<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/cool-handsome-guy-beard-outside-260nw-266965319.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>7:30 PM<br/><strong>When:</strong>Saturday Evening<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-shirt (pictured) and khaki shorts<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Poker Face (https://youtu.be/bESGLojNYSo?t=20)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<hr/><br/>Chris eyes widening at the lack of chips Sofia dealt, and he saw a similar reaction on Jamal's Face.  But unlike Jamal, he spoke up.  "<strong>Hey, Is that all the chips you are dealing out?"</strong>he frowned, taking matters into his own hands stealing a few extra chips from the box and giving Jamal a few and himself a few.<strong>"I know better!  If we let Sofia make the rules, deal the cards and hand out the chips, we'll both be naked in no time." </strong>he turned to Sofia, who had a devilish grin on her face. "Your not slick, Hun.....I'm on to you!" he nodded, biting his lip, knowing that she would do anything to stack the cards or the chips in her favor.  At least at this rate, the guys would have to lose at least 2 or 3 more hands more than the girls to get completely naked.<br/><br/>As the cards were dealt and Chris got to peek at his hand, he started to contemplate what if he lost, and had to sit on the couch of shame.  He had at least for or 5 rounds, and wondered if shoes an socks could be taken off one at a time to prolong his position in the game.  He wasn't ashamed of his body, still in decent shape at his age, but when he looked across at Jamal, he was no where near his stature or physique.  He could only imagine the rippling muscles that lie under his shirt.<em>If I was built like that, I'd be shirtless as much as possible</em>he thought to himself. Flipping over his cards to get a quick peek, they were decent, not great, but not awful.  He tossed in his chip and let the betting begin.<br/><br/>He hadn't thought about his wife and if she lost, she'd have to start stripping in front of Jamal.  Butterflies floated around in his gut, as he imagined the sight, he knew Jamal would be all for it. Nervously he tapped his foot rapidly on the floor, his mind wondering as he waited for the girls to bet or fold.