“Pride goethe before ... a fall.” If only I could convince my wife to trust in ancient wisdom. But then we’d miss out on so much fun ... like this night!

“Yeah? Well I bet I can beat your pants offff in any game of brains or skill!” Paul cheekily challenged my wife in his dense rum-breath. He already knew that she couldn’t resist a dare, especially when a little tipsy. And we’d all had more than enough to be a little fuddled.

My shy-by-pretense and all too prideful wife, Sue, much too quickly took up the challenge. “OK. Prove it! How about we try a mix game with all of us playing?”

A bit surprised at the eagerness of her reply, I chimed in “I’m thinking BJ.” All the men cheered as the women boooed. “I mean BlackJack, you ruttish drunks. But, if you rather, we can try an adult version of the Chain Reaction word game, or if you insist on BJ...”

My wife quickly and teasingly replied, “While we can probably get some obscene word Chain lists online, I like the simple, tactile feel of cards. Grab them from that drawer and let’s work on some rules. Any other bjs can wait!” she quipped. We quickly came to some simple rules that would let us drag out the stripping a bit and remember that this was about Paul trying to beat Sue’s pants off first.

I should add that Sue and I had a bit of an agenda with these folks. We had invited two very conservative couples whom we hoped were on the verge of corruption. Both women were gorgeous, sexy and too tempting to resist. Paul was closest to joining us in our happy perversions since he was always open to flirtations, subtle or not, and was deliberately, obviously perving on my wife.

Doug was clearly drawn to Sue, but his wife, Deena, was taxed to just listen to bawdy jokes. Paul’s wife, Paula, was much more open to risque jokes, but was very careful about showing skin above the knees or more than an inch of tight cleavage. Both had drunkenly confessed that they had never been with another partner than their spouses. Paula had hinted that in her ‘wild days’ she came so close to screwing a date, that she actually had “wanked” him and then allowed him to get to third base! THAT is what we had to work with.

Paula had been quietly grinning in the mistaken belief that none of this silliness involved her and there was no chance anyone, much less she, would be stripping. She hadn’t been naked or physical with anyone else since she married Paul and was confident that wasn’t about to change anytime soon ... though she did have her fantasies...

I started, “There should be no HOUSE dealer, so one of us will always win. If you BUST or are the furthest from 21, you lose clothes. All tied loser hands lose clothes too. Anyone with a BJ can choose any loser to lose a SECOND bit of clothing. We play at least until either Paul or Sue loses their pants. Since Sue is in a short skirt instead of slacks, we’ll have to use the Brit meaning for ‘pants’, underwear. A better goal anyway, I think. Pants must be the very LAST thing to come off.” Paul asked if Sue were actually wearing her pants, and Doug rushed to answer that he knew she was wearing bright yellow ones since he’d already had a peek or three up her skirt. His wife Deena elbowed him.

Sue waggled a ‘shocked’ finger at him and winked. “If anyone is not willing to go all the way, it’s time to say good night.”

Doug’s wife wasted no time in standing and pulling him up with her. “Well, THAT’s our cue. Thanks for the evening, we’ll be leaving now.” Paula shifted and seemed ready to leave too, but it was HER dumbshit husband who challenged Sue, so she settled in nervously. She didn’t think she was a prude, but she wasn’t about to strip for friends either. Somehow, she knew she would find a polite excuse to leave soon.

Paul replied, “Too bad Deena, I was looking forward to mashing, umm SEEing, those big, shapely tits in my face. Maybe next time?” She huffed prudishly, but had to pry Doug’s clawing hands off the door frame to get him out.

“With just four of us left, let’s play in two sets. Paul vs. Sue, then me vs. Paula, then winner vs. winner, if we get that far. That will leave only one person with any clothes and we’ll ‘somehow’ deal with that too. Let’s move to the rug so no furniture can block us. The losers stay naked and serve the rest of us all night.” Paula wondered why she was still there and getting dragged into a lurid game. Yet, she reluctantly agreed and tried to retain some modesty by dropping slowly to her knees, keeping them together, and sitting on her heels.

Sue dropped rashly across from Paul, one leg at a time, grinned boldly, and enjoyed watching his mouth pop and eyes lock as she flashed her panties before we’d even started. She crossed her ankles and, like a refined lady, or was that the tramp, let the skirt slide far up her shapely thighs. Paula downed another drink and, eyes under Sue’s skirt, pointed, “yup! She’s wearing yellow ones.” I sat across from her and suggested she take the same pose as my daring wife. Instead, she shyly adjusted her skirt lower and said I’d see her pants soon enough, if she had the courage to strip.

