Seven - Paisley
Was I leading things, or was Kevin? With all the fun I was having, I had kind of lost track.
I’d arrived intending to direct the evening. To take charge and decide how far to push this strange chemistry between us. I’d even tried to come up with some rules for our imaginary game ‘pleasure town,’ but had quickly given up when I realized I had no idea how to engineer something like that.
From the moment I set foot in Aaron’s home, it was clear that Kevin had an agenda of his own.
The fact that it aligned with my own was perfect, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t throwing me for a loop.
A bit. Not enough to throw me off my game, and certainly not enough to make me lose sight of my goal: one, or both, of them balls-deep inside me by the end of the evening.
Now this. A game that seemed entirely luck-based, but who knows what he’d do to come out on top. I decided to call him out.
“And how do I know you haven’t stacked the deck?"
“I’ll let you shuffle, if it makes you feel any better about your impending nudity?” He handed me the deck.
“Your impending nudity.” I made sure to include them both with my roving eye. “I’m very lucky when it comes to games of chance.”
“Let’s find out.” Kevin was as cocksure as ever as I slid him a card.
I hated that I found it a turn-on, but something about his confidence pushed me to match it. It pushed me out of my comfort zone and into a situation… well, like the one I was currently in.
Aaron held his card to his chest. Literally clutching it like it was a life ring. He either had a terrible one or was so nervous about losing clothing that his eyes held nothing but fear.
“Okay, let’s see ‘em!”
I flipped mine without looking first. It was the king of diamonds—a safe, high card.
Aaron produced his. A six of clubs. No help there.
“Bad luck.” Kevin smiled and patted Aaron on the back. I might be crazy, but there was definitely some chemistry there. Something more than a spark.
“Now let’s see yours.” There was no way he was beating my card.
Kevin held my gaze as he flipped his card. It was an eight. I was safe; neither of them were.
“See? I told you I was lucky.” Leaning back, I added, “Time to lose some clothes, boys!” I was as bold as I could be, but my insides were whirling with butterflies as I said the words.
They exchanged a look before both dutifully took off their shoes.
“Oh, no. That’s not enough. And none of this ‘one shoe counts.’ It doesn’t. You lose, and it’s both… and your socks.”
“Are these the house rules you were referring to?” Aaron looked at me, but was waiting for Kevin to take the lead.
“Yep.” I scrunched my nose up and giggled.
“So, just to be clear, we’re taking off both of our shoes, and both of our socks?” Kevin wasn’t just seeking clarity; he was looking for a weak point, and I knew it.
“Yep,” I repeated.
“That’s four things.” Aaron protested.
“True, but just think: I only need to lose once, and you’ll see everything. Here, I’ll kick my shoes off in preparation.” I kicked them off quickly, throwing the gauntlet down for them to follow suit.
They both appeared to consider the implications of what I’d just suggested for a moment, exchanged a look I could only think was transmitting some kind of ‘bro telepathy,’ and then both acquiesced.
“There. Happy?” Kevin was smirking as he lifted a foot from under the table and wiggled his toes.
“I’m happier.”
“One step closer to seeing us naked, huh?” Aaron was still sheepish, glancing at me from behind his glasses.
I nodded and smiled wider. I couldn’t wait to see his broad shoulders and chest out in the flesh.
“Deal again.” Kevin prompted.
I shuffled and dealt three more cards.
“Reveal all at once?” I dared before anyone had a chance to check.
They agreed silently. The sound of our cards against the felt of Aaron’s gaming board filled the air before I yelped triumphantly. I’d won again.
“Okay, you are lucky at cards.” Aaron accepted defeat.
“Or she’s cheating.” Kevin wasn’t nearly as happy that the game he suggested was backfiring.
“Nope. Just luck. Now, strip!” I clapped as if to encourage them.
Almost simultaneously, they discarded the upper half of their clothing. Aaron’s thick muscles were now on full display, as was Kevin’s wiry, tanned, toned physique.
“Like what you see?” Kevin’s muscles twitched as he clearly flexed them.
“Yes, I do,” I answered as plainly as possible while my stomach did star jumps and my pussy leaked uncontrollably.
“Me too. Damn, Aaron. I didn’t know you had muscles like that. Where you been hiding them?” Aaron blushed under our combined attention but didn’t try to cover himself up.
“It looks like you’re no stranger to the gym, either.” He countered, putting his glasses back on and taking a moment to admire Kevin.
