Providence
I waited in the brightly lit reception area of the club, for my latest prize. My Italian jacket and designer jeans emphasised the tan on my skin and the sun bleaching of my hair was for real. My lean muscled body with its expensive perfume showed I was a man who took care of himself.
Then she was with me, the soft long blond hair framing the fresh naïve 22 year old face. Her dark brown eyes like that of a doe looked up trustingly into mine as her soft pink lips formed into a kiss to brush my lips. The kiss was warm, fresh, like candy on my tongue. She took my arm hugging her body close to mine. I could feel the firm young frame through the thin fabric of her mini slip dress. She was young, pretty, with a hunger for passion which had grown through the night.
I had succeeded. They would be pleased when I brought her to them. I slipped her coat about her shoulders as we stepped into the waiting taxi. Her slim thin fingers disappeared into my broad hand. As we rode in the taxi she rested her head onto my shoulder pressing her warm thigh against my mine. I could feel the expectation tensing the muscles in her body. As we neared our destination the squeezing of her fingers in mine increased, matching the tempo of her breath shortened by excitement.
I paid for the taxi and we entered the apartment building like twins joined at the hip. As we rode the elevator to the top floor she turned my face to hers. Her butterfly kisses covered my face and exposed neck. She raised her leg to rub along mine. She bent my head to her mouth by tugging the short mat of hair on the back of my head. Her hips ground into my groin. I could feel the heat inside her spreading along her naked thigh through the thick cotton of my jeans.
Her fingers slipped to trace the outline of my erect cock. I had to gently brush them away. “Not yet my sweet. Not yet.” I saw the question form in her eyes but I would not answer.
I unlocked the door into the warehouse style apartment. The low lighting in the entrance bled into the shade bordering the central room. As always the square of three white leather sofas was lit like a stage. On the centre sofa sat the two lead players, my flatmates or should I say my owners. Since joining them in the flat I had known no other life than pandering to them. Pleasing them in whatever way I could. Tonight I had brought them a new offering, a new toy for them to play with and use.
My young friend turned to me. I sensed the surprise and disappointment in her face. She had thought we would be alone. “These are my flatmates Daisy” I said to her. “Chloe and Sabrina.” The two women broadened their crimson glossed lips into welcoming smiles. They parted their voluptuous satin dressed bodies to make a space between them on the sofa. Sabrina extended her glistening long nailed hand towards Daisy and indicated the girl should sit between them.
“Tea would be nice Darren dear. We girls will chat for awhile and get acquainted.” I had been dismissed. I turned taking the stairs up the mezzanine to the gallery kitchen. From above I watched as Daisy slipped into the space created between the two women. Within seconds the space had closed, and Daisy was pressed closely between them.
The conversation was indistinct but I knew what its contents would be. How had we met. How long had we known each other. Did she like the flat. This was always the first chance visitors had to study the décor. The subtle erotic paintings on the wall, the lamps which were bronzes of lovers entwined, and then of course there was the single large circular bed partially obscured by a screen.
The kettle boiled and I created the herbal infusion. I was not to hurry. The women needed time for the corruption to commence. Daisy was a student. Intelligent, wise yet totally naïve. She was ripe for education, liberation even, as our little game of perversion would open her mind and body to new pleasures she would never have thought of. I watched now as the bewilderment clouded her sweet face. Soon there would be apprehension, maybe just briefly fear, before joy would overtake her and she would enter the light of pleasure that awaited her.
Daisy’s coat had been removed from her shoulders. I watched Sabrina’s ample bosom rise and fall with the quickening of her breath. Her fingers had started to stroke Daisy’s long hair. Chloe was tracing her fingers along the line of Daisy’s shoulder. I could see the girl’s nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her slip dress. My cock bucked against my jeans. Chloe rearranged the split of her satin dress revealing the full length of her black stockinged leg which she pressed against Daisy’s bare knees.
