Late-Night Return

The bulge in my pants was bigger than it had ever been, and now I
was going to have to take my pants off again. I stood up and pulled
my tee shirt off again and tossed it on the table. Then I unfastened my
pants and used my hands to push my erection to the side, then pushed
my pants down to my knees and pulled them off one foot and then the
other. I sat down, and handed the jeans to Betty. I looked up and saw
Mary smiling across at me.

Betty quickly unfastened her jeans and worked them off her hips and
down her legs. She stepped out of each leg and dropped them on the
table, before sitting down.

"Maybe I should stop putting these back on," Kat said, as she wiggled
her jeans over her hips, and down her thighs. She pulled one leg free,
then as she held up her other leg up to pull the jeans off, I could see
the two pubic hairs still sticking out from under her pink satin panties.
Kat handed the jeans to Betty and sat down.

Betty stacked the jeans on the coffee table. "I raise three," she said.

I turned and looked at Joe. He frowned, shook his head. "I fold," he
said.

I turned and looked at Mary, who was now studying Betty. If Mary
wanted to see this bet, she and the other members of her team had to
bet their pants. Mary finally shrugged. "I guess I have to fold too."

Betty passed Kat her jeans, and in spite of what she had said earlier,
she immediately pulled them back on. Betty then handed me my
jeans, and I slipped them back on. Betty slipped her own jeans back
on. I found my tee shirt and pulled it on over my head.

"Ok, now Larry," said Betty. "Keep your mind on the game. Don't get
distracted by the scenery."

I sat down at the table and grabbed a pair of women's socks and
tossed them into the ante pile. Jack stood up and unfastened his jeans.
Jack quickly pushed his jeans down to his knees, then pulled one leg
off, then the other. As he stood up to toss the jeans into the
kitchenette, I could see a huge bulge in his jockey shorts.

"Hey Jack," Kat called out as Jack sat down. "You still like the
game?"

"We'll have your panties in a minute," replied Jack.

Vicky now stood up and unfastened her pants, pushed them down
over her hips, past the bright red panties, and down her thighs. She
pulled off one leg and then the other. Then she tossed the jeans into
the kitchenette and sat down.

Kat's observation that the ante pile seemed to be winning was coming
to pass. One of our teams was going to lose soon. I had to be careful it
wasn't my team. Vicky started to shuffle the cards and deal out the
hands. I picked up my hand and looked at an ace, queen, nine, six and
five. Well, we had a little pile of clothes, so I guess we didn't need to
win this hand that badly.

"I can't open," Jack said.

I shook my head. "I can't open either."

"I can open," Vicky said. "I need your shirt, Joe." Joe took off his tee
shirt and handed it to Vicky, who dropped it on the table.

Jack turned and looked at Mary.

"Ok, I know," Mary said. Mary slowly stood up, her legs stiff from
sitting on the floor. She unfastened her jeans and carefully pushed
them down over her hips, exposing white satin low cut panties with
lace around the edge. Mary pushed her jeans down near her ankles,
then stepped out of them one leg at a time. She immediately sat down
and handed Jack the jeans. Jack dropped them in the pot.

I sat there staring at Mary's bra and panties. I could still make out the
smooth white satin as it went around her hips, although her legs
blocked any view of the front.

"Ok, Larry, what're you going to do?" asked Jack.

Suddenly I realized that it was my turn to act. I grabbed a woman's
sweater from our pile and tossed it in the pot.

Everyone took three cards again. I picked up my three new cards and
saw a pair of eight's and a four. This was better, but still didn't seem
like a winner.

Vicky turned to Connie. "I'm going to open for one. That means your
bra."

"Well, you could go first this time, if you want," replied Connie. From
the silence it was clear Vicky did not want to go first, so Connie
reluctantly stood up, unfastened her bra, pulled her arms out of each
of the shoulder straps, then pulled the bra away, letting her rounded
breast drop free. Connie then sat down and handed Vicky her bra.

I turned to look at Jack. "I fold," he said immediately.

That left it up to me, and I was about to fold. When I started to
wonder what Vicky really had. I had a pair of eight's. Maybe Vicky
only had a pair of seven's or six's. Maybe I should see her bet to find
out. I looked down at our pile and counted three remaining items.
Then a thought occurred to me. Vicky did not have a great hand,
otherwise she would have opened for three. I picked up two shirts and
a pair of jeans from our pile tossed it in the center. "I'm raising three,"
I said.

