It was our first class reunion.  It was hard to believe that it had been ten years already.  Ten years since a real summer vacation.  Summer break in college still had a class or two in it, so it didn't really count.  Ten years since parties were truly fun.  Ten years since I had seen several old friends.  I was really looking forward to it and I think that my enthusiasm rubbed off on my wife Michelle too.  I know that Bill was excited.  Bill and I were best friends in high school and remain good friends today.  We both moved to Chicago about the same time and we were best man at each other's wedding.  So naturally, we decided to pair up at our reunion.  And as a bonus, Bill's twin sister was going to let all of us stay at her house for the reunion.  It's good to have connections.

     The only weird thing was that Bill's sister, Pam, is a lesbian and she is also married.  To Julie.  I know Pam, and I know that she is cool, but I hadn't met Julie.  And to be honest, it kind of bugged me that we were going to meet her girlfriend, er, wife.  Weird because Bill, Pam and I all grew up together and Pam was my first girlfriend and lover.  What do you say to a woman who decided that she didn't like a penis? Did she not like doing it with me?  I mean, the thought went through my mind at least once. I forgot all of my fears when we met Pam and Julie at their house.

     "Guys!  How have you been?"  Pam ran down the sidewalk and jumped in Bill's arms.  She immediately came over to my side of the car after hugging Bill and kissed me on the lips.

     "Whoa!  Hold on there, hon. I'm married now.  None of this," I kissed her on the cheek,  "or this," I kissed her nose,  "and especially none of this."  I kissed her on the lips.  "Now that we are done with that, meet my wife Michelle."

     Pam shook Michelle's hand.  "Good to finally meet you.  How many stories do you have about this guy?"  Indicating me.

     Michelle's eyes lit up.  "I have a few good ones.  I'll trade you story for story."

     "Deal!"

     "Wait a minute!  I didn't bring you here to be cruel to me.  Besides, I have stories on both of you that I know you don't want shared."  I could tell that Pam and Michelle would be friends by the time we left.

     "Guys, I want you to meet Julie, my life partner."  Julie was standing in front of the car watching the exchange between us.  She was about 5'10" with long tan legs and a dark mane of curly, black hair.  She moved forward with her hand extended to me with a grace rarely seen.  She was dressed similar to Pam; khaki shorts, cotton blouse and barefoot.

     "Pleased to meet you.  Ever since Pam got the message that you were coming, she hasn't stopped talking about you and Bill.  Can I help you carry your things in?"  Her demeanor was very comfortable.  I could see how Pam, or anyone for that matter, would fall for this woman.

     "That would be great."  Michelle replied as she shook Julie's hand.

     "C'mon.  I'll show you to your rooms."

     After dinner, we settled down in the living room for a few drinks and to catch up.  Bill and Kathy explained their jobs and so did Michelle and I.  Michelle ended up asking the question that I didn't want to ask.

     "So how did you girls meet?"

     "Well," Pat paused and looked at Julie.  "As you know, I am a psychologist.  It's kind of unethical, but…"

     "You were one of her patients?"  I asked Julie.

     "Yes I was.  In a way I still am.  Isn't everyone's spouse an amateur psychologist?"  She smiled at Pam.  "We got to talking to each other in a less professional way, and after a few sessions we went out on a date.  Of course, we had to break off the professional relationship after that.  Pam could have had her license revoked and I didn't want to have to pay to see her."

     "Makes sense to me.  You know, I have always wondered something Bill."

     "What's that, Mark?"

     "If your twin is gay, why aren't you?"

     "Shut up!"

     "I mean, you do walk a little funny."

     "I'll have you know that I have been a male lesbian all my life.  I'm not afraid to admit that I like women!"  Everyone found this quite funny, even Julie and Pam.  If there was any tension in the room, it left right then.

     "So what do you do for a living, Julie?"  Michelle asked.

     "I'm a part time magician."