It was time for me to enter as the audience. I walked down the stairs, as best I could with my cock straining to be free of my jeans. I placed the tea tray on a table in front of the girls. Daisy looked quizzically almost pleading into my eyes. I smiled. She was ripe. I knew she would enjoy, she just had to let go. Chloe handed Daisy her tea. She was trapped now. The pleasure would get to her before fear, reason or doubt could prevent the moment.
The women talked to Daisy again. The words were unimportant, it was just the accent, the tone, the rhythm, a quick question would prevent her from thinking or noticing what was happening to her until it was too late.
Daisy’s thighs had been gently parted. Sabrina had worked the hem of Daisy’s dress to the top of her thighs. I could see her white cotton G string dampening at the front. College girls always wore cotton, they had no ingenuity, they felt no need to glamourise their sex it was still fresh and youthful.
I could smell the combined odour of sex welling from inside the women. I desperately wanted to free my dripping cock but I had to wait. I had to wait until I the instruction came.
Chloe was the first to kiss Daisy. Taking the young face into her hand she raised the chin and bore down with her lips forcing the girls mouth apart. I watched as their tongues flicked together. I saw Daisy tense. I saw a brief fight rise in her. Sabrina gripped at Daisy’s shoulders then released her as Daisy locked onto Chloe’s embrace.
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Slowly they stripped the slip dress down Daisy’s body. Sabrina gripped at Daisy’s freed breasts. Tweaking them between her thumb and forefinger till they were taut she finally suckled into the closest breast as her fingers pushed aside the cotton covering the young girls pussy.
I could see the shaven pink puffy lips glistening with love juice widening to accept Sabrina’s two slippery probing fingers. Chloe released Daisy’s face and gently eased the girl down onto the cushion of the sofa. As she cupped, kneaded and suckled at the young girls breasts she watched Sabrina strip away the last of Daisy’s clothes.
As they each stimulated their young plaything they gradually stripped each other till they hovered over their victim wearing black stilettos, stockings, and matching lace thongs. Their full breasts nudging and brushing each others exposed flesh causing their nipples to tauten into over ripe berries.
The two women kissed mischievously before Sabrina dipped her head to kiss Daisy’s head and abdomen. Her head travelled futher towards the young girls bare pubis. Sabrina’s tongue circled the exposed clitoris rising from the hood of Daisy’s pussy. Chloe stripped off her own panties and bent over to kiss Daisy full on the lips once more. This was my signal. I could leave the audience to join the performance.
Racing out of my clothes I dropped to my knees and gratefully kissed Chloe’s fleshy bottom extended to me. Her thighs parted, and her hand slipped to the back of my head forcing my face deep into the cleft of her pussy. Eagerly my tongue probed between the softening lips, till my teeth could take hold and I could suck and draw on her labia lips. My hands stroked along the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, till my finger pressed against the bud of her clit. Briefly she pressed back against my face until she twisted away.
Directed towards Sabrina’s raised derriere I saw Chloe position herself over Daisy’s face and watched as she sank down onto the flicking tongue awaiting the taste of her clit. Now rampant with excitement I pulled aside the thin covering of Sabrina’s G string and buried my face into her pussy. Sucking on her clit I ran my fingers over the saliva forming on my lips. Once sticky I reached up gently testing the opening of her anus. Teasing with increasing pressure, I felt the tension ease and my fingers slid inside.
Beneath Sabrina’s body I could feel the upward pressure from Daisy’s body as her climax began to well inside. Sabrina sat back, grabbing my dripping cock, she pressed it into her waiting pussy. With her other hand she continued to tease Daisy’s clit. Sabrina and Chloe locked lips into a long smouldering kiss before Sabrina’s head dipped back to cover the fully flowered opening of Daisy’s pussy. Her buttocks slammed into my groin burying my cock up to the balls into her own hungry pussy.
As I thrust back and forth into the gyrating body beneath me I watched Chloe’s untethered breasts dance before my eyes. Gripping Sabrina at the hip with one hand my other latched onto one of the flayling breasts in front of me. Chloe gripped her other breast and between us we each urged the other to climax.
