They all began chuckling saying, “Oh, the big winner didn’t get the card she needed?”
She instantly replied, “I don’t know what you’re all laughing at, two of you are about to be sitting there the way you came into this world, and all I’m loosing is my flip-flops.” They instantly began whooping and hollering about how she didn’t have flip-flops on when the game started, etc., etc., but she held to her guns and they let it ride.
Once again, they all playfully began harassing one another when Gina began riding the losers saying, “Hey this was your all’s idea. Remember, oh, let’s separate the chicken-shits. Oh, let’s separate the chicken-shits. Lose the underwear fellas.”
This went on for at least five minutes when they simply stood up, scooted their underwear down, and kicked them off. Gina watched for a couple of seconds, but as they pushed them down exposing their pubic hair and the tops of their cocks, she turned her head and put a hand over her face with a rather embarrassed smile, but quickly turned back towards them trying to act as though it was completely normal.
As a husband in this peculiar situation, I instinctively glanced at their packages. Let’s face it, if your wife is playing a strip game, and guys are exposing their cocks, you will compare yourself to what she will no doubt see, no matter how much you act as if you’re not.
I immediately noticed that one of the guys was completely average, and from what I could tell, he was nervously quite un-erect. The other young man on the other hand, had a slightly aroused thick yet limp cock that flopped out of his underwear. I knew Gina looked right at it, but played it perfectly nonchalant. It was larger than mine, and that bothered me for a split second, but not enough for me to let it interfere with what was transpiring.
Both guys draped a hand and arm over their genitals as they sat there with Gina relentlessly harassing them saying, “Oh, let’s play strip shots, let’s play strip shots… Remember you have five minutes, yep you do.”
Not more than a few minutes later she and the last guy wearing underwear dealt their cards and by this time Gina was seriously feeling the shots she had consumed over the course of the evening. As she picked up her cards, again she got that intense look of, “Oh, shit,” as she intently focused and repositioned her cards several times. She ultimately laid her cards down in a reluctant, “I’ve been cheated” manner.
After being re-dealt, she instantly threw her cards face down and said, “Ok you win. I quit… Hey, you said I could quit anytime.”
They all simultaneously began laughing high fiving one another, “Oh, no, Oh, no, you have to. Remember us chicken-shits sitting here naked, what’s up with that? Let’s put our money where our mouth is… We had to. Yes, yes, we had to, take’em off.”
She quickly looked at me grinning almost as if hoping I would say something to keep her from having to do it when I replied, “I’m out of this. This is your all’s game, not mine.”
Her knees began bouncing a mile a minute as she nervously put her hands over her face. This went on for several minutes, when she finally said, “Ok, turn your heads and I will.”