“Too late to back out now, sweetie,” my wife chimed in. “Since you’re still here and I’m already IN the game, if you refuse to strip, I’ll strip you COMPLETELY myself!” We all took Sue’s threat seriously and knew she’d charge extra for her service. Paula looked especially shocked and downed her drink.

Sue shuffled the deck, Paul split and Paula dealt Sue first. 10, Paul got a 2. A to Sue, 8 to Paul. Paul got a 2 and HIT on a 12 with a 10 — BUST! We decided that a BJ beats everything so there would be no more hits against a BJ unless you had a chance at another BJ and a push. Winning with the first BJ, Sue taunted him and chose both Paul’s shoes.

Next hand Sue drew 8, 4, 6 for 18. Paul got 4, 5, 6, 8 — BUST with 23. Sue chose his shirt to go next. Since Sue had no more than five clothes articles, it seemed like a short strip and an easy loss for her, but Paul now had just four bits left.

Next hand, Sue got 4, 4, 8, 5! Another 21! Paul’s only hope was to match her. He drew 6, 8, 7! PUSH with 21. We all groaned, even Paula. For whom was she secretly cheering? Did she want to see my wife naked?

I shuffled and dealt Sue a 4, 9, 6, she STAYed with 19. Paul drew 6, A, hit looking for a 4, but got a 9, 4. Winner at last with 20. Sue stood slowly, giving us a lingering look up her skirt at her yellow knickers with their small dark, wet spot. Paul ordered her to lose the skirt. His wife gasped and Sue slowly unhooked it and casually let it drop. We stared at her nascent camel toe until she turned away, bent from her hips to slowly gather the skirt and give us a long, long look at her ruffed and swollen, yellow-covered pussy. She had to know that one side of her bikini was buried in her ass crack so she presented an entire bare cheek to us. What a fetching ass! She harshly tossed her skirt at Paula.

Finally sitting and again crossing her ankles, we watched her snug panties, umm pants, lift away then cling to her swollen lips as she shifted. I had to comment, “You know, sweetie, that’s the most exposure you’ve ever given us while keeping the most clothes on. Thanks for the exciting show.” Our friends grunted, and Sue stared at the tenting results of her erotic show in our slacks and the swollen nipples pushing against Paula’s pullover. Paula tossed back another shot in fear of trying to match Sue’s extroverted performance.

I didn’t even notice the first two cards I dealt since we were all staring at my wife’s swollen lips, and the now much bigger wet spot, and anticipating the similar exposition we expected from Paula. After conspicuously adjusting my slacks, I saw Sue had a 2 and 9. She hit with a face card. Another 21? Paul drew a 4, 10, A, 10 — busted. Sue ordered him to lose his socks.

She drew 4, A, 2, 10 and stayed with 17. Paul had a chance. He drew a 10, 6, and had to draw — a 9 — busted! Sue had him stand and remove his slacks. “Too bad we’re playing for UK pants or I’d have just won. We would not stop here anyway since I want to see what’s causing that big, inviting bulge in your briefs.” She winked suggestively at Paula, cruelly reminding her that her turn was coming.

Next hand, Sue drew a 4, A, 9, 8 — BUSTed. Now if Paul didn’t try for a 21, he had this hand. He drew a 4, 2 and STAYed! With no need to draw anymore, he ordered Sue to stand and strip off her blouse. We wondered if she had a bra today. When she teasingly lifted her top, grinning widely and rocking her pullover mid chest, we got our disappointing answer. Her small lemon-sized tits were still nested in her soft, clingy bra. The nude cups couldn’t hide the shadows of her aureolas or her stiffening, dense nipples. Her clit made a small dimple in her panties.

She stood still, akimbo, staring at Paul who was wearing only his snug briefs, letting the other couple gawk at her in her bra and pants only. After thrusting her mons at Paul, she sat and I dealt her a 9, A and she stayed at 20. Paul drew a 10, 2 and 9 for 21! There was only one choice left. Paul demurely slurred, “SHOW US YOUR TITS, BABY!” He ignored Paula’s shocked stare and nervously licked his lower lip. I chuckled and waited for my beautiful wife to comply. As she climbed to her feet, her soaked crotch demanded our attention and got it.