As Chloe began the low whine that led to her siren like climax I could feel Sabrina being jerked back against my own thrusting body. As Chloe’s shriek filled the vast void of the apartment I could hear the low whimpering whelp of shocked delight coming from Daisy beneath the sumptuous volumes of voluptuous flesh. Sabrina in her usual mix of guttural expletives was next to climax immediately snatching my straining cock from the velvet comfort of her welcoming vagina.
Releasing Daisy from beneath their combined advances the two women held my quivering sticky cock close to her wide eyed flushed face. “Do you still want this sweet lips?” Chloe asked. “Yes” was the dreamy positive reply. Chloe propping Daisy’s head in her lap raised her face level with the enlarged eye of my pulsing cock. Sliding her hand along the length of my quivering pulsing rod, Sabrina jerked at my cock till I could hold back no longer, in a rush of spouting gushes my love juice sprayed into Daisy’s waiting mouth. Peppering her cheeks and lips with globules of my white sticky goo.
Daisy reached up with outstretched hand pulling my still hard length into her mouth slowly she licked and sucked it clean as Chloe and Sabrina licked away my spray from her face. Some would say I should be ashamed of my slavish behaviour towards my two flat mates. Many would consider our life style wicked, corrupting, even addictive and depraved. You may even question my reasoning for staying with them. Yet when you see the satiated glow on the young face of a girl such as Daisy, I have an almost evangelical feeling and realise our meeting was providence not evil and I must continue the good work for as long as I am able.
The End
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.
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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.
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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.
When I got to the kitchen I decided to serve some chips, sliced vegetables with dip. As I was slicing the turnips into stalks, I was finally joined by Gina and Nicole, all freshened up and ready to help out. When I turned my eyes towards them to give instructions, I noticed that not only where they fully clad in their long sleeved shirts, vests, tight pants, boots and various jewelry of mine ( Gina still had my thong wound up along her wrist), they had both raided my closet and were each wearing one of my cardigans.
Before I could say anything, Nicole said that they were feeling a bit cold and thought I wouldn’t mind them borrowing my clothes. Imagine, I was the one here standing nude and they were the ones feeling cold despite their clothing. Although we had the air conditioner on, I truthfully didn’t feel the cold at all. Considering my present flushed condition my body must be generating enough body heat to keep me warm.
Just as I was about to say something, both Gina and Nicole pleaded with me to keep the Cardigans and promised to take them off as soon as the game resumed. Well they both did look so good in them that I even offered to give the cardigans to them as a farewell gift. This caused another round of group hugging to break out among us, which did not help to ease my state of embarrassment at all. I did insist for them to take the cardigans off as soon as the games resumed, which they promised me to do.
As we went about busily preparing the snack, with me doing most of the work slicing up the vegetables and preparing the dip while standing in front of the kitchen counter while the two girls watched me while comfortably seated at the kitchen table, we must have presented a tableau of domesticity; except for the fact of my singular nudity.
When we were done, we loaded everything in a tray, which I carried to the living room by myself. The two girls leisurely walked behind me no doubt enjoying the view of my fully exposed ass. Noticing that I was being observed from behind, I stopped and sensuously wiggled my ass at them. This drew giggles from the girls and we all entered the living room happy.
We all pigged out on the snacks I prepared. Off course during the course of the meal I was sent back to either the kitchen or the bar to fetch something or another. I guess the guys weren’t still tired of watching me walk back and forth naked.
After we were through eating we three girls were sent back to the kitchen to do the dishes. Again, it was me who did all the washing, since the other girls didn’t want to get their clothes wet. They did though offer to wipe the dishes dry and stood beside me in front of the kitchen sink, while doing so. In no time at all we were done with the dishes and rejoined the men.
