Derek parked the car, and he led Sheila to his friend Alexander’s apartment. Sheila was nervous since she didn’t know what to expect, but she was eager to find out.
Alexander offered them drinks with a gracious smile. She and Derek sat on the couch while Alexander chose a nearby chair. They made small talk and drank for a few minutes before Alexander leaned forward and set his drink down.
“Okay, I’ve got to know. What was going on with you two at the restaurant?”
Sheila turned bright red but said nothing, and Derek smirked.
“That’s what I thought. Did you have some kind of device?” he asked Derek. “I thought I heard a low buzzing noise a few times, but I wasn’t sure.”
Again, Derek remained silent. Sheila wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.
“Hey,” he assured her. “I’m not trying to embarrass you. It was sexy as fuck. I just didn’t expect—“
“I thought we were going to play cards,” Derek interrupted.
“Okay, okay. I can take a hint. What are we playing?”
Both men looked at Sheila. She downed the rest of her drink and stuck her hand out for a refill.
“Strip poker,” she said with a confidence she wished she felt.
The two men exchanged similar shit-eating grins. Alexander jumped up to grab the cards and a few bottles of water. Derek mixed her another drink, which she sipped.
They established the rules for the game and their clothing.
“If you get bored, or it’s not fun anymore, just let me know,” Derek reminded her.
“Thanks, but I don’t see how I could be bored with this company,” Sheila simpered.
A few hands in, it was obvious to everyone Sheila was a terrible poker player. She’d already given up both shoes, her bracelet, and her bra. All she had left was her dress and her thong. Derek hadn’t lost anything, while Alexander was down to his pants and whatever he wore underneath them.
“We can stop the game at any time,” Derek reminded her. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re in charge.”
Sheila thought for a moment, but she was enjoying herself. She liked the way both men’s eyes followed her jiggling breasts whenever she gestured or moved. While she wasn’t an exhibitionist, she felt powerful and aroused by these two sexy men paying her such close attention.
She wasn’t ready to bring another person into her face-to-face sex games with Derek, but she wanted to play at least one more hand of cards. Throughout the evening, she had drunk enough to feel flirty and confident, but not so much that she didn’t have control of her decisions or would have regrets.
When she won her first hand, she was thrilled to watch Derek strip off his pants. He removed his shoes earlier and hadn’t bothered to replace them before the game. Alexander stood up to take off his pants, which left him in just his boxer briefs. They left nothing to the imagination.
A few months ago, she would never have imagined sitting at a table in only soaked panties and a thin dress with two men similarly undressed.
“Are you up for one more round?” Derek asked with a grin.
Her mouth dry with excitement, she nodded, and he dealt another hand. Sheila assessed the possible outcomes. Derek still had his shirt. Unless Alexander won, he’d be naked at the end of this round. Sheila couldn’t count on another accidental win. If she lost as she expected, she’d have to choose between her dress and her thong.
She flushed at the thought of sitting topless with the two of them. Derek winked at her as if he knew her thoughts, and he very well might.
When the hand ended, Alexander won. Derek drew off his shirt, leaving him in only his boxer briefs, and then both men’s attention shifted to her. As Derek opened his mouth, probably to remind her again she had the power to stop the game, she whipped her dress off over her head.
Now all three of them sat around the table in just their underwear. Sheila’s nipples tightened further at the hunger in their gazes. She had to clear her throat twice before she spoke, and her voice was husky with arousal.
“Are we going to play some more?” she asked with a slight quaver.
“Let’s play a different game,” Derek replied.
Sheila was surprised. She wondered if this was another tactic to keep her from being overwhelmed. Before she asked, Alexander responded.
“What kind of game?”
