[Group] One girl, four guys, and a deck of cards… [Exhibition]

I am always the first person at any party to suggest strip poker. Maybe this makes me a huge slut simply by rule. I don’t care. I will always be excited at the thought of taking my clothes off in public, especially when I know that everyone watching will enjoy it, too. I’m a 22 year old, slim figured woman with dark hair and perky breasts. So really, what’s the harm in a little fun, showing off what I’ve got?

What’s really disappointing, though, is how often people say no. Usually, it’s my female friends; I’ve never had a single one be okay with the idea, no matter how much they’ve drunk or how much I beg with them to start a game. So I’m often forced to stay fully clothed, sulking over what could have been a very interesting night.

This night, though, was different.

I’m at a New Years party. My boyfriend, Aaron, is sitting behind me, drunk as a skunk on the couch. His best friend / my on-again-off-again fuckbuddy, Jack, is equally buzzed beside me. My only female friend there, Jill, is passed out nearby on a futon. And her roommate and his best friend, Anthony and Jared, are both downing whisky on the other side of the room. All in all, a fairly suggestible crowd.

Anthony was my ex, and Jared an old high school friend. For a long time, I’d held a huge grudge against Jared, because when I was younger, he was extremely anti-gay, anti-sex, anti everything I liked, pretty much. I ditched him as a friend when he told me I would burn in hell for sleeping with women and having sex before marriage. I was never into being shamed for liking what I liked.

At the beginning of the evening, Anthony pulls me aside and tells me Jared has “calmed down a lot” since I’d last known him. Changed his opinions on sex and all that stuff. He’s now a lot more open minded, even though his sexual experiences are very limited.

Well, I think to myself. We’ll see about that.

“Jack,” I say, “How about we play poker?”

Jack’s eyes light up. Anything involving competition, and he’s already raring to go.

“I can deal,” Jared volunteers. “I host a poker club sometimes.”

I take a moment to let everyone agree, then I throw in the clincher. “Let’s make it more fun, then, guys. *Strip* poker.”

My friend Jill, the only one who I knew would object to the plan, is already miles away in dreamland, unconscious from a huge amount of booze. There’s no one here to stop me tonight. Just me, four guys, and a deck of cards.

“Deal ’em,” Jack says.

Aaron, my boyfriend and ever the voyeur, opts out instantly. “I’m way too drunk, guys. I suck at cards. I’ll just… I’ll just watch.”

“I bet you will,” Jack whispers under his breath. I laugh. Aaron’s kinks are common knowledge to us both. He’s always been into watching me do extremely slutty things while he does nothing to stop it. Up to this point, Jack is the only one who’s been the target of my slutty behavior. Now I have a whole roomful of people to give a good show.

Now would be a good time to clarify the goods, AKA what I am wearing, AKA what I have to put on the line. I’m wearing a black crop top that exposes my stomach, a pair of grey ripped jeans, two socks, a black silk bra, and a pair of panties that are bright, bright red. I also have a sweater wrapped around me. A soft, long brown sweater that was open in the front, just big enough to cover most of me from neck to thigh. I already had a plan of how to use it to my best advantage once things started getting hot.

A few rounds in, I start “losing”. My socks come off one by one, my two least revealing poker chips. I play a few more rounds, breaking even, and then throw another chip down on a total bluff hand.

“Looks like you’re losing that sweater,” Jack says, showing off his hand filled with hearts.

I raise my eyebrow at him. Then, with some great skill, I wiggle my hands out of the sleeves of the crop top and slip it off, all without budging the sweater in the slightest. The only thing visible between its front folds is my cleavage, now on full display.

“Touché.” Jack says and laughs.

At first, Jack seems like the only one not afraid to look at my tits. My boyfriend is behind me, watching the expressions of the others carefully. But soon, I see Anthony’s eyes wander over my chest. He takes a moment, shrugs, and smiles.

Jared, on the other hand, is boring holes into his cards with his eyes. He can’t even look up to accept his glass of whiskey that Anthony pours for him. His fingers are tight around the deck as he deals us another round.

