Unspoken Pleasure

Now Gina was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in midspeech saying, “Oh, aren’t we funny, I’m winning and you’re all talking about taking clothes off? Try again!”

I should mention that Gina had been overtly flirting with these young men for a couple of days by this time. Actually, she and I had a game of our own we had been playing the last few vacations. I always enjoyed her purposeful flirting and told her many times over the years how much it turned me on.

In fact it took several times playing our little game before she finally confessed that it kind of turned her on too. From the beginning though she warned me that flirting was the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was quite enough, and the only reason she continued to do it was because of how it paid off in our bedroom, further telling me that there was “never” any reason for it to go further.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

She always emphasized this because of the one and only time I ever told her about a wild fantasy of mine, a fantasy involving watching her fuck another man. It was simply a file her brain refused to process. She later told me that she thought the only reason a man would have such a fantasy would be because he wanted to justify being with another woman, basically “You fucked another guy, I’m going to fuck another woman.” I understood what she was saying, but it honestly wasn’t my goal.

So flirting in front of me became our spicy compromise.

As the night progressed, the young men continued needling her insisting that “Strip Shots” separated the chicken-shits from the real players. God love her too, she was so into winning she didn’t even see the setup being orchestrated. I knew full well that they were basically letting her win and carefully timing their moment in which the payoff would be her sitting there completely nude.

I have to say that I began getting turned on by the possibility as well. I’ve seen Gina nude a million times, but never in front of a pack of horny young men, who can say that?

I kept my mouth shut for a while when suddenly I blurted, “Awe hell, baby, you’re cleaning their clocks, they’ll be the ones sitting there looking silly.”

As she jokingly put her feet up in the chair and tightly wrapped her arms around her legs, rather like trying to completely cover herself, she began giggling replying “For crying out loud, everyone here has about three articles of clothing on. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I’m winning and are trying to make me quit.”

Every guy there couldn’t help but glance at the crotch of her bikini as she sat with her feet up in the chair and her arms wrapped around her knees. It was wildly teasing when she would occasionally lean back. Her bikini was very tightly stretched over her crotch and pussy. The subtle outline was unmistakable.

She didn’t realize it but she was playing right into their ploy and I was basically inching it along. I too began pumping her up saying things like, “What are you worried about, you’ve only lost three hands?”

Ultimately I figured what the hell; I would love to see her slip her bikini off in front of them, but at the time had no clue whether she would go through with it. There’s no doubt she was in rare form, but in my opinion not nearly intoxicated enough to go through with it. I have been married to her for seventeen years, but seriously, in the unpredictable condition she was in, I didn’t know what she would do.

After several more minutes, she apprehensively said, “Good grief, let’s at least go inside if we are going to be this immature.” I was a bit shocked. I honestly thought she would nix the game and make any excuse not to continue.

They all immediately began picking up the cards and carrying on as they gathered their drinks, and razzing the hell out of her with things like, “Oh, you won’t play. You know you won’t.”

She and I must have winked at one another twenty times during all this, almost in reassurance to one another that it was all in good fun. After getting in the room and getting all set up, they began to do shots before the game even started. Gina wasn’t to be outdone as she too threw back a few.

At this juncture I could tell she was hell bent on going through with it, but also knew she was unwittingly confident that she had been legitimately winning all along. It was quite comical watching her sneak on a pair of flip-flops. I knew she was going to consider that part of her wardrobe as she gave me a sneaky grin.

On the very first round, she and three others had to loose an article of clothing. Gina, threw her tank top onto the bed, but still looked ultimately confident as if it were just a fluke. We all sat around continuing to drink for at least ten minutes before they even began the next round.

To everyone’s surprise Gina legitimately won the next two rounds leaving three of the guys sitting in just their underwear. Again though, it appeared as if they were letting her win to keep her in the game. And believe me, she had talked enough trash up to this point, she would have a hard time backing out.

