[JonThink]

A buddy of mine and I decided we should attempt to get our wives to play Strip Corn Hole. He is an excellent corn hole player, and I do O.K. against most people other than him. We decided that the real fun would be to have the guys on one team and the ladies on the other team. Both women know that we guys can whip them. So, we also knew to get them to agree to a game, we felt that we would have to get them liquored up. We started drinking in the afternoon. Both ladies love Margaritas, and generally they start losing their clothes after about 4 or 5 such drinks.

Once they had hit that quota, we made the proposition that they should play us in strip corn hole. They asked how it would work. We said that each contestant could wear only 4 items of clothing -- a pair of undies, a pair of shorts, a shirt and a hat. The contestant would have to strip an article of clothing (of their choice) whenever they lost a round against an opposing player from the other team. However, if they had earlier lost an article of clothing and did win a subsequent round, they would win back an article of clothing (of their choice). The ladies asked, "So, if we are game, who is going to be on what team. My buddy and I immediately said, "It should be the ladies against the guys." The women immediately complained that the guys were better at corn hole than the women. My buddy and I argued that that was not true. However, we said that we would offer them a handicap. "What handicap?" my wife said subspeciality. We agreed to allow them to get much closer to the board than regulation. They asked how much closer. We agreed to offer them a third off the normal distance. My wife looked at my buddy's wife and said, "What do you think?" My buddy's wife was drunk and said, "I think we can whip their asses, and then we can laugh at their naked butts." We said, "O.K., you are on!" We agreed that I would throw against my wife, and my buddy against his. We also added that any time someone lost a round, they had to take a shot of Tequila. Everyone readily agreed to that.

After the first round of throws my buddy beat his wife. She removed her cap. The same was true when I beat my wife in our first round. Then my buddy whipped his wife in their second round. She had to take off her shirt and stood there topless as my buddy and I laughed. My wife tied me on our second round, so nobody lost anything. The third round had my buddy beating his wife once more. She had to strip off her shorts and was now in her thong panty. Again, he and I had a good laugh. In my third round against my wife, I beat her once more. She also had to strip off her shirt and was nude up top. My buddy and I harassed her for a short while. Then it was time for the fourth round. Once again, my buddy beat his wife. She reluctantly stepped out of her thong panties. Us guys made a few dirty remarks, but then turned our attention back to the game. I whipped my wife again in this round. She now had to remove her shorts and was left in a thong.

My buddy's wife said that she was finished since she was naked and had nothing left to strip. My buddy and I said, "Oh, no. You have to finish the game just like any other corn hole game." She argued, but to no avail. My buddy decided to make life rough on his wife by purposely prolonging the game and tying her without scoring points on each round. We particularly liked the fact that the wives had to lean down to pick up their sandbags. It gave us a pretty good ass shot. Then on the fifth round, I beat my wife once again. She also had to step out of her thong. We provided her with some hoots and hollers. In response, she shot us the rod. Then I decided to use my buddy's approach and tie my wife with each round. By that time, both wives were staggering drunk from their earlier Margaritas and the shots they had taken in their losing cause. My buddy and I continued to get great ass shots as the women retrieved their sandbags. And my wife got a little belligerent with her plight, and she began to lean way over from the waist and provide us shots of both ass and pussy. My buddy told his wife she should do the same. She also shot him the rod, but leaned way over and displayed her ass and pussy while rubbing her pussy. Then she grinned and wetted her middle finger, leaned way over, and stuck that finger up her pussy after rubbing it down a little. We all died laughing.

For a finale, my buddy beat his wife in a round to win the game. She shot him the rod again, and went into her little routine of leaning way over and rubbing her pussy and wetting her finger, but before she could stick her finger in that wet little crevice, he rushed her and had his dick out and shoved it in. He pounded away on it, and she was loving it. I looked at my wife, and asked if she also were game? She responded, "Why not?" With that I bent her over and directed my missile into her. There we were -- two couples pounding the daylights out of our wives in their backyard. I wonder if anyone saw the action. The houses on either side and the house behind them were two-story homes, and we had the floodlights on to play our strip corn hole game. Once the guys had emptied their loads, we all retired to the hot tub with another round of Margaritas. I said, "It just don't get no better than this!" My buddy said, "Yeah, it does! Next time we can swap and do each other's wife." Before I could agree, my wife jumped in and said, "That is up for discussion." My buddy's wife argued, "Hey, that could be fun!" My buddy looked at my wife and said, "It appears that you are outnumbered!" With that, my wife shot him the rod one last time. He responded by saying, "You are correct, and we will!"