough to tongue her crack. One of his hands slid down underneath and his finger played with her, as of yet, revealed pussy. Alice had her own hands up higher, playing with her breasts and purring softly.

Ding turned her hips, and she complied by stepping around carefully with her jeans at her knees. Ding took in the view of her completely shaved pussy and inhaled her aroma deeply. He licked the area around her lips, kissing her inner thighs and playing with her clit. Alice's knees bucked slightly, and Ding supported her with his strong hands on her hips. He picked her up and carried her over to our couch, setting her down on the cushion at the other end from us. Once her bare ass was on the cushion, he pulled her jeans all the way off and then stood to give her what she had asked for. He peeled the tight briefs down slowly, springing his giant cock free.

A Night of Strip Poker

A few years back my husband Peter was stationed by his office in Manila, the capital of the Philippines. Like the ever loyal wife that I am (snicker) I accompanied him in his exile. At that time Peter and I were in our mid twenties and looked more to his assignment as an adventure than anything else.

While in Manila Peter befriended two Canadian expatriates who were about the same age as him, whose names were Martin and Robert. Pretty soon all three became close friends and simply inseparable. They would do everything together. They would take their lunches, go drinking, play golf, party and even go on vacations together.

As for me, I would often join them in their escapades and so got to know Martin and Robert and we became close friends as well. Martin and Robert were seeing these two Filipina beauties, Gina and Nicole. Both girls were in their early twenties but had this youthful glow about them that made them look just out of their teens. They were both fun loving and easy to get along with, and would always join their boyfriends whenever they were out with Peter and I. Needless to say, they too became my closest friends.

After spending a number of years abroad, Peter was finally recalled back by his office. He got promoted. Much as we were ecstatic to finally go home, we were a bit saddened having to tell our friends of our imminent departure.

As to be expected, our friends were greatly saddened by the news but were genuinely happy at Peter's promotion and congratulated him profusely. They offered to throw a party for Peter and myself, just the six of us, both as a "despedida" (going away party) and celebration for Peter's upcoming promotion.

On the day of the party, Peter and I dressed to the nines. Peter in a long sleeved shirt and slacks with sports coat and black dress shoes; while I was in a white one piece halter dress, white stiletto heels and matching jewelry. I did not bother wearing stockings because of the tropical heat, nor did I wear a bra since the dress I wore had built in cups for breast support. The only thing I wore under the dress was a white thong which prevented panty lines from appearing in the dress.

We met the guys in the lobby of one of the fancier hotels where we then proceeded to the top floor to have dinner at its fanciest restaurant, which offered a panoramic view of the city. Both Martin and Robert came similarly dressed like Peter in sports coats; while Gina and Nicole came almost similarly attired in long sleeved shirts, vests and skin tight pants which hugged and clearly highlighted their slim figures. The only difference in their attires was that Gina's pants were in black leather while Nicole wore stretch jeans. I found out later that they both were wearing boots, as well.

After a fantastic dinner we went barhopping. Drinking and having fun all throughout the night. As it was getting late and everyone seemed to be getting drunker, I invited everybody to continue celebrating in the house where we could all lay back and mellow out in each other's company. Everyone agreed and so we all headed for our house.

When we got home I directed everyone to make themselves comfortable in our living room while I got the wine. After everyone was given a glass everyone started talking to each other. For some reason, the topic of discussion went to strip poker which caused the exchange to get much more lively and animated, especially between the guys.

For reasons yet unknown to me, it was I who first suggested that we play. Yes, you can probably blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol I imbibed or probably a Freudian desire to see another naked man aside from my husband Pete, but it was I who set everything in motion and planted the seed leading to my own destruction.

Upon hearing my suggestion the guys paused but a moment but heartily agreed to play. At least from their expressions I know Martin and Robert were most enthusiastic at the prospect of getting to see naked female flesh, but Peter seemed to be a bit reserved, probably shocked that it was I who initiated the game and only went along with the idea so as not to disappoint his guests, like the good host he is.

As to be expected both Gina and Nicole were a bit hesitant to play. Being Filipinas they were a lot more modest about having to bare their bodies. It took quite a lot of persuading from Martin and Robert before they finally agreed to play along, albeit most reluctantly. Truth be told, I too joined in trying to convince the girls to play. Ironically, I believe one of my most convincing arguments was that they need not take off anything at all during the game, as someone else could be unluckier than them and get stripped naked naked before they do.

Once decided we would be playing strip poker some rules had to be set. 

