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01/07/2008
A few years back my husband Peter was stationed by his office in Manila,
the capital of the Philippines. Like the ever loyal wife that I am
(snicker) I accompanied him in his exile. At that time Peter and I were in
our mid twenties and looked more to his assignment as an adventure than
anything else.
While in Manila Peter befriended two Canadian expatriates who were about
the same age as him, whose names were Martin and Robert. Pretty soon all
three became close friends and simply inseparable. They would do
everything together. They would take their lunches, go drinking, play
golf, party and even go on vacations together.
As for me, I would often join them in their escapades and so got to know
Martin and Robert and we became close friends as well. Martin and Robert
were seeing these two Filipina beauties, Gina and Nicole. Both girls were
in their early twenties but had this youthful glow about them that made
them look just out of their teens. They were both fun loving and easy to
get along with, and would always join their boyfriends whenever they were
out with Peter and I. Needless to say, they too became my closest friends.
After spending a number of years abroad, Peter was finally recalled back
by his office. He got promoted. Much as we were ecstatic to finally go
home, we were a bit saddened having to tell our friends of our imminent
departure.
As to be expected, our friends were greatly saddened by the news but
were genuinely happy at Peter's promotion and congratulated him profusely.
They offered to throw a party for Peter and myself, just the six of us,
both as a "despedida" (going away party) and celebration for Peter's
upcoming promotion.
On the day of the party, Peter and I dressed to the nines. Peter in a
long sleeved shirt and slacks with sports coat and black dress shoes; while
I was in a white one piece halter dress, white stiletto heels and matching
jewelry. I did not bother wearing stockings because of the tropical heat,
nor did I wear a bra since the dress I wore had built in cups for breast
support. The only thing I wore under the dress was a white thong which
prevented panty lines from appearing in the dress.
We met the guys in the lobby of one of the fancier hotels where we then
proceeded to the top floor to have dinner at its fanciest restaurant, which
offered a panoramic view of the city. Both Martin and Robert came
similarly dressed like Peter in sports coats; while Gina and Nicole came
almost similarly attired in long sleeved shirts, vests and skin tight pants
which hugged and clearly highlighted their slim figures. The only
difference in their attires was that Gina's pants were in black leather
while Nicole wore stretch jeans. I found out later that they both were
wearing boots, as well.
After a fantastic dinner we went barhopping. Drinking and having fun
all throughout the night. As it was getting late and everyone seemed to be
getting drunker, I invited everybody to continue celebrating in the house
where we could all lay back and mellow out in each other's company.
Everyone agreed and so we all headed for our house.
When we got home I directed everyone to make themselves comfortable in
our living room while I got the wine. After everyone was given a glass
everyone started talking to each other. For some reason, the topic of
discussion went to strip poker which caused the exchange to get much more
lively and animated, especially between the guys.
For reasons yet unknown to me, it was I who first suggested that we
play. Yes, you can probably blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol I
imbibed or probably a Freudian desire to see another naked man aside from
my husband Pete, but it was I who set everything in motion and planted the
seed leading to my own destruction.
Upon hearing my suggestion the guys paused but a moment but heartily
agreed to play. At least from their expressions I know Martin and Robert
were most enthusiastic at the prospect of getting to see naked female
flesh, but Peter seemed to be a bit reserved, probably shocked that it was
I who initiated the game and only went along with the idea so as not to
disappoint his guests, like the good host he is.
As to be expected both Gina and Nicole were a bit hesitant to play.
Being Filipinas they were a lot more modest about having to bare their
bodies. It took quite a lot of persuading from Martin and Robert before
they finally agreed to play along, albeit most reluctantly. Truth be told,
I too joined in trying to convince the girls to play. Ironically, I
believe one of my most convincing arguments was that they need not take off
anything at all during the game, as someone else could be unluckier than
them and get stripped naked naked before they do.
Once decided we would be playing strip poker some rules had to be set.
First, The game will continue even after one player gets nude and end
after everyone is stripped naked. Both Gina and Nicole voted for the game
stop as soon as one player is stripped naked, but they were outvoted.
Second, Only the lowest hand in each game had to strip. Everyone agreed.
Third, First one stripped naked will lose all right to wear clothes for
the rest of the party. Everyone else gets to put what they lost back on.As
to be expected, Gina and Nicole, insisted that all clothing be returned
after the game; while the guys Martin and Robert insisted otherwise
claiming that this would be a good incentive for everyone to play well.
Peter abstained. As a host he didn't want any of his guests to feel
uncomfortable in his home, by having them party on nude as a consequence of
losing. But if the others decide that would be the rule, then he would
abide by it.
For my part, rather than take the same road as my husband being the
hostess of the affair, I openly sided with the guys and voted for total
nudity for the loser for the rest of the party. I really must have a mean
streak in me and must confess secretly looked forward to having one of our
guests as the loser, especially either Gina and Nicole, who looked at me
pensively as I cast the deciding vote.
After agreeing to the rules an inventory was made of each players
clothing. It was decided that each player is allowed to remove seven
articles of clothing before they get stripped.
The guys:
1. Sports Jacket 2. Shoes 3. Socks 4. Long sleeved shirt 5. Pants 6.
Undershirt 7. Boxers or briefs
For the girls (i.e. Gina and Nicole):
1. Vest 2. Boots 3. Stocking or socks 4. Long sleeved shirt 5. Pants 6.
Bra 7. Panties
My case was different. Since I was only in a one piece dress and had no
stockings, nor a bra on, I was allowed to remove pieces of jewelry to make
up for lack of clothing. Since jewelry were not considered items of
clothing which had to be stripped off, at least for the others, they can
still wear them for the rest of the party even if they do lose; unlike me
who would be literally naked as the day she was born, in case of a loss.
