How Wet Can You Get

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met or corresponded.

How Wet Can You Get? (Bisexual, Urination)

by Amber Fountaine

They were all but rolling on the floor, like it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen. Jack and Fred both enjoyed cartoons and the one they were watching on Jack's new dish system had them holding their sides from laughing so much. Jack's girlfriend, Liz, had just come in and paused to watch to see what was so damn funny. She quickly surmised that the quality of the comedy had little to do with it. Her boyfriend and one of his poker buddies were drunk and stoned out of their gourds. If the TV caught fire and went up in flames, they'd be laughing about that too.

Fred had been one of the original members of the Thursday night poker group back when he'd been married. The idea for the group had come from his wife. As a last ditch effort to save their marriage, Fred and Virginia had gone to a counselor, who had been surprised that Fred didn't engage in any form of a male bonding activity. Ginny couldn't picture her husband involved in any sort of sports and had suggested he get together some of the guys at work for a poker night.

Fred had invited eight, thinking half would show up and had been surprised when all eight appeared on his doorstep at the appointed time. But the novelty soon wore off, one guy got transferred, and within a couple of months, they were lucky to have four at the table. Then they hit on the idea of bi-monthly games and that had worked, with there now being six regulars that gathered at the home of one of the players.

Had it been a regular Thursday evening, with work scheduled for 7:30 in the morning, Ginny knew the guys wouldn't be so wasted. But in this case, the following day was the Fourth of July and a holiday.

The coming holiday had also caused the game for that evening at Jack's place to be a bust. Three of the regulars were going out of town with their families for the weekend and had already been on the road before the game started. Fred and Chuck had been the only two to show up and after a few games of three-handed poker, they tried blackjack for a while and then gave it up. Chuck left and Jack had urged Fred to stay and help drink some of the beer he'd iced down, expecting a much bigger group.

He also had a couple of joints of some 'really good shit' that his new brother-in-law had given him. Jack's sister had recently married a guy that grew plants in some secret place out in the mountains. Jack and Liz seldom smoked the stuff, but kept some around for special occasions. Jack passed along most of his brother-in-law's homegrown to his or Liz's friends. That night, with just the two of them there, they'd decided to share a joint and watch some TV and had settled on the Cartoon Channel just before Liz got home.

"What happened to your poker game?" Liz asked. "Y'all get too messed up to play?"

Jack explained what had happened and teased, "Where you planning to sit in for a few hands?"

"I might if you played strip poker," she shot back, glad for the opening. "You keep saying you're gonna do that the next time you host the game but you never do."

"Well hell Liz," Fred said, turning to join the conversation and tease his buddy's girl. "It's not too late. We'll be glad to take your money or your clothes. Right Jack?" Then Fred giggled about that suggestion.

"Yeah," Jack told them, laughing at the idea. "Some of the guys would be too chicken shit to play, but ol' Fred would love to see you naked. He drools over you every time he comes over here."

Fred laughed, then feigned indignance. "I don't drool," he protested. "Dogs drool. I just stare at her tits." Then he and Jack collapsed in laughter again.

Liz was proud of her tits and wasn't completely sober herself. She used her hands to cup her breasts and push them together, accentuating an already ample cleavage. "The only chance that EITHER of you have of seeing these tonight is at that table," she told them, nodding in the direction of the poker table. It was still sitting out, off to one side of the living room, with a few empty beer bottles and the cards and chips piled in the center. She was staring at Jack so that he understood the 'either' part included him. Then she added, as she walked out of the room, "Give me a minute to go pee. We've been at 'Torso' all night and there was a huge line at the Ladies room. Maybe I'll round up a few more girls to make it interesting."

Jack and Fred quit laughing long enough to look at each other for confirmation of what had just happened. "Does she mean it?" Fred finally asked.

"Maybe," Jack said with a shrug. "She's told me a couple of times that the next time we play here she's gonna join us and make us play strip poker. But shit, she teases me like that all the time. She's always telling me that one day she's gonna fuck all you guys so that I can . ." Jack suddenly realized that with his tongue lubricated with alcohol, he was about to say a lot more than he'd intended. Then because of the beer and the pot, he couldn't remember exactly what he'd said and how he'd said it or figure out what he should say to cover it up.

He needn't have worried. Fred's brain had never moved past images of Liz's tits. He'd never even caught the part of Jack's remark about Liz fucking Jack's friends. With boobs on the brain, he suggested, "So should we sit at the table and see if she joins us when she comes out?"

"Shit yeah," Jack told him, jumping to his feet. "Ain't that what poker is all about? Calling a bluff?" He was grinning from ear to ear as he cleaned a couple of empties off the card table and urged Fred to join him.

A few minutes later, while discussing something else and waiting for Liz to return, it finally occurred to Fred what Jack had said. "Where you shitting? Liz really wants to fuck all of us?"

To Jack, Fred's slow response was equally hilarious. When he finished laughing about that, he grew serious and answered. "I gotta believe she does. We, uh, we have one of those open relationship things."

Fred caught on to that remark in a hurry. "You mean it's okay to . . . for either of you to fuck around on each other?" he asked, to be sure.

"Not exactly. We don't do it behind each other's back. And Liz is the only woman I've been with since she moved in with me. But, uh, just between us, she needs a lot more sex than I can give her. Guys like to brag about having a woman that wants to fuck morning, noon and night, but I think if they tried living with one like that, they'd change their mind."

Fred was staying completely focused, as best he could anyway, and just wanted to be absolutely sure he understood what Jack had said. "So if she comes back out and we play strip poker and she decides she wants to fuck us both, you're okay with it?"

"Sure. Better it be you than have her go out with some guy I've never met."

What Jack was saying made sense in a way, but Fred was still looking at relationships from the standpoint of the one he'd had with his ex-wife and what Jack was talking about would have NEVER happened there. Ginny hadn't shown any interest in sex with anyone until after her mother had died and in the process of settling her mother's estate, Ginny began having an affair with her mother's lawyer. For Fred, the most confusing part of that had been that the lawyer was another woman. Eventually he and Ginny divorced and the lawyer was now Ginny's live-in lover.

Thinking he'd get some sympathy from his poker pals, Fred had made the mistake of telling his buddies about Ginny and her new lover and he was still getting teased about his pussy eating skills being so bad that his wife had to take up with a lesbian.

He was about to ask Jack what had happened to Liz, when Liz returned to join them.

"Didn't do what I'd planned, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer either."

"We were gonna check to see if you fell in," Jack told her, giggling at his own joke.

She smiled at them. "Nope. I didn't even get to the bathroom. I was in the bedroom on the phone with Marge. I invited her over. You didn't smoke up all the joints did you?"

Liz was about to say more, but Jack jumped in to warn Fred, "You're fucked. And maybe for real. Liz is playing matchmaker. Marge is our new neighbor - our recently divorced new neighbor."

"For your information, Mister Know-it-all, I am not playing matchmaker." Then she sort of snickered to herself, and softly, as if thinking out loud, said, "Well, maybe in a way." Then she went on. "Marge has a boyfriend and can easily get all the company she could possibly want without any help from me." Looking directly at Jack, she asked, "Wouldn't you agree?"

