Playing A New Hand

Playing A New Hand

My husband, Clint, and I now practice what is known as an open marriage; but this has not always been the case. I was a virgin when we got married, 13 years ago. My husband was the first man to ever see me nude – much less to have sex with me – until about five months ago. Since then, things have really changed.
My husband and I now enjoy sex with others. I am only sorry we waited so long to discover the full range of sexual opportunities. Last Labor Day weekend, Clint’s brother Steve visited with us while his wife and kids took a trip to visit her parents before school started. After dinner on the last night of the weekend, we played cards and had a few drinks. After several games of three-handed gin, Clint suggested we play poker. He and Steve both played cards frequently, and since I won nearly every hand at gin, they thought they would beat me at poker.
At first we just played regular poker with chips, but no money. I don’t know much about poker, but I was winning most of the hands. Steve said you couldn’t really play poker without betting money because you can’t bluff if you don’t have anything to lose. I jokingly mentioned several times that we play strip poker, and I mentioned it again. I’d had an awful lot to drink and had been especially lucky in cards so far, so I said it without really thinking. Little did I know how this simple remark would change my life – and change it for the better.
Steve was quick to react to my suggestion and said, “Let’s play.” All of a sudden, it dawned on me what I was getting into. I still didn’t think we would go very far, so I told Steve to deal the cards. I won the first few hands, and then they started to win. Everything was pretty routine while we were losing things like socks and shoes. As we removed each item, we did it in a seductive, teasing way and enjoyed a good laugh.
The winner of each hand got to say who took off the next article of clothing. I was losing faster, but I had on more stuff to take off than they did. Finally, I didn’t have anything left but my blouse, bra, panties and shorts – and I lost the next hand. Timidly and nervously, I removed my blouse. Both guys had their eyes glued on me even though I still had my bra on. Then I lost again. By this time I was starting to get a little excited. No man except Clint had ever seen me nude, and I had never seen anyone’s cock but Clint’s.
Even though I was getting excited, I was still nervous; so I used a delay tactic. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and took off my panties. (I had to show them to the guys to prove that I removed them.) This way they still couldn’t see anything. Then I started to win again, and before I lost another hand Clint and Steve were down to their underwear. Since we were playing at the table, I only got the chance to see them when they stood up to take off their pants. However, I started breathing heavy when Steve took his pants off because his erection was quite visible.
When I lost my bra, I was really thrilled by the way they looked at my breasts.