Meanwhile, while we were in the kitchen the phone suddenly rang with an important call for Peter from the head office. After taking the call, Peter immediately discussed the matter with the other guys, which was how we found them upon returning from the kitchen. Seeing as the guys were discussing something important us girls removed ourselves to the bar area where we started chatting up on our own, waiting for the guys to finnish.
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As it turned out, our supposed half hour break extended by about an hour and a half. Most of which time I had to spend standing stark naked and trying to carry on a normal conversation with my two well dressed friends while comfortably seated in barstools. Gawd, talk about being made to feel like a second class citizen, and in my own home even.
Eventually the guys were able to come up with a solution for what they were discussing. However, instead of immediately resuming the game, this had to wait till after Peter made a report to the office. This allowed Martin and Robert to join our little tete-a-tete by the bar, with me once more the only one naked with the two fully dressed couples.
Once Peter finally ended his call, I quickly motioned for the others to return so as to continue with the game. To be honest, I was looking forward to see who would join me in my naked state.
However . . .
Call it kismet, or what, but we were never got to resume the game. Immediately upon sitting down in the sofa, Nicole let out a deep yawn and said she was sleepy. This made Peter glance at his watch and see that it was already the wee hours of the morning. Like the ever gracious host, Peter suggested then to just end the game now, as it was already very late. All the others but one agreed with him. Me. I did not like the idea of being the only one having to strip stark naked. I wanted at least someone else to join me. Unfortunately for me, no one else took on my side and so the game ended with me the only one stripped nude while the others hardly lost anything at all.
With that over, I tried looking for my dress and shoes but they were no where around. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen Peter gathered up my dress and shoes and placed them in the bathroom hamper and shoe rack, respectivly, thinking that since I was the first one nude, I would have no further need for them that night. (Remember the stipulation for the first one nude having to party on naked.)
As I resigned myself to my continued nudity, we all said our tearful goodbyes. For the moment, I had forgotten my singular state of nudity as I tightly hugged each and every one of our friends in fair well. I even had tears streaming down my face and was openly sobbing as I bade each and every one of them adieu with a kiss. Let me tell you, there was not a dry eye in the house that night.
Both Peter and I stood side by side at the doorway to our house as we saw our friends out. Seeing it was in the early morning, I didn’t think anybody would catch me standing naked by the door waving our friends off.
It was only after our friends had left that I realized that my jewelry was still with the girls. And, my thong as well for that matter. Except for my wedding band, I was prepared to let the girls have the rest as a keep sake. I was able to get everything back from the girls the next day. That is, except for the thong which Gina swore to me she had left behind in the hamper after using the bathroom last. I don’t believe her. She had the look of the cat that had just eaten the mouse when she told me that tale. Anyway let her keep it if she wants it. ( An off shot of Gina’s purloining my thong was that I never did get to wear any underwear whenever I wore that white dress again. Somehow, I felt most comfortable going commando in that white dress even if it was quite short. I guess I just loved the naughty feeling of knowing I was completely nude under that dress, in the company of others.
As a postscript, you will be happy to know that immediately after closing the door, Peter all but ravished me and we made passionate love on the sofa I had just spent most of the time naked. I guess he really found having his wife spend and evening totally nude with his friends quite a turn on. I probably shouldn’t divulge any of the details here as it would be off topic and I could get into trouble with our hard working co-moderator (Love you RJ).
Hi groupies,
I was just about to post another Carol and Linda series with strip poker as the theme when I recalled a personal experience on this.
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.
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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.
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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.
When I got to the kitchen I decided to serve some chips, sliced vegetables with dip. As I was slicing the turnips into stalks, I was finally joined by Gina and Nicole, all freshened up and ready to help out. When I turned my eyes towards them to give instructions, I noticed that not only where they fully clad in their long sleeved shirts, vests, tight pants, boots and various jewelry of mine ( Gina still had my thong wound up along her wrist), they had both raided my closet and were each wearing one of my cardigans.