In my case then, the stripping will be as follows: 1. Watch 2. Earrings
3. Necklace 4. Rings/wedding band 5. Shoes 6. Dress 7. Panties
After having taken care of the rules, we arranged ourselves around our
glass topped coffee table ready to play. We girls were seated side by side
on the sofa, with me in the middle; while Martin and Robert sat facing us
on the side chairs found at either end of the sofa, while Peter took his
position directly in front of us girls, on the ottoman.
Since there was six of us playing, it was agreed that though we would
each be given five cards to start, only a maximum of three could be changed
per hand. You could easily tell that all the guys were excited and raring
to go, even Peter; while the other two girls were obviously nervous and you
could say even scared. As for me, I was calm and cool as ice and surely
exuded an aura of invincibility, never believing for a second that I could
lose.
When the first round got under way, I was pleasantly surprised that I
was immediately dealt a full house, making any change of cards unnecessary.
I just sat there with a smug and superior look in my face as the other
players scrambled to discard cards hoping to get a better combination.
Stealing glances towards the two girls beside me I could not help but
notice that they both had worried looks on their faces as they looked over
their cards. Hmmp. Talk about poker faces, there sure was a lack of that
here, at least as far as Gina and Nicole were concerned.
It goes without saying, that when everyone showed their cards, I had the
highest hand of all six players. Martin had the lowest with only an Ace
high.
To the hoots and catcalls of the other men, Martin quickly doffed his
sports coat but paused a while, unsure of whether he should hand me the
jacket or merely set it aside. After a quick discussion it was decided
that the loser of a hand must hand over the lost article to the winner, who
in turn may use the same in case he or she loses. It was also agreed, at
the insistence of I think Gina, that while the lost item was in the
possession of the winner, he or she may put it on. That was the only
concession any of the girls got that night.
As a result of the new rule, I stood up and ceremoniously donned
Martin's jacket which I am sure made me look comical due to our disparity
in size. Martin was a hulking 6 footer while I was a slender woman with a
svelte figure ( I stand around 5'6"). Despite the feeling that I was
wearing a tent on my shoulders I gamely modeled my new fashion outfit for
the others before sitting down for the next round.
The second round did not start of well for me as I was immediately dealt
garbage. Fortunately, I was able to draw a pair of Jacks after changing
the maximum number of three cards. Although not high at all, I was
nevertheless satisfied with my hand, thinking that it would surely not be
the lowest for the round. I surreptitiously looked over at the other
players and noticed that Nicole had a somewhat panicked look on her face.
This reinforced my confidence which led me in all bravado to call for
everyone to lay their cards down.
And they did.
Unfortunately, all the other players had higher cards than me with
Nicole winning the hand with a trio of fours. Gina had a pair of kings. I
gave Gina Martin's jacket happy at least to finally get its weight of my
shoulders. As she was even slimmer than me, Gina didn't bother to put the
jacket on but instead draped it over the back of the sofa.
Feeling a bit piqued at having lost the second round, I ferociously
attacked my cards just as soon as they were dealt. Alas, to my ever
increasing horror that second round was the start of my worst losing streak
ever, that I lost five hands in a row. Piece by piece I had to remove all
my jewelry and hand them over to the other players. I think my watch ended
up with Robert, my earrings and necklace with Peter and my rings with
Nicole. Nicole had a mischievous look on her face as she put my rings and
wedding band on her fingers and began modeling them for the others to
admire.
I had a queasy feeling in my stomach seeing my wedding band in another
woman's hand, but was quickly made to snap out of it when told I had lost
again. Left with no other choice, I slowly removed both my shoes and
timidly handed them over to Martin, who had finally won a round.
Play halted when a short powder room break was requested by the girls.
As we made our way to the bathrooms to freshen up, I could not help but
notice the sharp contrast the clip clopping of their boots made on the
hardwood floor as compared to the slip slapping of my bare feet. It really
made me feel already naked somewhat.
Back from the break, I immediately took stock of my situation. I was
just two steps away from total nudity, while all the other players were
still fully clothed. Some even more dressed than when they started.
Remember Nicole and my rings?
Anyway, fortunately for me, my losing streak finally ended and it was
Gina who lost to Martin. She simply handed over the jacket back to Martin
who, in turn, immediately put it back on, no doubt feeling quite happy
being fully dressed once more.
I didn't lose any of the next few hands, but my clothing sure made the
rounds of the other players. Eventually all my jewelry ended up with
either Gina or Nicole, both of whom took great pleasure in wearing them in
front of me. In addition to my rings, Nicole got my necklace which she
even had the cheek to ask me to put on her. Gina on the other hand ended
up with my watch, which she immediately put on her wrist even if she was
already wearing a watch herself (lucky for her she had on a long sleeved
shirt which hid the fact she had two watches on her arm, otherwise she
would have looked like those soldiers out looking for booty in those old
war documentaries). She also won my earrings which she too put on, but
that was ok since she wasn't wearing any in the first place.
My shoes made the rounds too, but none of the guys seemed to want to put
them on.
After a few rounds had passed, I received a potential straight flush in
eight to four diamonds, except that I was missing the seven and instead had
another five as my fifth card. So I had a low pair of fives. Stupidly, I
went for broke and discarded the five and ended up with a two of clubs,
leaving me only with an eight high hand. Peter won that round with only a
pair of threes.
