One Saturday a month my wife Delia and I get together for lunch and cards with our friends Belinda and Elliot.

It would be fair to say a few beers are enjoyed too!

One Saturday Delia and Belinda said they wanted a chance to win some money and so wanted to play poker. Jokingly, I suggested that yes, we play for money, but also make it strip poker for the loser of each hand. This produced a chorus of yawping from the girls, but they didn’t say no. So I suggested a rule, thinking of how warm it was and how my wife deals with the heat: Whenever any of us, girl or guy, took off a piece of clothing, the other girl or guy had to take off the same item. That led to more grumbling, but it was accepted.

This created a “situation” when my wife matter-of-factly slipped off her shoes so she could rub her hot feet through her pantyhose and I immediately pointed out that under the rule, it meant Belinda had to take off her shoes. Belinda argued that Delia taking off her shoes had nothing to do with the game, and I countered that the rule said nothing about the game — it was whenever someone took off a piece of clothing. Grumbling, Belinda took off her sandals.

Not long after that, Delia got this devilish look and, declaring, “God, I’m warm,” took off her blouse! Then she sat smugly in her sports bra staring with a hint of a smirk at Belinda, who cried, “That isn’t fair! She knows I’m not wearing a bra.” But she had no choice, and at last lifted her T-shirt over her head, liberating her perky breasts for all to admire.

This cut both ways, however. In a moment of inspiration Belinda took off her slacks, and now Delia was on the hook! Belinda knew that Delia never wears panties with pantyhose, so when she took off her skirt, only the pantyhose would be covering her magnificent bottom and beautiful pussy.

With both girls near nude, the party got festive. As we continued the game, we had to adjust to the nudity. Belinda’s nipples confirmed her arousal, looking enormous poking out from her modest-size breasts, and Elliot was sneaking peeks at the light brown pubic hair compressed in my wife’s pantyhose-covered crotch. Delia didn’t seem to mind me gawking at Belinda. After all, she was enjoying Elliot’s stares at her breasts in her almost-transparent bra.

Suddenly a look flashed across Belinda’s face and she complained that she had only one article of clothing left, her panties, while Delia still had both bra and pantyhose. It did seem within the spirit of the rule that if she had just one piece of clothing left, so should Delia. At first Delia was going to take off the pantyhose, but then she said that doing so with other people watching might look clumsy, so she liberated her beautiful bouncing tits.

That shut Delia up, and she dealt the cards like nothing had happened. Soon the girls had won most of the money. When it was time for lunch, they went in the kitchen in pantyhose (Delia) and panties (Belinda), but returned wearing aprons — Belinda’s covered her breasts and Delia’s covered most of hers.

When we resumed the game, they kept the aprons on until we protested. Belinda insisted she was uncomfortable in just panties, and Delia said she was uncomfortable in only pantyhose.

“How much money have you won?” Elliot asked them. More than $30, it seemed. Elliot offered to sell them our shirts for $15 each.

“Ten,” Delia countered.

Elliot said okay, but only if they both removed the rest of their clothes. “Well, the boys’ shirts’ll be like nightshirts,” Delia said, and they agreed. So they took our shirts to the kitchen to change, soon returning with the shirts on and with Belinda’s panties and Delia’s pantyhose in hand. Elliot and I had monster erections. We couldn’t believe we’d actually succeeded in getting them nude under our shirts.

“Time for a lap dance,” Elliot said.

Belinda looked at Delia and said, “How much should we charge?”

“I think we should at least get back the $20 we spent for the shirts,” Delia said, and went to put on a CD. Belinda scooped up the shirt money and started to gyrate around her husband. Delia shifted her toward me and took over dancing in front of Elliot.

The shirts covered the girls almost to their knees. They unbuttoned at the top to give us a peek at their tits and flipped the bottoms to expose their asses.

Delia established another rule: “You can’t touch us, but we can touch you.”

By then the girls could sense that Elliot and I were both on the verge of exploding, and they went back to dancing for their own husbands. Belinda straddled Elliot and kissed him, filling his mouth with tongue. Delia caressed my hard cock and kissed me. It was hard to keep my hands to myself, but I decided that as long as Elliot observed the rules, I would too.

The girls looked at each other and silently determined the next move. Delia knelt in front of me and released my cock from my pants. Before Belinda had Elliot’s cock exposed, Delia had mine in her mouth.

Elliot looked over at me and said, “I’ve never seen Belinda this hot!” I pointed down at Delia’s bobbing head and said, “Her too!” Delia released my stiff cock from her mouth, took hold of it and led me to our bedroom, leaving Belinda and Elliot in the living room.

An hour later our friends looked in on us, stretched out naked on our bed, and said, “Good night. It’s our turn to host next month.”

I hadn’t expected things to go quite the way they did, but you won’t hear any complaints from me! Delia can’t wait for the next game, and neither can I.