Deal Me In! Pt. 02

"Good, maybe after we go out and eat. What do you say we come back here and play a few hands, see if Sue is as good as I hear she is," Jeff suggested. "We could get Beth a little more experience too."

Just then, Sue and Beth came down the stairs.

"There they are," I said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Beth had on a pair of jeans also and a white blouse. Seeing them side by side, it was apparent Beth's tits were bigger than my wife's, and the shirt struggled to hold them at bay.

"Alright, are we ready to go?" Jeff said.

"Sure," I answered, and we were off.

We ate our dinner, talked about this and that, current events, and eventually, poker came up again. Beth seemed interested in playing, so we all agreed to play for a little when we returned. We all had several drinks, but not so much that anyone was drunk. Finally, we paid the bill and left.

Once we arrived at the house, Jeff poured us all a drink.

"Let's go downstairs and play a little, shall we?" Jeff announced, and with that, we all headed to the basement.

While functional and comfortable, Jeff's basement was smaller than ours. He had a poker table in one corner, a mini fridge, a few easy chairs, a couch, and an end table, all positioned around a flat screen on the wall. It didn't have a bar or pool table but held many a fun poker night for our group.

"Alright, let's see what you got," Jeff said as he shuffled and then dealt out the cards. "We'll start with a five-card draw since everyone knows that, and maybe switch it up once everyone is comfortable."

He explained the rules to Beth, who was familiar with the game, but wanted a refresher, she claimed, just to be sure. So then, we all glanced at our cards, discarded and received new cards.

Jeff won the first hand with two pairs. After that, we dealt with several more hands as we sipped our drinks.

"OK, whose deal is it," Sue asked. "This is fun!"

I could tell she was feeling good but not drunk at this point. I couldn't help but wonder if this was all coincidence, or did Jeff know something he hadn't let onto?

"We need to make this interesting. So let's play for something," Beth chimed in.

Sue and I both looked at each other. This was beginning to sound familiar.

"Like what, baby," Jeff asked.

"Have you guys ever played strip poker," Beth quipped.

OK, they had to know, I told myself, but I wasn't going to ask. If this ended in me seeing those big tits of hers, I wasn't going to ruin that. So I looked at my wife, who gave me a knowing glance back; maybe we didn't know Jeff and Beth as well as we thought.

"Yes, but it's been a while," Sue replied, " But I'm up for it if everyone else is."

Yeah, like six days, but who is counting? I chuckled to myself.

I looked at Jeff, and he at me. There was a brief moment of silence.

"Alright then, let's play," I said, "if you're cool with it, Jeff."

"Whatever my wife wants, I'm in," he replied.

"OK, I'd like to make the house rules, this being our house and all," Jeff proposed. "Any objections?"

Jeff glanced around the room, and with no objections, he moved forward.

"First, everyone has the same amount of clothes. Let's go with four pieces."

The girls were set, as they wore bras, panties, shirts, and jeans, and off came their socks and shoes. Jeff and I were similarly dressed, but jeans, shirts, and underwear only made three, so we left our socks on, which we counted as a single article of clothing.

"So, if you have the worst hand, you lose a piece of clothing, losers' choice," Jeff continued. "If you have the best hand, you must take a shot. We'll do quarter-shots since only four of us are, or we'd be smashed in thirty minutes. When you are out of clothing, if you lose, you will be asked a question by the winner, which you must answer truthfully. The person with the last piece of clothing left is the winner. If anyone wants to quit, you can at any time. Does that work for everyone?"

We all nodded, and the rules were set.

There wasn't a dare component, like at our house, so maybe this was just an innocent game of strip poker, and no sex would even occur. But, on the other hand, I still wondered if Troy had told them anything. Either way, I was into it, and judging from the smile on my wife's face, so was she.

We shuffled up and dealt. The game moved quickly since it was just five-card draw and only four players. We played seven hands in ten minutes, and I was down to jeans and underwear. Both girls were in bras and panties, and Jeff had just lost his socks.

Jeff was the worst the next hand, and I was the best. I drank my shot, and everyone now only had two items left.

Then, his fortunes reversed as he won the next hand, downed his quarter shot, then looked over at Sue, who had the worst hand. I knew what was coming, and so did she.

She reached behind and unfastened the clasp, and removed her bra.

"Jesus, Sue, nice tits," Jeff commented. "Just saying."