Soon, the boys begin losing their own “chips” too. Jack takes his shirt off, Jared loses his socks, and I strip my ex Anthony down to his boxers beautifully quick. Anthony is attractive, by the way, and I’m definitely enjoying the view of him naked because of my own victory. He is sandy blonde, thin, tall, and laying across the floor with his leg propped up, very “paint me like one of your French girls” style. I realize I’m probably dealing with another exhibitionist, too, so I have to take it one step further.

The next hand, I lose my pants. The sweater pools around me, not quite big enough to cover my naked thighs and my bare stomach underneath. It’s warm, so I don’t really feel any need to cover up. In fact, I stretch a few times, letting my hips and chest peek through the fabric as it pulls away from my body. My panties are tight, and I’m sure the outline of my pussy is obvious to anyone who’s looking, since I’m sitting with both legs splayed open.

A few rounds go by. The boys at this point are all in their boxers now. I want to do them one better. So I lose the next hand.

My hands work over the clasp of my bra and I throw it towards the couch. It lands on my sleeping friend with a gentle thwap. Everyone laughs drunkenly, but not too loudly. They don’t want to wake her up now that my tits are out, I suppose.

Then I lose the next hand. Moment of truth. I wiggle out of my panties, folding them and placing them gently beside me. I’m wearing nothing but the sweater, which is only closed enough to hide everything from my nipples and outward. My legs are crossed, keeping my pussy tastefully hidden from view. It’s a tease show, and I’m loving it.

One by one, I try to get a good look at the hard-ons I see in each of the boxer shorts. It’s not like they can hide them. Im sitting in a room full of cocks, all throbbing because of me. I’m realizing I’m getting wetter just looking at them, and since I’m not wearing panties anymore…

At this point, Jared and Anthony call it quits. They have no interest in getting totally naked, they say, so they throw in their cards.

Jack, however, doesn’t give up so easily.

“I won,” he says smugly.

“No you didn’t,” I reply. “I still have my sweater.”

“Oh, come on, Kate,” he says, “I don’t want to do this to you, but if I win, I’m ripping that sweater off myself just to prove that I won the night.”

I can hear Aaron’s brain short circuiting behind me. The other guys look equal parts confused and excited. Looks like the game wasn’t over quite yet.

Jared sinks back to the floor, trying his best to look casual. “I guess I’m dealing you in.”

And the cards are dealt.

It’s a long match. Probably at least twenty hands of stalemates, false bets, take backsies, teasing. But, eventually, after a grueling twenty minutes, Jack beats me for good.

“You gonna?” He asks. “Or do I-?”

Before he can finish I rip off the sweater and throw it to the floor.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. As much as they all try not to look, I see them stealing so many glances, running their eyes up and down the totally naked girl now standing in the living room. Jared runs to go get a glass from the kitchen. Anthony is leaning up against the door, taking a quick look every few seconds, looking as unbothered as ever. Jack is too busy being excited that he won to do anything beyond tell me how badly I lost. And Aaron, my boyfriend, is more or less having an aneurysm for every moment I stay naked.

After a minute or so, I put the sweater back on. The mood lightens. The hard-ons subside. Jack spends the majority of the evening gloating. “I won the night,” he keeps singing, “I won the night!” Later he puts me in a few wrestling poses, pins me down, and makes me admit defeat. If not for the crowd, he probably would’ve plowed me right then and there.
But then my friend Jill wakes up, and all my hopes for that are gone.

The night might not have ended in steamy group sex or a hard fucking from my boyfriend or my friend… But I did accomplish several things.

I made the boy who tortured me in high school get a hard cock for me. I was also probably the first naked girl he’s ever seen in person.

I made my ex boyfriend look at me like I was the first fuck he wanted since he broke up with his last girl.

I made my friend humiliate me in front of other guys by literally stripping me down to nothing.

And I made my boyfriend have arguably one of the best nights of his cuck life. One that we both are never going to forget.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qdcl8/group_one_girl_four_guys_and_a_deck_of_cards