I then stood up unfastened my jeans and pushed my jeans down again.
In my excitement, I had forgotten about my boxers, and the head of
my penis popped out the front of my boxers when I pushed my jeans
down. I immediately saw the problem and pushed it back in over to
the side, but there was and immediate chorus of giggles from all the
girls. I pulled the jeans off one leg and then the other and tossed it on
the table and sat down.

As I sat down I could see Vicky starring at me. If she wanted to see
my bet, she would have to bet her bra, Connie's panties and Joe's
underpants. She wouldn't do that unless she had a very good hand,
and I was hoping she didn't have that kind of a hand. I sat staring back
at Vicky trying not to give away my fear. If she called my bet, I had
lost my pants.

"I can't do it," Vicky finally said. "Larry's had too many good hands
tonight. I fold."

A great wave of relief swept over me, and I grabbed my jeans and
slipped them back on. I then pulled the rest of clothes off the coffee
table and stood up. I had taken a big chance, but I had gotten away
with it. Things now looked pretty good for our team. We clearly had
more clothes than anyone else, except for the ante pile.

As Mary gathered up the cards, I overheard Connie talking to Vicky.

"What did you have?" Connie asked.

"A pair of jacks," replied Vicky.

I had actually bluffed her. I thought she had a low pair, but she had
folded a pair of jacks! I couldn't believe my luck.

Betty grabbed Mary's sweater from our pile and tossed it into the
kitchenette for our ante.

"Ok, it your turn," Mary said to Pam. "It's not really that bad. Just like
wearing a bikini."

Pam stood up and unfastened her jeans, then slid them down her hips
and over very fancy lacy white panties that were solid in the middle,
but semi-transparent on the sides. She slid the jeans down her legs and
pulled them off one leg. As she lifted up her other leg to pull the jeans
off, I could see three or four pubic hairs sticking out from the crotch
of her panties. She pulled the jeans off and sat down abruptly. Pam
handed the jeans to Mary who tossed them into the kitchenette.

We then turned and looked at Vicky. She reluctantly stood up, quickly
unfastened her bra, threaded her arms out of the straps, then pulled the
bra away from the Grand Tetons and sat down. From the floor she
tossed her bra into the kitchenette.

Kat stepped over next to me and whispered in my ear. "What did you
have last hand?"

I smiled. "A pair of eight's," I said.

Kat gasp. "You mean you bluffed Vicky?" she whispered.

Mary dealt out three hands. Betty looked at her cards, grabbed a
sweater and tossed it on the table. "I'll open," Betty said.

I whispered to Kat. "Yeah, I guess I did bluff her, but I thought she
had a low pair."

"Vicky is going to be really mad when she finds out," Kat whispered
to me.

"Ok, Joe, we need your underpants now," said Connie.

Joe stood up, looked around then his eyes seemed to settle on Betty.
He put his thumbs under the waistband of his jockey shorts, then
quickly pushed them down to his ankles and sat down. Of course, as
soon as his shorts were below his hips, his erection had popped
straight out, which was greeted with giggles and catcalls from all
directions.

I leaned over to Kat. "Well make sure that Vicky doesn't find out," I
said.

Kat smiled. "I'll try," she whispered back.

Everyone took three cards again. Betty studied her cards and frowned.
"I pass," she said. Obviously, Betty was not real happy with her hand.

Connie leaned over and whispered something in Vicky ear. Vicky
then nodded her head in agreement. "We are opening for two,"
Connie said as she stood up. She quickly pushed her panties down to
her knees, revealing her trimmed bush and sat down, to pull the
panties off her ankles and tossed them on the table.

Vicky then stood up, pushed her red panties down to her ankles and
sat down all in one motion, giving a fleeting glimpse of her fuller
bush. Vicky pulled her panties off her ankles and tossed them onto the
coffee table as well.

Vicky, Connie and Joe were now sitting there stark naked, having bet
all their remaining clothes on this hand. Connie would not have bet
her panties on nothing, so she must have a pretty good hand.