There was a monthly poker game in Joe's basement/man-den on the first Friday of every month. There was a relentless cadre of four players with a number of casuals who'd drop in at various times. The wives and girlfriends of the four base players would often drop in to visit Marie, Joe's wife, and have their own girl's night in, watching DVDs and gossiping.
Michael, one of the steady four, had once asked Brenda, his current girlfriend, if she wanted to take part in the game. They were equal opportunity players, willing to take anyone money. Brenda hadn't said no. She'd said, "Hell no. Do I look like a fool? I've watched one of your games, remember." Michael, being a fine and intelligent man, had said nothing, just accepting her decision. Brenda became a semi-regular at the girl's night in.
This particular Friday Brenda had come along, not having anything better to do. It turned out that she and Marie were the only two women there and they got together for a chat and some TV while the men played. It turned out that one of the base players was missing, having been admitted to hospital with appendicitis, but two of the casual players had turned up, giving the boys a table of five.
There was only so much sparkling vampire that they could watch in one sitting the girls found. After a couple of hours they adjourned to the kitchen for some coffee.
"The boys are awfully quiet tonight," remarked Brenda, nodding towards the basement door. "The last time I was here you could hear them carrying on all night."
"Sound-proofing," said Marie with satisfaction. "I've been at Joe for a while about it and he finally got around to putting some in. Works a treat, doesn't it."
They continued chatting while they had their coffee until Marie finally rose to put the mugs on the sink. While she was doing that the basement door opened and the two casual players emerged.
"Peter, Alan," Marie said, nodding to them. "Had enough?"
"What do you feed those animals?" asked Alan with a good natured grumble. "It's like playing with a room full of sharks and feeling like we're the bait."
"You can't complain," laughed Peter. "You're at least breaking even. I've just about lost my entire stake."
"Possibly because you don't have a poker face," pointed out Alan. "Geez, if you were a dog your tail would be wagging every time you got a good hand, you make it so obvious."
"Just setting the stage to make a killing when we go back," said Peter. "We're just taking a ten minute break to get some fresh air and a little love from someone who cares."
"Yeah?" asked Marie. "And who would that be?"
"You of course, darling," said Peter, moving closer to her.
To Brenda's astonishment Peter reached out, lifted Marie's dress and pulled down her panties. Marie gave a squawk and slapped at his hands but that didn't prevent her panties from going down.
"Stop it, Peter," snapped Marie. "Don't be so silly."