Beth reached over and mock-punched Jeff on the arm with her fist.

"Oh, you are just saying? Beth laughed, followed by the rest of us. "Wait till these puppies come out," she said, using her hands to jostle the still bra-harnessed boobs from the underside. Then we will see what is what!"

A couple more hands dealt, and Sue was lucky not to be the loser. Instead, Jeff lost his pants, as did I.

Jeff and I both had the same taste in underwear. We both were wearing boxers, his a paisley print, mine plaid. As he removed his jeans, it was apparent that Sue's exposed tits were having their desired effect on him, as you could see a bulge in his crotch. I noticed Jeff and Beth having a moment as they looked at one another and smiled.

Beth was now in the lead, still in a bra and panties; the rest of us were down to only underwear. I wanted Beth to lose badly, but I kept telling myself to have patience; it was only a matter of time. She couldn't win, could she?

The cards hit the felt once again, and when the hand was over, I came upon the losing end. I knew two things now. First, I was about to be naked, and second, I couldn't win the game. I didn't care much about winning, as long as Beth lost too, but you never want to be the first person naked.

My cock wasn't exactly soft or hard, but in a transitional state while it waited for Beth's tits to be unleashed. I stood up, pulled my boxers down, and discarded them with my other clothes. I looked around the room to get a read of the reactions of everyone. My wife was smiling, as was Beth. Jeff was busy shuffling up to deal again. I sat back down. My dick afforded the cover of the table, but that didn't last long.

"OK, so it's no good if you can see what you've won," Beth objected. You'll have to move your chair back, so us ladies can enjoy the view."

Jeff's wife had a point, and if she lost everything, I would want to see her pussy, not the tabletop. There were several chairs, a couch, and end tables in front of the TV, but I didn't want to suggest moving just in case this wasn't what it looked like.

"Yes," my wife said, "If I'm in plain sight, so are you, bucko."

I backed my chair up, so I could still reach the cards but so everyone had a good view.

"Is that going to work for you, Jeff," I quipped since I was seated across from him, and he now had a view.

"Not looking, buddy," he shot back, shaking his head.

On the next hand, Sue won, and Beth lost. My anticipation level was peaking, and my cock began hardening at the thought of what would come. Beth turned away from Jeff, facing me, looked over her shoulder at him, and grinned.

"Baby, would you do the honors?"

Jeff reached forward, undid the clasp, and Beth removed it the rest of the way. I couldn't help but stare. Her boobs were at least a good D cup, maybe more, with large brown areolas and nipples that didn't protrude much, if at all. There was a little dangle to them, expected for their size.

"Jesus, Beth, nice tits," I said, mocking him in the same tone Jeff had used before.

"Beth, those are nice," Sue said rather than punching me in the arm.

"Well, thank you," Beth said, pushing her chest out a little, moving from side to side to show off the breasts she was so proud of.

The thing about tits is that they are all nice in their way. Different shapes and sizes, each has its allure. Men will applaud just about any boobs. Of course, everyone has personal favorites but put any pair of tits before a man, and he will play with them. On the other hand, women compare with each other. Most people should look out if you don't side with their wife's tits in a case like this. But my wife wasn't in a contest, and she was undoubtedly not possessive, not after last weekend's events, I told myself. She was OK giving Beth kudos, as well as letting me. Other things were on her mind, I was guessing.

"OK, time to deal again," Jeff interjected, picking up cards. I don't even think it was his turn to deal, but no one cared.

After a quick shuffle, the cards were dealt, and the hand played. This time Sue came in last. She stood up, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, pulled the panties down, let them fall, stepping free of them. Then, she moved her chair the customary distance back from the table and sat.

"I'm naked, baby," she said coyly, looking in my direction and making a mock sad face.

Jeff and Beth were focused on my wife's snatch, sizing up the new entry into the nudity contest.

"Well, I'm naked, too," I replied. It wasn't our night. We still have to get a winner here, though. The next time one of them comes in last, we will have our champion. My money is on Tits McGee over here," I said, pointing at Beth. "I think she knows more about playing this game than she let on."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Beth gushed, shaking her boobs back and forth in acknowledgment.

Jeff, who had been covertly glimpsing at my wife's pussy for about a minute now, looked over at Beth and grinned.

"It's on, baby! Let's deal!"

