She quickly giggled slapping him on the shoulder saying, “Don’t try to soften me up, buddy boy, you’ll be passed out soon and I’m gonna be laughing at you tomorrow. That is if you can eek your way out of bed in the morning after the hangover I’m gonna put on ya.”
They were all razzing one another full force. I just sat watching, cracking up as they played their drinking game. After several rounds, one of them said “Mr. Arnett, with the utmost respect, sir, I believe your wife is cheating so we might need to raise the stakes.”
I simply replied laughing, knowing almost instinctively what he might be alluding to, “Yes, she does appear to be kicking your asses. What’s on our mind?”
He immediately uttered, “Strip shots.”
Now Gina was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in midspeech saying, “Oh, aren’t we funny, I’m winning and you’re all talking about taking clothes off? Try again!”
I should mention that Gina had been overtly flirting with these young men for a couple of days by this time. Actually, she and I had a game of our own we had been playing the last few vacations. I always enjoyed her purposeful flirting and told her many times over the years how much it turned me on.
In fact it took several times playing our little game before she finally confessed that it kind of turned her on too. From the beginning though she warned me that flirting was the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was quite enough, and the only reason she continued to do it was because of how it paid off in our bedroom, further telling me that there was “never” any reason for it to go further.
She always emphasized this because of the one and only time I ever told her about a wild fantasy of mine, a fantasy involving watching her fuck another man. It was simply a file her brain refused to process. She later told me that she thought the only reason a man would have such a fantasy would be because he wanted to justify being with another woman, basically “You fucked another guy, I’m going to fuck another woman.” I understood what she was saying, but it honestly wasn’t my goal.
So flirting in front of me became our spicy compromise.
As the night progressed, the young men continued needling her insisting that “Strip Shots” separated the chicken-shits from the real players. God love her too, she was so into winning she didn’t even see the setup being orchestrated. I knew full well that they were basically letting her win and carefully timing their moment in which the payoff would be her sitting there completely nude.
I have to say that I began getting turned on by the possibility as well. I’ve seen Gina nude a million times, but never in front of a pack of horny young men, who can say that?
I kept my mouth shut for a while when suddenly I blurted, “Awe hell, baby, you’re cleaning their clocks, they’ll be the ones sitting there looking silly.”
As she jokingly put her feet up in the chair and tightly wrapped her arms around her legs, rather like trying to completely cover herself, she began giggling replying “For crying out loud, everyone here has about three articles of clothing on. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I’m winning and are trying to make me quit.”