Texas Hold Him by Lazarus

The poker game had started as his idea although several of his friends soon jumped so solidly on board that he could not be certain whose idea it really was. He seemed to recall being the first to mention it. Regardless it had quickly come together when the wives got a hold of the idea and decided to make it a “couples” poker night. Undaunted the men continued to, at least, make it have a masculine flair. Green felt, solid chips, plenty of beer and even the slight whiff of cigar smoke completed the scene. Unfortunately the cigar smoking area was clear in the back yard but at least there was one. The men had put their collective feet down on eliminating it entirely. After all what’s poker without cigars?

Excited couples had filled the room to capacity as the chatter became louder and louder. Each table had a “dealer” who had helped work out the rules and the games went off quite well. There were some minor problems but overall he was quite pleased with how it had turned out.

He paused his reverie to look at the cards, throw them into the center of the table with a disgusted sigh and watch. He really had not expected that there would still be any women at all left in the game. He and the other husbands had plotted that they “girls” would be unable to play well enough to keep from being eliminated. As it had turned out the three remaining girls had a real ability to pick up the bluff and crushed the other players.

He looked at his chips and counted mentally, he was in third place of the six remaining players. Numbers four and five were likely to go out at the next round. The limit had already risen to $1,000 for the small blind and they only had about four or five thousand each remaining. It would not be long until there were four. What amazed him was that it looked like he would be the only guy in the money. They had cut the payout at the top four expected those four to be the original four guys who had the idea. Who would have though he mused as the man to his right (Bill) went “all in”.

Bill flipped over his cards to show a solid set (three of a kind). Liz turned her cards to reveal a possible flush but the odds were definitely in Bill’s favor with only one card left. The dealer turned the last card to show another heart. Liz made her flush and with an excited squeal raked in the pot. She was now the chip leader. Bill sighed and backed away from the table.

The scene repeated itself the next hand as the only other male went out. He shook his head in amazement and excused himself to go to the restroom.

When he returned he saw the onlookers putting on coats and leaving. His wife came over and told him that Bill would take her home so she could relieve the sitter.

Soon the room was emptied except for the four “winners”. Liz, Sarah, Maureen and John stared at each other, each resolving themselves to beat the others and take home the pot. John had the added pressure of being the “last man standing” so he HAD to win for the men.

The evening wore on with Liz and John gradually rising to the top in the chip count. They took turns in the leader position from hand to hand. She was currently the leader but he still held a solid chance of winning. He peeked at his cards and saw it: two aces with a third on the table already showing gave him huge promise as he bet solidly. Sarah and Maureen dropped out quickly but Liz stayed in. The next two cards gave him a rush as two kings showed. He now had a solid full house and was assured a victory. Already the pot had grown to be the biggest of the night. He felt a flush of excitement and worked to hide it.

The last card remained and eliminated the possibility of a straight flush for Liz. He smiled and moved “all in”. His chips all in meant this hand was all or nothing for him. Liz would still be in the game if she called and lost but no longer a real threat. Liz looked across the table at him. “I never have liked this “all in” business she said. It seems so one-sided.

You stand to loose everything while I stay around regardless. Hardly seems fair. Tell you what,” she said as she scribbled something on a note paper. “I’ll put all my chips in against yours if you’ll add this to the pot.” Puzzled he took the piece of paper and unfolded it. “Your clothes” was all it said. At first puzzled, realization hit him. He gasped in amazement and stared at her grinning back. “Well,” she asked “how much do you like your hand?”

“OK” he said and threw the paper on the pile. Maureen and Sarah exchanged puzzled glances but said nothing as he turned over his cards to reveal a full house, Aces over Kings. Liz feigned surprise and said, “I guess you beat me, I only have two pair.”

John reached for the pot as she added “Of kings” and turned over her four kings. John slumped back in his chair and watched as Liz raked in all the chips. She quickly stacked them into an enormous pile then picked up the piece of paper. “I think you owe me something else” she whispered. Then she passed the paper to Sarah and Maureen. They actually giggled when they read it and turned to him in expectation.