     Michelle perked up.  "How did you get into magic?"  She always tapes the magic specials on TV.  "I've always been interested in it, but I never took the time to learn anything."

     "I started out as an assistant.  I too was always fascinated by the slight of hand tricks and the stage illusions.  I saw an ad in the paper asking for women to try out for an assistant's job and I applied.  I got the job."

     "What made you decide to become the magician instead of the assistant?"  Kathy asked.

     "A couple of things.  I was tired of being the person having to lie down and get cut up.  Having to haul all of his stuff out on stage.  And, I was getting tired of the travelling.  It felt like I didn't have any permanence in my life except for a job that I was quickly growing tired of.  I knew how most of the tricks worked and I found that I could perform them.  The magician that I was working for got a little angry to find out that I had discovered some of his secrets but was even more angry that I had actually worked them with one of the other assistants.  His anger was the final straw.  I gathered my things and found an apartment and a day job here in town."

     "So what kind of shows do you do?"  I asked.

     "I do some birthday parties and I have worked with another magician in town on some business meetings and parties.  I'll be performing at the reunion tomorrow night with Pam as my assistant."

     "I can't wait to see the show."

     I knew that Michelle meant what she said.

     The evening went by pretty quickly and we all had a few more drinks.  None of us cared how much we drank because we didn't have anything planned for tomorrow morning and the reunion didn't start until seven tomorrow night.  I know that I was buzzing quite nicely and I think everyone was feeling about the same as I.  During a lull in the conversation, Pam suddenly perked up.

     "Let's play strip poker!"

     "What?"  Kathy asked.  Michelle just looked at me.  I knew she wouldn't mind because we had played before and she had enough booze in her.  Plus she is a closet nudist.  I say closet because she has never been to a nudist camp, but she almost never wears clothes around the house and she told me she prefers being naked.  But it seemed that Kathy might balk.

     "You know, strip poker.  We play five card draw and when you run out of poker chips, you buy more with a piece of clothing."

     "Well, I don't know."  Kathy was looking at her husband.  I knew that Bill was game cause we got our dates in college to play several times.  In fact, that is how Michelle and I met.  But that's another story.

     "It's no big deal."  Pam went on.  "I've seen Bill and Mark naked and they have seen me naked and I have seen Julie naked and she has seen me naked and you have seen Bill naked and Michelle has seen Mark naked.  No biggie."

     "What?" Both Kathy and I asked.

     "Oh, nevermind."

     "No.  Lets play.  Come on Kathy.  It'll be fun!"  My wife was quite enthusiastic.

     Kathy was hesitating.  "Well, I don't know."  And I could see that Bill wasn't going to push her.  I always knew that Bill was smart.

     It took Julie to convince her.  "Lets have some fun tonight, Kathy.  Besides, you might win."

     "Okay.  I'm game," she said reluctantly.  There is always one.  But usually they are the ones who have the most fun playing in the end.  Even if they do have to sprint to their car afterwards wearing nothing but a smile.

     "I got the chips and the cards!"  Pam dumped them on the table.  "Okay, here are the rules.  We play five-card draw, dollar ante.  Each player gets fifty dollars in chips.  Black is worth ten, red five and white one.  When you run out of chips, you can buy another fifty from the bank with an article of clothing.  You can only use four articles of clothing.  Women: blouse, shorts, bra and panties.  Men: shirt, shorts, shoes and boxers.  Both shoes will count as one article of clothing.  Kathy, you might as well kick off your shoes as you won't be able to use them as credit."

     "How do you know they wear boxers?" Kathy asked as she put her shoes under her chair.

     "I grew up with Bill there and Mark and I dated.  I hope I shouldn't have to explain further.  It might make Julie and Michelle jealous."

     "Whatever."  Michelle smiled.

     "One last rule: no one can have more than seventy-five dollars worth of chips.  One, I don't have that many chips to go around.  Two, it's kind of hard to get someone naked if they have all the money.  Fair enough?"

