Not a chance

Lady Luck isn’t treating me any better, probably she’s trying to get me nude too. Before my mother-in-law’s turn I had already “payed her” with my socks and shirt. She pats the growing pile of clothes next to her “Maybe next time we should play with an audience. Or I could sell tickets.” I can tell that she is trying to fluster me so that I make a mistake.

I land on a Community Chest. Finally! A chance to get back in the game. I pick up the card and my face drops. My mother in law takes the card and reads aloud “Theatre donation! Lose $100 dollars!” She snickers “I wonder how the theatre feels getting your pants instead of money. At least you could put on a show for them! Maybe I’ll talk to my friends at the local theatre and make you dance on stage once we’ve got your cock on display!” She laughs hilariously at my predicament. I nervously stand up, aware of my hard-on resulting from her teasing, and drop my pants.

My mother in law gasps, noticing the 6.5inch “tent” I’m unsuccessfully trying to hide. “Well we’ll well, I can see why my daughter loves you. But it’s still a little tough for me to get a clear picture so I’m still going to have to get you bare-balls naked.” I protest, “Can’t we just stop here? I’m humiliated and want to get dressed. You can keep the money!”

My mother in law replies “It was never about the money. Your dear wife and I left her money in the kitchen on purpose. We knew you would rather risk humiliation than lose her money. I only wish she was here to see you shaking. Besides, you already agreed to this! So we will play another round. If you do not land on any of my properties, you can get dressed and have all her money back plus mine! But if you lose . . . we will stand up, walk outside, and I will yank down your boxers for the big unveiling myself!” She laughs loudly, eying my last shred of modesty and clothing.

I accept my fate.