Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Watching My Wife Fuc'k 2

Now Gina was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in midspeech saying, "Oh, aren't we funny, I'm winning and you're all talking about taking clothes off? Try again!"

I should mention that Gina had been overtly flirting with these young men for a couple of days by this time. Actually, she and I had a game of our own we had been playing the last few vacations. I always enjoyed her purposeful flirting and told her many times over the years how much it turned me on.

In fact it took several times playing our little game before she finally confessed that it kind of turned her on too. From the beginning though she warned me that flirting was the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was quite enough, and the only reason she continued to do it was because of how it paid off in our bedroom, further telling me that there was "never" any reason for it to go further.

She always emphasized this because of the one and only time I ever told her about a wild fantasy of mine, a fantasy involving watching her fuck another man. It was simply a file her brain refused to process. She later told me that she thought the only reason a man would have such a fantasy would be because he wanted to justify being with another woman, basically "You fucked another guy, I'm going to fuck another woman." I understood what she was saying, but it honestly wasn't my goal.

So flirting in front of me became our spicy compromise.

As the night progressed, the young men continued needling her insisting that "Strip Shots" separated the chicken-shits from the real players. God love her too, she was so into winning she didn't even see the setup being orchestrated. I knew full well that they were basically letting her win and carefully timing their moment in which the payoff would be her sitting there completely nude.

I have to say that I began getting turned on by the possibility as well. I've seen Gina nude a million times, but never in front of a pack of horny young men, who can say that?

I kept my mouth shut for a while when suddenly I blurted, "Awe hell, baby, you're cleaning their clocks, they'll be the ones sitting there looking silly."

As she jokingly put her feet up in the chair and tightly wrapped her arms around her legs, rather like trying to completely cover herself, she began giggling replying "For crying out loud, everyone here has about three articles of clothing on. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I'm winning and are trying to make me quit."

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

but still looked ultimately confident as if it were just a fluke. We all sat around continuing to

Again though, it appeared as if they were letting her win to keep her in the

to the rules. Even with the new rules, I could plainly see that Gina was having second thoughts, agreeing that those who became

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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." They all began chuckling saying, "Oh, the big winner didn't get

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

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.

if your wife is playing a strip game, and guys are exposing their

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

them saying, "Oh, let's play

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.

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she instantly threw her cards face down and said, "Ok you win. I quit... Hey, you