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Questioned by the police.

Our house (our dream-house, that we finally had custom built) has a fantastic master bath. There are no doors or walls separating the bath from the bedroom, however, so if someone walks into the bedroom, they have a clean shot at you when you are in the bathroom.

Well, you guessed it, as my wife is toweling off, in walks Cory (with some lame excuse like, "I was looking for a towel for my shower."). He's standing there (in just his boxers), starring at my wife (who's naked while toweling off her hair). She finishes hand drying her hair, looks up, and is shocked to see the man who was grinding on her last night starring at her naked body. She through the towel around her body real quick and jumped into her closet.

"Do you need something Cory?"

I'm sure I knew what he was thinking, but he said, "Yeah, I can't seem to find a towel. Do you have some extras in here?"

"Yes, they are in the closet by the shower."

"Thanks. You look great, by the way."

With that, he walked out of the room, leaving my wife to ponder the whole incident.

The rest of the day went really well (aside from the expectedly awkward breakfast). My wife and each told each other about our encounters with our friends that morning, each of swearing that the other had the more interesting meeting. Neither of us were quite sure of what to make of the whole situation, but for now we decided to just play it cool and act as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

That night after dinner (I'll skip the food details this time), we all decided that it would be fun to play a game of poker. This was something that Cory and I did a lot in college with some other friends, and we thought that it would be fun to see how bad (or good, possibly, but probably not) our wives were.

As the night drew on, and the first (and second) bottle of wine was emptied, the games started to get more and more ridiculous. Half way through the third bottle, Cory decided that he'd had enough of our normal game of poker and decided to pipe up with a suggestion.

"Alright, what do you think, this time we actually play for something."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked him this, thinking that he would answer with some monetary unit, as we used to play for cash in college.

"Let's make things interesting. I think we should play for clothes."

A short bit of (awkward) silence followed his statement. I was sure that my wife would want to have nothing to do with it (I can barely get her to agree to daytime sex unless the blinds are closed as tightly as is humanly possible). She, however, was the first to respond.

"Alright, let's do it."

What?! Little innocent Jenny -- who all know is not good at poker -- has just agreed to play for clothes. Can this be true.

"Alright, if she's in, I'm in too. It's just you now Ben. Are you in, or are you just going to watch?"

Amanda said that with a sexy little smirk that I just couldn't say no to (even though I really would have liked to just watch her take off her clothes, as I knew that she, too, was horrible at poker).

"Alright, if everyone else is in, count me in too." I gave my wife a look that said, "Are you sure this is what you want?" She just looked back at me with a somewhat diabolical smile that I took to mean that she was primed and ready to go.

"Okay, here's how it's going to go." Cory began to explain the rules ... apparently he'd done this a lot. "We'll each name the article of clothing that we are betting, and, Ben, you can write it down on the pad so that we don't forget each others' wagers. Sound good?"

We all agreed and Cory volunteered to deal first. We had been playing Texas Hold'em earlier and decided that that would be just fine for this version as well (and, we didn't feel like explaining a new set of rules to the girls).

Cory passed out cards to everyone and we all looked at our first hand.

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