Jack would have enthusiastically agreed if he had wanted to risk making Liz jealous. He thought Marge had that impish, sexy look that made her appear much younger, but infinitely more experienced than any woman he'd met. And if some of the things Liz had learned about her were true, she was. Tactfully, Jack answered, "Yeah, I guess she's kind of cute."

"Cute enough to make you pant like a puppy," she told him and when Jack began to protest, she said, "Like you didn't have your damn tongue hanging out so far you nearly tripped on it the day she was over here in that halter top?"

Jack gave an embarrassed shrug and looked to Fred for understanding. He'd merely acted like a normal male and knew Fred would understand. "She's got nipples like this," he said to Fred, holding the tip of one finger of one hand between two fingers of the other, indicating the size of her nipples. "And if that was a halter top, I'm Jackie Kennedy. It was some sort of gauze bra that was so thin you could count the freckles on her tits."

Liz jumped back in, telling him, "Yeah, and you counted every damn one of them at least twice."

Jack gave another one of his silly shrugs and told Fred, "For some reason I kept loosing count and had to start over. Too bad she's with someone. I'm sure you'd like to meet her. Maybe Liz can fix you up some other time."

Looking at Fred and nodding toward Jack, Liz told Fred, "Amazing that someone so smart can be so dumb. I never said she wasn't coming over. I said she had company. She's dating the guy she lived with before she married the guy she divorced."

The look on Fred's face revealed how completely lost he was in their conversation. He was still trying to figure out if the strip poker game was still on. He'd been hiding a stiff piece of wood ever since the subject had come up and Jack's revelations about their open relationship had made it worse. With his mind on more important things, he couldn't make any sense of Liz's last remark. He had to ask for clarification. "You mean she was living with one guy - but got married to another guy - and now is divorced and seeing the guy she used to live with?"

"That's about it," Liz told him. "His name is Dennis and they live and work together out of Marge's house."

Fred knew that people did crazy things with their lives, but that still didn't make any sense to him. "Why?" he asked Liz, like maybe there was some left out fact that would make it all clear.

Jack answered for her, rubbing the fingers of one hand in the universal sign for money. "Might be just a coincidence, but rumor has it that she paid cash for that house that was for sale behind us."

That was something Fred could relate to, and when Liz didn't intervene on Marge's behalf, he assumed that Fred's theory was true.

In his case, his ex had inherited a lot of money and dumped Fred to live with her lover. In this case, it would appear that this gal Marge had married for money, gotten her hands on a large chunk of it, and then went back to her lover.

With that somewhat clear in his very unclear mind, Fred went back to the matter of supreme importance to him. "Are we still gonna to play?" he asked hopefully.

Liz gave him a sly look and answered with a question. "Cards? Or did you have something else in mind?"

Fred definitely had something else in mind and blushed because of it. But he's assumed anything that got started would be because of whatever happened while they were playing strip poker. "Well I thought we were gonna play cards."

"Uh huh," Liz said in a way to let Fred know she didn't completely believe him. "In a rush to loose your money or your clothes?"

"What makes you think we'd loose?" Jack asked. "We play all the time."

"And every time you have a game and I ask how you did and who won, you tell me you lost a little, and the winner was Pete or Mick or Jerry or the new guy, Chuck. You never tell me Fred won, or that you won. So maybe you guys play all the time and maybe I'm just a dumb old girl, but I'm planning to win and if Marge talks Dennis into coming over and they show up, you guys are in serious trouble. Marge used to be a dealer in Vegas."

Jack wasn't about to let his ego get bruised in front of Fred. "She might have worked in Vegas all right," Fred countered. "But I doubt it was dealing cards. She was probably 'laying down on the job' if you get my drift."

"Wrong again Mr. Brainiac. She dealt blackjack. She said that anytime they spotted a guy they thought might be trying to count cards, they'd put her in to deal. Not two minutes ago you were bragging about what great tits she has. Think you could look her in the eye or count cards if you were playing against her?"

Jack was about to lie and tell her it wouldn't be a problem when the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation. Liz was the closest to the door and still standing, so she told them, "I'll get it." Then, before moving to the door, she addressed both of the men. "If you guys say a word about the way Dennis is dressed, game's over and everyone goes home - got it?"

"How is he dressed?" Jack asked.

"Since I haven't opened the door yet, I really have no way of knowing that. But she said on the phone that they seldom went out after she got Dennis dressed for the weekend and she'd have to check with him. I told her we were gonna play strip poker and it wouldn't matter how he was dressed to start with because we'd all probably be naked in an hour or so anyway. She said Dennis probably wouldn't play, but might like to watch if that was okay and I told her it was."

Neither of the guys responded in any way and Liz went to the door, leaving them to look at each other. Jack sat dumbly, waiting to see what would happen next. On the other hand, Fred was considering his options, as best he could with a muddled mind. It was one thing to play strip poker, get naked, and probably have sex with his buddy's girl. Doing it with or in front of another couple he'd never met was a whole lot different.

He quickly decided to stay when he met Marge and Dennis and studied the way they were dressed. Dennis turned out to be a smaller than average guy, and was wearing baggy Dockers, loafers, and a polo shirt. Fred and Jack glanced at each other to see if the other noticed anything unusual about the way Dennis was dressed. He looked ordinary enough to both of them.

However, Marge got Fred's attention in a hurry, and Jack was doing his best not to let Liz catch him ogling her. She was everything Jack had said and more. Other than carrying the biggest, ugliest purse that either man had ever seen, she was pure eye candy and looking her in the eye when she was introduced was the hardest thing Fred had ever done. Usually a perfect gentleman, he didn't dare stand up. He was sure if he tried, his hard-on would lift the edge of the card table. His loose basketball shorts hid his erection to some degree while sitting, but if he stood, there'd be a very noticeable tent in his crotch area. He noticed that Jack didn't try to stand either, and assuming it was for the same reason, found that funny. Being just as wasted himself, when Fred started laughing, Jack joined in, not having a clue what they were laughing about.

Marge turned to Liz and asked, "What's wrong with them?"

"Fucked up. They've been giggling about everything since I got here - including that stupid ass cartoon show."

They all automatically glanced at the TV and saw one cartoon cat grab a cow's teat and start squirting milk in the face of another cat.

Even the two that were stoned didn't see much humor in that and resumed looking at Marge. However she was still looking in the general direction of the TV and told them, "Looks more like one guy playing with the dick of another guy that's taking a piss and they're shooting it in the face of a third guy. We have a porno tape like that."

Immediately, they all focused on the cartoon again and could see that what Marge had suggested, was possible. The whole cow was no longer visible, nor if you were looking at it for the first time, would you notice an udder or the other three teats. It did look like a cock in the cat's hand and since the flow was steady, you had to assume it was piss.

Jack broke the silence. "You have a porno tape with guys pissing on each other?"

"Yeah I do," Marge told him. "Does that turn you on?"

