Strip Poker

"I know," you say with a wicked smile, "Does anyone have a deck of cards?"

Melissa nods and walks out of the room. When she returns she's holding a pack of bicycle cards.

"Let's play Strip Poker," you say removing the cards from her hands.

Your husband snickers, "You'll loose all you clothes by the time the night is through my dear, you are the worst poker player on the planet."

You laugh and reply, "I know, my love. That's the point."

Melissa sits down at the large table and begins to shuffle. She deals out the cards slowly. You glance around the table as everyone picks up their hands. Hard to read what the rest of the group has, you think

Glancing over at Martin, you hope he's the first to lose. You can't help but wonder how large of a dick he's hiding beneath his trousers. Slowly you pick up your cards.