Strip poker

A strip poker game is a fairly common pastime, and many, I think, have taken part in such entertainment among slightly tipsy close friends more than once.

The essence of such an event is quite simple: the loser of each round removes one item of clothing. Usually, it's agreed upon in advance what counts as one item of clothing and what doesn't, the order of putting removed items back on, and what penalty to apply to a loser who refuses to remove something.

Anton, in whose apartment we gathered for a party to celebrate my arrival in my recently left hometown, after about half an hour

of toasts and speeches, established as the host:

– we're playing "perevodnoy durak" (a card game), every man for himself;

– watches, glasses, handkerchiefs, jewelry, and costume jewelry are not considered clothing items;

– socks (knee-highs, stockings) count as a pair for one item;

– removed clothing is not won back or returned to anyone until the game is completely over;

– the game continues until one of the participants refuses to remove their "last" item;

– the penalty for the refuser is to fulfill one wish from each of the other game participants, regardless of their state of undress.

Said and done. We move from the dining table, which we were already a bit tired of sitting at, to the coffee table. Anton, cheerfully grumbling, starts rummaging on shelves and in drawers looking for a deck.

– Nadya! Where are our cards, damn it?

Nadya jumps up and starts somewhat frantically helping her husband search for the cards that have gone missing somewhere.

Taking advantage of the unexpected pause, I go to the balcony to smoke. Zhanna, the fourth and final member of today's company, volunteers to accompany me.

Bumming a cigarette from me, Zhanna asks, just to avoid smoking in silence:

– So, how are you there, in the new place?

– Yeah, seems okay.

– Where are you living?

– Renting an apartment for now, we'll see.

– How's work?

– It's alright. What I expected.

– Uh-huh, I see...

– Yeah...

We fell silent, taking drags and exhaling smoke.

– And I'm here by chance today. Nadya called, invited me. Said there was an occasion. But didn't say what occasion. I didn't know you were coming.

– Hey, you two! Enough poisoning yourselves! How much longer? Nadya can't wait to take something off already!

It's Anton. Apparently, the cards have been found.

– Not true! It's Anton who can't wait to show off his new underwear!

Everything's clear – the hosts are already warmed up for the game.

– We're coming, we're coming! – I took Zhanna by the elbow, pretended to push her towards the door. – Not so loud, please, Zhanna is scared of your shouting, Anton.

We sat down, Anton dealt six cards each, and the game began.

– Trakh-tibidakh-tibidokh! – Anton had to part with his shirt after the first round.

Throwing the removed item onto the sofa, he dealt again.

– Oh, for crying out loud! What bad luck today! – following the shirt, a T-shirt flew off.

The third item to adorn the sofa was my shirt. There was no T-shirt under it, though, so Anton and I were immediately even.The women snickered slyly, and Zhanna suggested her friend drink to their success. Anton and I, naturally, wished to join.

Nadya's light pink blouse, placed on top of my shirt, gave Anton a reason to suggest refilling the glasses – this time for the beginning of a radical turn. The ladies participated.Zhanna's T-shirt with a cheerful, colorful pattern on the chest landed on Nadya's blouse. The radical turn needed consolidation, and we amicably consolidated it by drinking another shot each.

Funny: the women had completely identical bras: soft beige, decorated with white lace. They only differed in size: Zhanna's bust was slightly more modest in volume. However, since Zhanna herself is generally more petite than Nadya, it didn't spoil the picture at all.

The game continued with varying success. We, naturally, gradually exacerbated this success with more drinks, and although Anton poured very little into the glasses, the women ended up quite tipsy. And I, to be honest, also had a good buzz going in my head. Anton surely did too.

Shirts, T-shirts, trousers, jeans, a skirt, socks, even a pair of tights piled up on the sofa. The next item destined for the same place was one of the two remaining items of clothing on Nadya, or rather, underwear. Giggling drunkenly, she pretended she was going to take off her panties, but Anton playfully protested:

– Hey! It's too early to take off panties – Valera and I are still dressed!

– And who's stopping you from undressing?

– The night is still young! – Anton demonstratively squeezed his crotch through his underwear and winked at Zhanna.

Zhanna grabbed her breasts, jiggled them:

– Yeah, right. We'll finish up quickly now and have a group session. Nadya, up for a group session?

– Easy!

Nadya unclasped the bra, and it smoothly glided to its designated place. Like her friend, Nadya played with her breasts, only now bare, and not both at once, but one at a time.

It was getting hot: usually it never went as far as removing underwear! The game would stop, the culprit would clownishly crow, sing, dance as requested by the others – and that was it. But here they undressed all the way to bare tits.

– Don't show off to me – show off to Valera over there, – Anton jerked his head in my direction. – I've seen them a thousand times.

Despite the apparent calm, Anton, as it seemed to me, still got a bit nervous. Well, of course: it's not every day a wife bares herself in front of another man, and in front of her own husband!

Probably that's why I kept quiet, didn't say that I... had seen them too. And not only. Seen them. Not a thousand times, of course, but quite enough. Nothing to be done now, can't turn back time. I once couldn't resist and gave in to one of Nadya's many provocations. And then another time. And another. And more than once...

Anton, of course, doesn't know this. But he might suspect.Better not think about it for now, and not look at Nadya's chest.The next round Anton lost – was left with a full hand of cards. All three of us looked at him, expecting the game to end there. Anton would crow something for us, everyone would get dressed, and we'd move back closer to the snacks.