     "Sounds okay.  Who will deal first?"  Bill wanted to know.

     "I'll do it."  Julie volunteered.

     Julie dealt and we began playing.  I lost the first hand.  My three queens to Kathy's flush.  But it was Pam who lost the first article of clothing and started the pile next to the 'bank'.  It soon contained my shoes and shirt, Bill's shoes, shirt and shorts, Kathy's shirt and shorts, Julie's shirt, bra and shorts and Pam's blouse and bra.  It also contained my wife's shirt, jeans, bra and recently, her panties.  She had also just bet her last five dollars on a nice flush.

     "That's everything.  I call."

     "I'll also call.  What do you got?"  Julie was her only challenger.

     "All hearts, king high."

     "Good hand.  Too bad a full house beats it."

     "Dammit!  I guess I'm out.  Nothing left to sell but my body, and I kind of need it to play."  Michelle leaned back and kicked her feet up on the table.

     "Only parts of it.  All you need is your hands and your head.  You don't need your feet to play."  Julie said to my wife.  Julie had a mischievous look on her face.  Pam did too after a moment.  I was wondering what they were up to.

     "Of course not, but its not as if I can take my feet of and toss them in the pile for another fifty bucks."

     "No you can't, but I can."  Julie leaned forward and gingerly picked up Michelle's left leg by the calf.  She then put her right hand around Michelle's foot and pulled.  Her foot popped right off the end of her leg!  In a flash she had Michelle's right foot off too and was handing the pair to her.  If all of us weren't half tanked, we probably would have screamed and ran.  Instead we all stared at my wife's disembodied feet.

     "Oh my God."  It was all that Michelle could say as she got a close up of the perfect pedicure on her tanned toes.

     "Michelle, are you okay?"  It was all that I could manage.

     "She can do it!"  She then handed me her feet.  I accepted them before I realized it.  I almost dropped them when my mind caught up to reality.  They weren't cold or stiff as if they were dead and there wasn't any blood.  Where her ankle attached to her foot, there was only skin.  In fact, there was no indication that there ever was an ankle attached to them.  They looked like they were supposed to be just feet with no body and always had been.

     "Can you still feel with them?"  I wanted to make sure that she wasn't hurt.

     "Of course.  Your hands are warm."  She giggled and then wiggled her toes.

     "Well then," Julie said, "if there are no objections to using body parts when we are out of clothing, then here is fifty dollars for Michelle."  She set the chips in front of Michelle.  She then took Michelle's feet from my hands and tossed them on top of the pile of clothing.  "The bank now owns those, sir.  And it is now my turn to deal."

     As she began passing out cards, Kathy stopped her.  "Wait.  How did you…" she indicated Michelle's stubs.

     "It was the trick that I stole from the magician.  The one I told you about earlier.  Actually, I didn't steal his ability to do that; I just learned the most sacred secret in the trade.  You have seen a woman cut in half, haven't you?"

     "Of course.  But that's all fake.  You can't do that to somebody without killing them."

     "You can do it to someone and not harm them at all.  But you are half-right.  Most of the 'magicians' use fake feet and contortionist women and/or twins.  No real cutting was done.  But a master magician knows how to do it for real.  Have you ever seen a magician cut a woman in half in plain view using a buzzsaw?"

     "Only once.  Michelle showed it to me on one of her tapes."  She was looking Julie in the face now.  I think that is when she really started to accept it.

     "You probably won't see it again.  If you do, it is because the magician on stage has learned how to do it for real.  Only a select few know how this works and I was fortunate to work for one of the few."

     "You mean, when you were performing, you were really being cut in half?  Are you going to cut Pam in half for real tomorrow night?"  Michelle was enraptured by Julie's explanation.

     "Yes on both counts.  Now, let's get back to the game because I have to get Pam naked before I lose these panties."

