Husband Became My Film Director Ch. 07

My Husband Became My Film Director.

Part 7.

Eric unlocked the door and invited his two friends in. Patrick stood about 5'7" with red hair and a well-trimmed beard to match. I sensed his 135-pound physique was chiseled under his loose-fitting clothes.

Lisa was tiny but her exuberant personality filled the room. She had olive colored skin, jet black hair, was about 5 ft tall and weighed barely 100 pounds.

Seeing Eric wearing only his low-cut briefs didn't seem to faze either of them but when Lisa noticed Jill and Mike were playing cards, her eyes lit up!

"You guys are playing 'My Poker Bitch' aren't you!", she exclaimed, then turned her attention to me. She walked right over and lifted up my sundress with an audacity I had never experienced. I just stood there, practically catatonic!

Realizing Eric and I were both down to just one article of clothing, Lisa asked. "Can we stay while you guys' finish playing? I love watching this game!" she announced.

"The idea of being so exposed and vulnerable in public is so erotic! Don't you think?'" she asked, hoping she and Patrick would be invited to stay, while leaving me in desperate need of some emotional support.

I looked towards my husband, but he was now in full observer mode. I knew he loved seeing me naked in front of others and his sheepish grin told me I was on my own as Jill remained uncharacteristically silent.

Surprise. Surprise! Once again, the decision was left up to me.

My pussy was already wet with unwanted stimulation, so I became petrified my arousal might be noticed once I was instructed to remove my sundress. Worse yet I was thinking, "What if I had an untimely orgasm?"

I could only imagine the shame and humiliation that would accompany such an occurrence, still I caved in to the pressure of their hopeful expressions and quietly uttered the words, "Sure, we can continue the game", knowing the script called for me to be the only one naked after losing my dress.

Eric would at least get to retain what little cover his snug bikini briefs provided. The bravado I had shown earlier as we stripped off our clothes vanished now that we had two additional spectators.

I was a poker hand away from losing my dress and standing totally naked in front of the small audience, at our so-called dress rehearsal. At stake was nothing less than my dignity.

With my anxiety level at an all-time high, I heard the sound of shuffling cards. My heart was pounding as Jill started dealing out the next and final hand of cards.

Lisa and Patrick had no idea the outcome of the game was pre-determined and that we were rehearsing what might be a scene for a video.

I watched Jill tilt her head back, closed her eyes and drop her cards face up on the table, indicating she had lost the final hand.

Seconds later I heard her say, "Tina, honey. I'm sorry but I'll need that dress".

With great trepidation, I pulled my dress over my head and dropped it on the floor near my bra and panties. I felt utterly exposed as everyone was staring at me, while Mike was already busy recording the event on his cell phone.

I was under this crushing weight of emotional torment, when I heard Lisa say, "Someone needs to buy the loser's bitch a drink. She looks like she could use one".

Jill got up, walked behind the bar and asked, "Fireball shot?"

I just nodded as she said, "I'll make it a double" then put the glass on the bar before me. I drank it right down then put the empty glass back on the bar, indicating I needed another one.

Jill poured another shot then whispered in a reassuring tone as she placed it before me, "Tina relax honey, everyone here has been on the losing end of some strip game or something before. It's the excitement we all enjoy. No one really cares who ends up naked or for how long. Just take it easy and slowly acclimate yourself".

Everyone stepped up to the bar for a celebratory drink as I sipped my second fireball double shot. I didn't feel like I had anything to celebrate and because I wasn't a heavy drinker, I didn't want to embarrass myself. My public nakedness was humiliation enough.

There was an unspoken understanding between the four of us that the video had to appear spontaneous for the viewers, so we skipped over rehearsing the pubic hair removal segment of the script.

I stared at my empty glass, almost oblivious of my surroundings when my emotions took off on a roller coaster. Shame! Arousal! Humiliation! Empowerment! I was totally naked and had no idea how I should feel!

