If Cassie had come up with this on the spot, I would have been pretty impressed. But I had the feeling this was something she’d done before. Maybe many times. If the goal was to get a little flirty — and apparently it was — this was a well-designed way to do it.
“How, um, far do we go?” Emily asked, “Like, when does the game end?”
“Whenever we get tired or bored of it,” Cassie said, “Or we’re ready to move onto something else.”
Those last two words were so loaded, they’d have been arrested for public intoxication. I felt the room grow heavy as everyone realized what we were committing to.
Emily glanced my way, her eyes a question. I knew I needed to reassure her. And yet, I felt my focus wander over to Allison. The athletic blonde leaned back, confident. I got a flash of that morning; her amazing, naked body was burned into my brain.
I turned back to my wife. “Sounds fun,” I said. Emily visibly relaxed. I’d given her the go ahead.
“Of course you like it, there’s no talking,” Mike said.
I felt my face flush as the room laughed. But Allison gave her husband a shove. Just rough enough. I smiled at her in thanks, and she nodded back. Nice to have someone in my corner. Especially someone as strong and attractive as Allison.
Cassie dealt out all the cards, including the jokers to make the math work out evenly (Cassie explained they would work as wilds, so anything could pair with them). Moving clockwise, we began laying down our cards. The early going was easy, since we all had one sixth of the deck at our disposal. But as the cards dwindled, the tension mounted. And the action kicked in.
Allison was the first to lose something. The athletic blonde was wearing her usual uniform of mesh shorts and a tank top — not all that much to give away. In truth though, none of us were wearing layers. It was summer in Orlando, and we’d dressed light, despite the rainstorm.
Fortunately for Allison, it was a black 7 so she simply took off a sock. It was such a simple act, seeing a bare foot, yet I think everyone tightened as we realizing what was happening. We were really doing this. We’d be seeing something more exciting than toes soon enough.
I was the next to miss a card, and with a Queen face up, that meant I had to do a punishment. The group agreed I should kiss my wife. I leaned over and planted one on her cheek. The room “aww-ed” appropriately.
We had our first big reveal soon after. Cassie needed either a heart or a seven and she had neither, so she was in for it. Honestly, it seemed appropriate that she was the first to fall; it was her game after all
Smirking, the beautiful blonde reached up to unclasp one of her diamond stud earrings, and the room groaned. Cassie giggled and went for her shirt, instead. She deftly undid the buttons of her blouse, then tossed it aside.
Cassie had on a black lacy bra that did more than enough to cover what it should, but also teased at plenty more. She was clearly the largest chested woman in the room, but she wasn’t overly top heavy. I’d guess a C-cup if I had to. The fact that she was so trim, perfectly curvy, made her breasts seem quite large in comparison.
Mike, already poor at making eye contact with his crush girl, now openly stared at her chest. Cassie gave a little shake his way, smiling broadly. We all laughed, but I could feel the tension of the room ramp up once again. Emily and Allison both looked particularly anxious.
With so few cards left, every play carried plenty of possibilities. Allison was the next to have to remove a piece of clothing and she, too, lost her top.
The athletic blonde ripped off her tank in one smooth motion, then shook her blonde hair back into place. Allison had on a tight, purple sports bra that kept her assets well contained. But I could see the little nubs of her erect nipples pushing through.
“Don’t get so excited, Paul, you’ve already seen so much more,” Mike said.
I didn’t realize I’d been staring. “Sorry,” I said.
“Please don’t be,” Allison said. She held her arms in front of her chest as if her bra wasn’t already keeping her covered.
Honestly, I was almost more fascinated by Allison’s taut tummy. She’d been out of organized sports for nearly ten years now, but she still had a defined stomach with a hint of a six-pack. It was awesome.
Cassie was impressed, as well. “Nice bod,” she said, staring down at her own tummy in dismay. The beautiful blonde wasn’t overweight in any way, but I could tell she was judging herself. It was strange to see Cassie, usually so confident in her looks, being in doubt. That vulnerability, I have to admit, it made me like her more. Like maybe she was a human being after all.
It quickly became clear that the room was out of hearts. Mike took off his t-shirt, revealing his pale, thin frame. I was next and showed, well, the opposite.
I braced myself for the barrage of ‘sweater’ jokes about my hairy chest, but instead all three girls gave me a chorus of wolf whistles and cheers.
“Nice,” Allison said.
“Very masculine,” Cassie said
Emily grinned my way. I think she was enjoying the compliments as much as I was. Then she saw she was next and immediately shrank back.
“If none of us can match we’ll end the round,” Cassie announced.
Emily looked relieved before she realized she wasn’t off the hook. The round couldn’t end until she went. I gave her what I hoped was an encouraging look. But my wife seemed to only be staring Jack’s way.
He grinned at her, kindly. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night,” he said.
Emily sucked in a deep breath. She took off her t-shirt, then tucked her brown hair back into its bun, nervously. She was wearing a cute, pink bra. My wife was small-chested — though bustier than Allison — and her underwear did a good job of pushing her breasts forward. The bra was only half-cups, as well, and the tops of her pink nipples were exposed to the room. It was pretty obvious that she was plenty aroused.
We all clapped, and Emily proudly thrust her chest forward. Jack gave her a thumbs up.
“Nice,” he said.
“Very nice,” Mike said.
All of us were now shirtless except Jack, who quickly took off his Hawaiian shirt. He had on a white wife-beater underneath that, covering tan skin and silvery chest hair. He looked to be in remarkably good shape, nearly as defined as Allison. His only concession to age was a bit of softness to his stomach.
Cassie gathered up the cards and shuffled again. All things considered, we’d had a surprisingly soft first go, only losing a few pieces of clothing with the one punishment and none of the all-important aces.
The next round also went fairly easily. Jack had to kiss Cassie and Allison kissed Mike. I got another chance with Emily and this time gave her a warm smooch on the lips. In that way, it was almost like we were back to playing the game in the hot tub from the night before. Except now clothes were coming off.
Still, things stayed mostly safe. We had a bad run on spades at the end, to the point where everyone was barefoot. The only major reveal was when Jack lost his undershirt, showing off his well-defined pecs. I caught Emily staring but I couldn’t complain. My own eyes were no better behaved with Allison and Cassie, and neither woman was even bare chested yet.