Deal Me In! Pt. 01

"Well, I don't know if Sue would be into watching it, but I thought it was hot as shit." I continued."

"Be careful, man," Jamar chimed in. "That's the kind of shit that can get you divorced."

Everyone laughed.

"Your wife walks in, pants around your ankles, dick in hand, with that on the screen. You aren't going to think it's so funny then!" Jamar crowed while everyone continued to hoot and holler.

"Yeah, you have a point there," I agreed as we returned to the game.

We played for another hour or so, letting the conversation rotate around various sports, local issues, and typical guy sex talk. I thought it best not to mention anything else that might reveal my future intentions. Things were breaking up at the night's end, and I hung around, so I was the last to leave.

Beth, Jeff's wife, had come down from upstairs to join us. Beth was a hot, tall brunette with a shapely ass with large breasts just trying to bust out of whatever she wore. I had thought about her more than a few times while jacking off. She'd always come off as a bit wild, and I couldn't help but wonder what she'd be like in bed.

"Alright, Jeff, Beth, I'm going to get out of here. Can I ask you something really quick, Jeff?" I said casually.

"Sure, what's up, bud," Jeff replied.

"I have someone that wants to sit in on one of our poker games. So, I thought next time at my house would be a perfect time." I said carefully. "Would you mind sitting out a week? You are married and always have things going on, so I figured I'd ask you first. But if not, that's cool. I can always ask someone else."

"Yeah, not a problem. We were thinking of going to dinner one weekend this month, right babe, so that'd be good," Jeff agreed.

"Yes, that would work out just fine, honey," Beth replied.

"One thing, though," he said, looking at me. "Just let me know if he's any good. We can work him into our regular rotation. Nothing in the rules says you can't play six. The more, the merrier."

My wife's rules say I can't work you into our rotation, though, I thought.

"Will do, and thanks," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. "I sure appreciate it. Good night!"

"Drive safe," Beth said as I headed out the door waving.

I felt terrible about the whole thing, in a way. I really liked Jeff; we'd been friends for years. I really wanted him to be in on everything. However, the situation with him being married and Sue and Beth being friends made it too iffy. I really needed this to happen it. I had to make sure he didn't find out if anything occurred. One thing at a time, I told myself. I had a poker game to set up. The path was clear, it seemed, full speed ahead.

I arrived home to find Sue in the living room, sitting on the couch, watching TV. I walked across the room and sat down.

"So, babe, I have some news on the poker front."

She sat up, turned to face me, and smiled.

"Yes........ continue," she said, with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Jeff will not join us for this next game, my dear," I said jubilantly.

"How did you manage that?"

"I told him we knew someone else that wanted to sit in and asked if he would mind sitting out the next one," I explained. "Jeff said it was no problem. He and Beth would use that weekend to go out to dinner."

"That's not a lie, but there is one thing. How do we see to it no one will talk about this?"

"We just make them promise," I replied. "This is new to both of us, so maybe we just need to run over all the possibilities of what a night like this might hold, how we want it to go, and what we will and won't be willing to do."

"OK, let me pour each of us a glass of wine, and let's get down to business, shall we?"

With that, we retreated to the comfort of our bedroom, where we sat for several hours discussing scenarios, flirting, touching, caressing, and finally fucking in celebration once we had a framework for the evening.

Sue smiled at me as we lay in bed, contenting with our handiwork. I smiled back, reached out, and touched my palm to the side of her face, brushing her hair aside and using my thumb to stroke her cheek.

"Baby, are you ready for this?"

"I am more and more each day. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it," she confessed.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too. "Are you ready to watch me get fucked?" Sue shot back. "I mean fucked like I've never been fucked before?"

"I can hardly wait," I assured her, wrapping my arms around her, and we fell asleep. We had two weeks to go, and I was sure it would feel like an eternity.

Not much else happened in the next two weeks. We joked about it, talked about it, and finally, the day arrived. We did light shopping, bought beer, liquor, and snacks, and spent the rest of the afternoon preparing the house. We discussed the points of our plan again. Sue tried on different clothes so we could pick an outfit that worked as we needed. We decided on a white sleeveless shirt that buttoned up but was to remain untucked. Next, a pair of faded denim shorts, not too short, but just enough to be classy and show off her ass without making our plans obvious. Underneath, a white lace bra, which pushed her tits up for maximum cleavage effect, and the matching G-string. Our work done, we poured ourselves a drink and sat down.