     We laughed at her little joke and that seemed to settle it.  Julie began passing out the cards again.  It didn't seem like very much time had passed before we were all naked and starting to come apart.  I had just lost my calves to Julie's three Aces.  Kind of upsetting considering I had three Kings.  Bill had lost his feet, calves and thighs.  He was working hard not to lose too much money at this point because we learned that the next thing to go was his utility organ.  To be fair, the women would count both breasts as one, but it didn't seem quite as equal considering that boobs were higher up on the body and they don't quite have the emotional attachment to their owners.  Pam had also lost her feet and calves and was two dollars from selling off her thighs.  Michelle had continued her streak of bad luck.  She had lost her hips along with her feet and legs.  She was now resting on the stump made by the bottom of her midriff.  I made a joke about her being able to moon everybody and herself because her butt was on top of the pile facing us.  But, Julie had also lost her stomach and was resting on the stump made by the bottom of her chest.  We had also moved to the floor from the couch and chairs so that it would be easier for Julie to reach us.  Kathy had lost her panties and all of her chips.  At the moment, she wasn't too sure about continuing with the game.

     I tried to convince her.  "C'mon , Kath.  It's no big deal and it's kind of fun."  

     "I don't know.  It's just too weird.  I'm not sure if I want to do it."

     "What say you just try it for a moment," Julie replied.  "If you don't like it, I'll put your feet back on and we'll continue without you."

     You could tell that Kathy was really thinking it over.  It is amazing that at 28, peer pressure can still get to you.  With that in mind, I started whispering  "Peer pressure, peer pressure, peer pressure."  After a moment Michelle and Pam joined in with my chant and then Bill did too.  Julie didn't join, but a smile crept on to her face.

     "Stop it, guys.  It's not funny."  She said even though she had a big grin on her face.  Kathy then slowly extended her legs to Julie.  "Okay, I'll try it."  In a moment, Julie was passing Kathy's feet back to her.  Kathy inspected them closely.  "I need a pedicure.  Give me fifty bucks, I'm still in."  And then she tossed her feet on to the ever-growing pile of clothes and body parts and collected her chips.  I also noticed that Bill was watching Kathy's feet quite closely.  I knew that he had a foot fetish, and I bet that his wife knew too, but I know that he had told noone else.

     Pam extended what was left of her legs to Julie and leaned back on her elbows.  "Well, with only two dollars left, I might as well sell my thighs.  Would you do the honors, my love?"

     "I would love to."  Julie reached out and caressed Pam's thigh before plucking it off her hip.  The left thigh was soon removed and they were placed on the pile next to Julie's hips.

     "Girl!  Why did you get that done?"  Michelle was indicating a diamond stud in the middle of Pam's pussy lip.  Now that there was no way for Pam to cover herself (as if she even tried earlier), it was readily apparent.

     "Oh, that."  Pam felt the stud with her thumb and forefinger.  "I had it done in college.  I was still uncertain about my sexuality and it seemed like the thing to do."  She looked up at Michelle.  "I didn't hurt if that's what you mean."

     "Yeah, that is what I meant.  Piercing my ear hurt.  I can't imagine a hole punched in my pussy lip feeling any better."

     "Well, it was uncomfortable for a couple of days.  Not from the pain, but from the rubbing and the knowledge that it was there.  I was constantly wet for the first week after I had it done.  Now?  It's just a piece of jewelry that almost noone ever sees."

     "Doesn't it rub on the inside?"  It seems that Kathy was curious too.

     "Nope.  It has a flat backing.  Kinda like a tack does."

     After a moment or two of awkward silence, Julie said, "Well, shall we continue with the cards?"

     "Lets."  Bill said.  For some reason he didn't look too comfortable discussing his sister's genitalia.

     About two hands later Bill lost his dick.  He bet the remainder of his money, thirty-seven dollars, on a full house, Aces high.  He lost to Pam's straight flush.

     "Dammit!  That's not fair."  He then reluctantly turned to Julie.  "Well, I guess my buddy goes on the pile.  Please be gentle."