(Lesson to all, never ever take chances in strip poker. Its really not
worth throwing away an admittedly low hand for a chance to get a higher
one. Chances are you will never get it and wind up with nothing. To
paraphrase a line I recall from the Mel Gibson film "The Patriot". . . Aim
small, lose small.)
I had lost. I couldn't help blaming myself for that faux pas,
especially considering that I now had to take off my dress as a
consequence. (n.b. Of course, technically, I could have removed my thong
instead of my dress but to tell you the truth, my mind was in a flux and I
could not really think straight at that time.)
The room took on a deathly silence as the other players waited in
anticipation of my impending disrobement. Like a zombie, I stood up to
peel my clinging dress from my body, shyly avoiding every ones eyes which I
felt were concentrated on me. As my hands hesitated at the hem of my dress
both Gina and Nicole both stood up on either side and mercifully pulled off
my dress for me
They did it very slow and sensuously though, allowing my audience to
feast upon and savor each and every body part of mine revealed to them.
First my shapely calves . . . then my luscious thighs. . . then moving
up to my rounded hips which was only encased by my wispy thong. . .then my
flat abdomen with my cute belly button in the center. . . then pausing
before they uncovered my heaving breasts with my now rock hard nipples
poking out. . . and finally whisking the dress off my arms overhead to
reveal my flushed and embarrassed face. . . before they, in all pomp and
ceremony, handed over my dress to Peter.
I must have stood there a minute all topless and clad only in a thong,
while my fully clothed guests sat mesmerized and openly ogling my all but
naked state. In due time, I was able to break out of my trance and took my
seat between Gina and Nicole, who seemed to be seated much closer to me
now, actually hemming me in on both sides. I could actually feel the
material of their clothing brushing against my naked skin, which made me
feel even more naked and exposed. Well, I was only in a thong and they
were in long sleeved shirts and pants weren't they.
Instead of resuming the game, Peter asked if anyone wanted fresh drinks,
saying that things seemed to be getting a bit too intense. Upon getting
what everybody wanted Peter surprised me by having me prepare the drinks
and serve it to our guests, in my present state.
Well, being the obedient wife that I am, I stood up and padded towards
the bar located across the room, fully aware and thrilled that every one's
eyes were concentrated at my undulating thong encased ass, as I sashayed
away from them.
When I got to the bar I immediately downed a stiff drink to stable my
nerves. I then proceeded to prepare what the others had ordered. Just as
I was done I was joined by Gina and Nicole who told me they would help me
carry the drinks back. As we stood beside each other finishing preparing
the drinks, I caught our reflection in the bar's mirror. I could not help
but notice how inappropriate my state of dress was compared to the other
two girls, and how aroused I was getting.
When all the drinks were finally prepared, we each took two glasses in
hand and headed back to the boys. It suddenly dawned on me as I was
walking back that my naked breasts were now fully exposed to the guy's
viewing pleasure, being unable to cover up at all with drinks in both my
hands. Well, seeing as it could not be avoided, I just grinned and bared
it so to speak. With a little smile on my face, I held my head high and
sauntered back to my place and handed Peter his drink, unmindful of all the
appreciative attention I was getting from the guys.
Once we were settled with fresh drinks, we resumed playing.
I don't know whether I am really a bad poker player or it was just bad
karma for my smug and cocky attitude earlier, but I immediately lost the
next hand to Gina despite having two pairs. As it turned out, Gina had a
full house ten and everyone else had a higher two pair and more. To add
insult to injury, both Nicole and I had identical two pairs, Queens and
fours, except that she had a higher kicker card than me. Hers was an ace
while mine was a three. As the realization of my loss started to seep in I
noticed Gina sitting close beside me with this Cheshire cat grin on her
face with her upturned palm raised. I guess she wanted my thong now.
I don't know how I got the courage, but having been made to spend the
better part of the night in various stages of undress, made my taking my
thong off simply routine. I simply stood up and peeled my thong down and
off, revealing for the first time the whole of my ass and my shaven crotch.
After I handed Gina my thong, which she proceeded to wind along her
wrist, I made a little pirouette to enable everyone to get a full view of
all my naked glory. To be honest, it felt surreal finding myself
completely and utterly nude in a room full of clothed people, all of whom
are my closest and dearest friends. In fact, I think the situation was
made even more embarrassing by the fact that I was the only one who did all
the stripping and that nobody else got close to being stripped at all.
Well, Martin did lose his jacket early on but he had since recovered it.
There was a telling silence in the air as I sat down. Probably thinking
that I was upset at having lost so badly, both Gina and Nicole hugged me
tightly against them and tried to commiserate with my misfortune. The feel
of their clothing against my bare skin greatly highlighted my feeling of
nakedness which made me feel even more embarrassed, but aroused as well.
Despite my having lost everything already, the game was supposed to
continue until everyone else got naked as well. However, before game could
resume, Gina suggested in a most sympathetic voice while holding me tight
and combing my hair with her fingers, that perhaps we should take a break
first to allow my luck to change after. Although I was against the idea,
everyone else took it up and a half hour break was called. I know I should
have made my objections known more forcefully, Well being the only one butt
naked while everyone else was fully dressed has a way of taking all the
fight out of me and made me feel inferior and subservient to them. I just
silently went along.
As the break started I was told by my lord and master to prepare a
little snack for all of us. Gina and Nicole were told by their boyfriends
to go help out, which they promised to do after they freshen up. With
that, all three of us girls left the living room to the boys, with me going
to the kitchen while the two other girls headed for the bathroom.
When I got to the kitchen I decided to serve some chips, sliced
vegetables with dip. As I was slicing the turnips into stalks, I was
finally joined by Gina and Nicole, all freshened up and ready to help out.