Before I could say anything, Nicole said that they were feeling a bit cold and thought I wouldn’t mind them borrowing my clothes. Imagine, I was the one here standing nude and they were the ones feeling cold despite their clothing. Although we had the air conditioner on, I truthfully didn’t feel the cold at all. Considering my present flushed condition my body must be generating enough body heat to keep me warm.
Just as I was about to say something, both Gina and Nicole pleaded with me to keep the Cardigans and promised to take them off as soon as the game resumed. Well they both did look so good in them that I even offered to give the cardigans to them as a farewell gift. This caused another round of group hugging to break out among us, which did not help to ease my state of embarrassment at all. I did insist for them to take the cardigans off as soon as the games resumed, which they promised me to do.
As we went about busily preparing the snack, with me doing most of the work slicing up the vegetables and preparing the dip while standing in front of the kitchen counter while the two girls watched me while comfortably seated at the kitchen table, we must have presented a tableau of domesticity; except for the fact of my singular nudity.
When we were done, we loaded everything in a tray, which I carried to the living room by myself. The two girls leisurely walked behind me no doubt enjoying the view of my fully exposed ass. Noticing that I was being observed from behind, I stopped and sensuously wiggled my ass at them. This drew giggles from the girls and we all entered the living room happy.
We all pigged out on the snacks I prepared. Off course during the course of the meal I was sent back to either the kitchen or the bar to fetch something or another. I guess the guys weren’t still tired of watching me walk back and forth naked.
After we were through eating we three girls were sent back to the kitchen to do the dishes. Again, it was me who did all the washing, since the other girls didn’t want to get their clothes wet. They did though offer to wipe the dishes dry and stood beside me in front of the kitchen sink, while doing so. In no time at all we were done with the dishes and rejoined the men.
Meanwhile, while we were in the kitchen the phone suddenly rang with an important call for Peter from the head office. After taking the call, Peter immediately discussed the matter with the other guys, which was how we found them upon returning from the kitchen. Seeing as the guys were discussing something important us girls removed ourselves to the bar area where we started chatting up on our own, waiting for the guys to finnish.
As it turned out, our supposed half hour break extended by about an hour and a half. Most of which time I had to spend standing stark naked and trying to carry on a normal conversation with my two well dressed friends while comfortably seated in barstools. Gawd, talk about being made to feel like a second class citizen, and in my own home even.
Eventually the guys were able to come up with a solution for what they were discussing. However, instead of immediately resuming the game, this had to wait till after Peter made a report to the office. This allowed Martin and Robert to join our little tete-a-tete by the bar, with me once more the only one naked with the two fully dressed couples.
Once Peter finally ended his call, I quickly motioned for the others to return so as to continue with the game. To be honest, I was looking forward to see who would join me in my naked state.
However . . .
Call it kismet, or what, but we were never got to resume the game. Immediately upon sitting down in the sofa, Nicole let out a deep yawn and said she was sleepy. This made Peter glance at his watch and see that it was already the wee hours of the morning. Like the ever gracious host, Peter suggested then to just end the game now, as it was already very late. All the others but one agreed with him. Me. I did not like the idea of being the only one having to strip stark naked. I wanted at least someone else to join me. Unfortunately for me, no one else took on my side and so the game ended with me the only one stripped nude while the others hardly lost anything at all.
With that over, I tried looking for my dress and shoes but they were no where around. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen Peter gathered up my dress and shoes and placed them in the bathroom hamper and shoe rack, respectivly, thinking that since I was the first one nude, I would have no further need for them that night. (Remember the stipulation for the first one nude having to party on naked.)
As I resigned myself to my continued nudity, we all said our tearful goodbyes. For the moment, I had forgotten my singular state of nudity as I tightly hugged each and every one of our friends in fair well. I even had tears streaming down my face and was openly sobbing as I bade each and every one of them adieu with a kiss. Let me tell you, there was not a dry eye in the house that night.
