I guess it was going to happen, sooner or later. Bill and Martha were our pinochle friends. I worked with Bill and we just started talking one night and discovered he and his wife liked the game and so, the friendship grew over cards. I imagine I should tell you a bit about myself, John, and my wife Judy. We’re both in our thirties, as Bill and Martha are also. There’s nothing about any of us that would make us stand out in a crowd.
Of course, things started on a card night. Bill and I always played as partners against the girls. It was Bill’s idea to switch to strip poker. None of we, the remaining three, were very receptive to the idea. Bill pressed on and I could feel myself weakening. As I said, none of us could claim to be exceptional in the looks department but, I admitted to myself that I wouldn’t mind seeing Martha in the buff. She, as was my wife, was a bit on the withdrawn side and overweight. Soon I was teasing the girls along with Bill.
Finally, after what seemed to take forever we had them convinced. Now, everyone is familiar with the game and what the finish would reveal. Things went as expected and before long we were all down to our skivvies. Judy had lost her bra and Bill was enjoying the view of her c-cup tits while Martha was refusing to take her bra off. Those d-cup puppies, if it were up to her, would remain hiding beneath her boring bra. While I continued to tease her about being “chicken”, Bill was pushing Judy to allow him touching privileges. She was refusing while also trying to keep his persistent groping at bay.
Back to Martha. She was still holding her fleshy treasures as if they were never to see the light of day again. I decided to try a different tactic. While laying it on how much I just wanted to see her tits and to just allow me a peek and nodding towards Judy and Bill where Bill had made some headway and Judy was letting him cop a pretty good feel. This sort of pissed me off beings I had not expected any more than the card game. Although I had to admit it was a bit of a turn on watching them. Martha told Bill that he should keep his hands off of her. I could see she was getting angry. I told Martha that it was just a little high school-like petting. She wasn’t very receptive to that comparison so I decided to take my chances and reached over and started to fondle her left tit through the bra. She said no and tried to push my hands away from what I had found was a very firm tit. It was now a matter of principle. I once more checked out Bill and Judy and was surprised to see him freely fondling her melons. She was slumped in the chair with her head laying back with a very satisfied look on her face. She made no move to stop him as he leaned and started licking her nipples which by this time were standing loud.
Enough was enough. I stood behind Martha’s chair, reached down over her tits and yanked her bra over those puppies and up around her neck. Now I was able to pay homage to those lovelies. They were firm and her nipples were much larger than Judy’s. Very nice indeed. As I massaged her tits she began to settle down and we both were watching the Bill and Judy show. It was by now much further along than I would have thought possible. It was hard to tell at first but, soon was pretty obvious Bill had his hand in Judy’s panties. I almost complained but stopped when I heard Judy moan. Bill looked up and saw us watching and with a cheeky flip of his hand brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices off while we watched. Martha no longer resisted my hands on her tits so, inspired by Bill, I slowly slid my hand down Donna’s round belly to her thick mop of cunt hair. Her labia were swollen and wet. I slid my fingers easily into her warm, wet pussy. Now, I had a bit of a problem of my own. My little dick was hard as its five inches could get. What oh what to do!