Fred was perhaps the most surprised to see his friend's sudden silence, flushed look and labored breathing as mute evidence that he was very turned on. He didn't know if it was Marge's remark or Marge herself.

"I told you he was kinky," Liz told the other woman, almost as if she was bragging.

"What's he into?" Marge asked, indicating Fred.

Liz shook her head. "Don't know yet. We were just about to find out."

Fred was into a lot of things, although most of it was just fantasy. Marge's remark about the cartoon had dredged up a recurring fantasy involving piss play that went back to his days as a teen, more than half a lifetime ago, and the things he'd tried with his buddy, Billy Tanner. The more he thought about it, the more he saw similarities between a weekend at Billy's house when his folks had been gone and the situation that seemed to be developing with Jack and Liz and their neighbor.

Billy's folks had given strict instructions that there was to be no parties. Like good teenage boys, they'd immediately planned one. They'd paid a premium to get someone else to buy them a keg of beer, spent a good part of what little money either had saved up for chips and dips and other snacks, and then the timing had turned out terrible. Only a handful had showed up, leaving Fred and Billy to finish off the keg. They'd gotten so drunk that neither could remember who started what or why, but sometime during the night they'd been standing on the patio next to the keg, had stepped into the yard together to pee, and had wound up peeing on each other. Instead of getting pissed about being pissed on, it had turned them on.

Previously, they'd jacked off together several times and this time they were drunk enough to do more. The next morning they woke up together in Billy's wet bed, naked and horny despite their hangovers. Each accused the other of wetting the bed, though neither was sure they hadn't done it themselves. And since the bed was already wet and they were both feeling playful, they'd peed on each other again.

Since Billy hadn't seemed to remember any more than Fred could, Fred had decided to tease him and thanked him for the great blowjob the night before. Instead of denying it, Billy told Fred that Fred's cocksucking skills were also superb and had suggested they do it again.

What followed was a day and a half of piss play and cocksucking that were indelibly etched in Fred's mind. He and Billy had never repeated that weekend, but Fred thought of it often. He loved to lay in the bathtub, piss all over himself, and masturbate while fantasizing about sucking a cock or eating pussy. As Fred looked at Jack, seeing him blushing and squirming in discomfort, he wondered how closely the kinkiness that Liz had alluded to in Jack, matched the thoughts in Fred's mind.

Jack was contending with a quandary of his own. He cursed himself for telling Liz his deepest secrets and was beginning to suspect he shouldn't be smoking dope. He and Liz had shared a joint one night a few months back and while the sex that followed had been great, he'd gotten a bit of a motor mouth, telling her things he'd barely admitted to himself. Since then she'd been slowly bringing his fantasies to reality.

Back when they'd first started dating, she'd spent the night and Jack had beaten her to the toilet to pee. Instead of waiting for him to finish, she'd squeezed off his piss flow, put the seat down, sat in front of him and told him to pee between her legs. Normally Jack could pee in a beer bottle with barely a drop hitting the sides, but he'd been so nervous that he'd peed all over her thighs and had soak her bush. As punishment (?), Liz had made him lick her thighs and pussy and had finished her pee by filling his mouth. She'd never had a man drink her pee before, but it had just the right combination of nastiness and submissiveness that it appealed to her. Soon after she moved in with Jack, it became a regular part of their sex lives.

But that was merely the beginning and not what was making Jack blush. Liz had a lot of notches on her bedpost before she met Jack, but Jack was the first to go down on her after they'd had sex. His enthusiasm for doing that impressed Liz and was a big reason she'd decided to move in with him. Then when he'd shown equal enthusiasm for licking her clean after she'd been to bed with another man, Liz began to suspect that his eagerness wasn't entirely for her benefit. The night they'd gotten stoned and shared fantasies, she'd admitted to being bi and had gotten Jack to admit he liked the taste of cum and would love to try sucking a cock. She'd built on that fantasy, telling Jack that most of her lovers that she could remember had a need to pee after sex and that if she shared one with him, Jack could suck cock to get him hard, eat cum from her cunt when they'd finished, and then have the guy pee in Jack's mouth to wash it down. She assured him that he'd probably love the taste of a man's pee as much as he seemed to love hers. Every time she mentioned that to Jack, he'd gotten hard as a rock and usually begged for more of her pee.

So when Marge had made her remark about the TV cartoon, it had evoked a whole lot of thoughts in Jack and only Liz knew why he was blushing so brightly. Jack was still sitting dumbly at the card table and Liz bent over from behind him to tell him softly, "Play your cards right - or maybe wrong - and you just might get to do all those nasty things you've been wanting to try."

The rest of the people missed Liz's comment to Jack, but Fred didn't and was already looking at his friend in awe. Even with his brain fucked up he could put together Marge's comment Jack's blushing and conclude that his poker pal and he might share some similar fantasies. Liz's whispered taunt made him come to the conclusion that his friend might be the perfect person and he couldn't help but smile at his friend. He was more eager than ever to get started and while continuing to lock eyes with Jack, asked aloud, "So who's gonna play?"

"Probably all of us, if you can keep your panties on," Liz answered. Then she turned to Marge and Dennis. "Can I get y'all anything before we start? The fridge is full of beer." As she spoke about something to drink, she was getting the brass, cigarette box off the bookshelf and was glad to see there were several joints left She set it on the table as she listened to Marge answer for her and Dennis.

"I'm not much of a beer person, but I'm sure Dennis would like one and he loves the way it goes right through me - so make it two."

Both Fred and Jack turned to look at Dennis with renewed interest. He was small and soft, almost pudgy, and sitting in the corner, trying to look around without making eye contact with anyone. Considering their other thoughts, beer going right through a person had taken on special significance to both guys and they looked at Dennis, wondering if it was possible that Dennis enjoyed some sort of pee play too. Then they simultaneously concluded that their imaginations were getting the best of them and started laughing again.

Dennis had seen the guys look his way after Marge's comment and when they began to laugh, he assumed they were laughing at him. He wasn't aware that the two were so stoned they'd laugh at a car wreck. He'd taken a seat off to one side, a recliner that happened to be Liz's reading chair. Liz didn't share Jack's interest in television and would often sit and read while Jack watched TV. So it was just Dennis's luck that when he picked up a magazine to look through, acting nonchalant and detached from the group, he'd picked up a copy of "PlayGirl". He'd given Marge a subscription to "PlayGirl" back when they'd been living together; she'd renewed it every year since, and he often looked at her women's magazines while visiting Marge. He was nervous being out amongst strangers and was trying to look as comfortable and natural as possible. It never occurred to him that it was one thing to read magazines like "PlayGirl" at Marge's house and entirely another to look so interested in one at someone else's house.

Jack and Fred were seated across from each other so Marge took a chair at the table between them that was nearest to Dennis and faced the kitchen. She noticed the two guys look at Dennis's choice of reading material and smirk at each other and felt compelled to defend Dennis. "You guys ought to try reading some of those magazines instead of just looking at the pictures. You might understand women a whole lot better if you did."

Jack was the quickest to comment without thinking. "As fast as he's flipping through those pages, I think he's more interested in the pictures than the stories." Then he started to laugh and of course, Fred did too.