When I turned my eyes towards them to give instructions, I noticed that not
only where they fully clad in their long sleeved shirts, vests, tight
pants, boots and various jewelry of mine ( Gina still had my thong wound up
along her wrist), they had both raided my closet and were each wearing one
of my cardigans.
Before I could say anything, Nicole said that they were feeling a bit
cold and thought I wouldn't mind them borrowing my clothes. Imagine, I was
the one here standing nude and they were the ones feeling cold despite
their clothing. Although we had the air conditioner on, I truthfully
didn't feel the cold at all. Considering my present flushed condition my
body must be generating enough body heat to keep me warm.
Just as I was about to say something, both Gina and Nicole pleaded with
me to keep the Cardigans and promised to take them off as soon as the game
resumed. Well they both did look so good in them that I even offered to
give the cardigans to them as a farewell gift. This caused another round
of group hugging to break out among us, which did not help to ease my state
of embarrassment at all. I did insist for them to take the cardigans off
as soon as the games resumed, which they promised me to do.
As we went about busily preparing the snack, with me doing most of the
work slicing up the vegetables and preparing the dip while standing in
front of the kitchen counter while the two girls watched me while
comfortably seated at the kitchen table, we must have presented a tableau
of domesticity; except for the fact of my singular nudity.
When we were done, we loaded everything in a tray, which I carried to
the living room by myself. The two girls leisurely walked behind me no
doubt enjoying the view of my fully exposed ass. Noticing that I was being
observed from behind, I stopped and sensuously wiggled my ass at them.
This drew giggles from the girls and we all entered the living room happy.
We all pigged out on the snacks I prepared. Off course during the
course of the meal I was sent back to either the kitchen or the bar to
fetch something or another. I guess the guys weren't still tired of
watching me walk back and forth naked.
After we were through eating we three girls were sent back to the
kitchen to do the dishes. Again, it was me who did all the washing, since
the other girls didn't want to get their clothes wet. They did though
offer to wipe the dishes dry and stood beside me in front of the kitchen
sink, while doing so. In no time at all we were done with the dishes and
rejoined the men.
Meanwhile, while we were in the kitchen the phone suddenly rang with an
important call for Peter from the head office. After taking the call,
Peter immediately discussed the matter with the other guys, which was how
we found them upon returning from the kitchen. Seeing as the guys were
discussing something important us girls removed ourselves to the bar area
where we started chatting up on our own, waiting for the guys to finnish.
As it turned out, our supposed half hour break extended by about an hour
and a half. Most of which time I had to spend standing stark naked and
trying to carry on a normal conversation with my two well dressed friends
while comfortably seated in barstools. Gawd, talk about being made to feel
like a second class citizen, and in my own home even.
Eventually the guys were able to come up with a solution for what they
were discussing. However, instead of immediately resuming the game, this
had to wait till after Peter made a report to the office. This allowed
Martin and Robert to join our little tete-a-tete by the bar, with me once
more the only one naked with the two fully dressed couples.
Once Peter finally ended his call, I quickly motioned for the others to
return so as to continue with the game. To be honest, I was looking
forward to see who would join me in my naked state.
However . . .
Call it kismet, or what, but we were never got to resume the game.
Immediately upon sitting down in the sofa, Nicole let out a deep yawn and
said she was sleepy. This made Peter glance at his watch and see that it
was already the wee hours of the morning. Like the ever gracious host,
Peter suggested then to just end the game now, as it was already very late.
All the others but one agreed with him. Me. I did not like the idea of
being the only one having to strip stark naked. I wanted at least someone
else to join me. Unfortunately for me, no one else took on my side and so
the game ended with me the only one stripped nude while the others hardly
lost anything at all.
With that over, I tried looking for my dress and shoes but they were no
where around. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen Peter gathered up my
dress and shoes and placed them in the bathroom hamper and shoe rack,
respectivly, thinking that since I was the first one nude, I would have no
further need for them that night. (Remember the stipulation for the first
one nude having to party on naked.)
As I resigned myself to my continued nudity, we all said our tearful
goodbyes. For the moment, I had forgotten my singular state of nudity as I
tightly hugged each and every one of our friends in fair well. I even had
tears streaming down my face and was openly sobbing as I bade each and
every one of them adieu with a kiss. Let me tell you, there was not a dry
eye in the house that night.
Both Peter and I stood side by side at the doorway to our house as we
saw our friends out. Seeing it was in the early morning, I didn't think
anybody would catch me standing naked by the door waving our friends off.
It was only after our friends had left that I realized that my jewelry
was still with the girls. And, my thong as well, for that matter. Except
for my wedding band, I was prepared to let the girls have the rest as a
keep sake.
I was able to get everything back from the girls the next day. That is,
except for the thong which Gina swore to me she had left behind in the
hamper after using the bathroom last. I don't believe her. She had the
look of the cat that had just eaten the mouse when she told me that tale.
Anyway let her keep it if she wants it. ( An off shoot of Gina's
purloining my thong was that I never did get to wear any underwear whenever
I wore that white dress again. Somehow, I felt most comfortable going
commando in that white dress even if it was quite short. I guess I just
loved the naughty feeling of knowing I was completely nude under that
dress, in the company of others.
As a postscript, you will be happy to know that immediately after
closing the door, Peter all but ravished me and we made passionate love on
the sofa I had just spent most of the time naked. I guess he really found
having his wife spend and evening totally nude with his friends quite a
turn on. I probably shouldn't divulge any of the details here as my
husband is a very private person.
the capital of the Philippines. Like the ever loyal wife that I am
(snicker) I accompanied him in his exile. At that time Peter and I were in
our mid twenties and looked more to his assignment as an adventure than
anything else.
