Wife’s Private Party

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We held our annual summer party at our house last July with family, friends and of course plenty of games, food and alcohol. But unlike the previous parties, this one ended a little differently from the rest, especially for my wife Ann. At around midnight, most of our guests had departed with only a couple of stragglers left behind. They happen to be two of my relatives, my brother, Bill, and my uncle, Tom. They were still downstairs in our game room playing poker. They were intense card players who were playing with real money and at this point in the evening, completely drunk. We let them stay as long as they wanted, to make sure they finished up their game. It usually ended when one of them lost all of their money or one of them passed out at the table. I was up in the den organizing some bills and my wife went downstairs to see if they were almost finished. We have an intercom system in our house, so a few minutes earlier; I had called down to them to see if they needed anything. Bill answered and said that everything was cool. After that response, he accidentally left the speaker in the ‘on’ position so unfortunately, I could hear them laughing and yelling after every hand. I almost got up to tell them to shut it off when I heard my wife arrive downstairs. Ann spoke up, “Hey guys, it’s getting late. How long does it take for one of you to go broke?” They just laughed and then Uncle Tom said, “Honey, why don’t you pull up a chair and we’ll deal you in?” My wife answered, “No way. I can’t compete with you guys. You’ll clean me out. You guys are pros.” My brother said, “C’mon Ann. If you want we could change the rules a bit to make it easier for you to beat us.” My wife asked, “What kind of rule changes are we talking about?” Bill responded, “Well, if you don’t want to lose any money then we could play for something else like for example, your clothing!” My wife just laughed and said, “You’re a fucking riot, Bill. Let’s be serious.” He replied, “I am serious.” She then shot back, “Strip poker?” Bill replied, “C’mon, have a little fun with us. We’re the last ones here and it would be istanbul travesti a great way to wrap up the night!” My wife said, “I’m not sure about this. What if your brother comes down here?” He answered, “He can play too if he wants. C’mon, you’ll have a good time. Besides, we’re all family here, aren’t we?” She finally agreed, “Ok. But only a couple hands then I have to get back to some cleaning.” Wow, my wife was going to play strip poker with my uncle and my brother. I had to see this for myself. I bolted out of the den and quietly crept down the stairs and stopped halfway and hid behind the jackets that were on the railing. Fortunately for me, the lights above the staircase were off, so they could not see me spying on their little card party. I got there just in time as the cards being dealt. My brother Bill was a year older than me, but slightly shorter than me and in pretty good shape. My Uncle Tom was turning 50 this year and was very tall. I am guessing he was somewhere close to 6’4″ and he had a bit of a beer gut. Bill and Uncle Tom were both wearing shorts and tee shirts that night. My wife had on a strapless low-cut shirt that showed some cleavage and a very small miniskirt. My wife was a pretty good card player but I knew she was no match for these two card sharks. I feared she could be naked in four hands. My uncle started off as the dealer and everyone gulped down a shot of vodka before looking at their cards. My brother announced, “Here are the rules. We are playing 5 card draw. If you win, you get to ask someone to remove one piece of clothing. Shoes and socks don’t count. If you run out of clothes, then you can either quit or play on with other rules.” Everyone agreed and they looked at their cards. My wife took 3 new cards and my uncle and my brother took none. Bill said, “All right, lay your cards down.” My wife looked down and yelled, “Yes, I win with 1 pair.” That looked suspicious to me as it seemed like they threw the first round to my wife for some reason. She looked right at Bill and said, “Bill, let me have that shirt!” Bill took off his shirt istanbul travestileri and tossed it to her. Bill’s chest was now exposed for everyone to see and he definitely trimmed up a bit since the last time I saw him. He traded his little beer belly for a six pack of abs. My wife seemed very pleased that she won round 1. They seemed to pull the same stunt on the second hand as my wife won again. She asked my uncle for his shirt. After he took it off, his large beer belly rolled out. It did not look like he had hit the gym in quite some time. My wife accepted the shirt, smiled and said, “Are you boys getting a little chilly yet?” The cards were then dealt again and this time all three players took cards. After everyone revealed their cards, my brother yelled, “Three of a kind, baby! I win this time. Ok, Ann, let me have your shirt.” My wife smiled, stood up and gave them a striptease by slowly took off her shirt. Underneath, she had on a white strapless, push-up bra that accentuated her 34C breasts. Both of the guys clapped and cheered as she twirled the shirt in the air and then threw it over to my brother. They both continued to stare at her chest as the cards were dealt again. The next round went to my uncle and he turned to my wife and spoke in a southern drawl, “Honey, I want that tiny miniskirt of yours, please.” Ann spoke up, “This sucks. You guys are ganging up on me!” She stood up and slowly lowered her skirt. As she bent over, she intentionally gave them a great shot of her cleavage as she removed the skirt to expose her white thong panties. They again clapped as she twirled the skirt in the air and threw it at my uncle. Ann then piped up, “I need a fucking win here. Give me some good cards!” My uncle smiled and dealt the cards and they each took a couple of new ones. When the cards were laid down, my uncle yelled, “I win again! Hmmm, who should I choose?” He pointed at my wife and said, “Darling, I’m going to have to ask you for that little bra of yours, please.” My wife hesitated and my uncle held out his hand and said, “Um, rules are rules.” She travesti swore and stood up and unhooked her bra and whipped it at him as her tits flopped about. She shook her boobs at them and yelled, “Get a good look, boys!”. Both of the guys laughed and stared at my wife’s tits as she sat down. My brother said, “Nice rack!” My wife just said, “Let me deal. I think you boys are cheating!” She took the cards and dealt them. After everyone showed their cards, my wife yelled, “Yes! I fucking won. Bill, give me those fucking shorts!” He stood up and took them off and he must have stared at my wife’s exposed tits too long because he had a bulge in his boxers. She said, “Little excited there, Bill?” Both Ann and Uncle Tom laughed as my brother sat down seemingly embarrassed by the small tent that appeared in his lap. The next round of cards was dealt and remarkably, my wife won again. She looked at my brother and yelled, “Time to hand me those boxers, Bill!” He pointed at Uncle Tom and said to her, “Hey, why don’t you take his shorts? I’m already down to my boxers!” She quickly yelled back at him, “I get to choose anyone I want. Those are the rules. So hand them over!” My brother seemed a bit pissed but he got up and lowered his boxers and his dick suddenly sprang to attention like a 16 year old. My wife had a big smile on her face as she stared at his unit, which was about 8 inches in length and probably about an inch thick. She said, “Very nice piece you got there. Too bad you’re almost out of the game!” Bill sat back down and took over dealing the cards. Ironically, Bill ended up winning the next hand and looked over at Ann and said, “Payback is a bitch. Now give me that thong!” My wife’s smile disappeared as she reluctantly stood up and slowly lowered her thong and whipped it at him. He caught it and immediately put it to his nose and said, “Very nice scent you got here.” Both of the guys erupted in laughter as my wife flipped them the bird and sat back down. After the cards were dealt, my brother won again. He looked at my naked wife and said, “Well, Ann. Since you are out of clothing, I will give you two choices. You could either quit like a baby or continue playing.” My wife had a confused look on her face and replied, “How can I continue playing if I do not have any clothes?” My brother smiled and said, “This is where the new rules kick in.

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