Strip Poker Bondage · Part 1 (1/2)
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Saturday nights have been poker night for the neighborhood “boys” for years. But the gang keeps decreasing until finally only two of the men would meet. Mitzi came into the basement to check to see if the guys wanted drinks and asked her husband Hank why he has never asked her or Fred’s wife Mandy if they wanted to play poker and make a foursome.
Hank and Fred thought for a minute, “Do you girls think you know enough about how to play poker to make the games interesting?”
“Well, let me talk to Mandy, I think we can make the game very interesting.”
The following Saturday, Mitzi and Mandy showed up at 7PM to play poker.
“We are here, and to make the game interesting for you guys, we suggest we play strip poker, not just us girls either.”
The guys were caught off guard by their wives suggestion. It wasn’t that they have never seen each other naked as they have participated together in a few swinger clubs and wife swapping events. To have this come from the females was different.
“Wow, I really didn’t think you ladies were up for some enticement. Stripping means everything stripped, right?”
“Absolutely!” answered Mitzi, though Mandy did not seem quite as enthusiastic.
The game was on. The first night, the guys both kept their underwear, and thoroughly enjoyed watching the girls lose everything. Mitzi put on a strip tease act as she removed her Victoria Secret’s lacy bra that held her Grand Tetons in place that barely covered her nipples. She teased and pleased the male companions as she lost a poker hand. She bounced about slinging her bra in the air and flopping her massive melons in front of the husbands as she observed the rise of the pup tents in the men’s underwear.
Mandy was much more reserved, however just as well endowed. Just the same, the guys focused on her boobs as she slowly and sheepishly removed her plain white cotton bra. It only took two more hands of poker before both girls were totally naked with cunt hair in full bloom for all to see. Though they lost in poker, their husbands would reward them for their skill later.
Each week the ladies became more proficient in poker. Times became more frequent that they even watched their husbands lose their shorts. But, after a few weeks of bouncing boobs and hanging dicks, the novelty wore off. Then Hank made another suggestion: “Let’s add some excitement to the game and tie up the first person that becomes fully naked.”
Mitzi loved the idea, especially since she and Hank frequently had bondage sex. Fred was on board with this new twist in the weekly card games.
Mandy was not so fond of the idea. “I am the lousiest poker player and will wind up being tied up all the time.”
“Don’t be a party pooper, Mandy,” her husband Fred told her. “If you get caught as the last player to strip, I will be the one to tie you up, we’ve played bondage games before, be a sport and play along.”
Against her better judgment, Mandy agreed the next week to play strip tied poker.
The next card night started off with a few drinks to loosen everybody up. There was a bit of excitement about the new game rules for the evening. As the games began, it was the guys that were literally losing their shirts first. The girls would only enjoy the lead for a short time as each wife lost their blouse, then their pants.
Mitzi somewhat cheated on Mandy as she wore nylon stockings on each leg while Mandy had on full panty hose. When Mitzi lost the next hand and only removed one stocking, Mandy really complained.
“No fair! That gives you an advantage over me wearing panty hose,” which Mandy had to remove the very next hand.
As Mandy predicted, she was the first person out and was the first person to be placed in bondage. Fred lived up to his promise and was the one to tie up Mandy. He directed her to stand up and place her hands behind her back. He took soft white rope and tied her hands together. He then proceeded to pick up her panty hose to stuff the panty section in her mouth.
“No fuckin’ way, you’re not going to ga—mfgmfgmdmghfmgmgm!
Fred chuckled as he filled her mouth with the panty section and wrapped the leg sections around her head, knotting the legs together in her mouth to further keep the panty section secured and his wife somewhat quiet.
He took Mitzi’s nylon stockings to tie Mandy’s legs together. Mandy kept trying to scream through her gag and kept tossing around so much so Fred decided to actually tie her directly to the chair. Needless to say, this only served to piss off Mandy even more.
After Mandy was firmly secured, Fred began to tease her and play with her boobs. A gentle bouncing of the boobs up and down, then some playful titty slap caused Mandy to try to say some very nasty words to her husband through her gag. The more Mandy became angry, the more Fred enjoyed it.
“Hey Hank, come on over and check out my wife’s boobs,” Fred called out to Mitzi’s husband.
