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Playing The Game

By: WwFdiVa417



I woke up in an unknown hotel room, naked. I looked around and saw the Rock sleeping on the couch, wet with cum. His limp cock dangled between his legs. I then remembered the Rock and I had fucked each other last night. I had been so tired that I had fallen asleep in the Rock's room.

I made a beeline for the Rock's Strudel. Instantly, the cock began to get hard and erect. I sucked hungrily on the monster. Rock was asleep but a lazy smile formed on his face. I gently massaged his balls. 

He woke up and saw me sucking on his cock. "Oh Foxy," he moaned. 

I didn't say anything but continued to deep-throat the large cock. I felt his balls shrivel up and knew he was going to blow. "Oh Foxy! I'm cumming!"

Cum shot in my mouth. I quickly swallowed the cum as more was poured in my mouth. Then I crawled up to him and kissed him. He squeezed my breasts. "Mmm, Rocky."

Rock smiled. He took his fully erect and hard cock and buried it in my damp cunt. I moaned loudly. His cock was stretching my hole wide. "Oh, baby! Yes!"

He slid his cock in and out harder and faster every second. I pinched my nipples that had turned rock hard. "Yes, oh Rock." I moaned. My eyes glanced at the clock that hung up on the wall. It read 10:33. 

My eyes widen. I was late for my interview with Triple H! "Oh shit! Rocky! I have to go now!" I cried. Rocky pulled out his cock. 

"What's wrong?" asked Rocky, stroking his cock. 

"I'm late for my interview with Triple H!" I cried and quickly threw on my clothes quickly and headed out the door, leaving the Rock all to himself. 

I hurried to the end of the hallway where there was Triple H's logo on the door. The door was unlocked so I let myself in. The room looked empty. "Shit," I said to myself. He must've gone off looking for another reporter or myself. Suddenly something hit me in the back and I blacked out.

*****

When I woke up, I found myself tied to the bed. I was naked in Triple H's locker room. "What the hell? Let me go!"

A dark figure loomed from the darkness. There stood the Game, Triple H. He had nothing on and his cock was huge and looked hard. I gasped at the sight of him and I felt my cunt getting wet. He seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. 

" I hope you like what you're seeing here. Cuz I like what I'm seeing here," he said in a low, sexy voice. He jerked his cock. "Oh, you're getting me horny."

I didn't say anything to provoke him to do what he did but my clit did the talking. Cuz suddenly he jumped on the bed and stuck his face deep into my snatch. I moaned, wanting to pinch my nipples but my hands were firmly tied against the bed posts. All I could do was moan loud. He stuck his tongue in the hole, causing an orgasm to rock my body. "Oh, Hunter! Oh Hunter!"

Hunter pulled away as my cum poured out. He gave me a stare. "Now, Foxy. You were late. I don't like people who are late."

I nodded. "Oh Hunter, I've been so bad lately. Hunter, are you gonna punish me?" I gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Do you think you deserve a spanking?"

I nodded. "Oh yes."

Hunter untied my hands but put handcuffs on them. He sat on the edge of the bed and I laid on his lap. He smiled at the sight of my ass and rubbed his hands together. I felt his cock growing hard as it rubbed against my stomach. "From now on you will call me Master." He began to spank my ass. I moaned. 

"Oh Master, Master harder please," I pleaded. He made no comment but did spank me alot harder. I yelped. He had smooth hands yet he made strong blows to my ass. I looked back and my ass was red. He spanked me for a few more minutes then stopped. He kept me in the same position I was and began to finger my damp cunt. "Hunter, yes..." I said, forgetting to call him Master. 

I then got a hard blow to my ass. I screamed. It was so hard that tears were coming out of my eyes. "What did I tell you to call me?!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry!" I said. "Please, finger me!"

