The summer after my first year in college I spent two weeks housesitting at the home of some friends of my family. It was a pretty sweet deal - house to myself in a a nice neighborhood, plus pay. It was kind of boring, but being 19, horny and without a woman, I managed to amuse myself moderately well with some skin mags and a box of tissues.
I was taking out the trash when I first saw Lisa. She was sunbathing in the yard next door, and as I came out the back door our eyes happened to meet. She smiled warmly and I, frankly, blushed and nearly ran back into the house. She was a beautiful woman in her mid to late 30s, curvy and tanned with long auburn hair. She strolled slowly to the fence in a bikini so small she may as well not have bothered with it. I managed to collect my wits well enough to speak to her. She introduced herself and we chatted for a few minutes while I tried and failed tokeep my eyes off her voluptuous figure.
"Listen," she said after a while,"If you get bored hanging out by yourself over there, why don't you join me and my husband for dinner tonight? If you're not doing anything else."
The word "husband" hit me like a slap, and I reconnected with the reality that I was about 15 years this woman's junior and there was probably no chance. Still, I accepted - it's not like I had a date with anyone else except Miss July.
Lisa and her husband, Frank, turned out to be pretty cool - they even opened up a few beers for me during dinner. Enough in fact, to get a fair buzz going and drop my inhibitions a few notches. So when the conversation turned to sex it didn't faze me. After scoping out the limited range of my experience, Frank mentioned the fact that he and his wife enjoyed an open relationship, and wondered aloud if I'd be interested in expanding my experience with Lisa. I looked over and saw her blue eyes shining at me as she murmured, "You're just delicious. I could eat you up."
I stammered a response. "I... I guess so." Lisa giggled.
"You're a little nervous," she said. "How about we loosen things up with a game of cards? Ever played strip poker?"
The answer was no, but I was sure interested in trying it. Frank offered a variation of the game he said he and Lisa played often with friends. "Usually what we do is make the first person naked into the sex slave for the evening," he said.
Lisa winked at me. "I have awful luck," she said.
"Sounds like my kind of game," I said, and they both laughed.
Frank got cards and we began the game. It went pretty evenly, and before long, he and I were down to our boxers and Lisa to her bra and panties. Of course my understanding had been that she'd lose and be at my and Frank's whim, but now it looked like the idea was she would boss us around. Either way, I was past caring as long as I got to go with her. Her bra pushed her ample breasts up into two luscious pillows, and the fact that she had one immaculately pedicured foot in my lap wasn't doing much for my concentration either.
Frank dealt the next hand. I didn't have much, a pair of tens, but I held them hoping to draw for better and lucked out with a third. I laid my cards on the table.
"Sorry sweetie," Lisa said, showing a full house of Jacks and Kings. I smiled.
"Ha!" said Frank, throwing down a straight flush, 2 thru 6 of hearts.