Marge was used to getting the last word in any discussion. "That must be why Liz told me it's your favorite magazine. Do you prefer the pictures where the guy is soft or the ones where he's hard?"

The bright glow from a few minutes earlier returned to Jack's face and he wished he'd never opened his mouth. He did like to look at the pictures in Liz's magazines and they had a few times when they were in bed together. But he never picked one up on his own when she was around, not wanting to show too much interest in other men's cocks. He thought that was a secret between him and Liz and wondered if Liz had really told her about it or if she was just guessing. He fumbled for an answer; not liking either of the choices Marge had given him. Liz answered for him.

As she handed Dennis and Marge a beer, sat down her own beer and a black marker, she pulled out the fourth seat at the table across from Marge and told her, "I think he prefers the hard ones. At least that's the ones that have the pages stuck together."

Jack would have loved to shout, "Bull Shit!" But just the previous weekend, when Liz had been taunting him once again about sharing a man, she'd pulled out a couple of those magazines and began showing Jack the pictures of the guys cocks and commenting on the size and shape and speculating on how they'd feel or what they'd taste like. Jack hadn't been able to hide his excitement nor his embarrassment when she found two pages stuck together. While he'd tried fruitlessly to deny it, one night when she was gone shopping, he'd gotten cum on the magazine while jacking off looking at the pictures of hard cocks.

Dennis sat meekly, having put the magazine down as soon as he realized they'd been talking about him. He was now pretending to watch the TV that was still on, but was listening to the conversation, wondering if his understanding was correct. Marge had promised him a 'special' weekend and it was certainly shaping up to be one.

Both Jack and Fred had empty bottles in front of them, but Liz hadn't brought them a refill. Neither could get up to get another round without letting everyone see their aroused condition. Quickly, before Liz could take her seat, Jack asked her, "Are you going to get us one?" He wasn't all that thirsty, but it seemed like a great way to change the subject.

Liz had seen Jack rearrange the lump in his shorts and knew the real reason Jack didn't want to get up from the table. And Fred's condition was even worse. Fred's shorts were looser, made from a nylon mesh material and the tent in them was obscene. She told them, "Doesn't look to me like you two need any more. But if you want to pass out and miss all the fun, go ahead and get it." Then it was her turn to enjoy a laugh when both men quickly declined.

"Okay, here's the rules," Liz began, picking up the cards and passing them to Marge, who shuffled with a flourish, removing any doubt as to her previous experience as a dealer. All eyes were on Marge and her card handling tricks as they listened to Liz. "To begin with, we're gonna play a few hands just to be sure you guys didn't stack the cards or mark them or find some other way to cheat us. We're gonna split up the chips and play for maybe ... fifteen, thirty minutes.

"Then the real fun begins. We'll split up the chips again, but this time everyone will get approximately ten chips or so, depending on how many pieces of clothing they have on. The ante will be one chip or piece of clothing. We'll play five-card draw. IF you want to raise, it will cost you a piece of clothing. If you fold, all you loose is the ante. If you see the raise, you can use chips or clothing. Any questions so far?"

"Yeah," Jack said. "If we're playing strip poker, why fuck with a bunch of chips?"

"To begin with, it's only nine o'clock. If we don't play a few practice hands, this party could be over by ten. Besides, Marge and I need to catch up with you two. And second, are you wearing socks?

Jack appeared startled by the question. "No, why?"

She looked at Fred. "Can I assume you are?" Fred nodded, so she turned back to Jack, and explained, "And I think I can also assume that neither of you guys at the table is wearing a bra?" That got a vigorous headshake from both Fred and Jack. "So what I'm doing is balancing everything out so that everyone has a total of twenty. Count up the items of clothing you have on and if it's five, you get fifteen chips. If it's twelve, you get eight chips. If you want to count socks as one item, you'd get one more chip than Fred. But it looks to me that Fred isn't wearing underwear, so that might balance out."

Marge had knocked a chip on the floor and Fred had immediately picked it up for her, having to slide his chair back to do it, revealing the tent in his shorts. He'd hoped neither of the women had noticed, but it would seem he hadn't been that lucky. He was wearing underwear, but his erection was about to tear through them. "I have on underwear," he said lamely, and scooted his chair closer to the table, getting a laugh from everyone.

"Okay, let's do this. Just to make it easy for any dumb-ass to understand, the blue chips will be ante chips and the white chips will signify clothing. If you win a pot, you can keep one white chip and all the blue chips, but the extra white chips go back in the rack. I'll give everyone ten and ten. We'll play practice hands until someone is out of chips." Then she lit a joint, nodded to Marge to begin dealing, and as soon as the cards were dealt, passed her the joint, telling Jack, "You guys don't need any more right now. Everyone put one blue chip in the ante."

It took a couple of hands for the guys to get it straight. Jack made the first mistake when he tried to raise with a blue chip and had to be corrected. Both women play wildly, and Marge was out of chips in about twenty minutes.

"I think they're cheating," Marge said to Liz. "Do you have a deck they haven't marked?" When Jack protested that it was a brand new deck he'd bought just for the evening, Marge ignored him. Turning to the silent Dennis just behind her, she instructed, "Be a good baby and run home and get me that deck of cards in the top of my dresser. And bring me that black bag in the hall closet." Then she told the others, "It's a brand new deck and still in the wrapper. That way we know you guys aren't trying to pull something."

They all enjoyed another beer and a smoke and it was down to a roach by the time Dennis got back. Dennis handed the cards to Marge and Marge held them up for everyone to see she was unwrapping a new deck. She winked at Liz and told her, "This will keep them honest."

Liz smiled and nodded and winked back, then told them, "I didn't get to finish telling you the rules for this part of the game."

Jack looked across the table at Fred and saw his grin disappear too. "What new rules?" Fred asked her.

"These aren't 'new' rules. They're the rest of the rules if you want to play. The first rule is: If you want to play, you have to stay. No getting chicken shit and backing out - or going home," she added, looking at Fred and then Marge so Fred wouldn't think he'd been singled out. "You have to stay in the game, at the table, until everyone is naked and we decide the game is over. Once the game starts, you're not allowed to leave your seat - unless it's because of rule two."

Fred nodded. "Sounds fair," he said, approving the rule. "I haven't played this game since I was a kid, but it seems to me it was always the girls that wanted to quit."

"I'm not quitting and neither is anyone else. Agreed?" Liz asked and everyone nodded and voice approval. Just as Jack was about to ask another question, Liz cut him off. "I know what you're gonna ask. How do we stay and play when we're out of chips and clothing? That's what the red chips and this marker are for. That's gonna be rule two."

She took a whole stack of red chips out of the chip holder and then took one off the stack, put an 'L' on it with the marker, and held it up for everyone to see. "Let's call it the 'Red Chip Rule'. I'm going to make everyone five of these. After your blue and white chips are gone, you can continue to play with these and only these. If you win a pot, you can only win the red chips in the pot. Any blue or white ones go back in the rack. When your red chips are gone, the only way you can continue to play is to buy them back from whoever has them by performing a service of one minute per chip and it's up to the holder of your chip to decide what the service should be."