A voice in my head kept screaming, ‘This is it, it’s happening,’ while I did my best to appear aloof.
I cursed the fact that I was wearing the tiniest pair of panties that were doing nothing to stem the deluge of arousal leaking from me, but I would be glad of them when it came my turn to take something off.
Small, lacy, and black, they disappeared between my cheeks and were sure to work the boys up into a state more than my big knickers or period pants.
“Another round? Care to keep pushing your luck?” I took their cards back and began shuffling again.
“I’m not stopping until you’ve taken something off!” Kevin kicked back and shook his head. It was clear he was much more confident being naked than Aaron, despite being the smaller of them.
“Unless she’s stacking the deck.” It was Aaron’s turn to level the accusation.
“What? I don’t even know how to do that!” I shook my head and gave the cards a quick riffle.
I dealt the next three with added force, spinning them into the sides of the table.
“I’m looking this time.” Kevin picked his card up.
“Me too.”
I hadn’t checked mine, but judging by both their expressions, they hadn’t been dealt what they hoped.
“Want to take it in turns? I’ll go first.” I said a small prayer to the gods of fate and revealed my card—an ace.
“Are we saying they’re high or low?” Aaron asked.
“They’re high. They’re always high in a game like this.” I didn’t hesitate with my reply. I was safe again, and things were about to get seriously interesting.
“Fine.” Kevin tossed his card back without revealing it. Aaron followed suit.
“Time to lose some more. And don’t be afraid to make a show of it this time!” I clapped louder as they both stood up, ready to give me my own private little striptease.
Aaron was apprehensive. Kevin was disappointed that I hadn’t taken anything off yet, but conceded his loss. He held my gaze as he stood, his hands on his belt buckle, ready.
I leaned back, not giving an inch or anything away while he made short work of his belt and then his zipper.
“Enjoying the show?” His cocky drawl sent waves of arousal through me. I nodded, but said nothing.
He pulled his jeans off with a flourish, not remotely stumbling or anything: just pure confidence, pure showmanship. I doubted the same would be true of Aaron.
I turned my attention to him; he was still fumbling with his belt and looking at Kevin to lead the way.
“You’ve got this, mate. Just whip ‘em off, and we’ll get her next round. No one’s that lucky.”
I gave him a look that said, ‘yeah, this bitch is,’ but didn’t turn away from Aaron for too long. It was too much fun watching him awkwardly struggle to take his clothes off under our combined gazes.
While Kevin’s confidence gave me butterflies, Aaron’s geeky awkwardness did the same.
His genuine, authentic self was something that I wasn’t prepared for, and it disarmed me how horny it was making me.
I wouldn’t like to have to choose between them right now, but if I did, Aaron was in the lead by a hair.
“There. We’re both down to our pants, and you haven’t taken off a thing. Happy?”
“So far.” I checked out their legs. Just as muscular as the top half, and just as enticing. There was something about a man with thick, well-built thighs that made me weak, and Aaron had that physique and more.
My heart pounded as I imagined where this was all leading. Two hot, muscular guys in their underwear, and me, ready to jump both of them. It was the most exciting thing to happen to me since I broke up with my husband. Hell, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.
“I’m dealing this time. Give me those cards.” I handed them over without question, steeling myself to take something off. He was right; no one was lucky enough to win four times in a row.
He shuffled long enough that Aaron gave him an eyebrow raise. “What? I’m making sure whatever she’s done to the cards is gone.” He replied without a hint of irony.
I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, deal. I’m eager to see what you boys are packing.” The comment had a sleazy edge, nothing like how I was day-to-day, but the more clothing they cast off, the braver I became.
“Here goes….” Kevin sucked in a breath as he dealt. The stakes were higher for both of them. Another loss meant full nudity.
I lifted the edge of my card to check—three of hearts. Yeah, I was definitely taking something off.
“Ten of clubs!” Kevin announced triumphantly, slamming his card down.
“Beats me,” I revealed my card with a casual flip, hiding just how amped up and nervous I was about losing my dress.
“And I beat both of you.” Aaron pushed his glasses up and turned over another ace.
“Guess we’re both taking something off this round. Want to go first?” I slipped a thumb into the strap of my dress and pursed my lips.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Ladies first.” Kevin held me with that arresting stare of his.