First, The game will continue even after one player gets nude and end after everyone is stripped naked. Both Gina and Nicole voted for the game stop as soon as one player is stripped naked, but they were outvoted. Second, Only the lowest hand in each game had to strip. Everyone agreed.

Third, First one stripped naked will lose all right to wear clothes for the rest of the party. Everyone else gets to put what they lost back on.As to be expected, Gina and Nicole, insisted that all clothing be returned after the game; while the guys Martin and Robert insisted otherwise claiming that this would be a good incentive for everyone to play well.

Peter abstained. As a host he didn't want any of his guests to feel uncomfortable in his home, by having them party on nude as a consequence of losing. But if the others decide that would be the rule, then he would abide by it.

For my part, rather than take the same road as my husband being the hostess of the affair, I openly sided with the guys and voted for total nudity for the loser for the rest of the party. I really must have a mean streak in me and must confess secretly looked forward to having one of our guests as the loser, especially either Gina and Nicole, who looked at me pensively as I cast the deciding vote.

After agreeing to the rules an inventory was made of each players clothing. It was decided that each player is allowed to remove seven articles of clothing before they get stripped. 

The guys:

1.Sports Jacket 2.Shoes 3.Socks 4.Long sleeved shirt 5.Pants 6.Undershirt 7.Boxers or briefs

For the girls (i.e. Gina and Nicole):

1.Vest 2.Boots 3.Stocking or socks 4.Long sleeved shirt 5.Pants 6.Bra 7.Panties

My case was different. Since I was only in a one piece dress and had no stockings, nor a bra on, I was allowed to remove pieces of jewelry to make up for lack of clothing. Since jewelry were not considered items of clothing which had to be stripped off, at least for the others, they can still wear them for the rest of the party even if they do lose; unlike me who would be literally naked as the day she was born, in case of a loss.

In my case then, the stripping will be as follows: 1.Watch 2.Earrings 3.Necklace 4.Rings/wedding band 5.Shoes 6.Dress 7.Panties 

After having taken care of the rules, we arranged ourselves around our glass topped coffee table ready to play. We girls were seated side by side on the sofa, with me in the middle; while Martin and Robert sat facing us on the side chairs found at either end of the sofa, while Peter took his position directly in front of us girls, on the ottoman.

Since there was six of us playing, it was agreed that though we would each be given five cards to start, only a maximum of three could be changed per hand. You could easily tell that all the guys were excited and raring to go, even Peter; while the other two girls were obviously nervous and you could say even scared. As for me, I was calm and cool as ice and surely exuded an aura of invincibility, never believing for a second that I could lose.

When the first round got under way, I was pleasantly surprised that I was immediately dealt a full house, making any change of cards unnecessary. I just sat there with a smug and superior look in my face as the other players scrambled to discard cards hoping to get a better combination. Stealing glances towards the two girls beside me I could not help but notice that they both had worried looks on their faces as they looked over their cards. Hmmp. Talk about poker faces, there sure was a lack of that here, at least as far as Gina and Nicole were concerned.

It goes without saying, that when everyone showed their cards, I had the highest hand of all six players. Martin had the lowest with only an Ace high. 

To the hoots and catcalls of the other men, Martin quickly doffed his sports coat but paused a while, unsure of whether he should hand me the jacket or merely set it aside. After a quick discussion it was decided that the loser of a hand must hand over the lost article to the winner, who in turn may use the same in case he or she loses. It was also agreed, at the insistence of I think Gina, that while the lost item was in the possession of the winner, he or she may put it on. That was the only concession any of the girls got that night. 

As a result of the new rule, I stood up and ceremoniously donned Martin's jacket which I am sure made me look comical due to our disparity in size. Martin was a hulking 6 footer while I was a slender woman with a svelte figure ( I stand around 5'6"). Despite the feeling that I was wearing a tent on my shoulders I gamely modeled my new fashion outfit for the others before sitting down for the next round. 

The second round did not start of well for me as I was immediately dealt garbage. Fortunately, I was able to draw a pair of Jacks after changing the maximum number of three cards. Although not high at all, I was nevertheless satisfied with my hand, thinking that it would surely not be the lowest for the round. I surreptitiously looked over at the other players and noticed that Nicole had a somewhat panicked look on her face. This reinforced my confidence which led me in all bravado to call for everyone to lay their cards down.

And they did.

Unfortunately, all the other players had higher cards than me with Nicole winning the hand with a trio of fours. Gina had a pair of kings. I gave Gina Martin's jacket happy at least to finally get its weight of my shoulders. As she was even slimmer than me, Gina didn't bother to put the jacket on but instead draped it over the back of the sofa.

