Page 15 of The Shared Game

“Here goes….” Kevin sucked in a breath as he dealt. The stakes were higher for both of them. Another loss meant full nudity.

I lifted the edge of my card to check—three of hearts. Yeah, I was definitely taking something off.

“Ten of clubs!” Kevin announced triumphantly, slamming his card down.

“Beats me,” I revealed my card with a casual flip, hiding just how amped up and nervous I was about losing my dress.

“And I beat both of you.” Aaron pushed his glasses up and turned over another ace.

“Guess we’re both taking something off this round. Want to go first?” I slipped a thumb into the strap of my dress and pursed my lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Ladies first.” Kevin held me with that arresting stare of his.

I could feel Aaron watching my every move, but didn’t want to take my eyes off Kevin, not even for a second. I wanted him to see just how much I wanted this, how much I needed it. I was here to play just as much as he was, and I would push things to the absolute limit if I had to.

I stood up and moved my chair away, slipping both thumbs into my straps with a theatrical flourish.

“Ready, boys?” They nodded like eager dogs, watching my every move.

I was liberated under the spotlight of their hungry eyes. I was the subject of desire, someone who was wanted, longed for. After all I’d been through, it felt welcome. I lifted my straps and let my dress fall to the floor like water running down a mountain.

Their shocked gasps said it all. Aaron blatantly checked out my breasts—looking better than ever in my fanciest, lacy, push-up bra. Kevin’s gaze hungrily darted everywhere, from my bra to the tiny black triangle of my panties to my thigh-high socks.

“Very nice.” Kevin’s voice was a sleazy drawl that did things to me it had no right doing.

“Yes… very nice.” Aaron echoed, unable to tear his attention from me.

“Thanks. Your turn.” I crossed my arms, instantly creating more authority and pushing up my girls to give me an unstoppable cleavage.

“Fine.” Kevin pouted, but stood up.

Aaron remained seated, glancing at the space between us and wondering where this was all headed. I was wondering too, though I didn’t say a word. I was playing my ‘cool and aloof and totally down for anything’ role to the hilt, and I wasn’t about to break character now that Kevin was going to reveal the goods.

He whipped off his black boxer briefs without flourish. Without drama. Like it was the most natural thing in the world that he was revealing his cock for our appreciative gazes. I had to admit, it was kind of hot.

“There.” With his hands on his hips, he displayed himself proudly.

I bit my lower lip hard. He was as big as I hoped. He wasn’t hard yet, but there was some growth, his shaft pulsing and thickening under my gaze. He seemed to like being the center of attention, as his boastful comments suggested. That was encouraging for what I had in mind next.

“You want to call it there, and admit you lost?” I giggled, unable to tear my eyes from the first cock I’d seen since my ex-husband’s.

“Hell, no. I’m due a win, and one more round and one of you is joining me.”

“Technically, two more rounds for me.”

“Are we counting bra and pants as separate?” Ah, Aaron. Always seeking clarification.

“I am.”

“But socks and shoes weren’t?” Kevin was still pushing, still testing the limits.

“That was to get things going. I mean, I could also include my socks, but I assumed by the way you boys were looking at them, you would want me to leave them on?”

I lifted a leg and hitched them up, taking my time. Aaron nodded enthusiastically. Kevin mirrored the gesture, but with far more reserve.

“One more round. This time, my luck’s due. I can feel it.” Kevin sat back down and shuffled again.

Aaron had gone still, his face and chest flushed red. Was it embarrassment, nerves, or excitement? I really hoped it was the latter, but I was ready for anything, even if it meant abandoning all the saucy plans I was furiously making in my head.