Fred saw Mitzi give her husband a dirty look when Hank walked over to Mandy and fondled each massive breast.
Fred yelled, “Pinch her nipples, Mandy really likes that.”
So Hank pinched each nipple and twirled the nipples between his fingers. Mandy’s reaction was not very happy as her boobs became the guys personal play toys.
“Hey, Mitzi, how about a little lezzie action?”
If the truth were to be known, Mandy and Mitzi had shared some personal quality time together when the guys hadn't been around. In this case, Mandy actually hoped Mitzi would participate, and she did.
The guys backed away as Mitzi gently caressed each of Mandy’s luscious mounds. She lovingly raised each breast separately to her mouth and looped her wet tongue around and around the areola. Her lips encircled each nipple, gently sucking until the knobs were erect and pointed. Mandy’s muffled sounds of complaint turned into muffled moans of pleasure. The guys seemed a bit bewildered at this mutual erotica between their wives. Both Mandy and Mitzi were enjoying this experience that they obviously had shared before.
Fred turned to his wife, “OK Mandy, time to go home.”
He reached around and removed the rope that attached Mandy to her chair. Mandy was thinking she was about to be totally released and shocked with her husband’s next action. Instead of untying the rest of the knots and removing her gag, he picked up his naked and cinched up wife and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of wheat. As he walked towards the door with his trussed wife, Fred turned to Hank and Mitzi, “See you guys next week, right Mandy?” Fred slapped his wife’s bare hiney to get a muffled growl.
“Don’t worry guys, I will get her home with a gallon of Captain Morgan and she will be a mellow sex kitten.”
Though somewhat reluctant, Mandy returned with Fred to the poker game the next week. As they began to sit around the table, the guys lit up huge El Producto cigars. Wait a fucking minute” Mitzi yelled. “If you guys are going to smoke those dog turds, we are going to enjoy a couple cigarettes.” Mitzi pulled out a pack of Marlboro lights and tossed one over the table to Mandy.
“What’s this shit, I thought you girls quit smoking?” inquired Hank. Mitzi explained if the guys could stink up the house with cigars, they were going to enjoy smoking some cigarettes while they played cards. With that, Mitzi lit up her Marlboro and took a deep drag, blowing smoke across the table at her husband.
Mandy picked up a filtered cigarette and truly enjoyed a pleasure she had denied herself for several months.
Mandy was still very leery of playing strip poker that included someone in bondage, knowing it would probably again be her. To put her mind at ease, Mitzi suggested they play teams, boys against the girls. The first one out of either sex would require both be bound. Mandy still wasn’t sure as if she would be out first, poor Mitzi would also have to be placed in bondage, just didn’t seem fair.
“I don’t know Mitzi. I don’t want to force you into some kind of kinky bondage because I am a lousy poker player.”
“Don’t worry, Mandy,” Mitzi replied, “I got it, we can beat these fools” The guys started to laugh. Just the thought of the women beating them in poker was foolhardy.
The game started badly for the women. They lost the first few hands and were already down to their bra and panties. The guys offered them a chance to reconsider the offer, but the girls were more determined than ever to beat the men in poker. Luck began to turn when the girls won the next several hands. Everyone was down to their last piece of clothes, panties and men’s briefs. Hank was dealing when he looked to his wife and snickered, “Just wait until I get to tie you up, you’ll wish you took our offer to reconsider.”
Mitzi took a puff of her Marlboro and blew smoke rings in the air as she answered, “Game ain’t over yet, honey.”
The last hand, loser and their partner will be placed in bondage by the other team, and who knows what extra activities may take place. Mandy was very nervous and started chain smoking cigarettes. She knew she would not win. They went around the table, Mandy only had a pair of 4’s, Joe had a pair of 8’s. It was down to Mitzi and her husband, Hank.
“Two pair, baby. Dead man’s hand, aces and eights.” Hank felt sure he and Fred would soon have their tied up wives to play with for the evening.
Mitzi had a cigarette dangling from her mouth like a Vegas high-roller. “Read ‘em and weep, boys, four Jacks”
The men were shocked, and Mandy was very relieved. Mitzi reached in front of her husband and grabbed two El Producto’s, throwing one across the table for Mandy.
