Game Night
by Shannon
"Gin!" Anne called out merrily, placing her last meld on the table.
Tom threw his cards down in disgust. "Fuck me, that's sorcery!" he complained.
George grinned at him. "I told you," the older man said.
"I thought we were playing poker," Kelly said. "Are we not playing poker?" Tom looked at her. "That's my excuse for losing so badly," she whispered.
"So, how many points is that?" Anne asked brightly.
"Oh, blow me, you cheating slut," George said.
"As soon as you win a hand, dear," she said, patting his arm.
"Are you sure this isn't poker?" Kelly asked.
"No," Tom said. "It's `Anne makes all of us look like idiots'-er."
Anne snorted, looking very pleased with herself.
The two couples had been getting together often enough over the past months that they'd set up a weekly game night. They usually played cards, but sometimes they'd split up to play other games head-to-head. Tom was a decent chess player, and Kelly was a bloodthirsty backgammon bitch. George had a Go board, but no one else had the patience for it. They all enjoyed playing together, as well as "playing together," and more often than not, game night was stopped early when they got too horny to concentrate on strategy.
Tom rose from the table. "Dessert break so I can recover some dignity." He walked into the kitchen and returned with a pastry box. He lifted the lid to reveal four huge éclairs covered with half-inch thick chocolate frosting. "Bavarian cream-filled. Made fresh this afternoon. Anyone?"
"It's already a struggle to stay this thin," Anne said. "I'll pass."
"It's okay," Tom said. "These are fat free."
The older woman raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Really? In that case..." She lifted out one of the pastries and took a huge bite, rolling her eyes at the delicious sweetness.
"Yep. I don't charge my customers for the enormous fat content at all."
Anne looked up in shock as George and Kelly broke up. She smeared the remains of the dessert all over Tom's face, who was too busy laughing himself to fend her off.
"That's a dirty trick, Tom Clarke," she pouted. "No Mama for you tonight. In fact..." she rose and took Kelly's hand, pulling her up from her chair and leading her down the hall towards the bedroom. "...I'm stealing your girlfriend. Don't come knocking." The door shut firmly.
Tom looked at George. "Worth it," he grinned. "Éclair?"
"Hell, yes," the older man agreed, helping himself as Tom cleaned his face. The two men played a few hands of cards, chatting amicably as moans and squeals echoed from the bedroom.
"What we need," George said, "is a game where sex is a part of the rules."
"Like strip poker?"
"Sort of, but with more action. But still a game, you know? It's not as if we need an excuse to get each other naked."
"I see what you're getting at," Tom said. "And no cards, because your wife is a witch. Let me think about it."
On the next game night, Tom set a box down in the middle of the table.
"Yahtzee?" George said. "I haven't played that in years."
"I'm surprised we didn't think of it sooner," Tom said. "At least Anne can't keep extra cards up her sleeve with it."
Anne flipped him off. "I'll have you know I keep them in my bra."
"You do not," Kelly said. "You don't keep a bra on long enough to hide cards in it, you wanton woman."
"Fine. You caught me. I actually keep them in George's bra."
"Benedict Arnold!" Tom accused the older man.
George laughed. "I told you when we first met, she and I share everything."
Tom lifted the lid of the box. "Let's play a few games to refresh ourselves on the rules."
It was a good game for the group. Luck determined the roll of the dice, but skill came into play as you decided where to place the resulting scores. They played several rounds, each of them winning a couple of games.
When they took a break, Tom gathered up the scorecards. "Are we done already?" George asked.
"Not quite yet," Tom replied.
Kelly grinned and reached into her purse, pulling out new scorecards and placing them in front of the others.
"What's this, dear?" Anne asked, scanning the sheet. "Wait. Strip Yahtzee?" She laughed. "Where in the world did this come from?"
"Tom and I came up with it," the younger woman said. "We spent the past week playtesting it. That was fun." She winked at Tom. "This version has the best balance we think, but we can always make more changes if it doesn't actually work out that way. We've only played it with two up until now."
"Sounds amusing. What do you think, husband?"
George nodded. "Looks good to me. Let's get started!"
"Everyone needs to have on six items of clothing," Tom said, pointing to the rules. "You can wear extra stuff such as stockings or a short corset, but after six rounds, all of your fun bits should be exposed."
The older couple disappeared into the bedroom, taking a copy of the rules with them. When they returned, Tom and Kelly had refreshed everyone's drinks and were sitting at the table. They each rolled a die to determine who started. The play ended up moving around the table to the right, with Tom starting, followed by George, Anne, and then Kelly.