Before dealing the next hand, and the fact that someone would undoubtedly end up nude if they lost, they actually added an addendum to the rules. Even with the new rules, I could plainly see that Gina was having second thoughts, agreeing that those who became nude could get dressed after five minutes of humiliation while the remaining players worked towards victory.

As the next round was dealt, I watched as she stared at her cards with an “Oh, shit” look. She laid down three cards and was re-dealt along with the others, when she unconsciously murmured, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

They all began chuckling saying, “Oh, the big winner didn’t get the card she needed?”

She instantly replied, “I don’t know what you’re all laughing at, two of you are about to be sitting there the way you came into this world, and all I’m loosing is my flip-flops.” They instantly began whooping and hollering about how she didn’t have flip-flops on when the game started, etc., etc., but she held to her guns and they let it ride.

Once again, they all playfully began harassing one another when Gina began riding the losers saying, “Hey this was your all’s idea. Remember, oh, let’s separate the chicken-shits. Oh, let’s separate the chicken-shits. Lose the underwear fellas.”

This went on for at least five minutes when they simply stood up, scooted their underwear down, and kicked them off. Gina watched for a couple of seconds, but as they pushed them down exposing their pubic hair and the tops of their cocks, she turned her head and put a hand over her face with a rather embarrassed smile, but quickly turned back towards them trying to act as though it was completely normal.

As a husband in this peculiar situation, I instinctively glanced at their packages. Let’s face it, if your wife is playing a strip game, and guys are exposing their cocks, you will compare yourself to what she will no doubt see, no matter how much you act as if you’re not.

I immediately noticed that one of the guys was completely average, and from what I could tell, he was nervously quite un-erect. The other young man on the other hand, had a slightly aroused thick yet limp cock that flopped out of his underwear. I knew Gina looked right at it, but played it perfectly nonchalant. It was larger than mine, and that bothered me for a split second, but not enough for me to let it interfere with what was transpiring.

Both guys draped a hand and arm over their genitals as they sat there with Gina relentlessly harassing them saying, “Oh, let’s play strip shots, let’s play strip shots… Remember you have five minutes, yep you do.”

Not more than a few minutes later she and the last guy wearing underwear dealt their cards and by this time Gina was seriously feeling the shots she had consumed over the course of the evening. As she picked up her cards, again she got that intense look of, “Oh, shit,” as she intently focused and repositioned her cards several times. She ultimately laid her cards down in a reluctant, “I’ve been cheated” manner.

After being re-dealt, she instantly threw her cards face down and said, “Ok you win. I quit… Hey, you said I could quit anytime.”

They all simultaneously began laughing high fiving one another, “Oh, no, Oh, no, you have to. Remember us chicken-shits sitting here naked, what’s up with that? Let’s put our money where our mouth is… We had to. Yes, yes, we had to, take’em off.”

She quickly looked at me grinning almost as if hoping I would say something to keep her from having to do it when I replied, “I’m out of this. This is your all’s game, not mine.”

Her knees began bouncing a mile a minute as she nervously put her hands over her face. This went on for several minutes, when she finally said, “Ok, turn your heads and I will.”

Again, they instantly began chuckling, “No, no, no, we had to bare it all in front of everyone, you do too.”

She kept bouncing her knees nervously, when finally she stood up with her mouth half opened expressing a nervous smile, and said “I see there are no gentlemen here who might insist that I maintain my dignity.”

They all began roaring, “Nope, nope, none here, Oh, no, none here,” With one eventually saying, “At least you’ll have our respect. So will it be the top or bottoms?”

She stared at me again for a couple of seconds and then turned away as she nervously giggled, “I must be nuts.” She hurriedly put her thumbs on the sides of her bikini bottoms, and slid them down to her knees as she quickly sat and raised her feet off the floor and removed them.

You would have thought this was an off-post military bar with thirty GIs the way they carried on. She then sarcastically said, “Good lord, enough. Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s bottom half before?”