by AJ Gray
“Ahh, that’s more comfortable,” she said, still snug in a warm sweater, tight black leggings.
It was hardly the striptease the guys had been imagining as they’d got the game under way. Their girlfriends were both still fully clothed, no sign of naked flesh as yet, except from themselves that was. It wasn’t about to get any better.
The more clothes the guys lost, the easier Louise was finding it to read their hand, a twitch of a muscle, a bead of sweat, it was all she needed. Despite their best efforts at concealment, the arrogant fronts they’d put on weren’t enough. With their masks having well and truly slipped, the men lost the next two games in quick succession.
“Things are beginning to get interesting,” said Jen, watching Mike taking off his jeans, leaving him in just his blue and white checked boxer shorts.
He sat back down silently next to Chris, who was also now in just his boxers. Gone was the blokeish, jovial, banter of before.
“Shall we continue?” asked Louise.
“Maybe we should just call it a night, I mean you don’t really want us to, you know, strip completely?” said Chris, trying to back away from the seemingly inevitable.
“We certainly do,” said Louise, not letting the guys off that easy.
She was enjoying this way too much for that.
“I’ll tell you what guys, we’ll give you a possible reprieve,” Jen said, seemingly taking pity. “If you win the next hand, we’ll take everything off and give you boys the show you’ve been pining for.”
“And if you win,” asked Mike warily.
“Hmm,” said Jen, tapping her fingers on the table. “If we win…now lets see, if we win. I’ve got it, if we win you boys become our personal manservant’s tomorrow, doing whatever we tell you. Oh and you’ll start tonight by losing the boxers.”
“Come on, that’s hardly a fair deal,” said Chris, objecting, feeling somewhat ruffled by the last half hour or so.
Mike was looking at Jen weighing things up, he was a betting man and this was a fifty, fifty shot, good odds in his eyes. There was no way he was turning it down.
“Deal,” agreed Mike, his earlier insouciance returning.
Jen smiled.
“And you Chris?” asked Louise.
He looked at Mike and then the two women whose calm, composed, exteriors, gave him pause for thought.
“Count me in,” he said, however, buoyed by Mike’s confidence and of course not willing to puss out in front of the ladies.
Louise shuffled the deck of cards and was about to deal when Chris intervened.
“Hold on, lets make sure this is a fair game,” he said, taking them from her and giving them another shuffle, not fully trusting them after the about turned around in their fortunes. They watched him amused.
“All ready then?” asked Jen.
“We’re good,” said Chris satisfied, passing her the pack of cards.
“No please, you do the honours,” she responded coolly.
Chris dealt out the cards and placed the remaining pack at the centre of the table.
Both couples eagerly looked at their hand. Jen ran a hand through her hair and looked at Louise, who in turn glanced at the two men. Chris rubbed a bicep, Mike’s pecs twitched. Louise watched them with an impervious smile. As the cards were revealed the men had a seven, eight, nine and ten, all clubs. They just needed a six or jack of the same suit to complete a straight flush, the women had three queens, and were chasing four of a kind. Everything hung on the last card.
The two couples eyed each other over the table. Chris certainly wouldn’t object to seeing Jen’s fulsome breasts hidden under that sweater. Mike turned over the last fateful card, when the guys saw it their hands went to their faces. It was the fourth queen the women had been seeking. Luck or skill, they’d completely outplayed their partners, the ladies hi fived each other in celebration, bursting into a triumphant laugh.
“How very apt,” said Jen, lining up the four queens. “Seeing as we ladies have come out on top, so to speak.”
Mike and Chris looked down at the four faces staring back at them, and then up at their smiling girlfriends.
“Time to lose the boxers guys,” said Jen.
The two men gulped as reality dawned and, what had up until this point been a light hearted game of fun, suddenly took on a more serious hue. They each looked their separate ways as if searching for a way out, but knew they were cornered. Chris was regretting not pussing out when he’d had the chance.
