John gets involved

The laughter had started to die down, the energy in the room slowly shifting. The dares had reached their peak, and while they’d been fun, you could tell that the excitement was beginning to wane. The women exchanged smiles, giggling to themselves as they sipped the last of their drinks.

Sarah stretched in her chair, stifling a yawn. “Alright, ladies,” she said, her voice light but tired, “that was fun, but I think we’re starting to run out of steam here.”

Olivia nodded, looking relieved as she tugged at the hem of her dress. “Yeah, I’m about done with dares for the night.”

The women started gathering their things, talking about how much fun the night had been. Emma and Rachel exchanged glances as they stood up, while Mia watched quietly, her lips curled into that familiar, knowing smile.

But just as the mood began to settle into the idea of wrapping up, Rachel—ever the competitive one—grinned and sat back down.

“Wait a minute,” she said, interrupting the casual goodbyes. “I’m on a roll tonight. I’ve been winning all these hands, and now you guys want to call it quits?” She folded her arms, leaning back in her chair with a teasing smirk. “Let’s kick it up a notch. Why don’t we ditch the dares and just play some strip poker?”

The room went silent for a moment, the suggestion hanging in the air. Rachel’s eyes gleamed with excitement, clearly not ready for the night to end just yet.

“Strip poker?” Sarah raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-wary.

“Yeah, why not?” Rachel shot back. “The one who's naked gets a huge forfeit—or can streak back to their room if they’re too chicken.” She grinned. “Now that would be a proper bachelorette party game.”

You can’t help but feel a rush of excitement pulse through you at the thought. Strip poker? The idea of watching these women slowly undress, layer by layer, stirs something deep inside you, and you shift slightly in your seat, trying to focus. But the excitement is hard to ignore.

“You’re seriously suggesting strip poker?” Olivia asked, her cheeks flushing, clearly unsure about the new direction.

“Well…” Sarah began, biting her lip, “I don’t know if I’m really interested in stripping in front of everyone.”

The other girls murmured in agreement, nodding along.

“I mean,” Sarah continued, glancing around at the group, “I don’t really care about seeing you guys naked.”

“I’m with Sarah,” Emma added, shaking her head with a smile. “I’ve already seen enough boobs for one night.”

You sit there, watching as the conversation ebbs and flows, the women debating whether or not to take the game further. You can tell they’re intrigued, but none of them seem quite ready to take that leap. Not yet.

Just as it seems like the suggestion might fall flat, Mia, who has been sitting across from you, leans back in her chair, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Beneath the table, you suddenly feel her foot brush against your thigh, her toes slowly tracing a line up your leg. Your breath hitches in your throat as her foot slides higher, teasingly nudging the growing bulge in your pants.

Mia’s eyes flick to yours, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “You know,” she says, her voice soft but filled with suggestion, “if John joins in, maybe we can make it worth everyone’s while. A little strip poker could be fun… if he plays.”

Her foot presses more firmly against your cock, sending a surge of heat through your body. You swallow hard, trying to maintain your composure as Mia continues to tease you under the table. The soft pressure of her foot rubbing against you makes it impossible to ignore the growing arousal tightening in your pants.

The women pause, exchanging glances, clearly considering Mia’s suggestion.

Sarah tilted her head, grinning. “Well, I guess that would make it more interesting…”

Emma chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, I see what’s going on here. Alright, if John is in, then maybe we don’t have to call it a night just yet.”

Even Olivia, who had been the most hesitant, shrugged and gave a shy smile. “I mean, it is a bachelorette party. If we’re going to play strip poker, we should probably have a guy involved… right?”

Mia’s foot continued to press against your cock, the heat of her touch driving you to the edge as the women all turned their attention to you. The decision was in your hands now.

“Come on, John,” Rachel teased, leaning back with a grin. “Don’t tell me you’re going to back out now. You’ve had fun watching us all night. Don’t you want to get in on the action?”

The room fell silent, the women all watching you, waiting for your answer.

Mia leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper as her foot rubbed against you once more. “If you don’t join in, they’ll probably call it a night… But if you play… things could get a whole lot more interesting.”

Your pulse raced as you glanced around the table, the tension thick in the air. You could feel the heat of their gazes, their anticipation. And with Mia’s teasing touch driving you wild, the decision felt inevitable.

“Alright,” you finally say, your voice low, but steady. “I’m in.”