While in Manila Peter befriended two Canadian expatriates who were about
the same age as him, whose names were Martin and Robert. Pretty soon all
three became close friends and simply inseparable. They would do
everything together. They would take their lunches, go drinking, play
golf, party and even go on vacations together.
As for me, I would often join them in their escapades and so got to know
Martin and Robert and we became close friends as well. Martin and Robert
were seeing these two Filipina beauties, Gina and Nicole. Both girls were
in their early twenties but had this youthful glow about them that made
them look just out of their teens. They were both fun loving and easy to
get along with, and would always join their boyfriends whenever they were
out with Peter and I. Needless to say, they too became my closest friends.
After spending a number of years abroad, Peter was finally recalled back
by his office. He got promoted. Much as we were ecstatic to finally go
home, we were a bit saddened having to tell our friends of our imminent
departure.
As to be expected, our friends were greatly saddened by the news but
were genuinely happy at Peter's promotion and congratulated him profusely.
They offered to throw a party for Peter and myself, just the six of us,
both as a "despedida" (going away party) and celebration for Peter's
upcoming promotion.
On the day of the party, Peter and I dressed to the nines. Peter in a
long sleeved shirt and slacks with sports coat and black dress shoes; while
I was in a white one piece halter dress, white stiletto heels and matching
jewelry. I did not bother wearing stockings because of the tropical heat,
nor did I wear a bra since the dress I wore had built in cups for breast
support. The only thing I wore under the dress was a white thong which
prevented panty lines from appearing in the dress.
We met the guys in the lobby of one of the fancier hotels where we then
proceeded to the top floor to have dinner at its fanciest restaurant, which
offered a panoramic view of the city. Both Martin and Robert came
similarly dressed like Peter in sports coats; while Gina and Nicole came
almost similarly attired in long sleeved shirts, vests and skin tight pants
which hugged and clearly highlighted their slim figures. The only
difference in their attires was that Gina's pants were in black leather
while Nicole wore stretch jeans. I found out later that they both were
wearing boots, as well.
After a fantastic dinner we went barhopping. Drinking and having fun
all throughout the night. As it was getting late and everyone seemed to be
getting drunker, I invited everybody to continue celebrating in the house
where we could all lay back and mellow out in each other's company.
Everyone agreed and so we all headed for our house.
When we got home I directed everyone to make themselves comfortable in
our living room while I got the wine. After everyone was given a glass
everyone started talking to each other. For some reason, the topic of
discussion went to strip poker which caused the exchange to get much more
lively and animated, especially between the guys.
For reasons yet unknown to me, it was I who first suggested that we
play. Yes, you can probably blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol I
imbibed or probably a Freudian desire to see another naked man aside from
my husband Pete, but it was I who set everything in motion and planted the
seed leading to my own destruction.
Upon hearing my suggestion the guys paused but a moment but heartily
agreed to play. At least from their expressions I know Martin and Robert
were most enthusiastic at the prospect of getting to see naked female
flesh, but Peter seemed to be a bit reserved, probably shocked that it was
I who initiated the game and only went along with the idea so as not to
disappoint his guests, like the good host he is.
As to be expected both Gina and Nicole were a bit hesitant to play.
Being Filipinas they were a lot more modest about having to bare their
bodies. It took quite a lot of persuading from Martin and Robert before
they finally agreed to play along, albeit most reluctantly. Truth be told,
I too joined in trying to convince the girls to play. Ironically, I
believe one of my most convincing arguments was that they need not take off
anything at all during the game, as someone else could be unluckier than
them and get stripped naked naked before they do.
Once decided we would be playing strip poker some rules had to be set.
First, The game will continue even after one player gets nude and end
after everyone is stripped naked. Both Gina and Nicole voted for the game
stop as soon as one player is stripped naked, but they were outvoted.
Second, Only the lowest hand in each game had to strip. Everyone agreed.
Third, First one stripped naked will lose all right to wear clothes for
the rest of the party. Everyone else gets to put what they lost back on.As
to be expected, Gina and Nicole, insisted that all clothing be returned
after the game; while the guys Martin and Robert insisted otherwise
claiming that this would be a good incentive for everyone to play well.
Peter abstained. As a host he didn't want any of his guests to feel
uncomfortable in his home, by having them party on nude as a consequence of
losing. But if the others decide that would be the rule, then he would
abide by it.
For my part, rather than take the same road as my husband being the
hostess of the affair, I openly sided with the guys and voted for total
nudity for the loser for the rest of the party. I really must have a mean
streak in me and must confess secretly looked forward to having one of our
guests as the loser, especially either Gina and Nicole, who looked at me
pensively as I cast the deciding vote.
After agreeing to the rules an inventory was made of each players
clothing. It was decided that each player is allowed to remove seven
articles of clothing before they get stripped.
The guys:
1. Sports Jacket 2. Shoes 3. Socks 4. Long sleeved shirt 5. Pants 6.
Undershirt 7. Boxers or briefs
For the girls (i.e. Gina and Nicole):
1. Vest 2. Boots 3. Stocking or socks 4. Long sleeved shirt 5. Pants 6.
Bra 7. Panties
My case was different. Since I was only in a one piece dress and had no
stockings, nor a bra on, I was allowed to remove pieces of jewelry to make
up for lack of clothing. Since jewelry were not considered items of
clothing which had to be stripped off, at least for the others, they can
still wear them for the rest of the party even if they do lose; unlike me
who would be literally naked as the day she was born, in case of a loss.