I picked up the deck and passed out the cards. Beth won when all was said and done, but more importantly, I lost. That meant a question was coming my way from Beth.

"Taylor, who has better tits, me or your wife?"

I found myself in a predicament. My wife probably didn't care what my answer was, and Beth obviously did, so I took a chance and tried to get a little more mileage out of the situation.

"Well, Beth, that's a difficult one to answer. I've been playing with these for five or so years, so I'm familiar with them," I said, pointing over at my wife. "These, on the other hand," I continued, moving my hand in Beth's direction, "are a newcomer to the competition, and I don't quite think I have the experience with them to make a call."

Beth looked over at Jeff, then at Sue.

"Sue, if you don't object, I'm going to have to let your husband take these for a test drive real quick. I wouldn't want him to make a hasty decision without all the facts."

"I think it's only fair," my wife replied.

Beth stood up, turned to face me, and took a couple of steps forward, her breasts at eye level.

"Go ahead, play with them," Beth volunteered, "Jeff won't mind."

I looked over at Jeff from the corner of my eye. He had a hand under the table, stared at my naked wife, and then back at Beth. I could only guess what was taking place down there. I turned my attention to Beth's tits and took them in my hands, kneading the soft skin. I let a finger move across her nipple, and she let out a small but audible moan.

"What do you think so far, baby? Am I in the running?"

I glanced over at my wife. She looked down at the area where Jeff's hand was and could probably see what was happening under the table from her position, chair backed up, and seated next to Jeff.

"This is going to be a tough one, honey; I'm getting a lot of heat here," I exclaimed.

"Let me help you decide," Beth said as she moved forward, her breast touching my lips.

I ran my tongue around her areola. I could feel the slight bump where her nipple was as it hardened to my touch.

"Oh, that feels good, she sighed, "But we have to finish this game," as she pulled back and returned to her chair, leaving me with a hard-on for everyone to see.

"What's the verdict? It looks like you enjoyed that," Beth said, looking at my stiff cock.

"I'm going to have to say it's too close to call. You are both winners in my book!" I replied, taking the easy way out.

I picked up that cards to deal again. I couldn't help but think, "I hope someone wins this NOW."

I quickly dealt the cards. I was sure everyone was thinking about something other than this hand as I went around the table. Jeff had a hand under the table, and Beth did too now, probably petting her pussy. My wife, out in the open, was perhaps dying to touch herself but didn't dare yet. I won the hand, and Jeff lost.

Jeff immediately stood up and let his dick spring forth from the confines of his boxers as they hit the ground. He was shaven, except for a bit of hair directly above. His cock was hard, maybe not entirely, but close. It was a little thicker than mine and about seven inches, a half-inch longer than mine.

"Why Jeff, thank you," my wife said, taking his hard cock as a compliment to her tits.

"I won," Beth declared. "I still have my panties."

"No, you don't," Jeff said with a laugh as he reached over and pulled them down.

"You dick, she joked, punching him again in the arm.

Beth was shaven down below but had a landing strip of hair similar to Jeff's. So they matched. How cute, I thought, and how naked she now was. I had been waiting for this moment for years, and the time had finally come.

"That was fun. Good game, Beth. One for the ladies!" Sue said, cheering her on.

"Well, while we are all naked, I need to do something, if that's OK with your husband and you," Beth announced, gazing in Sue's direction. "Come over here," she said, standing up, hand held out. Sue reached up and took hold of it, standing up and following her to the couch.

They both sat on the couch and then Beth turned to face my wife and laid her back, head against the armrest.

"I need to check these out for myself," said Beth, and she leaned in and took Sue's nipple into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good. I'm going to need to do a little research myself, then," Sue said as her hands went immediately to Beth's tits, rubbing them while Beth sucked one nipple, then the other.

Then, with the other hand, Beth reached down to my wife's pussy, inserted a finger, and began to finger-bang her slowly. I looked over at Jeff, who was openly stroking his cock now. It was indeed girthier than mine, now that it had reached total hardness, but still only a half inch or so longer. More of a shower than a grower, I thought.

After this went on for a few seconds, Beth slid down and angled my wife so her feet were off the couch. She parted her legs and began to eat my wife's pussy. Sue had never been with another woman, at least not to my knowledge, but there was no objection, moaning and writhing under the lashing of Beth's tongue. I had never seen anything like this before, except in videos, and they surely didn't do it justice. I was in awe of the beauty of two women making love. Sue stroked Beth's head, fingers running through her hair as Beth lapped away. My wife's back arched, tits and hips moving in rhythm as she pushed against Beth's mouth.

