One Fateful Evening

Pippa's Story. (Part One.)
One Fateful Evening…

It all began as a bit of a joke really.

We'd all been out clubbing in some really raunchy night-spots and were still high on both the atmosphere and the two Love-doves that we'd swallowed a few hours before.

As the night wore on and, as morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful head, the group began to dwindle, until only three of us were left.

The three that were left were my husband Phil, my best mate Lisa and, of course, me.

My name is Helen, and what follows is a story that we three will never forget.

Lisa lived far away so, we invited her to stay at our place. She readily agreed, but pointed out that none of us could sleep yet, even though it was already nearly 9 AM!

"Why don't we play some cards?" Lisa suggested, a twinkle appearing in her eyes.

We agreed and, we were soon lying around the living room floor. The sounds of the Trance music in the background sounded sexy and rhythmic.

I knew Lisa well and, I was wondering what she had planned!

"Do you feel lucky tonight?" Lisa joked. "Why don't we make it interesting? You're not shy people are you? Neither am I so, let's play for our clothing!"

My husband Phil and I like a challenge and, we still felt horny from the dove.

We nodded to each other and Phil said:

"Okay."

He added slyly:

"But, let's make it really interesting. Unless you're scared of a bit of a real gamble!"

"Whoever loses must agree to do a forfeit, of the other two's choice. No backing out and, anything goes."

Lisa didn't bat an eyelid. She just smiled and nodded her assent. Phil looked at me. I was a little nervous but nodded too.

Phil really thought it was going his way to begin with. He'd not lost a hand and, both Lisa and I were in our undies already.

"I'm going to really enjoy being your Master when you lose." Phil said to Lisa cockily, obviously feeling very sure of himself.

"You have to win first." Replied Lisa, looking equally confident.

As she said it, Phil's luck seemed to turn. He lost continuously, until he was only wearing his boxer shorts.

The next two hands saw Lisa and I both topless, and now it really was 'Game-on'. The last hand was nerve wracking, but to his amazement, Phil lost!

"Off, off, off…" She chanted.

I found myself joining in, egging him to lose them.

"Okay, Okay, here they come!"

Smiling, Phil dropped his shorts to the floor. He was semi-
erect and, obviously thinking he had it made, either way.

"Go and get us some more drinks." Ordered Lisa. "And don't come back for 10 minutes. Helen and I need to discuss your forfeit!"

Phil left for the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

"Helen, what I am about to suggest may sound a little strange to you but hear me out I think I know a way to put a little dent in all that ego."

Lisa smiled knowingly.

"Have you ever wanted to be served on, hand and foot? By a French-maid, complete with tarty little uniform, sexy undies, the lot?"

I was a little taken aback but I did find the idea amusing.

"You want to make Phil into a French-maid?"

I giggled. I could almost picture his face when we told him what he had to do!

"Let's do it!" I cried.

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