[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/k6q0ei/ffm_femdom_cuckquean_nc_huml_strip_poker_the_last/)
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In the next orbit Ava and I lost our shirts, though Ava still had the extra shirt underneath. Grace was not happy to see Ava appraising me. It might not have meant much to me by itself, but because I knew Grace hated it, I loved watching Ava’s eyes linger on my shoulders, abs, and chest. To be an object of lust was an unfamiliar feeling. It weakened my resolve. The temptation to betray Grace matured into concrete intention.
In the next hand Grace and I paid blinds. We placed no bets and I lost on showdown. I could’ve bet earlier. I had a solid pocket pair, but I wanted to save my chips and shove all in on a bad hand against Ava, so I could lose to her.
When I took my jeans off, my erection was obvious through my boxers. Both Grace and Ava fixed their eyes on it. Grace stared with the distinct, indignant desperation of a woman watching her man cross forbidden lines. Ava stared with a cool thirst, which gave me such a want for her to touch my cock that I flexed it against the fabric of my boxers, to feel at least something.