Strip Poker

"How are we going to do this?" Ria asked, whom had clearly not caught the wink shared between Peter and yourself. "This could be all over with the boys could be down to their skivies in a few minutes!"

"That's fighting talk, Ria! I like it! " Peter hollered loudly in approval , and took a deep swig from his glass.

"I've got an idea to make it a little more interesting, and to draw it out a tad longer before we discover if the boys' boxers have any skid marks or not!" Emma suggested, before quickly slipping off her stool , and headed for a cabinet on the far side of the room.

Once again you're reminded of her previous occupation at a model. Even by just walking she knows how to keep your interest by swaying her hips, and you **** yourself to avert your gaze away from her swaying, and shapely rear before Ria still seated next you notices anything . Glancing over at Peter you notice that he too was following Emma's movements as well and in his slightly intoxicated state made no attempts to hide from the fact thst he was ogling his new girlfriend's derriere. The lucky bastard.

Emma returned a few moments later with a handful of markers, in four different colours, and started to hand them out to each of you. She picked out the red ones for herself, green for Ria, blue for yourself , and finally yellow for Peter.

"Five games...." Emma explains, as if she's already put some thought into this, or perhaps have played something similar before, though from the look on his face apparently not so with Peter . "One marker per game and raise, and then we'll see in the end who's collected most tokens from who. If someone clearly has the majority of someone else's tokens, then they choose either which item of clothing the loser takes off, or... " Emma paused for dramatic effect, and her electric blue eyes sparkled with mischief "...they get to take off the item the loser chooses themselves!"

"Seems interesting enough..." You replied, whilst glancing at Ria making sure to check that she is still on board with this game. From the look on her face it was readily apparent that she was. Your lovely wife truly was great fun to be around when she let her hair down. Hopefully her budding friendship with Emma would allow that fun loving side of her to come out more often. "I guess that it's up to each player if they want to spend their own tokens first, or the tokens they've already won from the others...?"

"Exactly!" Emma replied with a beaming smile, though you could tell she hadn't come up with that idea herself yet. "What do you say, guys?"

"Let's do this shit! " Ria shouted out enthusiastically, once again serving to remind you of how much she had drunk so far.

"You heard the lady, Em." Peter stated, favouring your wife with an approving look. "It's your turn to deal. Ria you have to put in the small blind. Dan you are the big blind".

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The first few turns sees a very cautious use of markers, as everyone is trying out the new rules for size . Obviously none of you wants to be in too much debt to any one particular person, at least not when you're unsure of what kind of items will be the first to be discarded.

At the end of the full five games that constitutes as a round, it is apparent that you're the one at the bottom, with just two red markers, a couple of green, and none of the yellow. Ria possessed none of yours, as you gave her from the ones you won from Emma in the first game , but she's has only managed to save four of those after losing the last couple of rounds. Emma had won the third and fourth rounds, but both Emma and yourself had lost badly to Peter in the last round, with his 'straight' trumping your three queen's, and her two pair. That made Peter the obvious winner though, with about a third of your own, and almost as many red.

"I told you that I was gunna bring my A Game to the arena!" Peter gloated, as he examined the tokens in front of him. "Now I trade them in for an article of clothing from the person I have most tokens of, right?"

"That's right, apart from the fact that all tokens go back to their original owners at the end of the five game round ". Emma confirmed with a sly grin. "That means that Dan has the honour of being the first to remove some clothing. What part of him do you want to see first?"

"Great". Peter muttered, taking a few moments to count the tokens in front of him, obviously disapointed that you're the first one to be losing some clothing, as oposed to Ria or Emma. "Er... take off your watch I guess!"

"That's not clothing!" Emma protested, but was swiftly out voted three to one in the matter, so you remove your Tommy Hilfigger bracelet style watch, and place it on the table.

"Look at the muscles on that wrist!" Emma remarked with a naughty smile. "That must be your wanking hand, Dan !"

As you cringed internally you glanced over at Ria to see how she reacted to Emma's crude remark. To your great surprise your wife doesn't seem annoyed at all. Quite the opposite in fact. "Oh, he doesn't need to do that. That's what I'm here for!" A smile that was just as naughty as Emma's spread itself over your wife's features. "And believe me when I tell you this, Emma.... I need both hands!"

If there was anyone as surprised that you at Ria's reply it was Emma. It certainly wasn't easy to detect, but having been around the former model long enough you were able to catch the look of surprise that briefly flickered across her beautiful face, before it quickly disapeared, and was replaced by another naughty smile. "I'm glad to hear that you take care of your man, Ria!" She stated, causing both her and Ria to giggle like schoolgirls for a few moments, before she turned her attention back to you. "She needs two hands eh? I guess that we'll see if that's true very soon, won't we? Ria, it's your turn to deal! "

As Ria began to retrieve the used cards from the table , and added them to the pack, Emma caught your gaze with her own, and flashed a quick wink your way that luckily went unnoticed by the two other people at the table.

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"You two are bound to run out of luck at some point, you know! " Ria exclaimed, whom shook her head in exasperation. Between Peter and Emma they had won all five games of the round, with the amount of counters owned by Ria and yourself could only be described as embarrassingly pitiful.

"Well, if it was only about luck..." Emma declared with a smile, and winked at your wife. "Either someone's just completely off their game tonight, or their wife was telling the truth about their poker skills. Or lack thereof!"

"I'm just lulling you into a false sense of security here." You said in reply to Emma's gentle jibe , though you have to admit it would be hard to argue with her. The paltry pair of three's that you went in with one the third game was a stupid move, especially up against against Emma's three Queen's. "Just you wait for it..."

"Well you better hurry up, otherwise you'll be running out of clothes at this rate, honey!" Your wife declared with a cheeky grin. "Alright Emma, what's Dan got to lose now?"

"I hope that you washed your feet recently Dan, because those socks are coming off!" Emma replied.

"Didn't know you had a thing for feet, Emma!" You say with a chuckle, as you make a show of remove your socks one at a time, roll them into a ball, and stuff them into one of your shorts' pockets.

"I don't. Next time I won't be so merciful". Emma declared, and threw in a mock evil laugh for good measure, which-thanks to the drinks that we'd so far consumed-all laughed at.

"Good. This is much too tame so far, and it's taking too long". Peter complained, before taking another deep gulp from his glass.

"Yeah, I have to agree, Emma". Ria stated, after she took a deep sip of champagne from her flute. "It's getting a bit late as well. Is there a way of speeding this up a bit?"

"Are you that **** to see Pete and I in the buff, Ria?" The blonde beauty asked with a teasing smile, that caused your wife to blush, and to lower her gaze . "I agree though, this is taking a bit too long". Emma stated , breaking the tension that had been threatening to fill the air. "How about each round lasts only three hands?"

"Sounds good to me, babe!" Peter said in agreement, and despite yourself you find yourself inwardly cringing at him calling Emma 'babe'. She certainly could do better than him.

"Good. I'm quickly going to the ladies, and we can get this going. Anyone need a top up?" Emma asked, flawlessly keeping up her duties as hostess, and quite noticeably not responding to Peter's term of endearment to her "I'll be right back. Dan you're dealing next".