He continued to finger me then fist me. I had seen pictures of fisting but never actually felt it. It felt good. My pussy hole was stretching as he pumped it in. "Oh, Master! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

Hunter pulled his hand out and swallowed my cum. I trembled as I was thrown onto the bed. Hunter pushed me against the bed, his eyes staring deep into my eyes. He stroked his cock and then thrusted it into my clit. In surprise, I yelled out. Hunter was huge! He had the biggest cock that ever entered inside me! I told him this by my continous screams and moans. "Yes! Oh baby! Yes, Daddy! Yes, harder! Please!" I cried out. Hunter didn't seem to be mad about not calling him Master. He seemed to appreciate it so much that he rammed himself against me hard. "OHHH!!!!"

"OH, Foxy, I'm cumming!" He came inside me. He pulled his cock out and I reached for his monster. He relaxed as I deep-throated his huge cock. My ass was up high in the air. 

Then I felt a cock going inside my tight ass. I screamed and looked back. I found the Rock there, pumping himself against me. "Oh Rocky!" I cried. I went back to sucking on Hunter's cock as I was being fucked in the ass. "Mmm!" I moaned with the cock in my mouth.

The two superstars came and I pulled away, tired but not yet satisfied. I laid on my side and waited for them to do something. Rock seemed to love my ass because he began to fuck it. I moaned as he went in slowly. Hunter then stuck his large cock in my damp cunt. I enjoyed this double penetration specially from two hot WWF stars. "Oh, yes! Yes! Oooo, fuck me hard!" I ordered. 

They obeyed my command even though I was supposed to be the slave. I moaned louder and louder. Rocky's balls slapped against my sore ass. I was getting worn out. Hunter yelled. "Oh I'm gonna cum!"

Rocky said the same. "Blow it in me!" I cried. 

I felt two hard blasts of cum inside me which sent an orgasm through my body and this orgasm was HUGE! I screamed loudly as Rock's cum began to pour out of my ass and cunt. I laid on the bed, gasping for air. I looked back at Hunter and the Rock and I found them on the floor, asleep. 

Playing the Game



My name is Betty and my husband of 27 years is Stan. We are both 49, approaching the dreaded 50. We have one daughter, Gloria, who is in her freshman year in collage, out of state. My life has always been very hectic, with work, taking care of the house and Gloria, with her numerous activities. When she left for college, I developed a major case of empty nest. I didn't know what to do with myself. Stan had his activities, working out twice a week and playing golf. I sat at home, alone, with the dog.

Stan suggested I do volunteer work. I told him that after years of volunteering at Gloria's school and with her other activities, I needed a break from it. He suggested I put together a 'Girl's Night Out' with some of my coworkers. I told him most of them were much younger and wouldn't be interested in mingling with someone my age. There was one coworker about my age. Helen and I talked at work and got along, but weren't actually friends. It was worth a try. We started going to lunch together and I was able to interest her in occasionally stopping for a drink after work. After a time, we became good friends.

A few months later, she came to work just bouncing off the walls. She was in such a good mood it was sickening. I asked what was going on. She said to meet her for lunch and she would explain.

At lunch, we sat down by ourselves and she said, "I had my first affair this weekend and it was fabulous. I've never felt so alive." 

I said, "You what? You're kidding, right?" She said no. I asked, "Why on earth would you do that? Are you and Bill having problems?" 

She said, "No, quite the contrary. Things are better than they've ever been." I had a confused look on my face. She said, "Our sex life had become dull and boring. It was too predictable. You know what I mean?"

I thought a few seconds and said, "Yes, I do. Stan and I have usually have sex twice a month, always on a Saturday night, and usually the exact same way. There hasn't been any real passion in quite some time. It's just something we do. It's not like I haven't tried to get him more interested, but he just isn't."

Helen said, "Exactly. We tried to spice things up. We had date nights, watched romantic movies, watched porn movies, read erotic stories, tried new positions, you name it. They all helped, for a while. Then, I started flirting with other men, in front of Bill. I read that some husbands are turned on by it and Bill wanted to try. 

We would go to a nice club together, but Bill would go sit in the back of the room and I would sit at the bar. When there were a number of men around me, I would get out my cell phone and pretend to make a call. I would loudly say, "Hi Honey, where are you? .. What do you mean you have to work late? I'm here, ready to have fun ... I don't want to hear it, you promised ... Fine, you just stay at work. I'm staying here and I intend to enjoy myself. I'll see you when I get home. Don't wait up." Then I abruptly hung up and looked disgusted. 

