Ian gets stripped, but doesn't lose yet.

I still had on a full outfit: shirt, undershirt, boxers, and I could count my belt. Amy must have warmed up by now, but under her blanket she was still wearing a soaked belly shirt and tight shorts. Rachel was still in shirt and jeans, but Elizabeth had been down to her underwear for a while now.

Talia, magnificently exposed, refreshed everyone's drinks without a hint of shame. I dealt. To my surprise, Talia sat back down and took part in the deal. What happens if she loses? I wondered.

Rachel lost the hand, but she was so horny by now that her jeans came off in a flurry and she demanded that we continue. Her panties were red lace.

I lost the next deal, and removed my belt. "Fuckin' weak." Amy slurred into her drink. I noticed that Elizabeth was more flush than she had been, and that she, too, was still nursing her refreshment. I took a drink, and dealt. I lost that hand too.

"More like it!" Amy called. She had dropped the blanket, her wet shirt clung to her chest just as much as her red hair gleamed wet on her head. I removed my shirt. Elizabeth smiled.

Amy stripped off her damp shirt on the next hand. It plopped on the floor next to her. She'd chosen a white bra that was nearly translucent from the rain. Her nipples were erect against the fabric.

When I lost, Talia reached behind me and stripped me of my undershirt, her breasts rubbing against my bare back as she did. I was straining against my pants by now, and shifted uncomfortably. If I lost, I could free myself from them, and maybe Talia would reward me.

We showed our cards, and before I knew who had lost, Amy was standing to remove her wet shorts. Then she grabbed her blanket again. Rachel caught my eyes. We were thinking the same thing.

I was glad to remove my own pants once I lost the next hand. My erection tented my boxers, but I didn't care. Plenty of liquid courage and the appreciative eyes of at least three women made me bold. I sat back down and picked up the cards. Amy was moving under blanket.

To our surprise, Talia lost. She put her cards down, closed her eyes, and started masturbating right in front of us. She was so pent up that immediately her breath was as quick as her motions, and pretty soon she had a finger inside. I checked around the room. Rachel's face showed that this had been the plan all along, and her hungry eyes revealed that she hoped to be doing something similar, soon. Elizabeth registered surprise, but was nevertheless intrigued. Her cleavage moved faster with her breathing. Amy, who was probably already treating herself under the blanket, made no protest.

While Talia continued to pet herself, I dealt the next hand. Rachel had the low hand, and happily removed her shirt. As usual, she had no bra, and her milky chest was on display. She brought a couple of fingers up to a nipple, and started rubbing through her panties.

Amy was next. She dropped the blanket to the floor and unhooked her bra. Her spectacular tits bounced free, and she massaged one as her other hand went back into her panties. Self-control was wanting in our group by now, and the next hand could have been the last.

It was me. My hand sucked, and I knew it, but I was only too happy to take off my boxers and show off my full erection. Amy moaned, Elizabeth licked her lips. Talia had two fingers in herself now and was close to finishing by the sound of it.

Rachel spoke up. "We keep playing. If Ian loses again, he does the forfeit with Talia. We all nodded.

Amy lost next, happy to have her panties out of the way. She didn't go back to masturbating, though, and instead stared at my dick. She was hoping, somehow, to end up with it inside her.