     "I'm always gentle."  Julie said with a smile.

     "Ahem!"

     "Except for when Pam asks for me to play rough.  Now bear with me as it has been awhile since I've touched one of these.  Are these dangly things part of the package?"

"Not funny, Julie!  Not funny at all!"

     Julie's smile got a little bigger.  "Just hold still and you'll be done in a moment."  Julie then wrapped her long fingers around Bill's dick and balls and pulled.  Bill's boys came away from his groin easily.

     As Julie started to turn to the pile, Kathy asked "May I?"

     Julie looked at her and then handed Bill's property to his wife.  "Sure.  Why not."

     Kathy fondled Bill's dick and balls and they immediately responded.  "It's good to know that they still work by themselves."

     Bill was blushing and looking back and forth between his wife and his twin.  "Uh, honey…?"

     "Sorry.  Just curious.  I'll be nice."  Kathy took Bill's member over to the pile.  She picked up her feet from the pile and set them next to each other, sole up.  She then gently placed her man's dick in the cradle made by her soft soles.  "How's that?"

     "Perfect."  Bill's dick was quickly hardening in what I knew was one of his fantasies.  I did tell you that he has a foot fetish, didn't I?  It would appear that Kathy was well aware of it and even encouraged it.

     Michelle leaned over and whispered to me.  "Where do you want me to place yours?"

     "Wherever is comfortable for you, dear."  I had an idea that she would find a place to hide it, if you catch my meaning.

     Pam leaned over to Julie and whispered in her ear.  Julie giggled and then leaned over to the pile.  She picked her feet out and then set them sole down on top of Bill's dick and balls.  Her feet were about the same size as Kathy's and so they made a nice sandwich out of Bill's boys.

     "What are you doing?"  Bill was looking a little embarrassed considering his now fully erect dick was between his wife's and his sister-in-law's feet.

     "Just covering up your most sensitive part.  I wouldn't want my brother-in-law to say that I am insensitive to his needs."  Pam and Julie started giggling again.  Kathy looked at them and started giggling too.

     Bill looked at them and then looked at me.  Presumably for help.  I tried my best Blofeld voice.  "It would appear that you have been found out, Mr. Bond.  I would suggest that you enjoy it while you still can."

     Michelle finally got it.  "Oh!  You mean you…?  Well there's nothing wrong with that.  I love to use my feet during sex.  I think it's perfectly normal.  In fact, I like it.  Don't let 'em get to you, buddy."

     It looked like Bill took some strength from what we said.  "I think I will enjoy it.  Thank you Julie.  You are a most gracious host."

     "No, she's a hostess."  Pat said, still giggling.  "You know, like a Ding-Dong?"  That earned her an elbow in the ribs.

     "Be nice.  I know where you sleep!  Now deal so I can whittle you down to a head."

     "You wish!  You only have twelve bucks left.  I think you're going to lose those tits in a minute."

     Pam was right.  Julie sold her tits during the next hand only to lose most of her cash to Bill.  During the hand after that, Michelle lost her stomach and Kathy lost her calves and thighs.  I was starting to think that she was playing to lose, then over the course of the next three hands, I lost my thighs and dick to her.  Seems that Kathy just had some bad luck with good hands.  Michelle took my dick and balls and set them in the cushion made by her soles and placed Pam's feet on top.  I don't know if she did it because she didn't want Bill to feel uncomfortable or because she was a little horny and wanted her feet messed with.  Either way, I liked it.  

Over the next few hands, Bill lost his hips, Pam lost her hips and stomach, and Michelle lost her tits.  Julie continued to be the big loser of the evening by losing her chest and left hand and forearm.  Turns out that the hand and forearm count as one part while the biceps and shoulder also count as one.

     When Julie was down to just her head and her right forearm and hand, with only seven dollars left, I had to ask the question.  "How are we going to continue playing when you keep losing?  When that hand is gone, you won't be able to do any more pulling.  In fact, how are you going to remove Pam's tits?  She needs to sell them."