Before I knew it, a nice looking man asked if he could buy me a drink, then he asked me to dance. The whole time, Bill was watching. I danced with several men. When a slow song played, they would hold me tightly and play with my ass. One even surprised me with a passionate kiss. None of them seemed to be bothered by my wedding ring. In fact, many of the men that approached me were married too. When it was time to leave, I thanked him and left, with Bill following me out. When we got home, we literally tore our clothes off and fucked like teenagers. It was the most exciting sex we had in a very long time."

I said, "Wow! How often have you done this?"

"Usually once a month, for almost a year now."

I said, "Did you ever have a problem with a guy trying to go too far?"

"No, not really. We have a signal I use to let Bill know if I feel uncomfortable. He would come up and become indignant, asking what I was doing here with another man. He would tell the guy I was his wife and he was taking me home. We only had to do that once." 

I asked, "So, if your sex life is so great, why the affair?"

"Well, we were supposed to go out this past weekend. Bill was out of town at a meeting, but was supposed to get back Friday. The meeting ended up running into the middle of this week. I was disappointed and decided to go out by myself. I told myself I could handle it. And, it would be fun to do it without always watching to see how Bill was reacting. I just knew nothing would happen. In hindsight, I realize that I was fooling myself. The thrill was flirting and going home with Bill to fuck each other silly. And, with him out of town, that couldn't happen. I didn't really go planning to cheat on Bill, but I guess I let it happen."

I said, "What did happen?"

"I went in and sat at the bar. When there was a crowd of men around, I pulled out my cell and made my fake call. Just like before, guys started asking me to dance and buying me drinks. It was just like all the other times, except Bill wasn't there. Then, I met Martin. He was younger than me and it was instant lust. We danced together the rest of the night. We had our hands all over each other. When it was time to leave, I asked him if he wanted to go home with me. He accepted and before I knew it, I was leading him upstairs to my bed."

I asked, "Did you even think about Bill while you were doing this?"

" I'm ashamed to admit it, but no. I was so absorbed in my own pleasure, that I completely forgot about him."

I asked, "How was it? Was it what you thought?"

"Oh, Yes and more! It was wonderful. We kissed and fondled each other. He licked my pussy and I sucked his dick. I gave him the sluttiest blowjob ever and let him cum in my mouth and swallowed it. I rarely do that for Bill. We fucked in every conceivable way. His dick was just a little longer than Bill's, but much thicker. I've never felt that full, it was great. Since he was younger, he could recover in about 10 minutes and we started again. After he came 3 times and I had countless orgasms, we slept until noon. We got up, showered, ate lunch and started again. Before he left that afternoon, I gave him a blow job and we fucked one more time."

I said, "Don't you feel guilty that you cheated on Bill?"

"Yes I do. After Martin left, I thought about what I did and the guilt hit me pretty hard. I even cried for a while."

I asked, "Are you going to tell Bill what you did?"

"Are you crazy? Of course not, he would divorce me. He's fine with our game, but he made it very clear that's as far as it goes. He's not a wimp who wants to watch his wife get fucked and eat the guy's cum out of my pussy. I'll just have to be careful that he doesn't find out what I did."

I said, "Well, when he gets home, you better act normally. And, you better not try anything new that you picked up or he'll figure it out."

"I know. I'll behave normally. I'll have to slowly introduce new things so he won't be suspicious." 

I asked, "Would you do it again?" 

"At first, I swore I would never cheat on Bill again. But now, I don't know. It was so wrong and I do feel guilty. It started out as a way to turn both of us on. But, it really became just about me. I know that's so selfish. You and Stan should to try it; the game I mean. It might help your sex life."

I said, "I don't know. It would be exciting, but I really doubt Stan would go for it. He just doesn't like to try anything new. We better get back to work. And, try to tone down your happiness." She laughed and we left.

