Mandy

"Your husband left you all alone?" Raja asked as I approached their table. He stood up and pulled out the chair next to him for me.

What a gentleman

I looked him up and down. He wasn't as large as Petyr. He had more of an athlete's frame - soccer probably - which fit nice into his slender black jeans and well-fit quarter zip pullover. His normally, scraggly bleached hair was gelled up to look like he just rolled out of bed.

"I don't think I'm alone, am I?" I asked to both Raja and Petyr. They both smiled.

"Definitely not," Petery responded. My eyes roamed over his upper body. His biceps strained his polo, seemingly threatening to tear it at the slightest flex. An extra button was undone and I could see the makings of the tribal design tattoo he had on his chest.

"I just can't imagine leaving a woman like you, even if it is for a woman like that." Raja nodded toward the table where Scott had joined Tina.

"Especially with men like us around," Petry added.

"Men like you?" I asked in a teasing tone. "What is it that he should be worried about men like you?"

"Well," Raja said. "Beautiful women are irresistible to us. And we seem to be irresistible to beautiful women." He shot me a wicked grin.

"And what makes you think you'd be so irresistible to me?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, you're here," Raja answered. He seemed to be the more playful of the two.

"I was just looking for a place to eat," I responded, continuing the game. "This place is packed."

"Then let's eat," Petyr said. "And drink." He flagged down the waitress.

"A bottle of your finest Merlot, please," Petyr asked of the waitress. We ordered a few appetizers and meals and off the waitress went to grab our wine.

"How did you know I'd want a Merlot?" I asked.

"I can tell," Petry responded. A sly grin formed across his chiseled chin.

He wasn't wrong

"Your husband could have joined us, you know?" Raja said.

"Are you two not enough to take care of me yourselves?" I asked, coyly. They both laughed.

"Trust me, we are more than enough," Petyr said.

"We just don't want him to feel like he's unwelcome," Raja said.

"I appreciate it," I said. "But I told him to go shoot his shot with Tina over there."

"That's very generous of you," Raja said.

The wine came then our food came and I couldn't help but notice Raja and Petyr scarfing down their meals and refilling my wine glass every time I took a sip. They were cute and fun and distracting enough to keep me from constantly looking over at my husband and the incredibly busty young blonde girl that kept laughing at all his silly jokes. Raja had actually won the trip, just like Scott and I. His girlfriend broke up with him just two weeks before they were supposed to go, so he decided to bring his best friend with him.

"She was a bitch anyway," Raja clarified. "I'm better off with my boy Petyr." He landed a few hardy slaps on his buddy's broad shoulder.

"I give better head," Petyr said with a grin and a wink. I couldn't help but chuckle.

Wait, he wasn't serious was he?

When the check came, Raja was quick to grab it.

"I can charge our part to our room," I offered.

"No way," Raja replied. "I'm here for free, remember?"

"So am I," I said. "Well, I guess I owe you then."

"Your company is payment enough," Raja replied. I couldn't help but blush.

"Well, I think I might owe you a bit more then," I said as we all got up from our seats. All the wine caught up with me and I got a bit light-headed for a moment. Petyr noticed and slipped his arm under mine for support.

"Maybe we should just walk you home," Petyr said. "We did give you a lot of wine."

"I'll be OK," I said. "I can handle my ****."

Raja placed his hand on my lower back and guided me toward the door. I couldn't help but marvel at each of these men as we walked back to their room. Which of them do I want to sleep with more?

Raja is so handsome. He has such a great body - so cut and chiseled. Petyr, on the other hand, was jacked. Buff. Literally overflowing with dreamy, muscles that could make any woman melt.

How do I choose?

Do I even have to choose?

Of course I have to choose! I'm not ready for a threesome. Not yet.

When we got outside, both men slipped an arm under one of mine and they guided me across the pool area toward their room.

"My room is that way," I said sarcastically as we passed it by.

"Oh no, we missed it," Raja said. "We can't go back now."

"Some more wine?" he asked as we entered their room.

"No, I'm good," I replied. "I can't drink anymore. I could use some water though." Petyr smiled and grabbed each of us a bottled of water from the mini fridge. I looked around the room, noticing how it looked almost exactly like ours except... messier.

"You guys only have one bed?" I asked.

"We snuggle," Petyr replied, completely deadpan. "You think I'd be big spoon, but Raja likes the big spoon."

"Petry sleeps on the couch," Raja said, shooting an elbow into Petyr's thick bicep. I laughed along.

"How do you fit?"

"Not well."

"Let's play a game," Raja offered.

"What kind of game?" I asked. Raja grabbed a deck of cards from the countertop.

"Strip poker," he replied, enthusiastically.

"He keeps asking to play strip poker," Petyr said. "He really wants to see my dick."

"It's a good dick," Raja said with a shrug. "But that's not why I want to play this time." He looked at me with an obvious implication.

"I don't know how to play poker," I replied. "I don't think I'd be very good at it."

"That's sort of the point," Raja said with a grin.

"Besides, I only have this dress on. It would be a pretty quick game."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Raja asked. He sat down in the armchair and started shuffling the cards. Petyr rearranged the furniture so that the coffee table was close enough to the armchair and the couch for us to all sit around, then I took a seat next to him on the couch.

"Can we make it more simple?" I asked. "I really do not know how to play poker and I'm afraid that you boys would take advantage of me."

"We would never, Ms. Mandy," Petyr assured me. "But we can play a different game if you insist."

