Monday night, part of the extended weekend for some of us like my wife Sue and me. One of the main reasons we love our gated community is this community room. It’s big, yet private with several alcoves or rooms with some dedicated for game play. The billiard room is a favorite. It’s quiet despite missing a door. Restricted to residents and visitors, it’s hardly used and available for Sue to practice her brand of exhibitionism.

Despite living here for just four years, we knew most of the residents and Sue loved the risk of accidental exposure. We played pool every week for clothes. She almost always beat me until I was naked, but that didn’t thrill her. Losing enough for her to play half naked and hoping someone she knew would walk in on us was her rush. Then, of course, she’d be embarrassed and run off to preserve her modesty.

Tonight, we found a young stranger playing pool alone. We simply nodded to each other and took seats near the open arch. The attraction was instant and magnetic. He met her requirements for a potential lover. I could tell by the change to her flirty body language and the seductive looks and postures she offered.

His tight shirt showed off his buff build, while his tight jeans clung to the shaped muscles in his skinny legs and the thick bulge between them. Sue loved his deep blue eyes and blond hair. His squared jaw and chiseled face were another plus. Not knowing us, he held back, though I saw his interest in my pretty and sexy wife skyrocket. We watched him play a while, noting his skill, before Sue spoke up.

“Wow. Great shot. You’re really good at this. I’m Sue and this is Stu.” I noticed she didn’t say I was her husband. “I guess you are just visiting?”

“Hi. I’m Ted. Yes. My parents are the Browns. I’m here for the week, but I don’t know anyone.” He briefly shook my hand, then scanned Sue as he held and shook her hard enough to make her lemon-sized tits bounce in her snug T-shirt. He stared and Sue knew he wanted her. “I’m pretty good at this. You fancy a game?”

Sue quickly agreed. “I’m pretty good at his too. Rack em. We know your parents well and often ‘play’ with them.” She left the kind of ‘play’ vague. He smiled with arrogant confidence until he saw Sue take a custom stick out of our leather case and assemble it with ease. He held his tongue. They rolled for first shot and he won. His break sank two balls, then he sank two more before missing a shot. “Not bad, ‘Fats’, Sue teased.”

As she proceeded to run the table, she picked shots that put her between the table and us. As she leaned far over and let a leg swing out for balance, her already short shorts climbed up her shapely firm ass and nearly exposed her pussy. This wasn’t lost to either of us. I saw Ted lick his lips as his imagination carried him away. There was no sign of panties and Ted nudged me, then whispered, “Is she commando? I like the looks of that tempting ass. Did you notice any camel toe before? Those legs are so fit and tight; I know exactly where I want to put them.”

That seemed pretty bold to express all that to a stranger. I said, “She jogs daily and jumps rope to keep her abs tight too. Hey Sue, Ted says he loves your jogger legs and knows where you should put them. I’m guessing for the best balance around the pool table.” He coughed; she blushed in silence. We all knew what he truly meant. She lined up a shot facing us. I saw her bright blue eyes shift from the ball to Ted and back. She sank the final eight-ball.

“Congrats, Sue. Luck beats skill every time.” That kind of taunt always gets a rise from her.

“Luck my ass. That was all skill. You want to make the next games interesting?” Leaving the choice of how interesting was a good tactic.

“I was holding back, Sue. My normal play will beat the pants off you.” he took a long glance at her shorts.

“Really. So you want to play for clothes? I’ll take that bet. We play until we’re both naked, then free call for other games. If we scratch the eight-ball, we win double clothes or dares. Agreed?”

“I–i-i wasn’t going there, but if that’s your choice, who am I to refute a beautiful naked woman. We don’t need to ask your friend, do we? Winner picks the clothes, pants (British underwear) must be last to go.”

“Stu is my husband. We have an open marriage and can play with anyone. Usually, the other is there to watch out for us.”

“That’s very open minded, Stu. I didn’t realize old folks still did that.”

We both shouted, “HEY. We’re both twenty-six and barely older than you.”

“OK, grandma. I’ll rack them since you won last.” Lucky for him, he smiled when he said that. Nonetheless, Sue’s ire was up. She broke and sank four balls before running the table prior to Ted getting his first shot.

“How’s that for a grandma? I’ll have your shirt.” Ted scrunched his lips, pulled off his shirt and bowed as he handed it over. His muscles had muscles. “Rack em, Ted.” Sue broke and sank two. She missed the next shot. Ted ran the table in three minutes, and Sue groaned.