Every guy there couldn’t help but glance at the crotch of her bikini as she sat with her feet up in the chair and her arms wrapped around her knees. It was wildly teasing when she would occasionally lean back. Her bikini was very tightly stretched over her crotch and pussy. The subtle outline was unmistakable.
She didn’t realize it but she was playing right into their ploy and I was basically inching it along. I too began pumping her up saying things like, “What are you worried about, you’ve only lost three hands?”
Ultimately I figured what the hell; I would love to see her slip her bikini off in front of them, but at the time had no clue whether she would go through with it. There’s no doubt she was in rare form, but in my opinion not nearly intoxicated enough to go through with it. I have been married to her for seventeen years, but seriously, in the unpredictable condition she was in, I didn’t know what she would do.
After several more minutes, she apprehensively said, “Good grief, let’s at least go inside if we are going to be this immature.” I was a bit shocked. I honestly thought she would nix the game and make any excuse not to continue.
They all immediately began picking up the cards and carrying on as they gathered their drinks, and razzing the hell out of her with things like, “Oh, you won’t play. You know you won’t.”
She and I must have winked at one another twenty times during all this, almost in reassurance to one another that it was all in good fun. After getting in the room and getting all set up, they began to do shots before the game even started. Gina wasn’t to be outdone as she too threw back a few.
At this juncture I could tell she was hell bent on going through with it, but also knew she was unwittingly confident that she had been legitimately winning all along. It was quite comical watching her sneak on a pair of flip-flops. I knew she was going to consider that part of her wardrobe as she gave me a sneaky grin.
On the very first round, she and three others had to loose an article of clothing. Gina, threw her tank top onto the bed, but still looked ultimately confident as if it were just a fluke. We all sat around continuing to drink for at least ten minutes before they even began the next round.
To everyone’s surprise Gina legitimately won the next two rounds leaving three of the guys sitting in just their underwear. Again though, it appeared as if they were letting her win to keep her in the game. And believe me, she had talked enough trash up to this point, she would have a hard time backing out.
Before dealing the next hand, and the fact that someone would undoubtedly end up nude if they lost, they actually added an addendum to the rules. Even with the new rules, I could plainly see that Gina was having second thoughts, agreeing that those who became nude could get dressed after five minutes of humiliation while the remaining players worked towards victory.
As the next round was dealt, I watched as she stared at her cards with an “Oh, shit” look. She laid down three cards and was re-dealt along with the others, when she unconsciously murmured, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”