Over the next few weeks, I thought about the game they play. It would be exciting, so I decided to approach Stan. Saturday, after we made love, I told him about it. I said I overheard some people in the lunchroom talking about it and how it improved their sex life. Stan was not amused. He couldn't believe the husband would pimp his wife in public, that he would get excited watching her with other men. He said he sure hoped I wasn't interested in doing it. I said, "No, of course not. I just thought it was interesting." So that ended that.

Monday, I told Helen about my discussion with Stan. She said, "I'm sorry. It's really fun." 

I asked if there had been any repercussions from her one night stand. She said, "No, he doesn't suspect a thing. I added one new thing and he loved it. Things are just great."

I asked, "Do you think you would do it again? 

She said, "I still don't know. If the situation were right I might. Why do you ask? If I decide to go out alone, do you want to come with me? I'm sure the fake cell call would work just as well with two as with one, maybe even better."

I said, "No, no. I wouldn't mind playing the game, but there's no way I would cheat on Stan."

She said, "Well you could still go. You just stop whenever you want to. You don't have to have sex with someone. You can just enjoy the attention. Lets try it. I'll let you know the next time Bill goes out of town and you can think about it. OK?"

I said, "I guess I could think about it. Stan would have to be out of town too. The chances of that are pretty slim." 

She said, "You never know. Just keep it in mind."

About a month later, Stan told me he had to go help his mother that weekend. Since his dad died, she's all alone and had a list of things she wanted done around the house. I told Stan that was fine and asked if he wanted me to go with him to help. He said no, he didn't think there was really that much to do. He thought she just wanted to spend some time with him. He said he was taking off at noon on Friday and would be back late Sunday afternoon.

The next day Helen told me that Bill was leaving for a conference and wouldn't be back until next Wednesday. She said, "I'm going to do it again. I may not take someone home, but I'm going out. Are you interested? Is there any way you can get out?"

I said, "Wow, you won't believe it, but Stan is going to spend the weekend helping his mother. He's leaving Friday and getting back Sunday afternoon."

She said, "Great, let's do it." 

I said, "Wait, I haven't decided if I could really do it. I'll let you know before Friday." Who was I kidding? I was going to do it. The next day I told Helen I was in.

Friday, after work, we went to dinner and planned everything. Helen told me where we were going. We decided to go in separate cars so I could leave when I wanted to. She told me to dress sexy, but not slutty. She said not to wear a bra or panties. That way the guys could feel my tits and ass.

I told her that when Stan is out of town, he always calls me before he goes to bed and I won't be there to answer. He'll be worried about where I am that late at night.

Helen said, "That's easy. Call him from your cell before you leave and tell him your home phone is out and if he needs you, to call your cell. Tell him you are going with me to dinner and a movie and you'll be late getting in and you'll call him the next day. That's what I did with Bill." 

I said, "That should work. I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow at 8:00pm."

I spent Saturday afternoon getting ready, making myself as sexy as I could without going overboard. I called Stan. It was hard lying to him, but I did it. I went to the club and waited outside for Helen, so we could go in together. She arrived and we admired each other's appearance, definitely sexy, but not slutty. She asked if I was ready. I said, "Not really, but I'm going to do it anyway." 

We went in and sat at the bar and ordered drinks. Pretty soon there was a large crowd of men around the bar and Helen made her fake phone call. Sure enough, after a few minutes, men came up to us and asked us to dance and bought us drinks. I couldn't believe it. This was exciting. I was enjoying all the attention they were paying to me.

I danced with several men. Helen was right, many had on wedding rings. They all tried to hold me tight and run their hands down my back and feel my ass. I know they just wanted sex, but it was flattering.

We took a break and Helen and I went to the restroom. You know women have to go to the restroom in pairs. She asked if I was enjoying myself. I said, "Oh, Yes. This is so naughty, but so much fun. It's really stroking my ego."

She said, "I told you so. I'm already wet."

I laughed and said, "Me too. I wish Stan were here. It would make it even better." 

She said, "Well, he isn't interested. It's his loss."