Feeling a bit piqued at having lost the second round, I ferociously attacked my cards just as soon as they were dealt. Alas, to my ever increasing horror that second round was the start of my worst losing streak ever, that I lost five hands in a row. Piece by piece I had to remove all my jewelry and hand them over to the other players. I think my watch ended up with Robert, my earrings and necklace with Peter and my rings with Nicole. Nicole had a mischievous look on her face as she put my rings and wedding band on her fingers and began modeling them for the others to admire.

I had a queasy feeling in my stomach seeing my wedding band in another woman's hand, but was quickly made to snap out of it when told I had lost again. Left with no other choice, I slowly removed both my shoes and timidly handed them over to Martin, who had finally won a round. 

Play halted when a short powder room break was requested by the girls. As we made our way to the bathrooms to freshen up, I could not help but notice the sharp contrast the clip clopping of their boots made on the hardwood floor as compared to the slip slapping of my bare feet. It really made me feel already naked somewhat.

Back from the break, I immediately took stock of my situation. I was just two steps away from total nudity, while all the other players were still fully clothed. Some even more dressed than when they started. Remember Nicole and my rings?

Anyway, fortunately for me, my losing streak finally ended and it was Gina who lost to Martin. She simply handed over the jacket back to Martin who, in turn, immediately put it back on, no doubt feeling quite happy being fully dressed once more.

I didn't lose any of the next few hands, but my clothing sure made the rounds of the other players. Eventually all my jewelry ended up with either Gina or Nicole, both of whom took great pleasure in wearing them in front of me. In addition to my rings, Nicole got my necklace which she even had the cheek to ask me to put on her. Gina on the other hand ended up with my watch, which she immediately put on her wrist even if she was already wearing a watch herself (lucky for her she had on a long sleeved shirt which hid the fact she had two watches on her arm, otherwise she would have looked like those soldiers out looking for booty in those old war documentaries). She also won my earrings which she too put on, but that was ok since she wasn't wearing any in the first place.

My shoes made the rounds too, but none of the guys seemed to want to put them on.

After a few rounds had passed, I received a potential straight flush in eight to four diamonds, except that I was missing the seven and instead had another five as my fifth card. So I had a low pair of fives. Stupidly, I went for broke and discarded the five and ended up with a two of clubs, leaving me only with an eight high hand. Peter won that round with only a pair of threes.

(Lesson to all, never ever take chances in strip poker. Its really not worth throwing away an admittedly low hand for a chance to get a higher one. Chances are you will never get it and wind up with nothing. To paraphrase a line I recall from the Mel Gibson film "The Patriot". . . Aim small, lose small.) 

I had lost. I couldn't help blaming myself for that faux pas, especially considering that I now had to take off my dress as a consequence. (n.b. Of course, technically, I could have removed my thong instead of my dress but to tell you the truth, my mind was in a flux and I could not really think straight at that time.)

The room took on a deathly silence as the other players waited in anticipation of my impending disrobement. Like a zombie, I stood up to peel my clinging dress from my body, shyly avoiding every ones eyes which I felt were concentrated on me. As my hands hesitated at the hem of my dress both Gina and Nicole both stood up on either side and mercifully pulled off my dress for me

They did it very slow and sensuously though, allowing my audience to feast upon and savor each and every body part of mine revealed to them.

First my shapely calves . . . then my luscious thighs. . . then moving up to my rounded hips which was only encased by my wispy thong. . .then my flat abdomen with my cute belly button in the center. . . then pausing before they uncovered my heaving breasts with my now rock hard nipples poking out. . . and finally whisking the dress off my arms overhead to reveal my flushed and embarrassed face. . . before they, in all pomp and ceremony, handed over my dress to Peter.

I must have stood there a minute all topless and clad only in a thong, while my fully clothed guests sat mesmerized and openly ogling my all but naked state. In due time, I was able to break out of my trance and took my seat between Gina and Nicole, who seemed to be seated much closer to me now, actually hemming me in on both sides. I could actually feel the material of their clothing brushing against my naked skin, which made me feel even more naked and exposed. Well, I was only in a thong and they were in long sleeved shirts and pants weren't they.

Instead of resuming the game, Peter asked if anyone wanted fresh drinks, saying that things seemed to be getting a bit too intense. Upon getting what everybody wanted Peter surprised me by having me prepare the drinks and serve it to our guests, in my present state.