"They should be here in about an hour. Is there anything we are forgetting?"

"I don't think so, we seem to have everything we need, and what we don't have, our guests are bringing," my wife said, grinning ear to ear and breaking into a laugh.

"Remember what we talked about. If you aren't feeling it, we can play cards all night, and they will be none the wiser. If things start and you want to stop, just say the word."

"I'm good, baby," she said with a smile.

Time passed slowly, and eight o'clock neared. Then the doorbell sounded. I walked over to open it, and Sue went upstairs. When I opened the door, there stood Logan and Troy.

Logan was thirty-three years old, about my height, had a slight build, and had sandy blond hair. He always dressed beachy, and today was no exception; he wore bright multi-colored shorts, sandals, and a tank top and was carrying a beer cooler.

Troy was twenty-nine, about 5' 10", with black hair, medium build with a little more muscle than either Troy or me, and dressed in jeans and a button-down white shirt.

I invited them in, and we went downstairs to the basement, where the poker table was set up.

Our basement was a well-thought-out recreation area. There was a bar, pool table, several recliners, a couch, a coffee table, and pair of end tables. There was a 75" flatscreen on one wall, and the floor was covered in gray carpet. Various sports team paraphernalia adorned the walls of our favorite sports teams. It was an ideal entertainment space where we hosted company for football games, poker, or parties if we weren't out by the pool.

Just then, I heard the doorbell again.

"Be right back, guys," as I headed toward the stairs. "That's probably Jamar,"

I climbed the stairs, walked over to the front door, and opened it, and there was Jamar.

Jamar was thirty-one years old, about six feet tall, 220 lbs., had a closely shaved head with an earring in his left ear, and was very athletic. He wore a red button-down shirt, jeans, and a pair of Nike slides with socks.

"Hi! Everyone is downstairs." I said, motioning toward the doorway to the basement. "Come on down," I continued in my best Bob Barker voice.

As we descended into the basement, beers had been cracked open, and the usual small talk was happening about this and that.

"Does anyone need a beer or anything?" I asked, looking in Jamar's direction.

"Sure," he replied.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge behind the bar and returned to the rest of the guys, handing Jamar his brew.

"So, Jeff told me he wouldn't be coming this week," Troy began. "He mentioned you had someone else that wanted to sit in, but I only see us four."

"Let me check on that," pulling out my phone and texting.

The text was, of course, to Sue to let her know it was time for her to make her entrance. She responded quickly with a "Be right there."

"She will be down in a second," I announced.

"She?" Logan inquired as Troy and Jamar also turned toward me, waiting for my response.

"Our fifth is Sue," I stated. "She has always wanted to play, so I thought this would be a good time, with us hosting. That's OK, isn't it?"

"I mean, sure," Troy said, shrugging his shoulders, "but is she a poker player?"

"I guess we are going to find out," Jamar said, chuckling.

Just then, the basement door opened, and Sue descended the stairs. She looked good, but not overly so, just like we had agreed.

"Hi, guys! Are we ready to play?"

A mixed bag of "Yes," "Yeah," and "Sure" came from the three guests.

Sue paused, put on her best game face, tilted her head to the side, and slowly looked the guys up and down.

"Well, you guys seem a bit apprehensive. But I'm sure once I've taken your money, that'll change."

"The lady talks a big game," Troy said with a grin. "Let's see if she can back it up."

Everyone took their seats. I was in the first position. Troy was to my right, followed by Logan, Sue, and finally, Jamar, next to me. We divided the chips and put our $100 in the cigar box we used to hold the buy-ins. Chip denominations were $1, $5, and $10. I began to shuffle the deck.

"Let's start with a little 7-card stud," as I dealt the cards out.

We shifted from game to game, dealer to dealer, over the next 45 minutes or so. Chips changed hands, beers were downed, and when all was said and done, Sue had held her own. She was up about $20, and I was down approximately $50. That's when the shit-talking really started.

"Taylor, you know if you go broke, you can always hit up your old lady for some chips," Jamar joked.

"I'm good, Jamar. It's all going to the same bank account. You look like you are a little down yourself."

"Yeah, but it'll come back around," he replied confidently. "The night is young."

