"Forfeit! Forfeit!" the girls cried out in unison. Jack had just answered a question from the deck in the category GEOGRAPHY, incorrectly. As with most questions about rivers in the "Trivial Pursuit" game, the answer was likely to be "The Amazon" and he ignored his instinct and, instead, replied "the Nile". Now he was in denial!
"But...But... that was a TRICK question!" he protested!
"Forfeit!" said Laura emphatically. Jack looked at Tom for help, but Tom just smiled. Rules were rules. The two girls, Laura and Cindy were sitting on the floor across the gameboard from Jack and Tom. Each girl had on her brassiere, panties, pantyhose, and... to trick the guys... each had on a "choker" which they planned to submit as an article of clothing later, when necessary. It was cheating, but what the hell!
Tom was wearing his chinos, no shirt, no shoes, no socks. He was down to two articles of clothing. Jack was in worse shape. He had only his jeans on and beneath, a pair of briefs.
As this game of Trivial Pursuit heated up, the guys found themselves several articles of clothing behind the girls, and Jack just tilted the balance even more in favor of the ladies. This was the second time that Jack and Cindy had gotten together with Laura and Tom for a game of Trivial Pursuit with the added rule that the game resembled strip poker, in that, incorrect answers were greeted by forfeits. An article of clothing had to be removed. Last outing, the girls won before either of them had disrobed, and all were a bit embarrassed and let it go at that. They poured another drink and returned to Jack's VCR recordings of past Seinfeld episodes. This time, an edge of sexual tension permeated the room. It seemed understood by all that the last time was a "dry run" and that this time, they would all push beyond their limits and try to have some spontaneous fun. They had all been friends for nearly eight years, and Jack and Tom each had dated both Cindy and Laura at one time. But never had they had sex in the same room together, nor swapped partners as it seemed might happen this evening.
Reluctantly, Jack peeled down his Levis and the girls giggled as his erection was transparently revealed by the tight fabric of the briefs.
"Do I see a soldier at attention, Jack?" teased Laura. "More like a disabled veteran sitting on two duffel bags!" said Tom derisively.
"Oh... I don't know Tom...maybe Jack's just warming up to us girls.
Who knows what his next wrong answer will reveal!"
"Uhhh.. that brings up a delicate question." said Jack. "This game is beginning to resemble our last outing. That is, Tom and I will be nekkid long before you girls are down to your tassles. Then what?
Game over?" Cindy looked at Laura and the two whispered to each other.
Tom shot a pained look at Jack, assuming that the worst was to befall them.
"Fellas," said Laura sweetly... "When you have nothing left to sacrifice in clothing, we decided that you have to do for us, whatever we want you to do. ANYTHING!" and the two girls giggled.
"Anything to a point!" protested Jack. If you ask to me or Tom do ANYTHING to each other, game over! Right Tom?"
"Fuckin' A, Jack!" said Tom.
"OK.. we accept those conditions," said Cindy but you might be surprised at some of the thoughts I'm having RIGHT now!"
Jack shook his head. Cindy, "NOTHING you think of surprises me or Tom."
Jack sat cross legged and left his hands up front to hide his visible hard-on. The girls shot a look at each other and laughed quietly.
The girls drew an easy question and both guys groaned at the card.
"How fucking easy can you make it Tom? Fer Christ's sake!?" said Jack.
"Sorry pardner... just the luck of the draw. MY turn." He handed the cards over to Cindy. She pulled the top card, chortled out loud and read: " An Investment Casting is a pattern of casting used to produce small parts using which ancient method of pattern production?" "Lost wax method!!!" cried Cindy. "You lose!"
Tom looked blankly and despondently at Jack and simply stood up and pulled off his chinos. Beneath, he wore a pair of NFL logo boxers.
If he was excited, the boxers, for now, hid the fact. Cindy pouted.
"OK... your deck." Cindy handed the cards to Jack. The guys loved it when she fell on a sports category color and they both exchanged knowing glances when she failed to answer a basketball question.