We went back to the bar and two guys approached us. They were gorgeous and much younger than us. They asked us to dance and we accepted. My guy was Tom and Helen's was Adam. They were in town on business. I was instantly in lust. We danced with them the rest of the night and I was getting extremely turned on. Tom held me tight and I felt so good in his arms. When the dance finished, I looked up and he kissed me. That was it. We were holding each other and passionately tongue kissing. We finally went back to the table before we attracted any more attention.

Helen and Adam were busy kissing and fondling each other under the table. They stopped when we sat down. The guys went to get us another drink and Helen said, "I saw you two. You sure were enjoying yourselves."

I said, "Well, you and Adam seemed to be having fun under the table."

Helen laughed and said, "I asked Adam to come home with me tonight. He said he would love to, but he and Tom are together. He asked if I thought you wanted to go to my house with Tom."

I said, "Oh, I don't know about that. I've really enjoyed this, but I have no intention going any further. I couldn't cheat on Stan. It just wouldn't be right."

She said, "I know what you are saying, but it isn't really that big a deal. You're not in love with Tom. You're in love with Stan. This is just lust. I promise, you will enjoy it and it will definitely spice up your sex life. Stan will never know. He'll just be the recipient of a hot, sexy wife. What do you say? If you won't go, Adam won't do it. Please?"

I sat there and thought about what she just said. I knew it wasn't right. But, it was so exciting. The whole night had me worked up to a sexual frenzy. I was so wet and horny.

She said, "Here they come. What do you say?"

Without thinking, I said, "OK."

Helen said, "Great. We'll have our drinks then go."

I couldn't believe what I just did. I was going to cheat on Stan. I have been faithful to him for over 25 years. We just had our 25th wedding anniversary 5 months ago and we even renewed our vows. And now, I was going to break them.

When we got to Helen's, she turned on some soft music and got everyone a drink. We sat on the couch, next to our dates and began making out like teenagers. After about 10 minutes, Helen got up and said, "We're going upstairs to my bedroom. You can use the guest bed or stay here on the couch."

I looked at Tom. He just shrugged and I said, "The couch is fine." Helen brought us towels so we wouldn't mess up anything. Then she led Adam upstairs. 

I just sat there. It was so awkward. Tom, sensing my apprehension, took me in his arms and passionately kissed me. I began to respond to him and he removed my dress. He kept kissing me, moving down to my breasts. He slowly licked and sucked each one before moving down to my pussy. He licked all around it, but avoided my clit. He slowly finger fucked me and then, without warning, he sucked my clit into his mouth and began forcefully licking it. It was like electricity shot through me. I had one of the strongest orgasms of my life. When I finished, he held me in his arms and kissed me.

Finally, I got up and began undressing Tom. I was shocked. He had the largest dick I had ever seen. It was at least 3 inches longer than Stan's and almost half again as thick. I began licking and sucking him the best I could, but there was no way I could get it all in my mouth. I loudly sucked and stroked him and he seemed to really be enjoying it. After about 5 minutes, his body tensed. He moaned loudly and shot his cum into my waiting mouth. He kept coming and I tried to keep up, but a lot leaked out and ran down my chin. Bill never came that much. When he was done, I swallowed. Then, I wiped it off my chin and licked my fingers clean. I've never swallowed for Stan. I couldn't believe I did it, but I did. And, at that moment, I wasn't the least bit sorry. That would come later.

Tom was still hard and moved me on my back, positioning his dick at my pussy. I wasn't sure I could accommodate him, but he was gentle, as he slowly pushed into me. It felt so good. I felt fuller than I've ever been and Tom was reaching parts of my pussy I never knew existed. Stan just couldn't really come close. He began fucking me and I was moaning and meeting his thrusts. We fucked for 20 minutes and I had 2 intense orgasms. Finally, he erupted, overflowing my pussy. It was a good thing Helen gave us the towels. Exhausted, we held each other and rested.