Both Peter and I stood side by side at the doorway to our house as we saw our friends out. Seeing it was in the early morning, I didn’t think anybody would catch me standing naked by the door waving our friends off.
It was only after our friends had left that I realized that my jewelry was still with the girls. And, my thong as well for that matter. Except for my wedding band, I was prepared to let the girls have the rest as a keep sake. I was able to get everything back from the girls the next day. That is, except for the thong which Gina swore to me she had left behind in the hamper after using the bathroom last. I don’t believe her. She had the look of the cat that had just eaten the mouse when she told me that tale. Anyway let her keep it if she wants it. ( An off shoot of Gina’s purloining my thong was that I never wear underwear whenever I wear that white dress again. Somehow, I feel most comfortable going commando in that white dress, even if it was quite short. I guess I just loved the naughty feeling of knowing I was completely nude under that dress, in the company of others.
As a postscript, you will be happy to know that immediately after closing the door, Peter all but ravished me and we made passionate love on the sofa I had just spent most of the time naked. I guess he really found having his wife spend and evening totally nude with his friends quite a turn on. I probably shouldn’t divulge any of the details here since my husband is such a private person.
The End
The Parting Glass
I sat in the kitchen, by myself, just as I did every night since my wife had gone. In front of me sat a bottle of Cooley’s Irish whiskey, almost empty. I didn’t mind finishing a good bottle, since it was the only company I had anymore. I sloshed some around in my glass a little. Staring into the brown liquid, I could hear the old ghosts coming. They joined me for a drink every night, crowding themselves into my tiny kitchen and at the small table. I always left a chair free for whoever wanted a seat. Tonight, it was Davey.
“Evenin, Davey,” I said raising my glass to him, He raised his in return. I couldn’t tell what he was drinking, but Davey had always been a friend of mine, so whatever it was, I’m sure it was good. “Davey, you and I have been friends for a long time,” I said. He nodded. “Between you and me, we must have spent almost all of our money down at the pub, eh? Between round of darts and round of drinks, we lost almost everything, huh?” Davey laughed quietly and took another sip.
“You remember that time down at the mill,” I asked him with a laugh. “You and me had had a couple before work and I end up gettin’ me hand caught in the wheel? Oh, Lord! Hurt like Hell when it happened, but come on! That was funny! If I hadn’t been so bashed on that whiskey, I probably woulda screamed a lot more! Ha ha ha!” I pounded my hand on the table, barely catching the bottle before it fell over. “At least no one else got hurt, eh?” Davey laughed and hooked a thumb into the other room. I nodded and raised my glass again, watching as he left to mingle with the other ghosts. “Well, I should get these old bones to bed. Work to do in the morning.”
I looked around and all the ghosts were telling me to stay, have another drink. The bottle was almost empty. It wouldn’t be right to leave an almost empty bottle just sitting. After a moment of thought, I agreed and filled my glass about halfway up. I looked up from my glass and there sat Mary, one of my childhood sweethearts. She looked just like she did those forty years ago. All curls and dimples. Such a shame she died young. Child birth. The baby didn’t make it either.
“Ah, Mary,” I said softly. “Tis always good to see you, lass. I sometimes think of what coulda been, had we stayed together all those years ago. Maybe we woulda had a pack of beautiful babies, and I’d be sittin’ here now, bouncin’ my baby granddaughter on my knee, instead of drinkin’ myself to sleep.” Mary gave me a smile and shrug.
I laughed. “Ah, I know. You never can tell what the future will bring or what the past would have brought. But Mary, I never have forgotten ya. I will always raise a glass to ya, as well.” I did just that. Mary smiled and raised hers back, taking a swallow and reaching out to touch my hand. Hers was cold, just like it always was when a ghost touched me, but Mary’s still had a kind of warmth inside that cold. With that, she got up and wandered off to mingle.
I drained the last of the whiskey in my glass and started to stand, wobbling just a little before catching myself on the back of my chair. I laughed and I could see some of the ghosts laughing with me. As I stood there, Old Jerry Bones sidled up to me with that gap-toothed grin of his, glass in hand.