In my case then, the stripping will be as follows: 1. Watch 2. Earrings
3. Necklace 4. Rings/wedding band 5. Shoes 6. Dress 7. Panties
After having taken care of the rules, we arranged ourselves around our
glass topped coffee table ready to play. We girls were seated side by side
on the sofa, with me in the middle; while Martin and Robert sat facing us
on the side chairs found at either end of the sofa, while Peter took his
position directly in front of us girls, on the ottoman.
Since there was six of us playing, it was agreed that though we would
each be given five cards to start, only a maximum of three could be changed
per hand. You could easily tell that all the guys were excited and raring
to go, even Peter; while the other two girls were obviously nervous and you
could say even scared. As for me, I was calm and cool as ice and surely
exuded an aura of invincibility, never believing for a second that I could
lose.
When the first round got under way, I was pleasantly surprised that I
was immediately dealt a full house, making any change of cards unnecessary.
I just sat there with a smug and superior look in my face as the other
players scrambled to discard cards hoping to get a better combination.
Stealing glances towards the two girls beside me I could not help but
notice that they both had worried looks on their faces as they looked over
their cards. Hmmp. Talk about poker faces, there sure was a lack of that
here, at least as far as Gina and Nicole were concerned.
It goes without saying, that when everyone showed their cards, I had the
highest hand of all six players. Martin had the lowest with only an Ace
high.
To the hoots and catcalls of the other men, Martin quickly doffed his
sports coat but paused a while, unsure of whether he should hand me the
jacket or merely set it aside. After a quick discussion it was decided
that the loser of a hand must hand over the lost article to the winner, who
in turn may use the same in case he or she loses. It was also agreed, at
the insistence of I think Gina, that while the lost item was in the
possession of the winner, he or she may put it on. That was the only
concession any of the girls got that night.
As a result of the new rule, I stood up and ceremoniously donned
Martin's jacket which I am sure made me look comical due to our disparity
in size. Martin was a hulking 6 footer while I was a slender woman with a
svelte figure ( I stand around 5'6"). Despite the feeling that I was
wearing a tent on my shoulders I gamely modeled my new fashion outfit for
the others before sitting down for the next round.
The second round did not start of well for me as I was immediately dealt
garbage. Fortunately, I was able to draw a pair of Jacks after changing
the maximum number of three cards. Although not high at all, I was
nevertheless satisfied with my hand, thinking that it would surely not be
the lowest for the round. I surreptitiously looked over at the other
players and noticed that Nicole had a somewhat panicked look on her face.
This reinforced my confidence which led me in all bravado to call for
everyone to lay their cards down.
And they did.
Unfortunately, all the other players had higher cards than me with
Nicole winning the hand with a trio of fours. Gina had a pair of kings. I
gave Gina Martin's jacket happy at least to finally get its weight of my
shoulders. As she was even slimmer than me, Gina didn't bother to put the
jacket on but instead draped it over the back of the sofa.
Feeling a bit piqued at having lost the second round, I ferociously
attacked my cards just as soon as they were dealt. Alas, to my ever
increasing horror that second round was the start of my worst losing streak
ever, that I lost five hands in a row. Piece by piece I had to remove all
my jewelry and hand them over to the other players. I think my watch ended
up with Robert, my earrings and necklace with Peter and my rings with
Nicole. Nicole had a mischievous look on her face as she put my rings and
wedding band on her fingers and began modeling them for the others to
admire.
I had a queasy feeling in my stomach seeing my wedding band in another
woman's hand, but was quickly made to snap out of it when told I had lost
again. Left with no other choice, I slowly removed both my shoes and
timidly handed them over to Martin, who had finally won a round.
Play halted when a short powder room break was requested by the girls.
As we made our way to the bathrooms to freshen up, I could not help but
notice the sharp contrast the clip clopping of their boots made on the
hardwood floor as compared to the slip slapping of my bare feet. It really
made me feel already naked somewhat.
Back from the break, I immediately took stock of my situation. I was
just two steps away from total nudity, while all the other players were
still fully clothed. Some even more dressed than when they started.
Remember Nicole and my rings?
Anyway, fortunately for me, my losing streak finally ended and it was
Gina who lost to Martin. She simply handed over the jacket back to Martin
who, in turn, immediately put it back on, no doubt feeling quite happy
being fully dressed once more.
I didn't lose any of the next few hands, but my clothing sure made the
rounds of the other players. Eventually all my jewelry ended up with
either Gina or Nicole, both of whom took great pleasure in wearing them in
front of me. In addition to my rings, Nicole got my necklace which she
even had the cheek to ask me to put on her. Gina on the other hand ended
up with my watch, which she immediately put on her wrist even if she was
already wearing a watch herself (lucky for her she had on a long sleeved
shirt which hid the fact she had two watches on her arm, otherwise she
would have looked like those soldiers out looking for booty in those old
war documentaries). She also won my earrings which she too put on, but
that was ok since she wasn't wearing any in the first place.
My shoes made the rounds too, but none of the guys seemed to want to put
them on.
After a few rounds had passed, I received a potential straight flush in
eight to four diamonds, except that I was missing the seven and instead had
another five as my fifth card. So I had a low pair of fives. Stupidly, I
went for broke and discarded the five and ended up with a two of clubs,
leaving me only with an eight high hand. Peter won that round with only a
pair of threes.