But that wasn't the case. Dark blue family underwear rustled over Zhanna's head somewhere into a corner. Anton's member, having gained unexpected freedom, began to lift its head with small jerks in time with his heartbeat. Everyone stared at the suddenly revealed spectacle.

– Anton! Have you lost your mind? Get dressed immediately! – from indignation, Nadya seemed to sober up a bit.

– Back off. Everything's fair. You're sitting there with bare tits – and it's fine. And I'll be with a bare dick.

Nadya covered her breasts with her hands. Zhanna, grinning, openly gaped at the naked man and his manhood. I jealously estimated: mine is probably a bit bigger...

Anton dealt for three:

– Play without me – I have nothing left to take off!

Not immediately, but we still picked up the cards, started playing. Nadya was the first to get rid of her cards, sighed with relief. And Zhanna and I continued slapping cards on the table, each hoping until the last moment for the partner's loss.

The round ended in a draw – as happens in "durak". The naked referee made a wise decision: none of us three was considered the winner, everyone had to remove one item.Feigning embarrassment, Zhanna took off her bra and held it in her hands, fiddling with the straps. Nadya and I, however, didn't dare follow Anton's example and refused to take off our underwear.

– Don't want to take them off? Okay, then you'll fulfill our wishes. Remember, you can't refuse: a card debt is sacred.

Zhanna, you come up with a task for Valera, and I'll come up with one for Nadya.

Zhanna thought, nodded:

– Okay, but let's drink first. Anton, pour full ones!

Actually, we had already drunk quite a bit, but no one objected. Nadya covered her breast with a hand, Zhanna did too, and Anton covered nothing, his now calm member hanging peacefully. We drank, grunted, winced.

Zhanna whispered something to Anton, he agreed:

– Yeah, okay. You go first.

– No, you go first.

– Alright. I command Nadya... to take off the underwear!

And after a small pause:

– Off Valera!

For some reason, I expected something like this. Take them off, Nadya, to hell with it, my last bastion... Bastion of what?..

Nadya giggled but hesitated:

– Well, how do I... What if Valera doesn't want to?

– What do you mean doesn't want to? Who doesn't want to? Well, if he doesn't want me – fine. But doesn't want Zhanna? Or doesn't want you? If he doesn't want to – we'll make him!

Anton got worked up, and I knew from experience that nothing could stop him now. I got up from the stool, took hold of the waistband, pulled it out a little, invited Nadya with a nod:

– Come on, Nadya, do as you're told, or they won't let us die in peace anyway!

And added to myself: come on, it's not your first time! While Nadya took two or three steps towards me, my member, for reasons known only to it, briskly straightened up, so Nadya, who apparently intended to yank my underwear off, couldn't do it. She had to free the tensed member with her hand. Needless to say, such manipulations made it even more tense.Anton's apparently stood up too, for company.

Zhanna shifted her gaze back and forth, as if choosing a gift for herself.

– Zhanna, now you say what Valera has to do as punishment. Just quickly, because I already want to,

– Anton grabbed his member and pointed it towards his wife.

Holy shit!

– Oh, right. Valera, and you... you... Wait a minute.

Zhanna whispered something to Anton's ear again. He first stared at her dumbfounded, looked questioningly at Nadya, and then waved his hand:

– Try it...

– And you, Valera... go with Nadya to the other room. And you don't come out until we call you.

– And what will you be doing here?! – Nadya exclaimed indignantly, advancing on her husband with clenched fists.

It seemed to me her indignation was feigned.

– The same thing as you. Just don't say it's the first time! – Anton pressed Zhanna to himself and squinted slyly.

So... So Anton knows about Nadya's and my affairs. Fun, nothing to say.

Nadya shook her head, nodded to her husband, received a slight nod in return, looked at Zhanna. She also responded with a look, like, yeah...

I never understood what the exchange of glances among all three meant, but some vague suspicions stirred in my not entirely sober head.Anton slapped Zhanna on the butt, turned her towards the sofa, which still held the pile of our clothes:

– Well, get out of here!

We got out. We sat down in the other room on the wide ottoman, which served Anton and Nadya as a sex arena. Though, why only Anton? I don't know about anyone else, but personally I've landed here more than once.

On the other hand – what if it's just such a mean, provocative joke? I touch someone else's wife, and the husband bursts in and, as they say, gives us both a beating?

Well, let's say, he doesn't have the strength to really beat me up. But that's under normal conditions. But someone enraged by jealousy and alcohol might tap into inner reserves!

– And how long are you going to sit like that? There's a naked woman next to you, and you don't even bat an eye.

– So it's all in your hands.

– Nadya, listen, what kind of nonsense is this? Are you really planning to...?

– They can, but we can't?

– Well, Anton might come in...

– He won't come in!

This "he won't come in" sounded too confident.

– Nadya, just honestly: what is this? Planned this way? And it's not your first time?

Instead of answering, Nadya took me by the shoulders and pushed me back, tipping me onto my back:

– Lie down, lie down, my lover! I promise you something unforgettable today.

Out of nowhere, a kerchief or a light scarf appeared in the woman's hands:

– I'll blindfold you. And you relax and don't resist, okay?

I no longer doubted that there was some catch here, but I obediently let