“Why don’t you communicate with me through the blog?” Nancy asked. “There’s links to send emails or post comments and there’s even a chat feature. I’d love to hear from you and get feedback on our videos and stories. Make sure I know it’s you.”
Later that week, Cindy got an email from Nancy inviting her to come over on Thursday and play Bunko with some of her friends. Cindy wrote back to ask if the guys were invited. Nancy explained that no unrestrained males were allowed, and that those males that did attend were not part of the game, or the drinking or talking. They were merely to wait on the ladies, and drive them home at the end. When Cindy asked Dan whether he minded if she went, he said, “Go ahead. It sure doesn’t sound like I’d have any fun, even if I was invited. The guys can’t talk or drink or play Bunco. The hell with that!”
So Thursday night after dinner, Cindy drove over to Nancy and Bob’s house. Bob opened the door and welcomed her in, asking if he could get her some beer or wine. “I’ll have a glass of white wine, thank you,” she replied. The girls were in the kitchen, drinking and visiting, while the men were sitting in the living room, talking quietly among themselves. Within ten minutes the last two couples showed up, and the girls moved into the dining room. All the girls looked sharp, with their hair fixed up and nice clothes. Even the guys were wearing golf slacks and polos.
Cindy had never played Bunko before, but had been told that it required no skill, only luck. There were six players alternating rolling three dice. The object was to roll as many of the target number (first one, then two, then three up to six) as possible with three dice. For each of the target number you rolled, you got a point. Each round continued until someone got 21 points, at which point they would yell, “Bunko!” Occasionally one of the ladies would call her husband and get him to bring her a drink or something, but for the most part the men just waited in the living room within earshot. They didn’t play for money, as Cindy had been told most people did in Bunko, so she didn’t see the point, other than the conversation. However, during the first round, one of the girls said, “Hey, Cindy doesn’t have a man. What happens if she wins a round?”
Nancy said, “I guess she’ll be playing for all the guys.”
“What do you mean?” Cindy asked.
“The husband of the winner of each round gets to remove one article of clothing until one of the men is naked. That ends the game, and that lucky guy gets to cum. I figured you knew, because it’s described on my website.”
“No, I never saw that. I’m not sure I should stay. I don’t think my husband would like it.”
“That’s ok, you don’t have to participate in that. You can just stay for the game. But if you win a round, all of the guys get to remove an article.”
Cindy was a little uncomfortable, since she hadn’t told Dan about the guys taking off clothes. But if she left at the end of the game, she figured that would be ok. So the game went on. Soon Lisa yelled, “Bunko,” and told her husband he could take off his shoes. “The poor guy hasn’t had an orgasm in three weeks,” Lisa confided to the girls. “You ought to take pity and let me win.”
As the game, and the drinking, progressed, and as the guys begin to remove more clothing, the conversation and laughter became more boisterous. The girls talked about their husbands in the third person while they were listening. There was definitely beginning to be a sexual tension in the atmosphere, and Cindy knew deep down that she didn’t have any business being there. But she sat silently, unwilling to make a scene.
Tina’s husband Larry was the first to remove his shirt. As he stood to untuck it and take it off, Cindy was amazed at his size. He had to be over six foot five, and had a rock hard upper body. He must have weighed over two hundred and twenty five pounds, without a trace of fat. He also had no hair on his body.
“Wow,” said one of the girls. “What a hunk. Do you wax him?”
“No,” said Tina. “We got him lasered when he used to compete in body building events. It was expensive in the short term, but a lot better than having to wax him every time.”
It was all Cindy could do not to stare at Larry when Tina asked him to get her more wine. “Would you like more?” Tina asked Cindy.
“Uh, sure,” Cindy stammered. “Thanks.”
Larry poured her a glass while Cindy watched his body from the corner of her eye. As the evening wore on, the guys had fewer and fewer clothes on. When three of the guys had nothing on but their pants, Cindy won the next round, meaning all three of them were down to nothing but their chastity devices. The guys were really into the game now, since one of them would get to orgasm depending on the winning player. So they hung around closer to the table, on the pretense that they were ready to serve the women what they wanted, but not so close as to draw the wrath of their spouse. A couple of the girls were a little the worse for drink by now, and were openly ogling the other girls’ near naked husbands. Larry was drawing the most attention. He was one of the guys down to nothing but his cock lock, which looked different than the other men’s.