About 5 minutes later, Helen and Adam came downstairs. She stared in amazement at Tom's dick and asked me to help her fix everyone another drink. My cell phone rang and I ran to get it out of my purse. It was Stan and I asked everyone to be quite while I talked to him. As I walked into the kitchen, I pressed ANSWER and said, "Hi honey ... It's so late I didn't think you would call ... Yea, the phone is still out ... I got back about midnight ... Well, after we ate, Helen wanted to see this film at the Art Festival Theater downtown. It was in subtitles. I didn't understand it and didn't really like it. But, all in all, it was a good 'Girl's Night Out' ...I miss you too ... I love you too. Bye." I pushed END to hang up, or so I thought.

Helen was standing next to me and said, "You handled that perfectly." 

I said, "I don't like lying to Stan, especially while I'm being unfaithful, having just had some of the best sex of my life. I feel so guilty."

She said, "I know, but you'll get over it. Tell me, how was it? I'm pretty sure it was great because I heard you screaming from upstairs." I said, "It was fantastic and so erotic. Tom is so much bigger than Stan. I've never felt that full and that used. I hate to admit it, but poor Stan just can't even compare."

Helen said, "Hold on, you're wrong. He does compare and he wins. You love him. Don't confuse the lust you're feeling for Tom with the love you have for Stan. This is just a diversion to help get your sex life back on track. This isn't a replacement."

I just looked at her and said, "You're right. I love Stan. This is just sex. What have I done? I don't believe it. I feel so cheap."

I started crying and Helen comforted me saying, "It's alright. I know you love Stan. Tomorrow, you'll go back to being his loving wife. The only thing that will change is that you now have lots of real life fantasies to use to try to improve your sex life, with him. He won't know what happened but he'll be happy with the result. Now, let's get back. Tom is absolutely huge. You want to swap for the next round?" We both laughed and I said sure.

We went back into the den and I put my cell phone on the coffee table. We decided to all stay there, so we could watch each other. We swapped partners and I started giving Adam a blowjob. Helen couldn't wait to get Tom's big dick in her pussy. We all fucked and sucked, swapping partners. Helen and I had a 3-way with both guys and we finished up by fucking our original partners. It was after 4:00am when we fell sleep on the couch.

I woke up just before noon. I had to get home and clean up before Stan came home. I got dressed, woke Helen and told her I had to go. She asked if I had time for another round. I told her no, that she would have to take care of them by herself. She thought she could manage that. She said, "Remember what I said. You go back and be Stan's loving wife and he'll never know. And, like you told me, don't add a lot of new things, or he'll get suspicious." I laughed and left.




Playing the Game



While I was driving, I got out my cell phone to call Stan and find out when he would be home. The phone was dead. That was strange. I had charged it yesterday, just for this. Maybe my battery was bad. It didn't matter. I was sure my home phone was 'working' by now and I would call when I got home. Last night was fun and exciting, but I loved and wanted Stan. And, even though I was sore from last night, I intended to suck and fuck him until he begged for mercy.

I got home and went straight to the laundry room, took off my dress and put it in the washer. Then, I headed upstairs to the bathroom to shower. As I walked, my pussy felt sloppy and cum was still leaking out. I had to thoroughly clean myself, inside and out, to remove any trace of cum. I walked through the bedroom and straight into the bathroom. I went in my closet and got out my douche. I was afraid a 'Summer's Eve' just wasn't going to cut it. After I thoroughly cleaned myself, I would use one to smell and taste good for Stan. I turned on the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. There was dried cum all over and some was still draining from my pussy.

As I walked into the bedroom to get my bra and panties, I said aloud to myself, "That was a night I'll never forget." I looked over and saw Stan in the sitting room. I screamed and said, "You scared me to death. I didn't know you were home. You're not supposed to be here until late this afternoon. And, where is your car? I didn't see it." 

He didn't say anything for a while. He just looked at me and finally said, "I got home about 10:00am. Where have you been? Why weren't you here when I got home? I tried to call your cell, but it went straight to voice mail."

He caught me off guard and I had to think fast. I said, "OK, I spent the night at Helen's. After the movie, we went to her house for drinks and talked; girl stuff. I drank too much and didn't think I should drive. I didn't tell you because I thought you would be mad that I drank too much. I was going to call on the way home, but my cell phone died. I just charged it yesterday. I guess something is wrong with the battery." I was quite proud of myself.