(Lesson to all, never ever take chances in strip poker. Its really not
worth throwing away an admittedly low hand for a chance to get a higher
one. Chances are you will never get it and wind up with nothing. To
paraphrase a line I recall from the Mel Gibson film "The Patriot". . . Aim
small, lose small.)
I had lost. I couldn't help blaming myself for that faux pas,
especially considering that I now had to take off my dress as a
consequence. (n.b. Of course, technically, I could have removed my thong
instead of my dress but to tell you the truth, my mind was in a flux and I
could not really think straight at that time.)
The room took on a deathly silence as the other players waited in
anticipation of my impending disrobement. Like a zombie, I stood up to
peel my clinging dress from my body, shyly avoiding every ones eyes which I
felt were concentrated on me. As my hands hesitated at the hem of my dress
both Gina and Nicole both stood up on either side and mercifully pulled off
my dress for me
They did it very slow and sensuously though, allowing my audience to
feast upon and savor each and every body part of mine revealed to them.
First my shapely calves . . . then my luscious thighs. . . then moving
up to my rounded hips which was only encased by my wispy thong. . .then my
flat abdomen with my cute belly button in the center. . . then pausing
before they uncovered my heaving breasts with my now rock hard nipples
poking out. . . and finally whisking the dress off my arms overhead to
reveal my flushed and embarrassed face. . . before they, in all pomp and
ceremony, handed over my dress to Peter.
I must have stood there a minute all topless and clad only in a thong,
while my fully clothed guests sat mesmerized and openly ogling my all but
naked state. In due time, I was able to break out of my trance and took my
seat between Gina and Nicole, who seemed to be seated much closer to me
now, actually hemming me in on both sides. I could actually feel the
material of their clothing brushing against my naked skin, which made me
feel even more naked and exposed. Well, I was only in a thong and they
were in long sleeved shirts and pants weren't they.
Instead of resuming the game, Peter asked if anyone wanted fresh drinks,
saying that things seemed to be getting a bit too intense. Upon getting
what everybody wanted Peter surprised me by having me prepare the drinks
and serve it to our guests, in my present state.
Well, being the obedient wife that I am, I stood up and padded towards
the bar located across the room, fully aware and thrilled that every one's
eyes were concentrated at my undulating thong encased ass, as I sashayed
away from them.
When I got to the bar I immediately downed a stiff drink to stable my
nerves. I then proceeded to prepare what the others had ordered. Just as
I was done I was joined by Gina and Nicole who told me they would help me
carry the drinks back. As we stood beside each other finishing preparing
the drinks, I caught our reflection in the bar's mirror. I could not help
but notice how inappropriate my state of dress was compared to the other
two girls, and how aroused I was getting.
When all the drinks were finally prepared, we each took two glasses in
hand and headed back to the boys. It suddenly dawned on me as I was
walking back that my naked breasts were now fully exposed to the guy's
viewing pleasure, being unable to cover up at all with drinks in both my
hands. Well, seeing as it could not be avoided, I just grinned and bared
it so to speak. With a little smile on my face, I held my head high and
sauntered back to my place and handed Peter his drink, unmindful of all the
appreciative attention I was getting from the guys.
Once we were settled with fresh drinks, we resumed playing.
I don't know whether I am really a bad poker player or it was just bad
karma for my smug and cocky attitude earlier, but I immediately lost the
next hand to Gina despite having two pairs. As it turned out, Gina had a
full house ten and everyone else had a higher two pair and more. To add
insult to injury, both Nicole and I had identical two pairs, Queens and
fours, except that she had a higher kicker card than me. Hers was an ace
while mine was a three. As the realization of my loss started to seep in I
noticed Gina sitting close beside me with this Cheshire cat grin on her
face with her upturned palm raised. I guess she wanted my thong now.
I don't know how I got the courage, but having been made to spend the
better part of the night in various stages of undress, made my taking my
thong off simply routine. I simply stood up and peeled my thong down and
off, revealing for the first time the whole of my ass and my shaven crotch.
After I handed Gina my thong, which she proceeded to wind along her
wrist, I made a little pirouette to enable everyone to get a full view of
all my naked glory. To be honest, it felt surreal finding myself
completely and utterly nude in a room full of clothed people, all of whom
are my closest and dearest friends. In fact, I think the situation was
made even more embarrassing by the fact that I was the only one who did all
the stripping and that nobody else got close to being stripped at all.
Well, Martin did lose his jacket early on but he had since recovered it.
There was a telling silence in the air as I sat down. Probably thinking
that I was upset at having lost so badly, both Gina and Nicole hugged me
tightly against them and tried to commiserate with my misfortune. The feel
of their clothing against my bare skin greatly highlighted my feeling of
nakedness which made me feel even more embarrassed, but aroused as well.
Despite my having lost everything already, the game was supposed to
continue until everyone else got naked as well. However, before game could
resume, Gina suggested in a most sympathetic voice while holding me tight
and combing my hair with her fingers, that perhaps we should take a break
first to allow my luck to change after. Although I was against the idea,
everyone else took it up and a half hour break was called. I know I should
have made my objections known more forcefully, Well being the only one butt
naked while everyone else was fully dressed has a way of taking all the
fight out of me and made me feel inferior and subservient to them. I just
silently went along.
As the break started I was told by my lord and master to prepare a
little snack for all of us. Gina and Nicole were told by their boyfriends
to go help out, which they promised to do after they freshen up. With
that, all three of us girls left the living room to the boys, with me going
to the kitchen while the two other girls headed for the bathroom.
When I got to the kitchen I decided to serve some chips, sliced
vegetables with dip. As I was slicing the turnips into stalks, I was
finally joined by Gina and Nicole, all freshened up and ready to help out.