Well, being the obedient wife that I am, I stood up and padded towards the bar located across the room, fully aware and thrilled that every one's eyes were concentrated at my undulating thong encased ass, as I sashayed away from them.

When I got to the bar I immediately downed a stiff drink to stable my nerves. I then proceeded to prepare what the others had ordered. Just as I was done I was joined by Gina and Nicole who told me they would help me carry the drinks back. As we stood beside each other finishing preparing the drinks, I caught our reflection in the bar's mirror. I could not help but notice how inappropriate my state of dress was compared to the other two girls, and how aroused I was getting.

When all the drinks were finally prepared, we each took two glasses in hand and headed back to the boys. It suddenly dawned on me as I was walking back that my naked breasts were now fully exposed to the guy's viewing pleasure, being unable to cover up at all with drinks in both my hands. Well, seeing as it could not be avoided, I just grinned and bared it so to speak. With a little smile on my face, I held my head high and sauntered back to my place and handed Peter his drink, unmindful of all the appreciative attention I was getting from the guys.

Once we were settled with fresh drinks, we resumed playing.

I don't know whether I am really a bad poker player or it was just bad karma for my smug and cocky attitude earlier, but I immediately lost the next hand to Gina despite having two pairs. As it turned out, Gina had a full house ten and everyone else had a higher two pair and more. To add insult to injury, both Nicole and I had identical two pairs, Queens and fours, except that she had a higher kicker card than me. Hers was an ace while mine was a three. As the realization of my loss started to seep in I noticed Gina sitting close beside me with this Cheshire cat grin on her face with her upturned palm raised. I guess she wanted my thong now. 

I don't know how I got the courage, but having been made to spend the better part of the night in various stages of undress, made my taking my thong off simply routine. I simply stood up and peeled my thong down and off, revealing for the first time the whole of my ass and my shaven crotch.

After I handed Gina my thong, which she proceeded to wind along her wrist, I made a little pirouette to enable everyone to get a full view of all my naked glory. To be honest, it felt surreal finding myself completely and utterly nude in a room full of clothed people, all of whom are my closest and dearest friends. In fact, I think the situation was made even more embarrassing by the fact that I was the only one who did all the stripping and that nobody else got close to being stripped at all. Well, Martin did lose his jacket early on but he had since recovered it.

There was a telling silence in the air as I sat down. Probably thinking that I was upset at having lost so badly, both Gina and Nicole hugged me tightly against them and tried to commiserate with my misfortune. The feel of their clothing against my bare skin greatly highlighted my feeling of nakedness which made me feel even more embarrassed, but aroused as well.

Despite my having lost everything already, the game was supposed to continue until everyone else got naked as well. However, before game could resume, Gina suggested in a most sympathetic voice while holding me tight and combing my hair with her fingers, that perhaps we should take a break first to allow my luck to change after. Although I was against the idea, everyone else took it up and a half hour break was called. I know I should have made my objections known more forcefully, Well being the only one butt naked while everyone else was fully dressed has a way of taking all the fight out of me and made me feel inferior and subservient to them. I just silently went along.

As the break started I was told by my lord and master to prepare a little snack for all of us. Gina and Nicole were told by their boyfriends to go help out, which they promised to do after they freshen up. With that, all three of us girls left the living room to the boys, with me going to the kitchen while the two other girls headed for the bathroom. 

Strip Poker Story

I posted this story in another thread, but I thought this board would be a more appropriate section..

Something happened to me a few weeks ago that I thought was worthy of posting here. This is an absolute true story and the first time anything like this has happened to me before.

My wife Amy and I both in our late twenties and have been happily married for four years. Two weekends ago, my wife had two of her friends over for a girl’s night, just hanging out, watching movies and drinking some wine. At about 9 PM I was in the kitchen getting a drink when one of my wife’s friends, Jill, yelled that I should come and join them. Jill was one of my wife’s old college roomates and was always very flirtatious, but my wife never seeemd to really mind. When I went in the room it was obvious they were all a bit tipsy from too much wine and very giggly. Jill said they were feeling like teenagers from their wine buzz and were going to play strip poker, but that it’s not fun without any guys. I really thought she was kidding but when I looked at my wife, she said “Sure, it will be fun”.

