***** Poker Winner
The four of us were already comfortable with each other, due to many hours naked in the hot tub (See other stories in my profile). In addition to Hot Tubing, we regularly got together to play Pinochle. One Friday evening they came over for some card playing and sat around the kitchen table playing boys against girls. After the ladies had soundly whumped the men in our regular game one of the ladies said "It's obvious you guys are no match for us in this game, let's try something else".
I've never been accused of being slow, so I immediately responded with "OK, let's play ***** poker".
He, having just been humiliated like me, immediately agreed, and said "Sure".
The ladies got real quiet, real quick, and just looked at each other. "Look", I said, its not as though we haven't seen each other naked. We must have been in the hot tub together about a hundred times in the last couple of years. Besides, if you two are as hot with the cards tonight as you seem to think you are, there is nothing to worry about. We'll be sitting here buck naked, and you two will still be fully clothed".
After a little more gentle prodding, they both finally agreed. The first order of business was to set the rules. Loser of each hand has to take off one item of clothing, and keep it off for the rest of the game. Also, you can't take off something under something else. You must ***** from the outside in. Everyone agreed. Finally, we agreed we had to "equalize" the scoring, so each person has to name the items they are wearing. After a few laughs, we agreed each person had seven items, so you could lose six times, but on the seventh, you were buck naked. And lastly, once you wee naked, you had to sit there until the game was over.
With that, we started playing good old five card stud.
Silly me! I should have recognized that when you have a night of bad cards, changing the game doesn't improve things. I think I lost three of the first five hands, and he lost the other two. After ten hands, I was half gone, and he was pretty close behind, and my wife had lost one shoe, and his wife had lost two shoes. Like many addicted gamblers, I felt sure my luck was going to change, so I just kept right on playing.
For some reason, my wife has always been lucky at cards. On our honeymoon, she consistently won at 21, and kept loaning me money, which I consistently lost until she couldn't keep up with me, and we had to quit. Anyway, the girls sat there giggling and making smart remarks, while he and I lost more and more clothes. It was starting to look like the only interesting view I was going to get was a view of him sitting naked looking at me sitting naked, and neither one of us were excited at that prospect.
Luckily, while she is good at cards, my wife is also a good sport. Without making it too obvious, she started to lose, and catch up with us. As I remember it, I was sitting there in my shorts, as was he, and my wife had managed to get down to her bra and panties. His wife, being more competitive, still had her blouse on over her bra and panties.
No matter how much my wife wanted to sooth my damaged ego, she still wanted to let it be known that the ladies were the best at cards, so she got competitive again, and in the next three hands, I was naked, he was naked, and his wife was down to her bra and panties, just like mine. Two more hands, and his wife was also naked, while my wife sat there grinning, comfortable in her bra and panties.
Having declared herself the winner, my wife then said "But everyone wins at ***** poker", and she quickly ******** off the rest of her clothes. The four of us then walked naked into the more dimly lit living room to do some serious massaging and playing.
We played ***** poker more than once, but as many times as we played, the guys never seemed to win, until the end, when we would pay proper homage to the victorious ladies, and then we could retire to the hot tub, or some other serious games.