I almost crossed a line. Early in our marriage, my wife and I lived in an apartment. It was a Friday afternoon and both of us were off work for the weekend. We decided to spend the hot afternoon down at the apartment pool drinking, swimming, and soaking up the summer sun. I cannot recall exactly which one of my wife’s many bikinis she wore down that day, but rest assured it was sexy as hell.

After a few of the drinks kicked in, I decided to invite an old friend over to swim with us as well. My wife had started chatting with a guy that lived in our building and we ran into regularly. My friend showed up and the four of us just hung out in the pool enjoying the summer vibes.

The sun started to go down and honestly we had had too much to drink and too much sun. It could have been the middle of the night the way we were feeling. The drinks at the pool had run dry and we all agreed to make our way up to our apartment and continue the fun.

Sitting around the table I produced a deck of cards. We played a few random games, but as someone always seems to do it was suggested that we play a game of strip poker. Half joking, hald serious we all agreed. The game got set up and my wife feeling she would be targeted took the opportunity to go change out of her bikini and into layers of pajamas.

The game started and slowly progressed. As suspected my wife, as the only woman there, was indeed targeted. She pulled off layer after layer but was quickly running out. Again, my wife isn’t exactly the most promiscuous woman. She has her moments, but they tend to catch me off guard.

Toward the end of the game, I was down to my underwear. The friend I had invited over had only lost a couple of socks and seemed unwilling to put himself in a place to lose more. Our neighbor had taken the opportunity to end up completely naked. I was apparent that he got a thrill out of my wife seeing his cock. It wasn’t hard to see why.

My wife was down to shorts and a bra, possibly with panties on. The game, while technically never ending, was losing everyone’s interest. My wife was attempted to use the lack of focus as an opportunity to escape the game without having to show her body to my friends. Our neighbor had other ideas and insisted we continue playing until she was naked.

She excused herself to go to the bathroom. I never knew exactly what had gone through her head while she was back there. While I was sitting there discussing with the guys what we should do next, my wife completely naked, emerged from the back room. I gave her a surprised look and she froze and looked at me for approval. As frozen as I was, I couldn’t give it to her. If she was going to do this, she had to do it all on her own.

She suddenly arrived at her senses and jumped back in the back room. I still don’t know at what point she attracted the attention of my friends and how much of her they saw. She came back out wearing some pajamas and the game was declared over.