I could feel Aaron watching my every move, but didn’t want to take my eyes off Kevin, not even for a second. I wanted him to see just how much I wanted this, how much I needed it. I was here to play just as much as he was, and I would push things to the absolute limit if I had to.
I stood up and moved my chair away, slipping both thumbs into my straps with a theatrical flourish.
“Ready, boys?” They nodded like eager dogs, watching my every move.
I was liberated under the spotlight of their hungry eyes. I was the subject of desire, someone who was wanted, longed for. After all I’d been through, it felt welcome. I lifted my straps and let my dress fall to the floor like water running down a mountain.
Their shocked gasps said it all. Aaron blatantly checked out my breasts—looking better than ever in my fanciest, lacy, push-up bra. Kevin’s gaze hungrily darted everywhere, from my bra to the tiny black triangle of my panties to my thigh-high socks.
“Very nice.” Kevin’s voice was a sleazy drawl that did things to me it had no right doing.
“Yes… very nice.” Aaron echoed, unable to tear his attention from me.
“Thanks. Your turn.” I crossed my arms, instantly creating more authority and pushing up my girls to give me an unstoppable cleavage.
“Fine.” Kevin pouted, but stood up.
Aaron remained seated, glancing at the space between us and wondering where this was all headed.
I was wondering too, though I didn’t say a word.
I was playing my ‘cool and aloof and totally down for anything’ role to the hilt, and I wasn’t about to break character now that Kevin was going to reveal the goods.
He whipped off his black boxer briefs without flourish. Without drama. Like it was the most natural thing in the world that he was revealing his cock for our appreciative gazes. I had to admit, it was kind of hot.
“There.” With his hands on his hips, he displayed himself proudly.
I bit my lower lip hard. He was as big as I hoped. He wasn’t hard yet, but there was some growth, his shaft pulsing and thickening under my gaze. He seemed to like being the center of attention, as his boastful comments suggested. That was encouraging for what I had in mind next.
“You want to call it there, and admit you lost?” I giggled, unable to tear my eyes from the first cock I’d seen since my ex-husband’s.
“Hell, no. I’m due a win, and one more round and one of you is joining me.”
“Technically, two more rounds for me.”
“Are we counting bra and pants as separate?” Ah, Aaron. Always seeking clarification.
“I am.”
“But socks and shoes weren’t?” Kevin was still pushing, still testing the limits.
“That was to get things going. I mean, I could also include my socks, but I assumed by the way you boys were looking at them, you would want me to leave them on?”
I lifted a leg and hitched them up, taking my time. Aaron nodded enthusiastically. Kevin mirrored the gesture, but with far more reserve.
“One more round. This time, my luck’s due. I can feel it.” Kevin sat back down and shuffled again.
Aaron had gone still, his face and chest flushed red. Was it embarrassment, nerves, or excitement? I really hoped it was the latter, but I was ready for anything, even if it meant abandoning all the saucy plans I was furiously making in my head.
“C’mon, c’mon.” Kevin kept shuffling before dealing a fresh hand.
I joined him at the table, my breasts spilling everywhere as I sat back down.
With the cards in our hands and grins on my face and Kevin’s, it was clear who had lost.
“Ready? On three!” Kevin called out.
We slammed our cards enthusiastically down, revealing a nine and an eight, while Aaron sheepishly showed his two.
“Look at that, you finally won a hand!”
“I knew I would.” He sat back, looking awfully proud for someone completely naked. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Are you speaking to me, or Paisley?”
“Both of you. I’m in for a treat.” He rubbed his hands together and shuffled his chair back as if to create a better vantage point.
“What do you mean? We can already see everything about you, literally.” Aaron protested, possibly stalling for time.
“Yeah, but I’m not ashamed of anything. Are you?” Turning to me, he repeated, “Are you?”
I met his arrogant stare with my own. Without thinking or hesitating, I undid the clasp on my bra and slipped it off.
“Nope.” I threw it onto the gaming table triumphantly.
Their stares said it all.
I’d always been proud of my breasts. They were more than big enough to attract attention, but they hadn’t fully succumbed to gravity yet.
They weren’t as perky as when I was younger, but watching their reaction, you might have thought they’d discovered the lost treasure we were looking for in the last game.
I took a moment to massage them. To feel the weight of them in my palms, to lift them higher and press them together and do all of the things I’d seen every porn star do that seemed to make men rock hard.
When I’d decided I’d teased them long enough, and that we were all way past the point of no return, I turned to Aaron.
“Your turn.”