then raises J 4 more. J sees that and raises 2 more. “Don’t worry, you still
have change coming.” J assures me. The Chief calls and J wins with a full house
of twos and aces. The boss had a jack high straight. They both looked away from
the cards on the table and looked at me. This was, while interesting, not the
way I’d imagined it going. I stood again, turned my back to them and pulled the
tights off. Turning around ever so slowly (toward J, giving him a full view of
my front, he’d won after all) I dropped my tights in the pot and sat back down.
Sitting back down was almost as good as covering myself with a towel. My breasts
were still exposed, but at least part of me was, sort of, covered. J gathered in
the pot, and again handed me 10 quarters. He collected the cards, shuffled, and
after the Chief’s cut, dealt another hand. What? How was this effecting me?
Hmmm. Well, I was a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, excited. There was
this interesting combination of danger and safety in the situation. I was with
my husband; I was in my own house; and I was naked in the presence of J who I
had known for some time, but before this, the most flirtatious I’d been was to
sit on his lap and kiss his cheek at a party. I’m sorry, I didn’t …? Oh.
Well, yes, I was wet. I was excited enough that I could tell I was wet. Yes, I
could feel it. No I didn’t touch myself at all, it wasn’t that intense that I
HAD to touch myself, but I was quite aroused. So, anyway, I’m sitting here,
completely naked and we begin playing. I win a hand, and then lose two. I end
up with two pair again and the pile gets too big for the change I have left. Now
both of them had picked three cards. That means that they drew having only a
pair each. I’m feeling that this might be a good time to try and recoup my
losses. I tell them that I want to raise one more time, but that I want J to
cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to know what I’m betting. I look
…End of the part4. To be continued..