 Although Amy and I have a very good sex life, she is somewhat reserved sexually so I was somewhat surprised that she was willing to do this. I had to admit, I got very turned on immediately at the thought of my wife and her two friends, both of whom are very pretty, stripping in my living room. I hadn’t played Strip Poker in years, since college, but I was pretty confident that I could beat my wife and her friends at poker. Well the game went on for about six or seven hands until everyone had lost a few and were at the point that the next loss would be to reveal something. Erica was in pants and her bra, Jill the same, my wife Amy had taken off her pants but had a long sweatshirt on covering her, and I was in jeans and a T Shirt. 

Well Jill lost the next hand and stood up and pulled off her pants, and was now in just her panties and bra, and looking extremely sexy. I lost the next hand and to a bunch of cat calls and mock strip tease music, stood up and pulled off my shirt. At this point I was extremely turned on and was sporting a massive hard on, knowing it was visible through my jeans, and was a bit embarrassed. 

My wife lost the next hand and took off her sweatshirt, so now she too was down to just panties and bra. Erica lost the next hand and took off her pants. Jill lost the next hand, and wasn’t the least bit shy about pulling off her bra to reveal her boobs. Jill is extremely, pretty, she is blonde and petite, with small but perky breasts. She playfully covered her boobs with her hands and teased me , saying “Aren’t you glad you decided to play with us now Matt”, and pulled her hands away, showing her tits. The situation got a bit more serious now as it was obvious that erotic tension was filling the air. I wa so turned on at this point, I felt like I was going to explode. 

Seeing Jill topless in a room with my semi naked wife and her other semi naked friend was incredible. Amy lost the next hand and said, “well no big deal, you’ve all seen me topless”, and whipped off her bra, not being shy about revealing her C cup breasts. Even though I’ve seen my wife nude about a thousand times, it was a new erotic experience having her topless in front of everyone. Jill lost again, and was only down to her panties. She did hesitate this time a bit and looked a little nervous but stood up and pulled over her panties in one quick motion and sat down. I was so turned on at this point I think I was breathing heavy. 

She was sitting right across from me on the rug totally naked with her legs crossed and I couldn’t help myself and could barely turn away from starting between her legs. I looked over at my wife, and to my surprise, looked about as turned on as I did. I know her look well, and her cheeks were flushed and she had a certain look in her eye which I know well. I also noticed she was flexing her legs and crossing them back and forth and I think she was trying to get herself off! 

This was extremely shocking from my somewhat reserved wife. Well I lost the next hand and stood up to remove my jeans, honestly having a hard time getting them over my erection. I had on boxer shorts and was pitching about the biggest tent I could ever remember. The girls gave me some mock cat calls again and cheered, and Jill said “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself there, Matt” pointing at my hard on. Well I lost again, and stood up and pulled off my boxers, and the way we were sitting in a circle, the tip of my erection was about three feet from Jill’s face. The girl’s cheered and yelled but there was clearly now a very erotic tension in the room. I sat back down all the girls were staring directly at my hard on, there was nothing I could do to hide it. My wife looked over at me and said “oh my god, matt, it looks like you’re going to explode right here.”, and reached over and grabbed my penis. 

I had been hard for so long and the situation had gotten so hot, that I think I involuntarily thrust my hips a little bit and she said softly “oh my god”. Amy just looked at Erica and Jill and then turned back to me and started stroking me. I leaned back and balanced myself with my hands in back of me and just watched. Jill and Erica were leaning forward, just staring at Amy stroke me. Well I was so far gone at this pint, it only took about ten seconds for me to erupt, and I shot everywhere, on Amy’s hand, my chest, onto the rug, it was the largest orgasm I think I ever had in my life. Both girls kinda leaned back, and said “whoa”. Once I stopped, I leaned back, now somwhat embarraassed as to what happened. Jill grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom and I think brought herself to an orgasm because she was gone for about twenty minutes. 

Amy didn’t say anything and went to the sink to wash her hands, and Erica quietly got dressed herself. The whole situation had changed now to being kinda awkward. Although the thought of a massive orgy ran through my mind more than a few times, we certainly weren’t swingers or anything close to it, and so I think it went as far as it could. I tried to keep the situation light by saying anytime they needed a fourth player for one of their games to count me in and left the room. I really couldn’t’ believe what had just happened. I went to take a shower and when I came out Jill and Erica were both gone and my wife was about as horny as I had ever seen her and we proceeded to have great sex all night.

Top 5 Underreported Poker Stories of 2011

Black Friday made 2011 a year to remember, but the US government’s all-out assault on online poker also overshadowed a handful of important poker stories that may not have got the full attention they deserved.

Today we look at five of those stories.

From a missing Phil Ivey to a missing $130 million, 2011 was nothing if not eventful.

