I knew I was in trouble when I challenged my boyfriend to a game of strip poker and he wanted to know how many could play. I told him that just the two of us would be playing and he said the bet was "He wins, new rules. I win, my rules" The new rules would include more players. He was serious! You would share me with your friends? He argued that sharing was not the issue, that the game itself rules and we made the rules. Only if they are all in good shape, are not married, and will not all be in the same room if I should lose. I agreed, and I lost. Not because I play badly, but because the cards didn't come my way. I had no cards the next Saturday afternoon either as I was soon topless at a table with four anxious men.

The next few hands I won easily as folding became the rule.

Jeff explained to the others that he would appreciate it if each would provide me with an orgasm. My first winner was on target orally and again when he played me, the second only needed to play me for my third, the third was orally proficient and loved doggy style for numbers four and five, and Jeff provided me with number six. "Satisfied?" he asked.. "NO! I replied with a viscious smile, I'd like number three again. 3 was an honest 7-12 to 8" long and fairly thin, he had good control and knew where to ride me from behind. 7, 8 & 9 soon followed with the 8th being the wildest. Somewhat sore, Jeff brought me a hot towell and cleaned and soothed my softness. "You know So & So did over 400 someplace?" he laughed. I grabbed the K-Y, and asked him to send in 2. A few long hours later I scored with 22 big O's and four wasted men whose balls actually hurt too much to play again.