One man short for hubby’s poker night. Bob says you really need four players. “Perhaps my lovely wife would like to join us.” Hubby says, with an almost sarcastic chuckle. “Sure, why not. I’ll deal the cards.” “So, little lady, what’s it going to be?” said Bob. “Strip poker!” Hubby almost spits his beer out. The shock on his face is priceless. “Strip poker, you say. What are you going to bet?” “All in.” I get the feeling...

There were four of us that loved to get together to play poker and drink beer every Friday night. We had done this for years, without interruption. We were golfing buddies, and all were happily married goofballs. One night, as we were, deep into our ninth or tenth hand of poker, with the beer and the whiskey flowing, one of the group members asked the question that all of us had probably thought to ask at one point or ano...

The house was huge. Powerful floodlights lit the garishly decorated building, as it dominated the hill overlooking Los Angeles. Somewhat ostentatious to my mind, it proved yet again that wealth and good taste aren't always mutual bedfellows. That said, I wasn't here for aesthetics; I was here for the money.  I'm a professional poker player, Anthony Daniels is my name, Tony for short, and I can be usually be found in the o...

"Call," Greg said, tossing his chips into the middle of the beat-up, hand-me-down table. Sophie frowned. Her boyfriend was a terrible bluffer, but she believed he was holding a decent hand. He just kept getting lucky tonight. "Raise," Emily smiled, cheerfully tossing in another ten buck chip. She was a bubbly little blonde, all smiles and pearly whites. Sophie had known her since middle school—before her tits had popped o...

Gene Hargreaves sat in the back of the evening Western Lit class listening to the professor’s lecture. Typical prof: short black hair, round face, built like a fireplug, looked like he worked out in his spare time, Genes, plaid shirt. Papers littered his desk.“The first book, or actually poem, we’ll read is one of the seminal works of Western literature, even of Western art, yes, even of world art, the Iliad of Homer. Thi...

I have been playing poker with four good friends for many years. We take turns hosting the parties every week, and when it’s my turn my wife usually goes out for the evening, so she doesn’t get stuck serving the drinks and snacks. Part of that is also due to us being a black couple, and she doesn’t like being around my white friends that much. There normally isn’t much excitement, and that’s probably unusual since we are...

Chapter One - The Welcoming A cold breeze blew through the fall leaves of the trees. The dark clouds left the sky pitch black, while the street lights reflected off the damp ground. It had been raining all week but this day had been especially gloomy. However, it was quite an exciting day for Mark and Haley. Mark pushed open the door and stepped in. His black jeans and orange t-shirt were pretty soaked. Haley followed beh...

STRIP POKER A short adventure for Nan and Mike. Nan was getting older and she was starting to forget what it was like to be young. Although Mike came to see her at least three times a week, he noticed her slow degeneration."There must be something I can do for her," he thought to himself. He would play card and board games with her just to keep her mind active. One day she surprisingly suggested that they have a game of ‘...

It was Thanksgiving night. I was over at my dad's house, with my aunt Sarah, uncle Ruby, my dad, and aunt Sarah's friend Lisa. It was about 2 am. We were sitting by the table, laughing, drinking playing poker. I was 16 at the time, but I still drank.It was fun. Nothing too sexual for the most part though. However as the night progressed, so did the drinks, and soon, we were horny beyond belief.Aunt Sarah and her friend we...

Larry, who I worked with had been on me for the last month about doing a poker game at my place. I finally agreed to hold it at my place after thinking about it over several days. I hadn’t played in a poker game in many years. Larry had lined up myself plus him and a buddy of his. His buddy also brought along a younger gentleman named Rob with him so we now had had a table of four playing. I didn’t know this other younger...

I had to lose almost everything before I came to my senses, sitting there at the dining table with my boyfriend Todd - watching him gamble away everything he owned and, as it turned out, a few major things that I owned too. I never considered myself to be stupid, but much as a frog stays in water that slowly warms up to a boil without noticing what is going on, it somehow didn't concern me when he stopped winning at poker...

First please forgive any miss spelling or grammar; this will be my first attempt at telling my stories. Let me begin with a little about me. I am average build, nice mannered, southern guy. I have an extreme sex drive I have never hidden from my lovers. Now I will tell you about my wife of the time. She is a tall girl of 5'9 a little thick not fat, but nice and thick. Nice well rounded ass, firm enough to bounce a quarter...

Please excuse me if I occasionally falter on my grammar or spelling I am no writer this is the first time I have ever put pen to paper and been so honest. The basis of this story is completely true although some details may have been embellished slightly just to help with fluidity. It is the story of a period of revelation for me. It began several months ago when I combined a couple of my hobbies and got far more than I h...