“Light ‘em up, baby” Mitzi yelled to Mandy.
The two ecstatic women put a stogie in their mouths and lit up the cigars like Red Auerbach after winning a Celtics game. The girls leaned back puffing on their cigars and watched with glee as their men took off their final piece of clothing, revealing their partially erect cocks. The men actually enjoyed watching the exotic nature of their wives smoking cigars as their bare breasts raised and lowered with each inhale.
“Well Mandy, whatever shall we do with these two passionate men that just yearn to have sex with us? Mitzi questioned while puffing on the cigar.
Hank and Fred looked at each other, “Now, just wait a minute, we didn’t agree to any kind of sex activity” Fred complained.
“And having everyone play with my tits wasn’t a sexual activity?” responded Mandy.
The women looked like a couple of 1930’s crime bosses as they answered them with the big cigars sticking out of their mouths.
“OK, see you guys, in the chairs with your hands behind the chair back and your legs spread out so we can tie them to the chair legs” directed Mitzi in her best Edward G. Robinson imitation as the cigar protruded from the side of her mouth.
The women took absolute joy in tying up their husbands. Mitzi tied her husband Hank’s wrists together first, followed by more rope to pull the elbows close. She took rope around the chair several times encircling the husband’s chest above and below his nipples. She moved to the front of the chair and secured both ankles to the chair legs. She took additional rope and stretched the rope around his belly above his crotch and around the back of the chair to prohibit too much movement. She couldn’t help herself when she placed the rope around his waist and had to tease his partially erect manhood. She stuffed her panties in his mouth, securing the gag with one of her nylon stockings.
Fred wasn’t getting off easy with Mandy, either. Mandy tied each arm from the shoulder to the back chair leg with several rounds of rope so his arms were straight down parallel to the chair back sides. She took rope and ran it around each side of his crotch, under the chair and back around to assure maximum opening to his sexual target. Each leg was looped at the knee with the ropes attached to the bottom chair rung. She took an additional rope to tie his legs securely to the chair legs.
He continued to protest to his wife that this was not fair and much worse than he did to her. Mandy got tired of his noise so she re-secured her stuffed panties in her husband’s mouth with several rounds of duct tape she found lying on a kitchen counter. The women puffed on their cigars and chuckled as they blew smoke at their husbands. They were very pleased with their handiwork as both men were solidly secured in their chairs awaiting whatever pleasures, or other devious actions, their wives had planned.
“Let’s have a cock fight!” Mandy suggested.
“We titty fuck our husbands until one of us is able to cause their husband’s cock to ejaculation.”
“Hey, that’s a great idea, to see which wife has the better set of boobs to give our husband a massive hard-on and grand finale. Can we begin with a blow job to get the party started?”
It was obvious Mitzi was thrilled with the idea of teasing and pleasing their husbands while completely bound at the women’s wishes. The men didn’t need too much additional encouragement as their erections were already beginning to rise to the occasion. A few ups and downs by the girls and the competition was ready to begin.
The guys looked with glee as the giant boobs of their respective wives were lowered and placed around their manhood. Mitzi had already well lubricated her husband with her tongue and throat. She let a bit more drool from her mouth drop between her boobs as she encircled her hubby’s dick with her volumes of soft skin cushion. Mandy likewise made sure her man was ready for the challenge when she gave him her erotic blow job, taking his entire rod into her mouth and pursing her lips around it as she slowly raised her head off the top bulb.
The muffled moans of pleasure from their captives encouraged the girls to move their breasts even faster. Taking their boobs into their hands, squeezing them around the cocks caused the men to try to lift their groin muscles upward as much as they could.
“MMMFFF, MMMFFF, MMMFFF” was coming from behind the gags of their husbands as the men began to reach their pinnacle.
The up and down of the boobs around the concrete tubes of sex squeezed the bulb head of the two penis poking in and out of the mounds of flesh. Mitzi could tell her husband was ready to explode as she squeezed her tits as hard as she could around his cock.
”MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!”, Mitzi’s husband let out his muffled sounds of glory, a geyser of warm cum shot high into the air, hitting Mitzi in the chin and dripping down both of her boobs.
“Way to go, Hank! We won. I knew you would be great since we have had plenty of practice with your most favorite sex games.”
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