Even in their wasted condition, Jack and Fred could see where they might be 'servicing' the other, as well as the two women and having the women service them. They'd both managed to will their erections away and had gone to pee while Marge was gone. Those erections were returning quickly as they considered what might happen because of the 'red chip rule'. They looked at each other and grinned. Jack was the first to say, "I'm in." Fred told them, "Me too," Liz told Marge, "Deal," and the game was on.

For several hands, everything stayed fairly even and the white chips slowly diminished for everyone. Jack and Liz were the first to run out of white chips on the same hand and that added a little tension to the game. They now had the choice of raising or seeing a raise with a piece of clothing - or folding and not standing a chance. Over the next few hands, the ladies seemed to win a lot. By the time they were down to their bras and panties, both men were naked and getting nervous and VERY hard.

Several hands back, Marge had announced, "Just to keep things even," and had tossed in her blouse when she still had a couple of white chips in front of her. That had greatly contributed to the condition of the men's swollen cocks. Her bra was as thin and her nipples as big as Jack had reported.

There'd been a normal amount of teasing and sexy banter from the ladies when Fred had lost his underwear and Jack had gotten the same treatment when he lost his on the next hand. Poor Jack had been so sure he had the winning hand with a full house and had raised with his last piece of clothing. But Liz had four sixes and had told him with a grin, "Be careful standing up. You lift the table over with that thing."

While they were out of clothes and white chips, both guys had won a pot or two and had blue chips to stay in the game. But whenever one of the ladies would raise, no matter how good their cards, they'd have to fold since they couldn't see the raise. Soon, the ladies were down to their panties while the guys were playing with their small stacks of red chips and wondering what they'd gotten themselves into. And Fred was beginning to take a special interest in Dennis.

Dennis had been sitting back quietly, giving short answers and only when spoken to. He'd never tried to join in any of the conversations and continued to browse through Liz's stack of women's magazines. Because of the seating arrangement, Fred had a better view of Dennis, who was situated behind, and to the right side of Marge, and to Jack's left. Fred noticed that when he and Jack had lost their underwear, Dennis continued to act like he was looking at the magazines, but was instead looking at the guy's erections. Jack and Fred couldn't see each other's cocks because of the table, but Dennis was seated much lower and could see into Jack's lap as well as looking at Fred's cock under the table.

Fred decided to have a little fun, and when he was sure Dennis was watching, he spread his legs a little wider, dropped a hand in his lap to play with his cock, and then pushed it down, so it pointed right at Dennis. Dennis glanced up at Fred momentarily, put the 'Cosmo' to one side, and picked up one of the 'PlayGirl' magazines, opening it to the centerfold spread. Then he put a hand in his crotch and began to rub himself, sneaking another peek at Fred to be sure Fred had caught it.

Fred saw it and smiled; Marge saw it and didn't. Instead she scolded her boyfriend. "Denise! That is NOT the way my baby is supposed to behave!" Then she turned to Fred and told him, "And you quit teasing him. You'll both pay for that."

Jack looked back and forth between the two chastised guys, trying to figure out what was happening. Liz had seen Fred drop his hand and could figure it out. She spoke to Marge, reminding her, "You have two or three of his red chips and each is good for a minute of service. You don't have to wait until the end of the game to use them."

Marge looked at Liz and told her, "Good idea." Then she turned to Fred and picking up one of the red chips with an 'F' on it from her pile, handed it back to him, and told him, "For the next minute, I want you to stand next to Dennis with your hands behind your back."

Fred, as well as everyone else, knew he'd be standing there offering his stiff prick to Dennis, and while it was somewhat embarrassing to be the first to do anything overtly sexual, between the beer and the pot, it didn't bother him much. He moved as instructed and was standing proudly when Marge spoke to Dennis.

"You know what to do," she said to Dennis. "And if you make any fuss, I'll have him wash your mouth out with pee!"

At the mention of 'pee' and the threat to have Fred pee in Dennis's mouth, both Fred and Jack's minds returned to their thoughts of an hour or so earlier when Marge had made her remark about the cartoon. With two nearly naked women at the table, piss fantasies had faded from their minds, but with one word, they'd quickly returned.

Everyone watched as Dennis sat up in the recliner and then twisted to one side, engulfing Fred's cock in a single movement. He'd homed in and started sucking Fred with an expertise that can only come from practice. It gave all of them something to think about as they watched Dennis's skillful cocksucking.

He'd been hard for most of the last hour, so Fred's greatest concern was how he could keep from cumming. Dennis was using a lot of suction, as well as licking and flicking his tongue in all the right places. While Fred's mind had been mostly on the women, he was still well aware that those red chips might mean he'd be servicing Jack in a similar fashion before the night was over. If that happened, he hoped to be able to do half as good a job as Dennis was doing.

Jack was locked into both the cocksucking display right next to him and thoughts of Fred having to pee in Dennis's mouth. At that very moment, he had to admit to himself that he was incredibly jealous of Dennis. He'd never considered Fred as a possible partner, but with Liz's constant reminders, he often fantasized about sucking cock and drinking pee from a cock in his mouth. In the last few weeks, it had become almost an obsession. He'd admitted to Liz that he thought about it, but not how often.

Liz knew that and watched Jack, the glazed look in his eyes unmistakable to her. There'd been no rigid plan to the piss party idea that she and Marge had concocted, although they'd been working on it for some time. The idea had come up the first Saturday morning that Marge had come over for coffee and girl talk, while Jack was gone playing golf. Before the first cup was empty, they'd already gotten into a discussion of their sex lives. Liz told her all about her living arrangement and her open relationship where she was allowed outside sex partners and her need for lots of sex, acknowledging that gender was not an issue. Marge admitted to being bi and only half joking, volunteered to help. Then she told Liz how she'd gone from living with Dennis to marrying another man to being with Dennis again.

Marge had met Dennis while she was working as a secretary for a large advertising and marketing company. Dennis had been upfront and honest about his unusual habits and it had only made her love him more. They talked about having some sort of business together where they could work from home and enjoy each other more. Then Marge's boss had suggested that there would be a bonus for her if she were to, 'entertain', as he tactfully put it, a large, wealthy, and as she later learned, single client. She quickly discovered the man had a kinky side and it didn't bother her a bit. In fact, a lot of what the man thought was so kinky and unusual were things she and Dennis already enjoyed. Soon, the man was totally smitten by Marge and was showering her with gifts and talking marriage.

Marge and Dennis had come up with a plan. Marge accepted the guy's proposal - if he flew her to Vegas on his company jet that weekend before she backed out. He'd jumped at the chance and they were married before he ever thought about a prenuptial agreement of any sort. A year later they divorced and Marge's settlement was seven figures. She and Dennis now worked from her home as party planners, taking care of the needs of many of the upper-crust types she met while married. To her clients, Dennis was her gay assistant and they were unaware that she and Dennis were lovers and had been for years.

