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A number of years ago, my husband played poker with a group of 7 or 8 guys, and they would play every two weeks or so, and rotate the game between everyone’s homes. On the nights they played at our house, I would generally go out to dinner and a movie with some women friends. This gave me a good excuse to see my friends and it was good to be out of the house while they played poker without their having to censor conversations with a wife in their presence.
This one time my husband hosted the game, I got back from a movie a little early and they were still playing. I went down to the basement rec-room to say “hi” to our guests and a few of the guys took this as an opportunity to go home. The rest seemed to want to play a while longer, and in order to have enough players they asked me to sit in. I’ve played some poker and knew most of the games they were playing, and after a little coaxing from the men, I agreed to play a few hands. They had been drinking beer all evening, and I’d had a couple glasses of wine with dinner, and now had a beer put in front of me.
My luck this evening didn’t start out very good, and soon I’d lost the rest of the cash I’d taken with me for the evening out. So I announced I was “tapped-out” and got up to go upstairs. Then one of the guys who I’ve known for a long time just couldn’t resist the temptation to tease me with, “No problem, you’ve got some clothes on you could bet with.” This got the rest of them going with the idea of us now playing strip poker; six guys and me. With all their very good natured teasing, I couldn’t tell if they were serious or not, but when it comes to this kind of banter, I’m not one to be intimidated and I can generally give it back as well as take it. So I replied, “Guys are big talkers when it comes to strip poker, but when they get down to losing their shorts, they’re the first to want the game to quit.”
The way I said it, the guy must have felt that I’d left the door open at least a little bit. “I’m in to the end,” said the guy who first raised the issue. Everyone but my husband swore they were “in” too.
“How about you?” I said to my husband, knowing he was the only one “anteing-up” his wife for other men to potentially see naked. I really expected him to say something that didn’t sound like a “possessive husband” yet something that would still end the game and send everyone home.
“I’m in if you are,” he said to me with a flat affect. I couldn’t tell if he was challenging me to “perform” after questioning the guys’ willingness to follow-through, or if he wanted me put an end to this and go to bed.
“OK, but there have to be some ground rules,” I said, trying to find a way to get them to decide not to go any further, or buy me some time to reconsider.
“First, everyone is in to the end of the game, and that means until someone has lost every stitch. Is everyone on board?” Everyone assured me they were. So I kept looking for another way to stop this.
Second, if I lose first we keep playing until one of you, other than my husband is naked too, has everyone got that? If you get to see me naked, I want to see some serious male skin too.” Again they all agreed.
“Third, what goes on here stays here, I don’t want anyone’s wife calling me and accusing me of whatever. Everyone OK with that?” I asked. All were OK, so I kept looking other “show stoppers.”
“And fourth, you guys all start with the same number of pieces of clothes, and I get one more. Does everyone agree?”
Now they knew I was serious, and that one of them was going to have to “show the goods” if I did. One guy had to ask, “Why do you get one more piece of clothes than we do?”
“Because I have bigger tits,” I replied, and he got the picture.
They all looked at each other and one by one agreed to my terms, until it was my husband’s turn to commit. “OK with me,” he said without as much enthusiasm as I would have liked.
So I pointedly asked him, “You sure you’re OK with this? I don’t want to catch any hell for this later.”
“I’m good” he replied, “lets deal the cards.
“Before we start, let’s all get to the right number of items on,” I demanded. I was wearing what I’d gone to dinner in, a tee-shirt, denim skirt, bra, panties and sandals; six items. The guys all seemed to have seven items: shirts, jeans, shorts, shoes and socks. So I suggested they all lose their shoes to start right. One guy looked at his watch and said, “Hey, I gotta be home before too long, how about we start with three items and you with four?”
Everyone was obviously thinking I would surely lose first, so they readily agreed. Since it was nearly 11:00, I agreed too.
I took off my sandals to make my four items, while the guys tossed their shoes and socks. We also agreed to play only 5-card draw, with the low hand taking off one item. We put in two jokers as wild cards to have enough for everyone to draw up to three cards.
Everyone agreed I should deal first. Dealer’s luck held and one of the guys shed his shirt. As we went, everyone’s luck was pretty similar and in half an hour, I’d lost only my half-slip, and a couple of guys were already in their shorts. In the next half hour my luck went south and I was in my bra and panties, most guys were in shorts only, while my husband still had his jeans too.
These guys were looking at me in my underwear, and wishing mightily that I would lose next. I’m not particularly superstitious, but I swear their “cosmic energy” was working, because I lost the next hand. Now what to do? After chastising men in general for not following through, I could hardly pull the plug on the game without looking pretty hypocritical. So, my next decision was what do I take off? Conventional wisdom would say my bra, but sitting at the card table, I figured losing my panties really didn’t expose much. So I slid my panties off under the table, much to the disappointment of at least five men; I still wasn’t sure what my husband was thinking about this.


The next few hands had everyone down to one item left. And after the next hand I started to believe the guys were stacking the deck. I lost again, and six pairs of eyes were on me waiting to see me bare me breasts. I just sighed and said, “The rules are the rules,” and reached behind to unhook my bra. I was getting excited enough at the thought of these guys finally seeing me, that I took my time and with letting the straps fall off my shoulders just to tease them a bit more. Once the straps were free, the bra fell to my lap and I could feel the guys looking at my bare chest.
“Keep dealing,” I said, reminding them of the rules. “You guys have to have some ‘skin in the game’ too.” Unless my husband lost this hand the game would be over. As luck would have it, the guy who first taunted me about betting my clothes lost the hand and somewhat reluctantly dropped his shorts. He quickly sat down, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.
“Stand back up and let me see you,” I said. “You’ve been ogling my tits for the last 15 minutes, so don’t short me my time to see you.”
My husband let a few minutes go as we kind of sat there not knowing what to say or do next. Then he took charge and reached for his clothes and said, “Alright, we all have to go to work tomorrow, game’s over.”
I just put on my dress, while the guys took a little longer to get dressed and leave. After they left we cleaned up the rec-room and put the tables and chairs away. My husband didn’t say anything for the longest time, which was starting to worry me, so I finally asked. “Are you OK, or did I go further than I should have tonight?”
“No, you were fine, more than fine really,” he said, “I’m just sorting out how I can be so excited by five other guys seeing you naked, I’m not sure I’m supposed to do that.”
“Don’t waste a lot of time analyzing it, either you had a good time or you didn’t. If you didn’t we won’t do anything like that again. If you did, we’ll see what else comes along. I sure didn’t plan on this, but I have to say, it was good for me.” That was enough thinking for one night.