     "Don't worry about it.  Pam knows how to do it.  I taught her when we got married."

     "But I thought it was a big secret."  Michelle was puzzled.

     "It is to some people.  But Pam and I love each other and we don't keep any secrets.  Especially none that will help out our sex life."

     "Hey guys!  Look, the perfect woman!"  Pam had pulled off her tits and had placed them atop her hips so that all that was there were tits, a pussy and a nice ass.  Both Bill and I laughed until Bill saw the diamond stud in the pussy lip that Pam was holding up.

     "Hey, put that down!  I don't want to look at you like that."  Bill was blushing again.

     "What's the matter twin brother?  Afraid of my pussy?"  Pam had set her tits back in the pile and was now pushing her hips towards her brother.  Pussy, er, face up.

     "Of course I'm not afraid of it.  It's just wrong to look at you that way and you know it."  He was obviously uncomfortable.

     "You're still easy to embarrass Bill.  God, you're such a baby."

     "Let's just get back to the cards.  Mark and Kathy aren't playing fair.  They're the only ones that still have their hips."

     The next hand, Julie lost her right forearm and hand.  She was allowed to keep her hand to hold her cards, but everyone could see them and she soon lost her head too.  It was thrown on the pile of flesh along with her hand in a matter of five hands.  Her head was set next to Kathy's freshly sold hips.

     The game continued on with Michelle losing her chest and left forearm.  Kathy lost her stomach and Bill lost big.  He ended up losing his stomach, chest and left forearm.  It would seem that I was the only one with any luck.  Especially since Pam just lost everything.

     "Well, how do we keep playing if the ladies with the knowledge are out of the game and incapacitated?" I asked.

     Julie responded from the pile.  "Take my head behind the couch and I'll tell you the secret."

     I looked at Pam.  "Are you sure you want to tell me?  I'm not a magician you know.  Wouldn't you be breaking some kind of magician's code?"

     "Who cares?  I stole the knowledge myself, and what good is having the means to have fun and not sharing it?  Besides, I think your pretty little wife might like you taking her apart on occasion."

     Michelle got a dreamy look on her face and before she could tell me to shut up and do it, I reached over and picked up Julie's head.  I scooted myself behind the couch and listened to what she had to say.  I almost didn't believe her because the secret was so easy and damn near obvious.  I'm surprised that everyone doesn't know how to do it.  But, sometimes the best place to hide something is in the open.

     I set Julie's head back in the pile and picked up the deck.

Well, I ended up winning the game.  I only lost my stomach and chest after that.  My wife Michelle was the next big loser.  Bill lost his game next.  And then I finally whittled down Kathy.  After a bit of joking around with them, I reassembled Bill and Kathy.  Bill asked that I leave Kathy's feet detached so that they could have a little fun.  Bill then carried his wife and her feet to their bedroom for a little fun.  

     Julie and Pam didn't want to be reassembled.  I carried their parts to their bedroom where they had their own amount of fun.  They had me put their heads, forearms with hands, hips and breasts on the bed in a little pile and then had me leave everything else out in the living room covered in a blanket so that the parts wouldn't get cold.  They also asked that I donate their feet to Bill for the night.  Bill was pleasantly surprised at his good fortune to say the least.  

Michelle didn't get reassembled either.  I left her disassembled and carried her parts back to our room.  It was a very interesting night in more that one way.  And it wasn't the last.  I did tell Michelle the secret after we got home from the reunion.  I also gave her pussy back to her then.  That's right, I peeled her pussy off of her crotch.  I was having a grand time playing with her clit whenever I felt like it.  It was really fun when Julie and Pam were putting on their magic show at the reunion.  As Pam was getting divided I would give her clit a tweak and she would all but jump out of her chair.  You do remember that Michelle has a bit of a magic fetish, don't you?