Marge had then offered Liz a tour of her recently remodeled home. She'd bought a moderately priced house and had it fixed up for the two of them. As the two women had continued their discussion in Marge's bedroom, having switched from coffee to wine, they discovered that some of Jack's fantasies were things that Dennis had been into for years. They'd speculated about getting the two men together, and of having several men for them all to enjoy. And that had led to Marge suggesting they turn one of Jack's poker night sessions into a strip poker party. Making it happen had been easier than either had expected.

When Jack had come in from the game two weeks earlier, he'd commented that it might be three weeks to the next game because two weeks would put it on the eve of a three day weekend and a couple of the guys were talking about going out of town, including Mick, who was scheduled to be the next host. Liz had seen it as the opportunity she'd been waiting for, and suggested Jack move his turn up one and host the next game on schedule, assuring him that there'd be plenty of guys that would show up. She knew damn well there wouldn't be, but that suited her purposes. Of the guys she felt certain would be there, Chuck was the one she felt most likely to fit in as an extra for the activities she and Marge were planning. Fred was a wild card, so to speak, but as they watched him enjoy the blowjob from Dennis, it was obvious that Fred fit right in.

Marge watched with pride. She and Dennis had been friends and lovers going back to high school. It had stunned the whole school when the cutest girl on the cheerleading squad had started dating the guy most of the students thought to be a fag. It wasn't just speculation. Dennis had been sucking cock since he was fourteen, loved to have a guy cum in his mouth, and had let Marge hide in his closet and watch numerous times. While she no longer had to hide in the closet, she still loved to observe a master practice his craft and watching Dennis in action had never failed to excite her. It would seem it had the same affect on the others. She too could tell that Jack's eyes were glazed with lust.

Putting a hand on his thigh to get his attention, Marge leaned toward Jack and asked softly, "Would you rather be the sucker or the suckee?"

Jack had to snap out of his trance and clear his throat before he could respond. Since he wasn't sure at the moment, which he'd prefer as long as he got to do one, he merely commented, "I've never seen a guy do a guy before."

"But he'd like to," Liz added.

Marge picked up a red chip with a 'J' on it and smiled at them both. "That can be arranged," she said slyly. Then she turned to Fred and Dennis and told them, "Time. Let's not end the evening too soon."

By the time Fred had walked around the table to get back to his seat, there was a six-inch string of precum hanging from the tip of his cock. Before he could sit down, Liz reached over and caught it on her finger and then carefully passed it to Jack. "Take a taste," she told him. "You can have more later."

With no hesitation at all, Jack stuck his tongue out and let Liz feed him the precum and even sucked the tip of her finger to get it all. He was embarrassed by his own actions, but too filled with lust to care.

Marge looked at Liz and told her, "I think they're ready to watch a movie, don't you?" When Liz agreed, Marge told Dennis, "Make yourself useful. Get a tape out of that black bag I had you bring and put it in their tape player. And if there's a remote control, bring it to me."

Both Jack and Fred were amazed at the willingness Dennis showed to obey any order from Marge. It was obvious that it wasn't fear that motivated him; he did it in an effort to please her.

While Dennis fumbled with the bag, got out a tape and then figured out the controls for the VHS player, the gang at the card table dealt another hand. Jack opened, Liz raised it, Fred folded, and Marge was left with a tough decision. She'd have to give up her panties to see the raise.

"I'm betting my panties," she told them. "And I think I'll give Jackie one of his red chips. Looks like he's getting low." Looking at Jack she said, "You get to take my panties off. I think you'll like what you find."

Jack knew Liz and Marge had enjoyed sex together. Liz's comment had been that Marge had an awesome pussy. Jack wasn't certain why it was so awesome, but he was more than willing to find out. First he glanced at Liz to see if she had any reaction and was given a nod and a smile. He dropped to his knees next to Marge's chair, thinking Marge would lift up enough for him to remove her panties. He got a surprise when she stood instead, and then realizing she short stature made it difficult for the others to see, she stood on her chair.

"Go for it," she told him, looking down at him. Just as he got the waistband of her panties down past her neatly trimmed bush, she let out one short burst of pee. Some of it wet the panties and the rest splattered on Jack. "Like that?" she asked.

Fred had seen the pee splatter on Jack and assumed that was what Marge was referring to. But Liz had been up close and personal with Marge's pussy and knew what it was that held her boyfriend mesmerized. Marge had a clit that was oversized like her nipples. Earlier Jack had indicated to Fred that Marge's nipples were the size of the last joint of his little finger. Using that same analogy, Marge had a clit the size of the last joint of Jack's thumb. Marge's panties never made it past mid-thigh. Jack's eyes, and then his lips and tongue were drawn to the nub protruding from Marge's labia.

Liz was content to let the two enjoy themselves. Jack was totally unaware of time and Marge certainly wasn't going to tell him to stop. It was Fred, who after a few minutes had gone by, asked, "I thought those red chips were only good for one minute?"

With that as a reminder, Jack pulled away from Marge and smiled up at her. Then he turned to Liz, his face still wet with Marge's piss and pussy juice, and told her, "You're right. That's an awesome pussy!" Still grinning, he helped her step out of the panties while still standing on the chair and then told her, "Show Fred." Then while she was showing off her clit to Fred, he used her panties to wipe his face, and then helped her to step down before he sat down, keeping the panties in his hand.

As the game resumed, Fred was in the best position to see the TV set and was the first to notice the videotape that Dennis had started. "Oh shit!" he said, startled by what he saw.

"Actually, they don't ever shit," Marge told them; laughing as she raked in the pot she'd won. "But they damn sure piss a lot."

One glance from the rest of the people at the table was all it took for them to confirm that. On the screen, there were three naked men. One was on his knees in front of the other two, holding their cocks, and aiming their streams of piss into his open mouth. A close-up showed that he was attempting to swallow their pee but couldn't keep up.

Liz watched briefly and then turned to watch Jack watch the movie, noting his eyes had that glazed look again. "Is that what you said you'd like to try sweetie?" she asked him in a soft voice.

Jack's eyes never left the TV and, forgetting everyone else had heard Liz ask, nodded his head in the affirmative.

"Jackie, I suppose you could earn your red chips back by drinking pee," Marge suggested.

Jack continued to nod and stare at the TV screen. It would appear that the action was taking place in a locker room and the guy that had been peed on now had one cock in his mouth and the other up his ass.

"Well I need to pee, but I don't have any of Jack's red chips," Liz commented. Holding up the lone red chip in her stack, the capitol 'F' visible to them all, she said, "Looks like this is Fred's. Ready to taste my piss Freddie boy?"

Fred tried to be cool, but his eagerness was obvious. "I guess so. Can we do it here or where?"

"I know just the thing," Liz said, jumping up and making her tits jiggle and getting Fred's full attention.

Now that everyone was being blatantly sexual, Fred felt he no longer needed to hide his fascination with the breasts of his best friend's girl. He thought Marge's big-nippled tits were sexy. But in his opinion, Liz was the complete package. He felt free to overtly stare at those luscious jugs.