1. Almost-Live WSOP Final Table Stream Changes the Game

Poker has evolved in leaps and bounds over the last few decades with the introduction of the hole-camera, poker on the Internet and the explosion of popularity in the new millennium.

We believe the introduction of almost-live streaming coverage represents another titanic step in the game’s development.

This summer the WSOP ran a live stream with hole cards on a 30-minute delay, but only showing the cards once the hand was complete.

An innovation to be sure, the decision neverthless begged the question: Why not just show the cards live at the end of every hand?

Poker writer and commentator Jesse May asked that very question during the November Nine conference call and the rep from ESPN told us that’s exactly what they want to do.

It would give the players information never before seen so immediately at the tables and could have huge implications strategy-wise.

It would also seriously contribute to the spectator-sport atmosphere the WSOP is trying to cultivate at its Main Event final tables.

Expect to see it next year and keep an eye on our World Series of Poker section for all major announcements.

2. Phil Ivey Drops Off the Face of the Earth

For a long time the poker media world seemed to revolve around Phil Ivey.

If you need evidence of that consider we once flew to Las Vegas just to report every hand of Phil Ivey’s WPT Five Diamond main event experience.

The poker world is poorer for having lost Phil Ivey.

After Black Friday, all that changed.

Ivey has been a ghost since failing to show up for the $25k Heads-Up Championship that kicked off the 2011 WSOP. It was at that time he announced his lawsuit against Tiltware LLC, one of the principal companies that makes up Full Tilt Poker.

So not only have American poker players been deprived of playingonline poker this year, they’ve also lost the biggest star in the game in his absolute prime.

If this was a "Big Four" sport, it would have been mentioned daily in some context or another.

Other things haven’t exactly been going Ivey’s way this year either as we found out when details of his divorce were made public this month.

He notably materialized briefly in Macau late in the year, but we eagerly anticipate Ivey’s complete return to the circuit.

3. Phantom Deposits on Full Tilt Poker

Black Friday was far and away the biggest story of the year but one facet of it received surprisingly little attention.

In the Department of Justice’s complaint against Full Tilt Poker it came to light that roughly $130 million in player deposits had never actually been removed from players’ bank accounts.

An informal poll was started on Two Plus Two, in which 56 people owned up to having made these phantom deposits. 22 of those said they had done it in amounts exceeding $5,000.

This entire quagmire was glossed over when Groupe Bernard Tapie’s acquisition of Full Tilt Poker began picking up steam but the missing money is still, well, missing.

The problem is that much of the phantom funds were lost by the depositors and won by honest Full Tilt Poker customers.

So the question remains, will the Department of Justice and/or Bernard Tapie attempt to recover that money from the original depositors, or will they just eat the loss as part of the acquisition?

Keep an eye on the entire Black Friday debacle on our Black Friday Bulletin Board.

4. Ilari Sahamies Loses Big, Wins Biggest?

Finnish phenom Ilari Sahamies has had an unbelievable year playing the biggest cash games on PokerStars using his “Ilari FIN” account.

Slow start, big Finnish.

Sahamies’ year started out on a downward slope, one that continued until he was more than $800,000 in the hole by July. That’s in addition to the roughly $600k he lost playing on Full Tilt in early 2011.

But right around the time the WSOP was wrapping up in Las Vegas, Sahamies kicked off one of the great comebacks in online poker history.

He won $1.6 million in three weeks, playing nothing but Pot-Limit Omaha cash games.

That heater was highlighted by a $1.1 million profit in less than 48 hours.

Sahamies has continued to earn since the summer and as of today he’s the leading money-winner on PokerStars in 2011 with $2.6 million in profit.

His closest competition is Rafi Amit who has made $2.1 million.

5. Brian Rast Wins Two Bracelets, No One Cares

Brian Rast had an unbelievable summer, winning two bracelets including a massive victory in the $50k Players Championship.

But with so many other storylines, and just plain bad timing, Rast’s accomplishment barely registered on the poker world’s radar.

Rast won his first bracelet on June 9, at exactly the same time Phil Hellmuth was finishing second to John Juanda in the $10k No-Limit Deuce to Seven event.

PokerListings.com was there when both of those events went down and we were too busy shadowing Hellmuth and conducting a winner interview with Juanda to catch up with Rast.

But Rast gave the media another shot when he won his second bracelet just a few weeks later, handing Phil Hellmuth his third runner-up finish of the summer and securing the title with the biggest buy-in at the World Series of Poker.