We played for about another 20 minutes, and Jamar's fortunes had changed. The count was Troy at $160, Jamar at $140, Sue at $90, Logan at $60, and me dead last at $30. I decided we needed to take a break and stretch our legs. We all got up and got beers and snacks. It was an excellent time to take my wife aside.

"Baby, you're doing great, but that's a problem as far as our plan goes."

"So, you are saying I need to lose more?" she protested. "That sucks since I'm doing so well."

"There is no doubt you can hold your own with these guys," I assured her, "but that's not what tonight is about unless you want to change your mind."

"I'm just fucking with you, babe; I'll drop those chips like my Kryptonite."

We all sat back down and dealt the next hand. Sue stayed in till the end but lost to Jamar, who had three Kings to her two pairs. So, the count was roughly Troy at $160, Jamar at $170, Sue at $60, Logan at $60, and me dead last at $30.00. I won the next hand, a decent pot, putting me back at about $60. We played for another twenty-five minutes, and finally, Sue went bust to three deuces while holding a pair of kings.

"My bluff didn't work; you got me," she lamented to Troy, who held the winning hand. "I'm out of chips." she continued, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Whoa there, girl," I exclaimed. "I have a measly $60 or so bucks in chips, and we are out of cash. So you'll have to go to one of the bigger banks," I said, waving my finger at the other guys.

"I have an idea," Sue said with a grin. "I'll auction my shirt off for chips. What do you say, guys? What is this shirt worth?"

She looked up and around the table. She had expected a bit more of a bidding war for her shirt.

"Wow, nothing?" she fretted.

Nervous looks from the guys in my general direction told me they were waiting to see what I said.

"What are you looking at me for." I laughed. "My wife is a grown-ass woman; if she wants to sell her shirt, let the bidding begin.

"I'll give you 10 bucks for it," Troy declared out of nowhere.

"I'll give you $20," Jamar followed.

"Logan and I are in no position to bid, Troy?

"All yours, Jamar," Troy sighed.

Jamar counted out $20 in chips and slid them over to Sue.

Sue casually unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her white lace bra and ample cleavage.

"Here you go, Jamar, but it won't fit you," she joked.

She held the shirt out over Jamar, sitting beside her, and dropped it in his lap. Again, the room went silent.

"Alright, my deal, right?" I said quickly, breaking the awkward silence.

We played on, and a few hands later, my wife busted out again.

"I need more chips, So I guess my shorts are next to go?" in a more seductive tone this time. "I'd better start winning fast. What's the bid for my shorts?"

"I'll give you $20, Sue," Troy said quickly, looking at Jamar to see if any bid was forthcoming. I sensed an understanding between them as they stared at each other. The clothes coming off were more critical than outbidding each other.

"No other bids? Sold then to the man with all the chips for a twenty."

Troy scrapped together the twenty chips and tossed them across the table to where my Sue was sitting.

She stood up, unbuttoned her shorts, and did a little ass wiggling, allowing the shorts to fall to the floor. Next, she bent over, giving everyone a good look at those tits they tried to escape the bra that held them. Then, standing up with shorts in hand, flung them over to Troy.

Lingering in the standing position for a moment, she knowingly commanded the gaze of everyone in the room. Then, finally, she sat down, her eyes moving from Troy to Jamar and then to Logan.

"You guys look like you've never seen a girl in a bra and panties before," she said with a smile. "Deal."

A few more hands were played, and Sue won one, probably to keep up appearances. But, in the end, she lost a big hand and was chip-less again. I could feel the anticipation in the air. The next big move in our plan was about to be made.

"I'm broke again," Sue announced. "I don't want to sell anything for more chips, at least not at these prices, so I'm going to call it a night."

Logan was the first to speak up.

"What price are you looking for?"

"I sold a shirt and shorts for $20 each, but the bra and panties will certainly cost a lot more than any of you have in front of you."

She stood up and stepped in the direction of the stairs, and everyone's eyes were locked on her beautiful ass, which was in full view thanks to the G-string she was wearing.

"Besides, I seem to be the only one losing my clothes," looking over her shoulder to gauge the attention she was garnering. "It's almost like me vs. you four, and that's hardly fair."

They all seemed too timid to say anything, so I decided to help before she left the room, and our plan was blown.