When I turned my eyes towards them to give instructions, I noticed that not
only where they fully clad in their long sleeved shirts, vests, tight
pants, boots and various jewelry of mine ( Gina still had my thong wound up
along her wrist), they had both raided my closet and were each wearing one
of my cardigans.
Before I could say anything, Nicole said that they were feeling a bit
cold and thought I wouldn't mind them borrowing my clothes. Imagine, I was
the one here standing nude and they were the ones feeling cold despite
their clothing. Although we had the air conditioner on, I truthfully
didn't feel the cold at all. Considering my present flushed condition my
body must be generating enough body heat to keep me warm.
Just as I was about to say something, both Gina and Nicole pleaded with
me to keep the Cardigans and promised to take them off as soon as the game
resumed. Well they both did look so good in them that I even offered to
give the cardigans to them as a farewell gift. This caused another round
of group hugging to break out among us, which did not help to ease my state
of embarrassment at all. I did insist for them to take the cardigans off
as soon as the games resumed, which they promised me to do.
As we went about busily preparing the snack, with me doing most of the
work slicing up the vegetables and preparing the dip while standing in
front of the kitchen counter while the two girls watched me while
comfortably seated at the kitchen table, we must have presented a tableau
of domesticity; except for the fact of my singular nudity.
When we were done, we loaded everything in a tray, which I carried to
the living room by myself. The two girls leisurely walked behind me no
doubt enjoying the view of my fully exposed ass. Noticing that I was being
observed from behind, I stopped and sensuously wiggled my ass at them.
This drew giggles from the girls and we all entered the living room happy.
We all pigged out on the snacks I prepared. Off course during the
course of the meal I was sent back to either the kitchen or the bar to
fetch something or another. I guess the guys weren't still tired of
watching me walk back and forth naked.
After we were through eating we three girls were sent back to the
kitchen to do the dishes. Again, it was me who did all the washing, since
the other girls didn't want to get their clothes wet. They did though
offer to wipe the dishes dry and stood beside me in front of the kitchen
sink, while doing so. In no time at all we were done with the dishes and
rejoined the men.
Meanwhile, while we were in the kitchen the phone suddenly rang with an
important call for Peter from the head office. After taking the call,
Peter immediately discussed the matter with the other guys, which was how
we found them upon returning from the kitchen. Seeing as the guys were
discussing something important us girls removed ourselves to the bar area
where we started chatting up on our own, waiting for the guys to finnish.
As it turned out, our supposed half hour break extended by about an hour
and a half. Most of which time I had to spend standing stark naked and
trying to carry on a normal conversation with my two well dressed friends
while comfortably seated in barstools. Gawd, talk about being made to feel
like a second class citizen, and in my own home even.
Eventually the guys were able to come up with a solution for what they
were discussing. However, instead of immediately resuming the game, this
had to wait till after Peter made a report to the office. This allowed
Martin and Robert to join our little tete-a-tete by the bar, with me once
more the only one naked with the two fully dressed couples.
Once Peter finally ended his call, I quickly motioned for the others to
return so as to continue with the game. To be honest, I was looking
forward to see who would join me in my naked state.
However . . .
Call it kismet, or what, but we were never got to resume the game.
Immediately upon sitting down in the sofa, Nicole let out a deep yawn and
said she was sleepy. This made Peter glance at his watch and see that it
was already the wee hours of the morning. Like the ever gracious host,
Peter suggested then to just end the game now, as it was already very late.
All the others but one agreed with him. Me. I did not like the idea of
being the only one having to strip stark naked. I wanted at least someone
else to join me. Unfortunately for me, no one else took on my side and so
the game ended with me the only one stripped nude while the others hardly
lost anything at all.
With that over, I tried looking for my dress and shoes but they were no
where around. Apparently, while I was in the kitchen Peter gathered up my
dress and shoes and placed them in the bathroom hamper and shoe rack,
respectivly, thinking that since I was the first one nude, I would have no
further need for them that night. (Remember the stipulation for the first
one nude having to party on naked.)
As I resigned myself to my continued nudity, we all said our tearful
goodbyes. For the moment, I had forgotten my singular state of nudity as I
tightly hugged each and every one of our friends in fair well. I even had
tears streaming down my face and was openly sobbing as I bade each and
every one of them adieu with a kiss. Let me tell you, there was not a dry
eye in the house that night.
Both Peter and I stood side by side at the doorway to our house as we
saw our friends out. Seeing it was in the early morning, I didn't think
anybody would catch me standing naked by the door waving our friends off.
It was only after our friends had left that I realized that my jewelry
was still with the girls. And, my thong as well, for that matter. Except
for my wedding band, I was prepared to let the girls have the rest as a
keep sake.
I was able to get everything back from the girls the next day. That is,
except for the thong which Gina swore to me she had left behind in the
hamper after using the bathroom last. I don't believe her. She had the
look of the cat that had just eaten the mouse when she told me that tale.
Anyway let her keep it if she wants it. ( An off shoot of Gina's
purloining my thong was that I never did get to wear any underwear whenever
I wore that white dress again. Somehow, I felt most comfortable going
commando in that white dress even if it was quite short. I guess I just
loved the naughty feeling of knowing I was completely nude under that
dress, in the company of others.
As a postscript, you will be happy to know that immediately after
closing the door, Peter all but ravished me and we made passionate love on
the sofa I had just spent most of the time naked. I guess he really found
having his wife spend and evening totally nude with his friends quite a
turn on. I probably shouldn't divulge any of the details here as my
husband is a very private person.
Poster:
Helen Martin
