“Yes, Mel gave his blessing. He can’t wait to get home tomorrow and is going to try and catch an earlier flight. If he can get on earlier, he’ll be here before noon.”
“Good, I hope we let her out of bed by then,” Hal said, laughing.
Lena came walking, sauntering was more like it, in the room and both men’s mouths fell open.
Perfect. Just the reaction she had wanted. She had changed into a light blue satin pajama set. There was a long-sleeved jacket, which she had left unbuttoned over a camisole top. The top was V cut and left a lot of cleavage showing. It was also short and about three inches of her bare stomach showed above the loose fitting harem-style pants. Her feet were bare. Neither man could take their eyes off of her. She had left her long mahogany hair down and softly tousled.
She trailed her fingers across first R.J.’s back then Hal’s as she seemed to float around the table before sitting down. She reached for her glass of wine and took a healthy swallow. She’d never tried to seduce one man
, let alone two at once before, and needed a little Dutch courage.
“So, boys, what’s the game? I’m tired of matchsticks, let’s make it more interesting. Any suggestions?” she asked, her voice low and sensuous.
Shit, Hal thought, she was playing right into their hands, or were they playing into hers? The evening was about to get very interesting. He grabbed himself and R.J. another beer but vowed to take it easy. He was going to need all his facilities tonight or he would be the one naked on the table instead of Lena.
“Well, darling, we can make it as interesting as you want. What do you say to a little strip poker?”
Lena assessed each man, mentally calculating how many articles of clothing they were wearing and wished she had added a couple more pieces to her ensemble. “Sounds like fun,” she answered, hoping she wasn’t stepping in it.
R.J. explained how it was going to work and dealt the first hand. Lena lost her earrings. The second hand Hal lost his shirt. After the sixth hand, by which both men were shirtless and Lena had lost her watch, they took a break to refill the drinks and get more snacks. Lena stepped back to the restroom and the men decided while she was gone that this was not happening fast enough. With R.J. keeping watch, Hal quickly stacked the deck. Time for Lena to lose her jacket.
Lena came back from the bathroom and took her seat. She lost the next two hands, leaving her sitting at the table in her camisole top and a very tiny pair of blue bikini panties. When she lost the third hand and all she had left to give was her top or her panties, she protested. “This isn’t fair.”
“Why isn’t it fair, darling? We both took our shoes and socks off at the beginning of the game to even the odds, and we let you count your jewelry, which we didn’t have to. You can either give up an article of clothing or go to bed,” Hal said, smirking at her.
Lena thought a minute then she got an idea. “What if instead of an article of clothing I give the winner a kiss?”
“Give us a minute to talk this over,” R.J. answered. He and Hal stood and walked into the living room.
They returned in a couple minutes and both had big smiles on their faces.
Lena wasn’t surprised she was losing. When Hal had lost his first hand and took his shirt off, she couldn’t stop her mouth from watering. When R.J. lost his shirt two hands later, it was all she could do to keep from drooling. She was looking at them more than she was looking at her cards and had made several stupid mistakes.
Both men agreed to accept kisses instead of clothes for the next couple of hands. The cards were dealt and Lena looked at her hand. Nothing. She tried to bluff her way through it, but still lost.
R.J. was the winner and sat triumphantly awaiting his prize.
Lena walked over to him and leaned down, placing a soft chaste kiss on his lips. She was a little disappointed when he didn’t ask for more.
As she took her seat, she missed the look Hal gave R.J. If he had won the hand he sure wouldn’t have let her off so easy. He stood and stripped off his jeans, standing there in a pair of white boxer pants which did little to hide his erection. Lena’s mouth gaped open a little more and she quickly averted her eyes.
It was Hal’s turn to deal and he watched as Lena’s eyes lit up as she looked at each card. He would have to tell her later she was not very good at bluffing. Her eyes were very revealing and he instantly knew if she had a good or bad hand.
Lena won the next hand and Hal walked over, lifting her to her feet. His turn to give the kiss. Threading one hand through her hair, he held her head in place and lowered his mouth to hers. He gently pressed his lips to hers and held them there for a few seconds. She looked so disappointed when he let her go it was all he could do not to grab her again and kiss her like he wanted to.
Lena dealt the next hand. She was still wearing her camisole and thong. Hal and R.J. were both down to briefs. This was going to be a very interesting hand. Lena picked up her cards and her face fell. She obviously did not have a good hand. Both Hal and R.J. were grinning like fools.
Lena put her cards down and reached for the hem of her top.
They could tell she was reluctant but gave her a minute to see what she would do.
As the winner of the hand, Hal felt he had the right to pick his prize. “Oh no, baby, over here,” he said, beckoning her with one curled finger. He pushed himself away from the table and turned his chair, giving her room between him and the table. Reaching out with both hands, he clasped her hips gently and pulled her to him. “Straddle me.” His voice was dark and gravelly. His eyes never left hers.
R.J. stood and came to stand behind Hal. R.J. hoped he knew where this was going. He and Hal had worked out a tentative plan but not detailed. He would just have to wait and see where Hal went with it.
He also kept his eyes on Lena, watching the rise and fall of her chest as her breath became rapid. The way the pupils of her eyes dilated. The graceful way she rose and stood proudly. He could see the small battle she had within herself as she made the two steps it took her to stand between Hal and the table. He knew the minute they won the battle.
He loved to watch the eyes of a submissive. He could always see the battles they had within themselves and relished the minute they decided to give, submit their body to him and his partners. She would be theirs. For how long, he didn’t know.