"Alright, Alright. I have an idea to make this fair for everyone. First, I will cash out everyone where things stand. Then, we will start over, but not with chips."

"No chips? What are we playing for, then," Troy said with a smile.

"Clothing. Everyone gets four pieces of clothing. We play 5 card draw, no ante, no raising, but the winner of each hand gets to have one of the losers remove an article of clothing. The person is the winner's choice, and the piece of clothing is the loser's choice."

"OK, but what happens when someone runs out of clothing?" Logan inquired.

"Once a person is out of clothing........" I paused as if thinking. "If they lose, the winner can ask them a question, which they must truthfully answer, or dare them to do something."

"Baby, are you OK with that?" I said, knowing already the answer.

"I just have one rule to add," Sue added. "You cannot pick the same person twice in a row. I'm the only female, and I'd be naked in four hands if I didn't win because you'd gang up on me."

I couldn't help but think that ganging her was why we were doing this, but I hid my amusement and continued.

"Logan, Troy, Jamar.....are we good?" I asked.

Jamar was the first to answer.

"Sure, why not? But I already have a piece of her clothing."

"We are starting fresh, so you'll have to return that," I explained. "We all need four pieces. We will get you $20 for it later, cool?"

Troy had been silent up to this point but now sat up straight and looked over at Sue.

"I like these shorts; they were a bargain for $20," he said deadpan. "If I want to go home with my winnings, is that OK?"

I was confused, and I think so was everyone else. Then, suddenly, with all eyes on Troy, he burst out laughing.

"I'm just kidding. I wouldn't miss this shit for anything!"

Everyone laughed along with him.

"OK, one last thing." I started in a serious tone. "What happens in this game stays between us, agreed?

After a "Yes" from each guy, I glanced at Sue, who hadn't said anything.

"Babe, do you agree?"

She looked around for a minute, from one of us to another, and finally back to me.

"I'm in," nodding her head. "I need my clothes back first."

"Giving you back this shirt might be the toughest thing I do tonight," Jamar kidded.

"I doubt that," Sue replied.

After a couple of oohs and ahh's at my wife's last remark, her shorts and shirt now returned, we were ready to deal.

The first few hands went by quickly. First, Jamar and Troy lost both socks, and my better half lost her shirt. Then, I won and took Logan's sandals since he didn't have socks. He needed them to have 4 pieces like everyone else and keep things even.

Four more hands went by, with Sue winning two of them. Of those four, I lost my socks, Jamar lost his shirt, as did Troy, and Sue lost her shorts again. Then my wife put together an impressive winning streak, four hands in a row, resulting in Jamar and Troy down to only underwear, Logan and I with underwear and pants. I couldn't help but look at the size of the bulges in Jamar and Troy's underwear. They both seemed at least semi-hard because, from what I could tell, Sue was in for one hell of a night if they were limp. Logan looked smaller, maybe less erect, but still impressive.

Hands were going fast, and clothing was disappearing at an alarming pace. Nevertheless, we were headed precisely where we were supposed to. The plan was working perfectly, and if there were any last-minute reservations, now was the time, so I called a quick break.

"I'm going to take a piss and get a shot," I announced. "Does anyone else want one?"

After confirming everyone was in, I went to the bathroom. When I returned, I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured five shot glasses full. Then, I returned and passed the shots out.

"Here's to poker with friends," I said, hoisting my glass and clinking it with the others.

The shots were out of the way, and I proposed that we all move to the couch and recliners and play around the coffee table.

"What good is getting someone naked if the poker table hides everything."

Then, all in agreement, we pulled a pair of recliners closer to the rectangular wooden coffee table, with the couch across from them, so that the coffee table was long sides to the sofa and recliners, short sides on the ends.

While we were moving, I got Sue's attention and mouthed her, "you good," and she gave me a thumbs up. So, finally, we were headed into the home stretch.

Jamar and Troy sat on the couch with Sue in between them. I must admit that seeing her in just panties and a bra next to two men in only underwear was getting me horny as hell. I couldn't imagine what the rest of the night would be like. Logan and I sat in two recliners, and play resumed.

Jamar won the next hand. Everyone knew what this meant. Sue was about to lose her bra or panties, her choice.

"Sue," he said as he eyed her carefully. "Bra or panties?"