He waited to be let off the hook but saw nothing but amusement in Liz’s eyes. Slowly he removed his shirt and handed it to her. She took it and folded it gently then placed it beside his chips on the table. He took off his shoes and socks. Placed the socks inside the shoes and handed them to her. She smiled and put them under the table then waited. Seeing he was not going to get off that easily, he slowly undid his pants and removed them. He handed them to her; she smiled and folded them placing them on the shirt.

He sat down, grateful it was over.

“I’m sorry” Liz said, “You still owe me one more item.” John’s head jerked up in surprise gauging to see if she seriously expected him to remove his underwear. He looked in her eyes and saw that she did.

He slowly stood up and peeled off his underwear handing them to Liz and sat down.

“Thank you” Liz said and handed him the note back.

John really did not know what to do next. So he sat there naked and without chips watching the card being dealt. Sara dealt him in. He looked at the cards even though he knew he did not have the minimum bet even if they were great. He had a King and Queen of hearts. He sighed and set them back down.

Sarah leaned over to him and whispered “I enjoyed the show but did not have to pay for it. Take these.” She slid enough to cover the first bet. He caught her eyes taking a look at his cock; in spite of his embarrassment, it stirred. She watched it move and smiled.

John pushed the ante into the center and waited to see the next card. A Jack of Hearts came up. He still was looking at a straight flush. Surprisingly everyone passed the bet. The next card was dealt. He felt his breath catch as it showed a ten of hearts. All he needed was an ace of hearts to be a royal flush or a 9 of hearts to make a straight flush. He looked around to see what he should do, he desperately wanted to bet but there were no chips left. Then Maureen leaned over and whispered. “I’ll give you some chips; I feel I owe you for the embarrassment.”

She pushed a small pile over to him resting her hand on his thigh as she did. He felt himself stir again but was too caught up in the bet to see her eyes watching it. He quickly pushed in the chips and said “all in”.

Liz watched and smiled. “You want to go double or nothing?”, she asked. He replied “I’m all in and naked, there is nothing more.” Liz picked up a small piece of paper and handed it to him. “Same as before,” she said, “winner takes all”. He slowly took the paper and looked at it. “Anything I ask” was all that was written.

John looked at the cards on the table looked at his cards one more time and mentally calculated the odds. “How long?”, he asked. “One hour” Liz replied. “OK” he nodded and placed the paper on the pile.

The next card came up. It was a heart but only a seven. He did not get the straight flush but he had the King high flush. He waited for the next card. A deuce of clubs, no help to anyone. The last card turned, three of spades. He had a King high flush and turned his cards.

Liz smiled and showed hers. Eight and nine of hearts. She had the straight flush and beat him once again. He slumped back in his chair and watched as Liz put away all the chips. She had won everything. The evening prize of $250 and more…

At last Liz, Sarah and Maureen had everything put away. John had not helped. He had become acutely aware that he was naked while normal activities went on around him.

Liz came back in the room. Sat at the cleared table and picked up the piece of paper.

“Get up on the table and lay on your back”, she ordered.

He hesitated a bit then decided to just get it over with. He climbed up on the table and lay down.

Liz handed him a blindfold and told him to put it on. “You can’t tell our husbands what you don’t see she whispered” as she helped him on with it.

Laying there face up and blindfolded was embarrassing for John but also a little exciting. In spite of the situation and being literally in the spotlight, he felt his cock starting to stir. He tried to think of something else.

He felt someone climb up onto the table. He could feel bare flesh of thighs before he smelled female smell and felt a pussy being lowered onto his face. He took a deep smell and smiled at the wet lips hovering above his.

Instinct took over as his favorite activity presented itself. He licked upwards and met wet bare lips. As he tentatively explored he was pleased to find no hair. He wondered which of the ladies this was..shaved. He started to lick in earnest but stopped quickly at the feel of something soft and wet sliding up each of his thighs.

No longer just a stir, his cock sprang to attention as two tongues worked their way up his thighs. He was hard as a rock by the time they reached his balls and continued up the shaft. As the two tongues licked off his pre-cum he nearly came. Luckily it stopped.

He turned his attention back to the pussy on his face. He licked the full length of the lips slowly and methodically. He was surprised at how quickly he heard the moans. “Oh gawd” Liz moaned, “You should give a pussy eating clinic. Oh, ohhhh, pleeez.” John smiled at regaining control and felt the first spasms of her orgasm reach his lips.