Dinner with your guests and fiancé...

The afternoon dragged by, each second further weighing your stomach and groin with agonizing lust. Emily's comments earlier in the day echoed in your memory, and the fact that you didn't get to finish jacking off left you in a frenzy. All you could think about was Emily's Christmas picture you had hidden away. You were going to leave it somewhere for them to find. When Emily was busy in the kitchen, you quietly collected the picture and tucked it under a lounge pillow. You only hoped that Emily wouldn't find it first...

You continued to check your phone for the time. Emily went to get changed into her 'dinner attire', or so she called it, and asked for you to take the bins out. As you dragged the heavy bag outside and to the bin, you heard a car pull into your driveway. It was Stan's car, but they must have carpooled... Stan, Dan and Nate all got out of the car, laughing and chatting among themselves.

"Hey guys. What are you laughing about?" You asked, heaving the bag into the bin.

"Ah, hey Mark. Nah, don't worry about it. Stan was just telling us one of his stupid stories again." Nate explained.

"Sure okay... Uh, come on in. I heard Wendy is sick." You said as you walked to the door with the group.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Real sick. But she said to come along anyways." Dan replied, eyeing Stan for whatever reason.

"Anyway, let's go inside eh?" Stan said, letting himself into your home. Dan and Nate followed, then so did you.

You let out a hard breathe when you saw Emily. Her light dress wrapped around her womanly figure snugly, showing off all her curves... In the most revealing way. The sides were cut down too low and you had full view of her side-breast. So did Nate, Stan and Dan, which was evident by the way they looked at her with stupid smiles. Perhaps it was the view of the bottom-half of her ass which the short dress failed to cover.

Emily greeted them warmly with a close hug and kiss on the cheek, one after the other. Stan seemed to be the most bold in embracing your fiance quite firmly and a little too long, while Dan and Nate were a little hesitant, but still very receptive.

"I'm glad you all made it. It's a shame about Wendy." Emily said with a smile.

"What about her?" Dan asked with a frown.

"That she's sick of course." Stan chimed in.

"Huh? Oh, yeah of course. A shame." Dan nodded stupidly. He was probably thinking about Emily's outfit.

Emily offered a sympathetic smile in return to his obvious stupidity.

"Anyway, come in and sit down." Emily said as the group moved into the lounge room. The guys all sat down on the 4-seater with Emily, which was a tight fit, leaving you to sit on the armchair opposite.

"Oh, the drinks... Hun, do you mind?" Emily asked.

"Huh? Yeah okay, no problem..." You said, standing up. You went into the kitchen to fetch some ice-cold beers and poured Emily a wine, all the while listening as hard as you could... The group were sitting on the lounge with the picture you placed. You couldn't hear a thing, though.

You eventually returned to the loungeroom with the drinks and handed them out before taking your seat. They were chatting about something quietly, and you realised that Dan was staring at something in his hand. Your stomach churned.

"Hey uh... I think you might have left this out?" He began to say.

"Hmm?... Oh..! How careless of me...!" Emily gasped and raised a hand to her mouth.

"Holy shit, that's incredible..." Nate commented, spotting the picture in Dan's hand.

"Wow, it really is... You can see it all." Stan chimed in too, smirking somewhat.

You raised a brow. It was a good picture, but you weren't expecting that big of a response.

"What is it...?" You asked.

"Uh..." Dan held the picture up to show you. Again you couldn't hide your surprise. It was a completely different picture. Emily was laying naked on her stomach, looking back at the camera, which had a perfect angle of her ass and womanhood. Your stomach churned. The guys all just saw this picture of your naked fiance.

"Wh-what...?" You began to stammer as you looked at Emily.

"We must have left it out, hun." She said in an odd voice. She plucked the photo from Dan's hand and tossed it down on the coffee table. "Enough staring at that, you brute..." She smiled toyingly.

"Oh, haha... Sorry, couldn't help it." He said stupidly, then drank deeply.

"He's only human! Men look at things they like. Not doing that would be unnatural." Stan said with his usual smirk.

"Well I hope that's the only one I've misplaced... I'd hate to see his reaction from the other pictures." Emily said. The guys exchanged looks.

You passed time by chatting, eating and drinking a little too much. It seemed hours went by, and once you all had dinner you were once again seated in the lounge room, though a little more comfortable. Emily was slightly leaning against Stan while you all talked. While conversation was somewhat innocent, you had no doubt everyone was thinking of the same thing. You even noticed that the picture on the coffee table had disappeared.

"So now what? It's only nine o'clock." Nate said as he looked at his phone.

"Hmm... I don't have any good ideas." Stan said.

"What's new?" Emily rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Haha. Let me rephrase; I have plenty of good ideas, but none will work because there's a girl here too." He shot back.

"Oh is that so? You think I can't keep up with you 'tough' men?" Emily asked with a dangerously raised brow.

"Are you gonna prove it?" Stan egged her on.

"Name it." She crossed her arms and smirked, her large chest almost spilling from the sides of her dress.

"Okay. Poker." Stan said. It was a little too calculated.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine. Deal the cards." She said with a wave of her hand.

"Woah, hold on. What's at stake?" Stan asked.

"I've always known you had a gambling problem." She smirked.

"Whatever! Fine, you don't have to bet money. I'll put in... a thousand bucks!" He announced with a smirk.

"Jesus, the company must pay you too much." You muttered and shook your head.

"I'm not betting a thousand dollars, you damn fool." Emily laughed.

"That's fine. I don't want that. If you lose, you have to show us the rest of those photos!" Stan declared with a grin.

"Oh yeah, I'll bet five hundred!" Dan exclaimed.

"Really? Easy money then! Deal." Emily said with a laugh.

"Woah, not so fast... We're putting in money every round. How about this... Strip poker. If you lose your hand, you have to take a piece of clothing off." Stan pushed on. You could almost hear the other guys hold their breath in hopeful anticipation.

"We know how it works, Stan." You rolled your eyes, but you really wanted to know what Emily would say. You watched her from the corner of your eye, heart beating hard in your chest.

"Eh, forget it. Knew I was right." Stan shrugged.

"Psh, yeah right. Fine. Strip poker... But you have to put money in too." Emily looked at Nate. He looked towards you sheepishly but then nodded.

"Alright, let's play!" Stan said with a smirk.