By now the bedclothes were no longer covering us and in the dim light Anne's body was plain to see her breast bouncing up and down as she rode me, she...knew damn well she was being watched from the next bed and put on a show, hell the next room could probably guess what we were doing.I had to guess that Johnny had a hard on if he wasn't jerking off, what I couldn't see at the time that he was stroking his cock but not hidden by the bedding but in full view of my darling and horny wife. I don't. By the time they touched the carpet I had my own pants down. I was hard and ready, all eight inches of me. Stepping up closer I positioned myself at her opening. Surprised but pleased to find her already wet I grasped her by the hips and drove myself in.Her wetness defied her readiness. She was so tight I only made it partway in. Pulling back to where just the head of my shaft was still inside her pussy I drove in again, harder than before. This time I managed to get most of my shaft into her.. ... If you want..." So you guys play strip poker then? with only guys? ha....." No not usually but if your out of cash, and to keep the game friendly, you can start betting your cloths. One piece at a time." Umm okay sure sounds alright, I'll bet my shoes then..."And thats how it started. I figured my shoes were innocent enough. Then my socks, then my belt.... We were drinking, and we kept drinking. And I kept losing and betting more and more cloths. My shirt. My pants. And finally my boxer. ‘Oh God,’ she inhales as his mouth leaves her fiery breast… tongue licking along her tight tummy. Blood rushes to her chest and flows into her sex, her lips swelling suddenly, pouting against each other as his fingers move inside her knees, gently spreading her legs, lifting one slightly, caressing her calve. ‘Yes Monica, I can feel it growing inside you, can smell your desire.’ His hands move upward between parted thighs, fingers plying goose-bumped skin as they travel toward her now.