"Three fours," he said at the end of his rolls. "Not a bad start." He marked a "12" in the upper section. "George, take off your shoes."
"Rather have them off, anyway," the older man said, kicking off his shoes and collecting the dice for his turn.
"Drat! Only two ones." He looked at the rules. "Wait, I have to strip again?" The others laughed. "I already hate this game," he grumbled, taking off his socks. "No, I'm not wearing stockings," he said to Kelly, who'd ducked her head under the table to look.
"Boooo," the young woman said.
Anne scooped up the dice and rolled. "Full house, sixes high!" she called out. She started to mark her card. "Oooo; I get to lick someone. But you're all still dressed! That's no fun." She pouted.
"You could put eighteen in the upper section," Kelly said. "That way you get to pick someone to strip."
"Good idea," Anne said, jotting down the score. "Get those shoes off, Tom." He complied as Kelly picked up the dice.
"Four twos," she announced. "I'm with Anne. The idea of sucking one of you doesn't appeal through clothing, so in the upper it goes, and I get to strip someone else. Gimme those socks, lover boy." She pulled Tom's socks off of him. He was wearing stockings underneath. Sheer black ones. "Sexy," Kelly said with a wink. She'd picked them out for him.
George looked at Tom. "Get the feeling we're getting ganged up on?"
Tom shrugged. "Do you really mind?" George laughed.
At the midway point through the game, despite the inauspicious start, George had more clothes on than anyone else, retaining his pants, bra, and panties. Tom and Kelly were both down to just their panties (notwithstanding their stockings and garter belts), and Anne still had on her bra and panties. For his part, George had avoided making Anne remove her bra because he liked the way her heavy tits shook in it when she rattled the dice.
"I'm coming for those pants, old man," Tom said, scooping up the dice.
"Not until I get those panties off you," George shot back.
"Ha!" Tom crowed. "Four threes! C'mere, you." He reached for George's belt, quickly sliding the older man's pants off. George's hard-on hid behind thin blue panties, and Tom leaned forward.
"Uh uh!" Kelly warned. "Against the rules!"
"Spoilsport," George muttered, and sat back down to take his turn.
"Full house," he said. He looked around the table, then walked over and knelt beside Kelly. The younger woman turned to him and spread her legs, and he licked her pussy through her gray panties, reveling in the taste and smell of her. He gave her attention for a few more moments, then reclaimed his seat.
Anne scooped up the dice and rolled. "Four of a kind." She checked the score sheet. "Oh yay, I get to suck someone!" She eyed Kelly's tits. "Mama likes." The older woman stepped over to the slender brunette and bent down to take a breast in her mouth, rolling her tongue around the nipple. Kelly "mmmm"d and slid her hands up to squeeze Anne's huge breasts through her bra.
"Cheater!" George said. Kelly flipped him off as Anne let go of her tit with a pop.
Eventually, all of them were naked and the game play continued in earnest, with everyone groping, licking, and sucking formerly hidden flesh. Anne got a Yahtzee and directed Tom and George to 69 each other, then Kelly got one and ate Anne's pussy. At the end, George won by two points, barely beating out Kelly. Tom and Anne had tied at a distant third.
The game had gotten them all worked up, and the two couples raced each other to the bedroom. Tom laid on his back on the big bed, and Kelly climbed on top of him, sinking her soaked pussy onto his shaft in one movement and grinding down. Anne climbed up at the head of the bed to lower her snatch onto Tom's eager mouth, and leaned forward to give Kelly deep kisses. George was at the foot of the bed, and Anne reached forward to spread the younger woman's taut ass cheeks apart for him. He slowly slipped his cock into the pretty brunette's asshole. He could feel Tom's cock on the other side, and the two men plunged deep in an alternating rhythm while Kelly just melted down between them. Anne held her saggy tits to Kelly's mouth, letting her suck one, then the other. George played with Kelly's nipples at the same time, as Tom held on to her hips.
After they'd all had an orgasm (or three, or nine), they cuddled up in a big pile in the bed, kissing and laughing together.
"Now that..." George said to Kelly, "...was poker. Get it? Poke-her?" He grinned.
Kelly hit him with a pillow as Tom and Anne groaned.
Enjoy older crossdressers? Me, too! Feedback is always welcome. Send comments, suggestions, or just say hi! shannon.christophe@yahoo.com
By the way, Strip Yahtzee actually exists. If you want a copy of the scorecard, write me! They're free for the asking. :)
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