In a moment, Liz was back with a large piece of plastic that she spread in the space remaining in front of the TV. "Over hear Freddie-kins," she told him, crooking a finger at him.

With Liz walking back and forth in front of the TV, Jack finally noticed something was going on and it involved Liz and Fred. Behind them on the screen, the scene now involved two women. One was sitting on a toilet and the other was standing over her, peeing on her tits and down on her bush. Jack saw Liz nod in the direction of the TV and tell Fred, "We've done that."

Marge leaned over toward Jack and asked, "Is she talking about you and her or her and me?"

Jack had assumed that Liz's remark was about the pee play that she and Jack had been into lately. It had never occurred to him that the sex Liz had with Marge might have included the same thing. That thought pretty much did Jack in for the moment. Between the beer, pot, and the sensory overload of the last few minutes, Jack was as close to being a zombie as he'd ever be. His handicapped brain was trying to process way too much information and simply shut down in self-defense.

Marge heard Fred ask Liz if she intended to take her panties off and Liz answer that she intended to wet them. That reminded her that Jack still had her panties, but it didn't bother her if he wanted a sexy souvenir. She took Jack's jaw in one hand and turned his head back toward the other two, telling him, "Watch. I think your friend likes drinking pee as much as you do."

Fred was laying flat on his back on the plastic in front of the TV. Liz was in exactly the same position as the couple that was now on the TV, were a woman was kneeling over a man's face and peeing in his mouth. The only difference being that Liz still had her panties on and the woman on the TV was naked. Fred's feet were towards the table, almost touching the back of Liz's empty chair, and his head was toward the TV, so that Liz was kneeling eye level with the screen and facing it. When the woman on TV lowered her pussy so that the man could lick it, Liz did the same, rubbing her panty crotch on Fred's face as she finished peeing and then settled gently, directly over his mouth.

The two at the table could tell Fred was enjoying himself by the way his cock was twitching in the air, like it was going to explode, and the continuous drool of precum from the end.

Marge spoke softly to Jack, telling him, "That poor boy needs help." She took the red chip that Liz had put in front of Fred and moved it in front of Jack. "Now get over there and suck that cock. And don't swallow. I want to see it in your mouth when you sit back down."

Jack looked back at her in sort of a daze, then broke into a smile as her command registered. He'd completely missed her moving a chip from one pile to the other, but the part about sucking cock he got after a moment. In his zombie like trance, Jack sort of walked and then crawled to a place beside Fred's legs and then spread them so he could lay down between them, like Liz often did when she blew him. Then he pointed Fred's cock straight up toward the ceiling so that the precum became an angled ribbon of man juice that ran from the slit of Fred's cock head to a small puddle near his navel.

Jack began there, breaking the string with the tip of his tongue and then licking up the puddle. He continued to hold the base of Fred's cock, and by the time Fred's belly was licked clean, there was precum running down Fred's shaft to Jack's hand. After licking up that rivulet, Jack licked the tip of Fred's cock a few times and then slid as much in his mouth as he could. When the gag reflex stopped him, he slid his lips back to their starting position, licked the sensitive underside of Fred's prick, and then began the sucking motion again. Soon he had a rhythm going and his head was bobbing in a steady motion.

Jack's lack of experience was more than compensated by Fred's extremely aroused condition and much sooner that Jack would have expected, he felt his mouth fill with Fred's long withheld discharge. Jack's head continued to bob another time or two before he realized what was happening, then stopped to let Fred finish ejaculating. He would have swallowed automatically, forgetting Marge's instruction, but the taste of cum, pure and fresh from the source instead of second hand from Liz's pussy, was new to him and he kept it in his mouth to savor, long enough for Marge to remind him he was supposed to return to the table with his mouth full of cum.

Nearing an orgasm herself, Liz had been oblivious to the goings on behind her back. She knew the guys teased Fred about being such a bad pussy eater that his wife had turned lesbian. She saw nothing at all wrong with his oral skills and was sure that if he could do that good with her panty crotch in the way, he ought to be superb if he had a bare pussy to work with. She wondered if it was the peed in panties that made him lick and suck so ardently and intended to give Fred another chance at her later with her panties off to compare. When she heard Fred's muffled grunts, she assumed it was because she was riding his face too hard, and lifted up slightly. But then when she heard Marge's reminder to Jack, telling him not to swallow the cum, she knew she'd missed her boyfriend's cocksucking debut.

She looked behind her in time to see Jack give Fred's cock a parting kiss and thought the gesture significant. She often did that herself when she was sucking Jack and stopped momentarily for some reason. It was her way of telling Jack's cock she loved it and would be right back. Whether he'd admit it or not, Liz was confident Jack was thinking the same thing about Fred's softening prick, giving it a quick kiss as a promise of more later. She would have preferred to watch the whole thing, but was happy in the knowledge that Jack was now a full-fledged cocksucker and together, they could move on to more things.

She also knew that she'd gone way over her minute and that her bladder had been empty for some time. Lifting up off Fred's face and swinging her leg so that she no longer straddled him, she leaned down close to his sloppy wet face and licked his cheek. Then she told him, "You're DAMN good Freddie boy. How was Jack?"

Fred had been lost in his own little dream world from the moment Liz began to pee. Most of Fred's piss fantasies had centered on men and doing the things with a man that he'd done with his teenage pal Billy. But he'd also had similar fantasies involving a woman. Unfortunately, the few women he'd mentioned it to had turned him down cold, even calling him a pervert, so he'd come to the conclusion that piss play was something only men enjoyed. As a result, drinking Liz's piss had been an extraordinary thrill. When someone had started playing with his cock and then sucking it, he'd assumed it was Dennis, finishing what he'd started. Discovering it was Jack gave him a new shudder of excitement.

As they all returned to their seats, Marge told Fred, "That blowjob cost you a chip." Then she told Jack, "Let's see."

Jack showed her and everyone else, including Dennis, that he still had a big wad of cum on his tongue, and then he swallowed and smiled.

"It was worth the whole stack," Fred told them, looking directly at Jack so that his friend understood how much it had meant to him. Their eyes locked for a moment and each understood that their lives had changed.

The card game continued; if only to keep the randy participants from using each other up too quickly. Neither of the guys noticed the decreasing number of chips on the table as the two women managed to get rid of a few every time the guys were paying attention to the action on the TV. They were quickly down to just red chips and Marge, who a short time earlier had more chips than the other three combined, suddenly found herself with none.

"Who's got all my chips?" she asked, as if she didn't know. The deck of cards she'd accused the guys of marking wasn't marked and the deck she'd sent Dennis after was. Between the marked deck of cards, and the signals she'd worked out with Liz beforehand, the guys had never had a chance. The women were naked only because they wanted to be and throwing away their red chips so they could earn them back. In fact, all four of them were folding had good hands and raising, or seeing a raise, without so much as a pair. The ladies suspected as much of each other, but the guys were more fucked up and didn't realize they were both doing the same thing. Fred was trying desperately to give his chips to Jack so that he could earn them back by returning the favor of a blowjob and Jack was trying to send his chips in Fred's direction so that he could suck him off again.

