John & Jill - The Card Game
Jill offered John and her guests a slice of the home made rhubarb pie she had baked this afternoon for desert. A late supper had helped to overcome the heat of the day, and everyone was finally cooling down. Jill and Mary had both chosen to wear a halter-top and shorts, and the men had worn the equivalent t-shirt and shorts. Relaxed conversation before dinner, a few glasses of wine, and everyone was feeling mellow and comfortable.
"OK campers," John said. "After Jill's superb dessert, it's time for a good set of cards. What is your preference, Pinochle, Hearts, Poker?"
Jim said, "How about Pinochle? Guys versus girls. We'll cream you!" Mary and Jill looked at each other and grinned.
"I don't think so!" Mary exclaimed. "I vote for Poker, then it's everyone for themselves. Nickel, dime, quarter for 15 hands, winner gets to declare the next game."
"I second that idea!'" giggled Jill. "You guys are out-voted."
Everyone dug into the superb pie and then grabbed a fresh glass of wine, and moved into the great room. Jill had arranged a card table with legs folded up in the middle of the floor, covered by an old blanket. Pillows and beanbags surrounded the table. Jim grabbed the cards, saying, "Five card stud, only thing wild is the dealer" and dealt out the first hand. Mary was on his left, Jill on his right with John directly across from him. Sitting on the floor, Jill and Mary had to lean over quite far to play their cards, flashing a lot of cleavage, which did not go unnoticed by the men. At the end of 15 hands, everyone counted up their winnings. The cards had been fairly even, but Mary was ahead by $1.60, so she won the right to declare the next game. By this time, a couple of bottles of wine had been consumed, and the table chatter had included more than a few sexy comments from each of the players.
"I get to call the next game!", said Mary. "I want to keep playing poker, but with new rules. How about 5-card showdown, winner gets to pick one of the losers and require him or her to do something? No restrictions, but if the winner requires the person to remove a piece of clothing, the person must stand up and take the item off. Then they have to carry the item across the room to the couch and leave it. Then they can sit back down."
John and Jim looked at each other with a bit of hesitancy, then Jim said, "Well, OK by me..." and gave a goofy leer at Jill, "but what happens if someone gets naked?
"I guess that's up to the winner." Mary replied.
"Are you OK with this?", John asked Jill.
"Sure," she said. "I plan to have you boys under my control! Nothing but hairy chests and floppy peckers," she laughed.
"Well, if that happens you'll be half right", Jim joked.
Mary picked up the cards and began dealing. When the cards were all dealt, John had won with a pair of Jacks and a pair of sevens. "You win, John", said Mary. "Who do you pick, and what is your command?"
John felt a bit uncomfortable, and decided to take the safest path. "Jim, take off your shirt!," he stated with a firm voice.
"OOooo! John, I didn't know you swung that way!", teased Mary.
Jill laughed, and said, "Neither did I! OK, Jim... let's see that manly chest."
Jim stood up and did a few bumps and grinds while he removed his t-shirt. He strutted across the room and threw his shirt on the couch, laughing, "Eat your hearts out, Ladies!" When he sat back down, Jill playfully reached over and plucked a hair from his chest.
"First loser!" she giggled.
Mary passed the deal to John.
John shuffled the cards, and said, "The name of this game is Dealer wins - again." He slowly dealt out the cards, giving himself an Ace of Spades. However, that was the last ace he dealt, and Jill wound up winning the hand with three eights.
Jill looked around the group with an evil grin, and then said, "Mary, this is your game, so I think you should get the next command. Take off your shorts!"
Mary stood up, her long, shapely legs suddenly very much the focus of everyone's attention. She ran both thumbs under the elastic of her shorts, and slowly, sensually, pulled them down while lifting her legs up one at a time. As she bent over to remove her shorts, she gave everyone a full view down the inside of her halter-top. Finally she stood up, holding her shorts in her hand, with all attention on the tiny, white thong that clung to her body. It was obvious to Jill and the men that there was the beginning of a damp spot on the camel toe of her thong. She turned around, and strutted over to the couch and tossed her shorts on top of her husband's shirt. The only thing hidden by the back of the thong was her asshole... her shapely ass cheeks were swinging back and forth as she turned and walked back.