Lisa snapped me out of my stupor when she looked at me and asked, "Tina, what's your time limit?"

"Time limit?", I asked.

"Everyone knows when you play 'My Poker Bitch', the loser's bitch has to stay naked for a specified amount of time. What's yours?" she inquired.

Jill stepped in and said, "Thirty minutes, Lisa".

"Thirty minutes! That's all?", Lisa barked, apparently disappointed. "The last time I lost a strip game here, I had to stay naked for over two hours".

"Thirty minutes, Lisa", Jill affirmed, as she winked at me.

Lisa turned her attention to Eric, who was talking with Patrick, now both seated at one of the tables. It was apparent the two knew each other more intimately than just being an art studio co-owner and one of his life models.

Lisa joined them at the table, and she and Patrick started talking to Eric about filling in for a life modeling class, the original reason for their ill-timed interruption.

Jill sent Mike a text message so no one would hear her suggestion. "Why don't we ask Patrick to play your role next week, so you'll be free to operate the camera?"

"What do you think honey?" Mike asked as he showed me the text message. I knew he preferred to be behind the camera and seeing his wife naked in public was his ultimate fantasy, but I was not ready to commit.

Neither seemed to consider the fact that I had not yet agreed to make the video. "This was supposed to be a dress rehearsal people! Now I am standing here, totally naked, not just in the presence of our little group but in front of two total strangers!" I was thinking to myself.

Knowing I had twenty-five more minutes of public nudity remaining, I just shrugged my shoulders and started wandering around the club, acclimating myself to my new set of circumstances as Jill had suggested.

As I looked towards the bar from the stairway, I was amazed. Eric, Lisa and Pat were talking at the table while Jill and my husband were engaged in a conversation, no doubt about the video.

Jill was right! No one even seemed to care that I was naked. I found myself somewhat miffed that no one was paying any attention to me, so I walked over to the table where the two gay men were talking with Lisa, whose sexual orientation was still unknown to me.

Just as I reached their table, Lisa looked straight at pussy, immediately noticed my fresh crop of pubic hair stubble and said, "I see someone needs a haircut" as she chuckled while looking at Eric and Pat. I was mortified!

The horror in my expression had to be inescapable, yet she continued. "Tina, you should let Eric handle that part of your personal grooming routine, sweety. He keeps me silky smooth" as she gave me provocative stare.

Since I was the one who had voluntarily surrendered every ounce of modesty and decency, I started feeling so ashamed of myself that I turned to walk away. That's when I noticed Eric was quietly smiling and not saying a word.

"What he knew about these two women must eclipse me just walking around naked", I realized, so I continued strolling around the pub a little more confident.

I was jokingly wondering if Eric had some sort of a side business going on. He had shaved the vaginas of all three women in attendance. I had been feeling both anxious and stimulated up to that point when suddenly my anxiety diminished, leaving only my sexual arousal.

I had been naked for less than fifteen minutes when the idea of being surrounded by an additional eight or so fully clothed individuals started to appeal to me.

The big question in my mind was the pubic hair removal segment of the video. I couldn't even fathom the level of humiliation that would accompany such an ordeal.

The idea was so foreboding yet I knew that if I passed up this opportunity, I would regret it. I stepped up to the bar and said to my husband, "I guess it would be alright if Pat fills in for you, honey".

My husband struggled to conceal his elation as Jill came from behind the bar and said, "Well, let's see what they have to say". She then began to tell Patrick and Lisa of our plan to make a video. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as she explained it in detail.

When Jill finished explaining her vision for the video, Patrick heartily agreed to play a game of 'My Poker Bitch' against her, obviously thrilled to know Eric would be his surrogate.

Lisa's response was totally unforeseen but shouldn't have been.

"Eric!".... "Jill!".... "Why didn't you tell me your friends were so much fun?" she exuberantly asked, before turning towards me to ogle my naked body.