When the porno tape on TV finally ended, Fred, who had watched most of it, asked Marge, "Where did you get that tape? That was incredible. I'd love to have a copy of it."

"Just so happens Milt had a few copies made for me. He'd sneak tapes and films like that into the country and then have several copies made. I'm not sure what the laws are, but he said those kind of tapes, where people pee on each other, are illegal in this country."

None of them could refute or confirm what Marge had said, so Fred asked, "Milt was your ex?"

She nodded. "Milton Jacob Gustafson, III."

"Wow," Fred responded. Looking at Jack, he said, "That's the same guy that owned the ball club in Chicago."

"Yeah I know," Jack told him. "He bought it for something like a hundred million and sold it two years later for more than twice that. Then he told the press, with this sad look on his face that he'd lost money." Then he asked Marge, who was smiling and nodding to confirm what he'd been saying, "You mean he was into all this stuff?"

"Big time," Marge told him. "He'd been looking for years for a woman that would pee on him. I'd been doing it with Dennis since high school so it was no big thing to me. But he was so damn happy; he started buying me all kinds of jewelry and opened no limit accounts at fancy clothing stores. And peeing was just part of it." Looking past them to where Dennis was standing by the TV, rewinding the first tape, she said, "Denise, run the other tape."

It was the second time Marge had referred to Dennis as 'Denise'. Jack had caught it each time, dismissing the first as a slip of the tongue - but not the second. It was too much coincidence to a man that had flirted with femininity on a few occasions.

Fred had also heard the feminine name used and assumed it was Marge's way of talking to the subservient and feminine looking male. He might have asked about it, but Dennis already had the second tape playing and their attention turned to the TV.

It was obviously a homemade movie as the sound and picture quality were lacking. It began with the camera apparently on a tripod and from a distance on a baby's playpen. There were two babies playing in the playpen and it wasn't until Marge entered the scene and stood next to the playpen that you realized the size of the playpen and it's occupants. All Marge had on was a garter belt, hose, and a smile. When she took her breasts in hand and asked which of the babies were ready for their feeding, both of the grown men, dressed as babies, responded enthusiastically.

Then the camera angle was reset so that there was a close-up from behind the babies heads as both men sucked on Marge's nipples at the same time.

The audience had been quiet to that point, but seeing the two men go after Marge's tits caused Jack to remark, "No wonder your nipples are so big. It's from letting babies that size suck on them."

"Would you like for me to baby you Jackie?"

Thinking she meant having him suck her nipples, Jack quipped, "Sure! You can baby me any time."

"In that case, I'll take both of these," she said, taking her two red chips from the four in front of Jack. Then she told Dennis, "Denise, get your bag." and to Jack she said, "Let's go in your bedroom. This might take a while."

After getting a nod of approval from Liz, Jack led the way to the bedroom and flopped down in the middle of the bed. Marge sprawled across his chest at an angle so that she could offer him a tit to suckle. He heard Marge tell Dennis to, 'Go ahead and get him changed while I feed him," but with a nipple in one hand and the other in his mouth, he could care less what Dennis did. With Dennis's hands and mouth began moving all over his cock and ass, all Jack cared about was that he didn't stop. The crinkle of plastic and Dennis pushing and pulling and lifting his ass were immaterial to Jack as long as Dennis kept his mouth on Jack's cock. It wasn't until Dennis was taping the diaper and pad in place that Jack finally caught on.

When Jack began to protest, Marge shushed him. "Hush. You said you wanted me to baby you and I am."

"Let her," Liz said from the bedroom doorway where she'd been watching. "We want you to wear the diaper and wet it. I know you'll love it."

Jack looked from Liz to Marge and back again. They were both smiling and nodding encouragement. Then Jack had to laugh at himself. Just a few minutes ago he'd sucked off his buddy and even made a show of it by exhibiting his cum coated tongue for all of them to see. Being put in a diaper seemed mild by comparison and the thought of wetting it on purpose seemed like a great idea. He tried to do it laying down and couldn't get it started. So he stood, put his hands on his hips, and the hissing sound as he peed in the diaper could be heard by all of them.

Liz moved in closer, gave Jack a kiss, and ran a hand down the front of the diaper. "I really hope you like this. Marge got me to try it and it was great. And she's been telling me all about the fun she has with Denise and I'd like to try all that with you. We'd like you to play with us for the rest of the weekend."

Jack smiled back at her, his usual reaction when she had his cock in her hand. "Okay, I wet it. So now what?"

Before either of the women could answer, Dennis suddenly spoke up on his own for the first time all evening. "You keep it on and wet it some more," he said with a huge grin. "The idea is to see how wet you can get. I've been peeing in mine all night."

Jack looked at Dennis with a new sense of fondness he couldn't explain. "You're wearing a diaper too?" he asked to be sure.

Before Dennis could respond, Marge told him, "Sweetie, I think it's time for you to loose the shirt and slacks."

As the others stood silently watching, Dennis did as he was told and soon stood before them in the same little girl baby clothes they'd seen in the tape they'd been watching. With his arms and legs bare, he didn't look nearly so pudgy.

"That was you?" Jack asked, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to indicate the tape still playing on the TV.

"If you mean on the tape," Marge said, knowing full well he did, "Those were my sissy babies, 'Denise' and 'Millicent'. Milt loved for me to call him 'Millicent' when I babied him.

Jack stared at 'Denise', studying the short dress and ruffled bloomers that covered his diaper and wondered if he could learn to enjoy it as much as Dennis. He wasn't sure he'd like being referred to as a 'sissy baby', but the outfit looked cute. They'd all but forgotten about Fred until he came looking for them.

He was about to tell Jack he was missing a helluva good tape about guys in diapers pissing and playing with each other, when he was stunned into silence to see Jack in diapers like the guys on the tape. Jack was way ahead of him. "Oh shit! You're wearing a diaper," he said, putting words to the obvious.

Jack felt a brief moment of embarrassment to be seen in a diaper, but it quickly passed and he told Fred, "Yeah, and I'm pissing in it too."

"How come?"

"Well, according to the people that know," Jack told his friend. "The idea is to dress like a sissy and see how wet you can get. Got any other plans for the weekend?"

Fred stared at him for a minute, then looked into the faces of the other three to see if anyone was going to offer further explanation. When none was forthcoming, he told them, pointing at Jack's diaper, "I'm betting all my red chips I can win that contest. I think I can get wetter that all of y'all. Got any more of those things?"

A very excited 'Denise' took his hand and led him to the bed, telling Marge over his shoulder, "I think I'm gonna like playing with Jackie and Freddie."

The women smiled at him in response. So did his two new sissy friends, 'Jackie' and 'Freddie'. They both had a lot of questions they wanted to ask, but they had all weekend for that. Freddie's first priority was getting into a diaper so he could start wetting. And Jackie would have loved to stay and watch his friend get diapered, but he wanted to take advantage of his small lead in the "How Wet Can You Get" contest. He went to get another beer.

To be continued. Comments appreciated. amber_fountaine@hotmail.com