“We’ve not got all night,” said Louise.
“Come on boys, get those boxers off,” demanded Jen.
The men stood up defeated, hands on their waistbands. Although they’d been naked countless times in front of their girlfriends, they’d never been naked in front of their girlfriend’s best friend, or in such an objective one-sided situation.
“A bet’s a bet,” pushed Louise, egging them on.
“I think the boys want a countdown,” said Jen.
“That’s not necessary,” Mike countered, not wanting the moment to be built up anymore than it was.
The women brushed aside his comment, taking great delight in the whole situation.
“Ten, nine, eight…” they began counting with obvious glee.
Mike shook his head as he readied himself for zero. Chris looked at Louise and then Jen, thinking how they’d played them for a fool. Here he was about to expose himself to them both, and they’d barely removed a stitch of clothing. Louise glanced at Mike intrigued to see if he lived up to the billing Jen had given him.
“Seven, six, five…” they continued.
Mike looked at his girlfriend Jen, she was clearly loving having the upper hand. Well it was after all her now wearing the trousers. Jen glanced at Chris, well, well, well, lets see how you boys measure up.
“Four, three, two, one…”
And there it was, or rather there they were, with clenched jaws both men removed their boxers and looked away, averting their eyes from the women. There was an awkward silence as Jen and Louise fixed their gaze on the meaty sight that greeted them, before broad grins appeared. Chris’ was the slightly smaller of the two, but neither man had anything to be ashamed of. That didn’t stop them feeling like objects of derision as they stood in their birthday suits.
“I didn’t realise Mike had a polo neck,” said Louise, referring to his intact foreskin.
“Well it keeps him warm in the winter time,” joked Jen.
The two women burst into laughter, at Mike’s expense of course. Even Chris, who was biting his lip, couldn’t help but snicker.
“Very funny,” said Mike.
“Alright, turn around guys,” said Jen, fanning a hand towards her face, feeling a little flushed.
They turned around, displaying two sets of muscular buttocks to the two women.
“Hmmm, doesn’t Chris have a very firm bum,” said Jen, having a good look.
“He gets a lot of exercise, talking out of it all the time,” Louise quipped.
It was Chris’ turn to be literally, the butt of the joke this time and Mike couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Alright, alright, is it okay if we cover up now,” said Chris, grabbing his boxers from the floor, feeling like his girlfriends plaything.
‘Hmmm,’ hummed Louise, enjoying his discomfort, “What do you think Jen?’
“I think the boys can put their willies away we’ve had a good look,”
The men quickly began putting their clothes back on, which the women found amusing. It wasn’t like either of them had anything to hide now. As they did so Jen and Louise got up, ready to turn in for the night, fully satisfied with how the evening had gone.
“Where you going?” asked Chris.
“We girls need our beauty sleep, I suggest you join me, you’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow,” replied Louise, planning to make the most of what promised to be a fun day.
“I hope your listening Mike,” said Jen, playfully slapping his bum as she passed him. “Oh and
one other thing,” she said stopping at the door to their room. “Don’t get used to those clothes boys, we’ll have you out of those again soon enough.”
The next day the guys played along, fulfilling the bet. Although last night had been a bit of fun, they each realised their partners seriously wanted a bit more ‘me time’ from them. From the moment the women awoke, they were treated like princess. From being served breakfast in bed, to being waited on hand and foot.
On the slopes it was no different. The guys picked them up whenever they fell, treated them to an expensive lunch, and generally chaperoned them around. Just as boyfriends were supposed to behave joked Jen.
When they’d finished on the slopes the ladies knew just the tonic to refresh themselves and their men, a trip to the nearby sauna. Upon arrival the ladies changed into they’re all in one swimming costumes, showcasing their sleek, slim figures, like a fine motor racing car, all the curves were in the right places. Before long they were relaxing sat on wooden benches, feeling the heat soak into their bodies, the sweat draining out of their pores.