Lisa then looked directly at my pussy and said, "Oh, so that's why you haven't shaved for a bit, huh Tina", once again, totally mortified!

"What do I get to do?" she asked, now looking at Jill. I became terrified Jill may offer her the part of the other poker player, making me Lisa's bitch.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Jill replied, "Lisa, you can tend the bar while I'm playing the game".

Lisa seemed disappointed but was determined not to be sidelined. "Can I be the one to suggest you wager Tina's pubic hair for the last hand?" she asked, practically begging Jill, who nodded in frustrated agreement.

Mike was ecstatic! He immediately put on his imaginary director's hat and said, "Places everyone", laughing out loud and admitting, "I've always wanted to say that!"

Jill and Pat sat at the table; Eric and I stood in our original spots and Lisa headed behind the bar.

Mike said, "We'll take it from where Jill loses what everyone expects to be the last hand", indicating for me to put my dress back on. Once we were all in our positions, he said, "Action!", again confessing he had always wanted to say that.

Jill shuffled the deck, then dealt the next hand. She and Pat looked at their cards, as Mike walked around recording the scene. He turned his cell phone camera towards Eric, zoomed in on his tiny briefs, then paused it.

Mike was so serious when he said, "Jill, why don't you pick out a winning hand for Pat and a losing hand for yourself, so I can zoom in from behind. It'll give the viewers a glimpse of what the outcome might be".

I had never seen my husband so animated! I was so happy for him even if it was at the expense of my virtue.

Jill picked out three of a kind for herself and a full house for Patrick. When they spread their cards out on the table, Jill looked at me and said, "I'm sorry Tina, but I'll need that dress".

I played the helpless little bitch, as I reluctantly removed my dress and dropped it on the floor near my bra and panties for a second time that evening. I pouted as I stood there totally nude, asking, "How long do I have to stay naked?" with an emotion that was truly authentic.

"Until the bar closes" was Jill's casual reply.

"What? That's over two hours from now!" I argued with a demeanor that did not have to be fabricated.

"I'm sorry Tina, but I can't win your clothes back because you have nothing left to wager", Jill said in a totally believable tone.

"Why not bet her pubic hair?" Lisa suggested from behind the bar, obviously thrilled to be part of our little production.

I turned towards her and snapped, "Lisa! Are you crazy? What if she loses again? I am not going to shave my pussy in front of all these people!" I insisted.

"Tina....... You have it all wrong" Lisa replied, in a subdued tone.

"I do?", I asked.

"Of course you do, sweetheart. You wouldn't have to shave off your own pubic hair", she replied.

"Eric would be the one shaving your pubes since he's the winning bitch", she said, with a sinister grin.

"Cut!" Mike yelled out. "That was awesome you guys! Let's take a break", as he let out a huge sigh, sat at a different table, put in his ear bud and started to review the footage.

The sheer intensity of the creative process made me so exuberant, I gave Lisa a high-five across the bar with my right hand and Jill one with my left, giving Eric and Patrick a full-frontal view of my naked physique, unconcerned or unaware of my nudity.

I immediately noticed that we all had the same expressions of achievement on our faces, so I asked Jill, "Should we ask the director if he wants a drink too?"

Jill joined Lisa behind the bar and set up 6 shots of Fireballs for our little celebration. Standing naked at the bar between two gay men, while my husband was preoccupied but still right behind me, I could not have felt more relaxed or safe.

Mike stood up, took out his ear bud and called across the room, "Eric, how long would it take you to run up to your apartment and back?"

Everyone was caught off guard by the question, but Eric already knew the answer. "One minute and twenty-seven seconds without appearing winded when I get back" he replied with absolute certainty.

Mike simply nodded as he was put his earbud back in and mumbled, "Good", then went back to his chair and focused on the recording on his phone.

The rest of us, feeling like we were ready for Hollywood, Broadway or at least our local LGBT pub, downed our shots, as I wondered what my husband was up to.