Your long-time friends, Jan and Mike, invited you and your husband over for a night of “fun and games”. When she called you and mentioned “Fun and games”, you responded, “Fun like we had back in our college days? Or something else in mind?”
“Oh, I was thinking that we could just play cards. Maybe poker, spades, or something.”
“I love it. The last time I did anything like that, was our college days. We will see you then.” You respond.
Your husband loves the idea of going over to play cards. It has been too long since you all had taken time to just spend time together and have fun. They also mention that they had remodeled since your last visit.
On Friday, you get home from work and change your outfit. You look at what you have in the closet. “I could just wear jeans and t-shirt. Or I could wear something ‘slutty and playful’.” You shake your head. “Never mind, I’ll just wear jeans & t-shirt.” Then you look at yourself in the mirror as you hear your husband arrive home. He walks in to the bedroom as you are wearing just bra and panties.
“I like that, but I think you should wear something over it.” He says as he pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt.
He walks up and hugs you from behind. His chest feels good against your back as he kisses your neck. “If you continue that, we’ll be late.” You say in a mock scolding tone.
“Maybe I want to be late. Maybe I want you all to myself tonight.” He says like a spoiled brat. You turn and kiss him on the mouth, your tongue going deep and firmly, which surprises him a bit.
You grab his head and pull back. “Only good little boys get treated like that.” You say in your best “Mommy” tone.
“Well, if I have share you with others, then I don’t want you too sexy.” He says still in a spoiled brat tone.
“Not too sexy.” You think as you grab your “hip hugger jeans”. You reach into your panty drawer and pull out a black G-string that says “Horny B*tch” on the crotch in white letters. You grab a black bra to match it.
“I should have gotten you a novelty bra too to go with the panties.” He says smiling.
“Oh, I already thought of that.” As you pull out an old t-shirt that says “Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver”
“How long have you had that?”
“Jan and I both got those when we were roommates. I wonder if she still has hers?”
“Maybe I should just save a tree right now?” he says as he pulls on a pair of jeans too.
“Later, but why don’t you wear this one?” you ask as you throw him a shirt that says “Rub me for Luck.” “That’s perfect for playing cards.”
You finish getting ready and drive over. You both have known Jan and Mike for years. Jan was your roommate in college and Mike was good friends with your husband. You were happy when they hooked up and stayed together.
Once you get there Jan greets you at the door with a warm familiar hug.
As you pull off your jacket, you hear her say “Oh my God, you still have that? Does that mean we have to tell the guys why we got them?”
You smile broadly and motion for her to lower her voice. “No. Not unless you want to. I was just in a playful mood and thought you might enjoy seeing it.”
“What are you ladies whispering about?” Mike asks in his booming voice. “I’ll take your jackets.” As he hangs them on a couple of empty hooks by the door.
Then he greets your husband on an old-fashioned forearm grip. “And how are you doing mi amigo? Do you want some drinks?”
“Which beers do you have moi bliski droog?”
“As always, I have a variety. What do you expect?”
You and Jan watch the guys head for the kitchen. “What about us? Should I make something sweet and tasty, or do you just feel like doing a row of ‘Blowjobs’?” Jan asks.
“Let’s start off slow and sweet. Do you have the makings of a Fireball cider?”
“Do we have the makings…. You know Mike. He was a bartender when he lived with your husband. I think he still wants to be one. We keep a fully stocked bar downstairs. Let me grab the cider from the fridge.” She says as she points you towards the stairs and heads to the kitchen.
You walk down the stairs into the basement. You are surprised at the changes since you were last here. They put up paneling, set up a bar in the one side, a card table near that, a couch, large TV, and other amenities.
“Welcome to our Game Room.” Jan says as she comes behind you with a jug of apple cider. “I just realized you haven’t seen it since we finished remodeling. It cost us a pretty penny, but it was worth it. We added a sink behind the bar and a full bathroom on the other end. The big TV and entertainment center was what we originally just wanted to do, but then Mike talked about a fully functional bar, and it grew from there. The only thing we haven’t gotten yet is the billiard table. But if we had that, then we would need a smaller couch or get rid of the card table.”