“Jerry, my friend,” I said, putting my arm around his ghostly shoulder. “There’s something I have got to tell you,” I said, pointing a finger on my glass carrying hand, using the other to steady myself. “There’s this girl in the village. Her name’s Meave. Sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. Almost as pretty as Mary over there.” Jerry raised his eyebrows.
“Honest! Her face is round and her cheeks are touched with pink, just on the points of her cheekbones.” I demonstrated the spot on Jerry’s face. He laughed. “And her lips! Oh, her lips, Jerry! They seem to be the most perfect lips in all the world.” Jerry puckered up, but I ignored him.
Looking down into my glass, I sighed. “I just wish that I was, well, not the man I am, I guess. If I had money and didn’t have to work, I’d go to her and convince her to let me take care of her. Her parents would approve, I’m sure.” Jerry shrugged and took a drink. I decided that was a good idea. I refilled my glass with the last of the bottle. I held it up, getting everyone’s attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Dear friends. As always, it has been a wonderful evening. But, my bottle is now empty, so I fear it’s time for me to go to bed.” I looked around the room. My friends were raising their ghostly glasses to me. The ladies that I had known in my time were trying to convince me to stay longer, though none were trying that hard. They knew it was time. I raised my glass.
“But since it falls unto my lot, that I should go and you should not. So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be to you all!”
We all sang along. It warmed my heart to have so many friends and loved ones around to keep me company on cold nights such as this one. I opened the door for them to go, shaking ghostly hands or kissing ghostly cheeks as they went. Little did I know that I would be joining them soon. You see, I had had a lot to drink and the stairs to my bed, well they’re steep…
The End
She’s with Him
If I told you what I’m doing, you would never believe me. Well I’m not sure that I believe what I’m doing. Hell, I’m going to tell you anyway. My wife Margie is five floors above me, in a hotel room: with her lover. Well it’s her first lover. Yes, I helped set things up for tonight. My wife Margie agreed to try this but wanted to be alone with him and that was almost a deal breaker. I really wanted to watch!
Now that I have your attention let me tell you my story. Margie has been my best friend for the past twenty years; she’s given me two beautiful children and an amazing life. Let me speak for the both of us, were best friends. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t give her or do for her. So when she finally agreed to take a lover, I agreed to her rules. That is why she’s up stairs with him.
Its not that I don’t want to be there, it’s just that Margie said that the first time she had to be alone. That she would be more comfortable being alone with him. How could I not give my wife what she wanted?
We have professional jobs and I work for a very conservative company. Margie grew up in a religious family and it’s taken me years to break though and open her up to sexy bedroom games. Margie has a body that was made for sex. She’s 5'6" and 120 pounds, blessed with amazing 36c breast and thick long brown hair. She like to dress sexy but in a classy way. I’m praying that some day I’ll get her to go topless on a beach down in the BVI.
Margie was with one or two men before we met. She was very conservative in bed when we started to date. In fact it took me six months to bed her. Well, that was a long time ago. Over the years we started to explore things first with sexy lingerie and then toys. One night last year while watching a movie on “Skin-a-max” she shared a fantasy of hers, and I shared my fantasy. She was shocked to learn that I wanted to watch her with another man!
At first Margie was in shock, how could I share her? How could I want to watch her with another man? We had some hot sex that night even though she was upset with me. Over time she asked more questions and night after two or three Margarita’s told me that she likes it when men approach her. And that the other day, a man called her a milf! I had to tell her what a milf was and she was on fire that night in bed. She told me that it’s so nice to feel attractive and wanted. It’s a major ego boost to know that you’re desired she told me.
Yes, I am very nervous but this is what she wanted. How could I not allow her freedom to explore her sexuality? Oh how I would love to be up there, to watch her with him, but that will have to wait for now.
