Background: Mark and I are active, vibrant retirees in our mid 60s. We enjoy many activities, both together and separately. Each of us has a "Bucket List" of things we want to do. We are alone, but we aren't lonely. Even though neither of us has close ties to our families, we don't let that stop us from living our lives.
You might think of us as Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davis, the Army running backs of the mid 1940s. He is "Mr. Outside", and I'm "Mr. Inside". Mark enjoys outside activities, and I relish indoor events.
Both of us loved our wives, and were faithful to them during our marriages. We honor their memories. We miss them, but we know they would have wanted us to take advantage of the opportunities presented to us. Neither one of us wants to remarry. Carpe Diem.
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the clouds with hues of red, orange and pink. An owl hooted, signaling the beginning of his nightly hunt.
As I followed Mark inside, I checked out his body. He kept himself in good shape. He was about six-foot with wide shoulders, and had a nice butt.
My dick pulsed and drooled as I wondered what he was like naked.
Mark headed for his game room, turned on the light over his poker table and sat down.
"Let's play a little Strip Showdown," he said, motioning me to a seat two away from his.
He picked up the deck of cards from the center of the table and began shuffling them.
"First, a few house rules. The game is Strip Showdown. Only one article of clothing is at stake for each hand. The loser will strip the winner, slowly.
"Agreed?"
I nodded.
"Cut for deal."
I turned a jack of diamonds. Mark flipped a queen of spades.
He leaned forward, smiling as he dealt each of us five cards face down.