“This beats working on roofs,” said Mike, closing his eyes feeling all tension drift away.
“You said it bud,” agreed Chris, raising his head back, as Louise massaged his scalp.
The two women were sat on the tier above, the backs of their partners resting between their parted legs. Jen flashed Louise a naughty smile, ready to raise the temperature a little more.
“Feeling hot boys?” asked Jen.
“Well duh, that’s the idea,” said Mike dismissively, before suddenly opening his eyes as it dawned on him where this was going.
“Well I certainly think it’s sufficiently warm for you two to get those trunks off,” concluded Jen.
“I hear men have to be very careful about getting too hot in the, ahem, nether regions, something about sperm production,” proffered Louise.
“In that case, if it’s a medical matter, I definitely think they should.”
The two men looked around at their partners, yesterdays episode had been enough for both of them.
“Come along you two, remember our little game,” said Jen.
“That you lost and we won,” reminded Louise, gleefully rubbing it in.
Mike and Chris looked at each other with raised eyebrows, before submitting to their girlfriends wishes and sliding their trunks off, handing them back to their partners, this time not turning around. The two women looked over their heads, with cheeky grins.
“I think you boys should sit opposite us, so we can enjoy the view,” said Jen, extracting every ounce of pleasure she could from the situation.
The two men pulled themselves up and settled on the opposing benches, their manly rears appraised once again by their girlfriends as they did so.
“How does it feel, being au natural?” asked Jen, looking at the two glistening bodies.
Judging by the state of their arousal they were feeling a little too relaxed. Mike shook his head, just thankful that nobody else was around.
“Why don’t you try it?” asked Chris, still trying to even the scores.
“Oh us girls are far too bashful for that,” said Louise, rubbing a hand down her crossed leg, nonchalantly brushing away a gleam of perspiration.
Just as she did so the sauna door swung open, and three familiar faces joined them, much to the men’s consternation. It was busty Annika, long limbed Johanna and sweet Maria, the three girls from the bar last night. Dressed in fluorescent pink, yellow and green skimpy bikinis, they sat themselves on the bench in between the swim-suited women, the naked men.
Speechless, but giggling, the smiles on their faces said it all. Although it was a local custom for people to go nude, it was usually fat bald guys, not the kind of hunks seated next to them.
Mike gave them a nod of acknowledgement, but his head dropped seeing their smirking faces. Chris was rubbing his eyes, thinking of all the people it had to be them. They’d been gawping at them the whole of last night and now it was their turn. God sure had a funny sense of justice. Oblivious Jen and Louise watched on, taking delight in their discomfort, feeling an incredible sense of empowerment showing off their nude partners for their amusement.
The women decided to stay a little longer, let the young girls have their fun. The sauna was soon full of the laughter and chatter of the gawping girls. Mike and Chris had by now accepted their position as pure eye candy and were just doing their best to chill out. By the time Jen and Louise led them out of the sauna, the men had been surveyed from head to toe by the young Austrian girls. Things had certainly heated up and the ladies wanted their men all to themselves.
When they got back to the cabin darkness had fallen. Mike and Chris got the fire going as the women headed to their rooms. It was time to give the guys something back for being such gentleman throughout the day. When they reappeared they were dressed in flimsy, silk nightwear, the sort that wouldn’t look out of place at a Victoria Secrets show. Jen’s was a deep, rich burgundy colour. Louise’s a metallic, light orange. The men’s mouths dropped open.
“Your turn boys,” said Louise settling herself on the sofa, in front of the now roaring fire.
“I think you can do a little better than last night,” suggested Jen, flicking on some music she’d selected specially.
She joined her friend on the sofa just as the slow, sexy, ever so slightly moody track; ‘If Lovin’ you is wrong’ began playing.
“We want a proper striptease.”