"What are you thinking?" Raja asked.

"Why don't we play this game me and my friends call High Card," I answered. "I draw a card and I get to decide if I want to keep it or get another card. If I get another card, I have to keep the second card. Highest card out of all of us wins. Well, maybe we should do lowest card loses and has to take off some clothes."

"Sure," Petyr said, looking at Raja with a smirk. "Let's do it."

"OK! One more thing - if you pull a second card and it is the same as the first card, you win."

Raja shuffled again then dealt me a card. An 8.

"Hit me," I said.

Raja flipped the next card - a King.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. I pumped my fist into the air.

Raja dealt Petyr his first card. A Queen.

"Yes!" Petyr said. He clapped his hands together. "I stay."

Raja dealt himself his first card. A ten. He flipped the second. A king.

"Shit!" Petyr shouted. "You're dealing from bottom, this is bullshit." He went to grab the cards from Raja who pulled them away.

"No, no, no," Raja teased. "First, you take off your shirt. Then you get to deal."

Petyr stood up and unbuttoned the last button of his polo shirt then pulled it up over his head.

Wow

I nearly gasped as his upper body took over my view. His pecs were... impeccable. His abs were... absolutely incredible. His shoulders were... fine, I'll stop with the puns, mainly because I can't think of one for shoulders. Maybe something about being soldier-like? Fine, moving on. He had a tattoo of something written in another language, probably Polish on his ribcage and another of a cross on his upper bicep that was previously hidden by the arm of his shirt.

"My turn to deal," he said, grabbing the deck from Raja. He dealt us out and Raja ended up being the low card after he passed up on a ten only to draw a three. He did a bit of a wiggle as he removed his shirt, revealing a body that was just as cut and sculpted as I remembered from the pool. I could have spent the rest of the night just trying to count all the abs he had.

The boys made fun of my shuffling but I got the last laugh as I hit on a 3 only to draw another 3, leaving Petyr the low card once again. He grunted before standing up and sliding off his pants. Images of his large, dangling prick flashed through my brain as I took in the sight of it bulging through his tiny boxer briefs.

Raja dealt again which resulted in himself landing the low card.

"Motherfucker," he yelled as a five came out on his second card. "This game is bullshit. I knew we should have played poker."

"I'm beginning to think this was all a ploy to get each other naked," I teased. I was certainly happy with my decision to suggest this game as I watched Raja tug off his jeans. The bulge in his briefs wasn't quite as impressive as Petyr's but I had seen enough of him at the nude beach to know what I'd be working with and I must say that I was eager to get my hands on it.

"You better deal her low," Raja said, looking at Petyr. Their frustrations were adorable. Petyr shuffled the deck then flipped over a card for Raja.

A king.

"Yes!" Raja shouted, pumping his fist. "Stay."

Petyr flipped a card for himself.

A ten.

He thought for a moment then looked at Raja.

"You gotta hit," Raja said. "She's been getting Jack through Ace this whole time."

Raja thought for another moment then flipped another card.

A 6.

"Fuck!" Raja shouted. Petyr slapped his knee in frustration. I bit my lip, trying to keep in the joy I had watching the two men lose it over such a silly game (and also the thought of one of them dropping their briefs after this hand was over).

Petyr flipped over my first card.

A two.

"Ok," Raja said. "Drumroll." He began rapidly slapping the coffee table. Petyr shook his head, trying to convince himself the next card would be less than his six. He looked at me, then Raja, then back at me, then flipped the next card.

A five.

"YES!" both men shouted. They leapt to their feet and high fived as if they themselves had actually performed some sort of triumphant feat. Then, at the exact same time, both of them halted their celebration and looked over at me.

I had ****. I agreed to play a strip game of cards while wearing literally one article of clothing.

Might as well make a show of it

I smirked then stood up and took a few steps back to some open floor space. Raja and Petyr's eyes were glued to me as I tugged at the thin spaghetti straps of my dress, rising my breasts up and down before dropping them and turning around. Their eyes lowered as I pulled the hem of my dress up my thighs. I stopped for a moment as the curve of my buttocks came into view, shaking my hips back and forth before quickly pulling it back down.

"Oh, come on!" Raja chanted in frustration. I winked at him over my shoulder then slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulder. The top of my dress slumped down, holding on for dear life as it clung to my breasts for a moment before I pulled it down then spun back around, facing the two European men completely topless.

They didn't say anything. They just stared for what seemed like an eternity until they finally turned to each other, looked back to me, then dropped their briefs to the ground at the exact same time.

I almost went cross-eyed trying to figure out which cock to focus on. Their penises seemed to match their bodies - Raja's seemingly a bit longer, while Petyr's appeared to have more girth. Of course I'd have to see them (and feel them) fully erect just to make sure.

It was at that moment that I realized that I hadn't quite made my mind up.

Do I chose Raja with his hard chiseled features and long cock?

Or do I chose Petyr with his bulging muscles and thick dick?

Or...

No!

Seriously, I'm not ready for that

I turned around, presenting my naked backside to the two men as I slipped the dress over my hips and dropped it to the ground. Raja and Petyr seemed to have the same idea and each took a step forward, reaching for me. I turned around and held up my hands to stop them.

"One of you," I said.

Both men looked at each other, a silent challenge passing between them.

I looked at both of them - their pleading faces, their impressive bodies and possibly even more impressive members growing harder by the sight of me standing nude in front of them. The anticipation was killing them. It was killing me!

I smiled and...