"Oh, fuck Beth, that feels so fucking good. Eat my pussy. Oh yes, Oh yes," she moaned.

Jeff was busy outright stroking his dick now, but I was secretly hoping that he wasn't going to cum, because I wanted him to fuck my wife, which I was pretty sure he would be willing to do.

We watched our wives for another minute til it was obvious Sue couldn't take anymore. She thrashed around as Beth's tongue drove her closer to climax, tits shaking on her chest, fists clenched with a handful of cushion, and her face the picture of a woman in ecstasy.

"Oh, God, Beth, I'm going to cum, oh, yes, I'm going to cum!"

Beth grasped my wife by the waist, face pressed into Sue's wet cunt, and sent her off.

"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. This feels so good! Eat me, Oh God!

Sue was bucking into Beth, face contorting with pleasure as the orgasm raced through her body. She continued for another few seconds, then her movement slowed, the climax receding.

Sue lay there, catching her breath as Beth got up, face wet with my wife's juices.

"Well, that was fun," Beth said as she approached me. "Now it's your turn."

Beth extended her hand to me, as she had done with Sue, and I took it as she led me over to one of the easy chairs and spun me around, dropping me into it.

"I loved your wife's tits. I can see why it was such a hard choice. I think I liked her pussy more, though," she said, grabbing my cock and stroking it. "Let's see if we can't get something going here."

She squeezed and jerked for a few seconds, and a drop of precum formed on the head.

"That's what I want. I want to taste you," Beth whispered, leaning in and licking the droplet of sticky juice from my fleshy helmet. I'd thought about this before, but now it was happening, and I wanted to savor every minute.

Beth engulfed my cock in one fell swoop, looking up to make eye contact. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes briefly as I felt her move slowly back up and down again. Then, I looked over to where Jeff was seated, watching his wife play with my cock while he pounded away at his, and I couldn't help but wonder if he shared the same kink as me.

But, then he stood up, slowing his rapid-fire jerking, and moved toward my wife. Sue was still lying on her back, taking in the sight of Beth sucking my cock.

"Sue, my wife is sucking your husband's dick," Jeff began, " What do you think of that? Can you make me cum before she makes Taylor cum?"

Sue looked over at me and then back at Jeff--a smile formed on her lips.

"I hate to be late to the party," she replied.

Jeff wasted no time. He quickly knelt between Sue's legs, his cock in one hand, and aimed it at her slot. She spread her legs further, allowing him better access.

"Honey," Sue said, looking over at me, "I think they know."

I was too busy enjoying the sensations provided by Beth's warm mouth on my dick and could only manage a half-smile in her direction.

Then Jeff pushed forward, burying his unit in my wife's wet cunt. Sue's head went back, her eyes closed, and a moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, God, Jeff, that feels so good, fuck me, baby, fuck me in front of my husband."

Jeff pistoned in and out of Sue's wet box for fifteen or twenty seconds as she moaned and groaned with pleasure.

"You like seeing me fuck your wife, Taylor?" Jeff grunted, his pace picking up as he slammed into my wife. "Maybe you want to see her suck my dick?"

He stood up, his cock glistening with Sue's essence, and moved up so she could suck him. Sue sat up and took him into her mouth.

I looked down at Beth, who was working overtime on my cock, sucking and drooling like it was a lollipop. She had, of course, realized that Jeff had been fucking Sue by now, and she was now sucking his dick. Always the competitor, Beth was doing her best to get me to shoot before Jeff came. Beth was everything I had hoped for and more, but I wanted to feel that pussy on my cock.

"Oh, Baby, I'm getting close," I said, looking down at Beth bobbing on my cock, a hand now joining the assault and working in concert with her mouth to bring me to my ultimate goal.

"I want to fuck you, Beth."

She pulled my cock out momentarily without even looking up at me.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, baby. But, right now, I want you to come in my mouth," she purred, guiding my cock back in to continue the suck-fest.

I glanced over at Jeff and Sue. Jeff had fed his cock halfway into my wife's mouth, and she began sucking on his prick. Her eyes darted in my direction and widened as Jeff pushed further in and then back, slowly beginning to build up a pace and face-fuck her.