Sam, and she strips naked

While Karen shuffled the cards, Sam wanted to know if it would be the last hand, if she, Karen or John lost.

"Why would it be the last hand?" Karen asked. "Every game needs a winner."

"We play until only one of us is not naked?" Sam wrapped her arms tighter around her naked torso, knowing that Phil was just waiting for a chance to get a look at her bare breasts. Up until this moment, she had thought there was a one in four chance of ending up naked. Now it was three out of four.

"Would you like to play as a couple?" Phil asked.

"Huh?" Sam and John looked confused.

"The first couple to get completely naked loses and has to stay naked for the rest of the night. The other couple wins," Karen explained.

That way, Sam liked her chances a lot better. If Karen and Phil lost their remaining clothes, she wouldn't be **** to play against John and could finish the game with her panties on. But what was that about the rest of the night?

"What do you mean, stay naked for the rest of the night?" Sam asked. "Can't we get dressed after the game?"

"I told you, she's boring," Karen said to Phil.

"Excuse me? I'm sitting right here."

"I know. And as usual, you're spoiling everyone's fun."

"I'm not!"

"Prove it and take a chance."

"Fine, the losing couple stays naked for the rest of the night," Sam agreed.

She was just thinking about her chances of denying Phil a look at her private parts for an entire night when she was dealt a bad starting hand. Karen and Phil were dealt much better cards, as was John. Her husband gave her an apologetic look.

"Let the kitty out," Karen told her former high school friend with a grin.

Holding her breath, Sam stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Feeling the eyes on her bare breasts, she **** herself to pull the panties down, revealing a thick bush of pubic hair. As quickly as she could, Sam sat back down and covered her nakedness with her hands and arms.

Now she and John were only one bad hand away from losing the game and having to stay naked all night.

Aware of her poor odds, Sam gained some hope after Phil lost the next two hands. First, his shirt joined the other removed clothes on the living room floor, and then his boxers had to go. Sam would have denied it by any means, but she had checked out the bulge in his crotch a few times. Once his semi-erect manhood was exposed, she stared openly. It wasn't completely hard, and was already was a good inch longer than John's cock when it was fully erect.

"Jealous?" Karen asked, smiling, and blew her husband a kiss, before turning to John. "Now it's just the two of us. My panties or your boxers. What will it be?"

Sam watched the unfolding action intently, lowering her head as soon as it was clear that John had lost the last hand. Karen jumped out of her seat with joy, her breasts wiggling. "Let's see what you got, Johnny boy."

Looking down at his feet, John pulled down his boxers, revealing his manhood. Neither Karen's bouncing boobs nor his completely naked wife had helped his cock get hard. Instead, it was as flaccid as possible, making the difference between him and Phil even more obvious.

"Well, some people love the little things in life", Karen giggled.

"Shut up!" Sam fumed.

"All right, all right. Let's focus on the end result," Karen replied. "We won. You lost."

"Whatever."

"Well, I guess I'll take these." With those words, Karen gathered all of Sam and Paul's clothes to take them to another room. This was even more important to her than getting dressed like her husband.

Soon there was one fully clothed and one completely naked couple. Sam was still sitting in her chair, an arm across her breasts and a hand over her pussy. John's hands were folded in his lap, hiding his flaccid cock.

"How about I make us some drinks before we play another game?" Karen asked and without waiting for an answer she was gone, only to return a few minutes later with four Long Island iced teas.

"When do we get our clothes back?" Sam asked, reluctantly uncovering her breasts to take a cocktail from the tray Karen offered her and John.

"Since we said the losing couple has to be naked for the rest of the night, I think dawn would be a good time."

"We have to stay here all night?"

"No, you don't," Karen smiled and pointed to the window. "You can go home anytime. Your house is right over there."

"But we would have to go naked," John concluded, knowing that this part of town was still very busy at this time of night. Following Sam's lead, he took a big gulp and noticed how strong Karen made the cocktails.

"Your choice," Karen said to her guests. "We still have time for some games."