I think Margie is afraid of how I would react watching her. Oh that with me there she will be unable to relax and enjoy him. I don’t think any jealousy would enter my mind, even if this guy was hung.
About forty minutes later he came down. He shook my hand and thanked me, told me that my wife had requested that I join her in room 714. He told me that when Margie introduced me as her husband he became very nervous. He then thanked me again for sharing my wife with him. Then I walked to the elevator and went to my wife.
Here is our story for that night.
I had to fly up to New York to meet with a client. Margie wanted to come with me since she’s never been to New York. The meeting was going to take less than an hour, I had the deal just about closed, but needed a signature. My boss really wanted to land this client and pushed me to fly up to meet with the prospect. He even agreed to pay for Margie to come with me.
Margie was very excited when I told her that the trip would cost us nothing. I even told her to go out and get a new sexy black dress and shoes as I wanted to do the town up. Margie winked at me. She knew exactly what I was thinking. I’ve had this fantasy of Margie walk into a bar and watching all the men turn and look at her, and then to watch the men try to get Margie to dance, and eventually take one to our hotel room. She has always enjoyed this little fantasy but said that she couldn’t take a lover. Let alone have a lover in our small town. She’s always been conservative but this past year she has been letting her hair down when we’ve been out of town.
So talk about being excited as I hoped that this would be the trip of a lifetime! To watch men ask Margie to dance and where she finds one man sexy and allows him to take her to bed.
I’ll skip all the build but let’s just say we had some very hot nights talking about New York. Margie even started to talk dirty to me, telling me how she can’t wait to walk into the bar, to see me there as she takes a seat, and to have all these studs come up to her asking her to dance. Anyway, Margie had a lot of fun shopping but she wouldn’t show me and told me that I would just have to wait.
Needless to say that I was very impatient waiting for this trip.
On the flight up to New York, Margie was all giggly and very excited. Loved how happy she was and knew that this was going to be a magical trip. The light was great, trip to the hotel was easy, and Margie went to get a massage while I had to visit with my prospect. The meeting took a little longer than I had planned but I still walked out with a new client and an order!
Margie was waiting for me in our hotel room, she was reading some story. I told her the good news and she wanted to go out and celebrate! She grabbed a box and went into the bathroom, before she closed the door she told me to go down to the bar and wait for her.
Course I did what she asked went down to the bar and ordered myself a drink. Guess that I needed one to calm my nerves as I had no clue what tonight would bring. Was I ready for something to happen? Could Margie actually free herself?
About thirty minutes later Margie came down wearing this very sexy, very low cut dress. Her cleavage was proudly on display, and I’ve never seen Margie in a skirt that short before. She was wearing sheer black hose and hot CFM boots. Instantly my cock awoke and I had to shift in my seat.
Margie looked at me and smiled. I mouthed the words to her, “Love you.” She smiled and kept on walking up to the bar! She struggled a little to sit in the bar stool; tried not to show too much, but watching her I knew that she was wearing stockings. That was new for her! She’s never worn stockings out.
I sent her a text, “You look so hot! Your one sexy woman and I can’t wait to have you in my bed.”
It didn’t take long for a guy to approach her. I watched my wife intently Margie didn’t find him attractive and shooed him away. Ten seconds later another man came up to her, and I knew she was interested. She smiled as he sat down next to her. The guy quickly ordered drinks for them. I watched as my wife started to flirt with him. He just ate her up and made no qualms looking down her dress. Margie didn’t help my situation as she would lean forward giving him a free view of her breasts.
While watching Margie I ordered a drink. I needed something to calm my nerves. Part of me was so proud of her, part of me was jealous as that was my wife, and part of me was so excited seeing her having fun. On double shot would help calm my nerves.
I’ve never seen my wife act that way before, part of me loved it, but part of me was jealous. Sure, it’s nice that other men want her and tonight she will be in my bed. Guess I’m kind of selfish. Margie flirted with him and I could tell that she was enjoying his attention.
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