Every Friday night for the last two years we had all gotten together for a few drinks and some laughs. You know, friend stuff; cards or darts or dominoes. Cindy and Billy had been married for five years. Kerri and I for seven. I don’t remember exactly how it got started, but one night the girls challenged Billy and I to a game of strip poker. I still remember how my cock was throbbing as the girls laid down the rules. The...