“Two days ago,” she said, staring down at the table. No one needed to ask what she meant. Becky took another big swallow of scotch.
“How was it?” Sierra asked. That girl was going for trouble. I was about to argue that her question wasn’t on the card, but my wife answered before I could.
“Eh,” Becky said with a shrug.
I’ll be honest, Becky and I had been going through a bit of a dry spell. Considering everything else going on in our lives, that shouldn’t be so surprising. But I felt a little hurt by her admission. I mean, two days before I had been home and would have been more than willing to help out, as it were.
Sierra interrupted my thoughts to tell me it was my turn.
I spun a four, making me the first person to grab a green card.
“Taking the early lead,” Sierra said.
“Drew was always the competitive one,” Becky said. I shook my head at her and looked down at my card.
“Kiss your partner,” the card said. I leaned over and kissed Becky on the cheek.
Sierra made puppy eyes at both of us. “So adorable,” she said. Times like those, it was easy to remember that she was more than a decade younger than me. No matter how much her hot body might say otherwise.
For the next two rounds, not much happened. We took off innocuous clothing and did harmless stuff. The riskiest thing was when Becky had to kiss my crotch over my pants. And even that didn’t feel sexy. Just strange.
On Becky’s next turn, however, things got more interesting. She got a ‘remove clothing’ card, but had nothing to take off except her black, velvety dress. For the first time, someone would be showing serious skin.
“Oh man,” Joey said, trying to appear embarrassed when Becky showed us the card.
His sister, however, did not pretend at any modesty. Instead, she calmly asked me to unzip her dress. I reached back, careful not to undo my handiwork from that morning. Becky stood up and lifted the outfit over her head.
My wife revealed her conservative, matching, cotton white bra and panties. She did a little pose, arms out, then sat back down. Becky had a nice body — cute and compact. She was tiny all over, with little breasts that barely needed the bra. Her skin was pale and slightly pinkish in key places. She saw me checking her out and gave me a small smile.
“Still in love, so cute,” Sierra said, playfully.
Joey made a show of covering his eyes.
“Oh, stop it,” Becky said, “It’s no more than a bikini.”
Given permission, Joey gave his older sister a good look. The siblings both flushed at the same time, in the same way. It was adorable. Kind of.
I also lost a piece of clothing on my next turn, which meant slipping off my corduroy slacks. I was down to boxers and a dress shirt. I hoped no one noticed the bulge in my underwear and quickly sat back down.
“How far are we going with this?” I asked. Becky was down to her underwear and I was one piece of clothing behind. Joey was also in his t-shirt and boxers, while Sierra, disappointingly, had managed to stay mostly covered. Both her blouse and skirt remained.
“There aren’t too many more purple squares,” Sierra said, as if this addressed my question.
I gave my wife a serious stare. “Let’s talk for a second,” I said. I signaled with my head and Becky followed me into the kitchen. There was a pocket door, and I pulled it closed behind us.
Becky was in only her underwear. I wasn’t far off from the same. Both of us stood in her parents’ kitchen while another couple (including her brother) waited for us in the other room.
“This is weird, right?” I asked.
“It’s just my dopey brother,” Becky said, “It’s fine.” She looked a bit stumbly and I realized that maybe she’d had a bit more to drink than I’d thought.
“Look, I get that we’ve been fighting a lot lately,” I said, “But I hope you know I support you, no matter what.”
“It’s fine,” Becky said, “We’re fine. Let’s have fun.” She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then went back out to the dining room. I watched her go.
What exactly was I so worked up about? No one was naked. Everything had been lively, sure, but nothing untoward. I knew my problem: it was the unknown. What happened when we did take off more clothes? Or if the cards started asking for something more serious? But then, wasn’t I being silly worrying about things that hadn’t happened yet?
I forced myself to take a deep breath. It felt like one in the morning, but when I looked at the clock in the kitchen, it said the time was only 9:30. Things weren’t as bad as I thought. Not yet.
“Everything OK?” Sierra asked me when I came back into the dining room. The curvy, young brunette seemed actually concerned, which was sweet.
“I poured you another glass,” Becky said, and handed me my drink. I took a gulp and felt a bit better.
It was my spin next and, sure enough, I lost my shirt. I slowly undid the buttons, then tossed it aside. I’ve never been a muscle man, but I was slim with a bit of brown hair on my pecs. Becky gave an appreciative cheer when I bared my chest. Even better, Sierra gave me a sly little smile. But don’t think I missed that both my wife and I were now in only our underwear.
The next two rounds balanced things out a little better.
While Becky and I got truths (she’d cheated on a geometry test in high school, I’d smoked pot a couple times in college), both Joey and Sierra lost their clothes. Joey had to take off his t-shirt. He was thin, almost scrawny, and his chest was covered in thick black hair.
But I barely noticed because I was still reeling from Sierra finally (finally!) showing some skin. The beautiful brunette had undone her blouse, revealing a bright red, plunge-style bra. Her breasts seemed even larger than I’d imagined. Full and fantastic. And I wasn’t even seeing all of them. Sierra caught me staring — hell how could she not? — but instead of getting upset, she just gave me a grin.