The men nodded and spurred on by their girlfriends sexy attire, gave them the show they wanted, swaying in time to the music, tossing their clothes to an appreciative audience as they did so. By the time the track had finished, the men stood nude in the firelight, the state of their arousal all too obvious.
“Have either of you thought about a career change,” joked Jen.
The men laughed, seemingly far more at ease about their nudity than the previous evening.
“They’ve certainly got the bodies for it,” said Louise appreciatively, as her eyes wandered over them.
“I suppose were lucky to have you all to ourselves. In fact my foot’s feeling a little sore,” said Jen, looking Mike in the eye, rotating her foot to draw his attention.
Catching her drift, he bent down on one knee and began a delicate massage.
“And my shoulders are a little tight,” said Louise, hunching them up, a pretend grimace on her face.
Chris smiled and got to work on her shoulders.
In no time at all the men’s hands were roaming freely. Chris having tenderly kissed the nape of Louise’s neck, sensuously moved on to her front, before scooping her up and carrying her off to their room, his firm erection pointing the way. Mike meanwhile was slowly working his way up Jens legs. All that teasing the men had endured was about to be repaid in full and, by the end of the night, the women would be more than satisfied, already plotting their next joint holiday.
Hang Tough
*****
The students at Lakeview community college were well into performing the play they’d worked hard on, in front of their fellow pupils. Standing in the wings waiting nervously, but excitedly, was Rachael. Dressed in a long flowing red silk dress, a green wreath around her long, straight, raven like hair. She was anxious for her part to begin, taking deep breaths to calm herself. The play was going well, had proceeded without a hitch.
Jack, a dark blond haired boy, had just finished his minor part. He didn’t have much enthusiasm for drama, would much rather be outside on the sport’s field. But knew it was a good way to meet chicks’, gain some much needed extra credit.
As he finished his couple of lines, he began walking to the side of the stage as on cue Rachael stepped from the shadows. As Jack passed her he saw her dress trailing behind her. Surely he wouldn’t, couldn’t, he most certainly did. Stamping his foot down on the trail of fabric, he smiled watching as Rachael stepped into the spotlight. There was an almighty tear, as to Rachael’s horror her dress split ri
ght in two, leaving her in just her panties and bra, on stage in front of the now laughing audience.
What should have been her moment to shine had become the most embarrassing moment of her young life. She turned her face crimson, fuming at Jack who was in fits of hysterics. One day I’m going to get you back for this Jack, one day you’re going to know exactly how humiliating this feels.
Ten Years Later….
In the years that had passed, Jack had glided through life without so much as a second glance, everything he did seemed to turn to gold. At twenty eight years of age he’d become the star quarter back of a major league football team, was making huge sums of money, he was an enormous success.
Rachael on the other hand had found life a grind, nothing seemed to go her way. She’d worked hard, got a degree and entered a career in television. Having worked her ass off as a runner, doing the most demeaning jobs possible, she’d reached the grand heights of assistant to the production editor at a low paying television company. She felt her job unfulfilling, was in short disappointed with her lot in life.
Little did they know it, but fate was about to intervene and Jack and Rachael’s paths were about to cross once more. And this time Rachael would be the one doing the laughing.
The television show Gladiators was being resurrected and the makers had decided on a celebrity special to mark its relaunch. Rachael had been given an important role in its revival, if the show did well she could look forward to a promising career at the network, if it tanked she was facing a bleak future.
When Jack was approached to take part, he was only too happy, he’d loved that show as a kid. Plus of course it was great for his image, with proceeds from the show going to various charities.
When Rachael heard Jack was on the show her blood ran cold, she’d never forgiven or forgotten what he’d done to her. The memory was compounded by the fact she constantly had to see his smug face advertised around town, staring down from billboards. This was her chance to get even and she wasn’t going to let it slip.
The day before the event, Rachael put her plan into action. In the large arena the final checks were being made to the rigging, lights and other electrical equipment. Rachael made her way backstage. Her position gave her full access behind the scenes and she was soon standing in the costume department.