You walk around, looking at all of it. Jan pulls out a couple of large glasses, wipes them quickly with a towel, and then pours a generous shot of cinnamon whiskey in the bottom of each one. She pours the rich apple cider over it and then swirls it with bar spoon. You smell the scent of apples and cinnamon as you take a sip. It warms your mouth and feels so good. She sips hers too. “I am glad you came over tonight. I miss spending time with you.”
“I know, with our work schedules, and other things that need done, we just never find time to just ‘hang out’.” You take a deeper drink this time. You sigh with pleasure as it warms your stomach and makes your skin tingle.
You hear the guys walking down the stairs. “I wanted to do it all myself, but there was never time, so we hired a contractor. It cost more than I wanted to spend, but he and his crew did a great job.” They stop half way down the stairs. Your husband whistles in approval. “See mi amigo, what I mean. Just like we talked about. A bar, an entertainment center.”
“But no pool table” your husband mentions.
“I can’t have everything. Maybe in the future. Besides would you prefer to play cards or billiards?”
“Being I beat you in every game of 8-ball that we ever played…” he says playfully.
“Which is why we are playing card tonight. Right Jan?” He says as he continues down the stairs.
Your husband looks over at you. “You must be really enjoying your drink.” He looks at your hard nipples, visible through your thin bra. “or is it just cold down here?” He sips his beer and smiles.
You walk over and rub his crotch. “Let’s see if that improves my luck.”
“Shall we play cards?” Jan asks as she sits down at the card table. There are rows of chips in holders at each position.
Mike sits down. “Do we want Spades, or Hearts. Bridge is for old married couples.”
“Poker.” Your husband chimes in as he takes a seat across from Mike. That leaves you sitting across from Jan.
“I thought normally you have partners sitting across from each other?” You ask.
“Dear, in poker, it is everyone for themselves. And I like the boy/girl/boy/girl layout.” He takes another sip from his beer.
Mike takes a deck of cards from a holder in the center of the table. “Are we playing with real money, tonight?” he asks.
“Let’s just use the chips.” Jan says in a friendly tone.
“We could do strip poker.” You say as you drink the rest of your drink. Everyone stares at you for a moment. “What? We have all done that before. Jan, can I have another one of these?” you ask as you hand her the empty glass.
She gets up and makes you another fireball cider. “We’ve seen each other naked but are you sure you want play strip poker?” she responds as she hands you your drink.
You take a fresh sip, and you are feeling pretty good. “Oh, yes.” You say. You pull off your t-shirt and throw it in the center of the table. “There is my ante.” Your breasts feel good in just your black bra.
Mike shuffles the cards. “I think you ladies might have an advantage with the amount of clothes you have.”
But your husband retorts, “I just think of them as players who have more to spend than we do. Shall I cut the cards?” as he pulls off his t-shirt and throws it on the table.
“Honey, take a sip of this.” You say as you hand your drink to your husband.
He takes a sip. “That’s good. Mike, do you have hard cider? That would make it taste better.”
He hands your husband the cards, and stands up. “Are there any other drinks to make?” Your husband downs his beer and hands him the empty bottle.
Your husband cuts the cards in to three piles. He then restacks them left over right with the center pile on the top. He then hands them to Mike in exchange for his drink.
“Mmmm, that is good.” He says taking a deep drink.
Mike starts dealing. “Are we playing 5-card draw or stud?”
Jan throws in her t-shirt. Her pink and white bra looks sexy against her skin. You remember those days when you and her learned to pleasure each other. “I think that Draw would be a better game. Don’t agree, Stud?” she says winking at your husband.
“I agree, but moi Droog needs to add in his shirt too. This is poker and not blackjack.”
As Mike deals out the cards he says, “I will, un mommento mi amigo.”
(I hope you enjoyed Part 1. Part 2 continues the fun had by the couples….and will post next week. See you then.)