He said, "Well, I guess that was the best thing to have done. I wouldn't have been mad. I was just worried. What I am mad about, is that you lied to me. I can't take that. It breaks my trust in you. Do you understand?"

I said, "Yes, I do. I'm sorry." 

He said, "You better get cleaned up. You're a mess. What is that stuff all over you?" He just turned and went downstairs.

I took a long hot shower and made sure every trace of last night was gone. I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Stan had made a pitcher of ice tea. I poured a glass and sat down at the table and drank. I asked him how his mother was. He didn't answer. He just stared at me and finally said, "What's going on? I don't believe you're telling me the truth. Are you sure nothing else happened?"

I said, "No, why would you think that?" 

He waited and said, "There was nothing wrong with the phone, except you weren't here to answer it. The Caller ID Log shows several calls yesterday, both before and after your call to me from you cell. I checked, the Art Festival Theater closed 3 months ago." 

My mouth dropped and I couldn't say anything. He said, "You better start telling me the truth."

I decided I had to tell him the truth, at least part of it. I said, "You're right, I've been lying. Remember a few months ago, I told you that I overheard a coworker talking about the flirting game and you wanted no part of it? It was Helen. She and Bill have been doing it for a year. A little over a month ago, they made plans, but Bill had to go out of town. So, Helen went by herself and really enjoyed it. She told me that if the occasion presented itself, I should go with her. Well, it did. You and Bill were both out of town this weekend, so I went with her."

Stan asked, "Did you enjoy it?"

I said, "Yes I did. It really boosted my ego."

In an increasingly agitated tone he asked, "What did you do? Did you dance with other men? Did you let them buy you drinks? Did you kiss them? Did you tongue kiss them? Did they play with your tits? Did they feel your ass? Did you let them play with your pussy? Did you feel their cocks?"

I just nodded, yes and dropped my head. He asked, "Did it go any further? Did you go to Helen's with someone and fuck?"

I couldn't tell him the truth, so again, I lied and said, "No, I couldn't do that? How could you even think that?"

He said, "Let me understand this. You knew how I felt about the flirting game, waited until I was out of town, made up an elaborate lie and went anyway. And, you did everything short of fucking some guy or guys. Are you sure you didn't fuck other men?"

"No, I told you I didn't."

He said, "Are you absolutely positive?" 

I was getting angry, although I had no right to, and said, "How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't fuck anyone."

He just stared at me and said, "You know, your cell battery will only last about 3 hours if it is continuously on a call. If you didn't press END to hang up and I didn't either, it would have been on all night, until the battery died."

All the color drained from my face and I felt like I was going to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and did just that. I pushed END didn't I? Surly I didn't broadcast everything that happened in the kitchen and the den? No, I couldn't have." 

I went back to the kitchen and took a sip of tea. He said, "What's the matter?" I just sat there and began to cry. He knew. He heard it all. My crying became sobbing. I got sick to my stomach again and had to run to the bathroom. I stayed there almost 15 minutes, crying and throwing up. I finally settled down, cleaned myself up and went back to the kitchen. Stan was still sitting there, waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't. He finally said, "Do you have anything else to tell me, or are you sticking to your story?"

I finally said, "You know. It's obvious you know. I guess I didn't press END, did I?" He shook his head, no. "You heard everything I said and did?" He nodded, yes.

He said, "Since I went straight from work to my Mother's, I had my briefcase with my voice recorder. I recorded everything, until your cell died. Would you like to hear it?"

I said, "No, unfortunately, I was there. Then you know they both fucked me every way possible, except in my ass. I had multiple orgasms and screamed out things you've never heard me say before. What you don't know is that I had a suck and fuck session with Tom before you called me. It was the first time I had sex with another man, since before we were married. You heard me tell Helen how great he was and that you couldn't compare. You heard Helen tell me I has wrong and I felt guilty. But, not guilty enough to stop. I don't know what time my battery died, but I'm sure you heard enough to know exactly what I did." I sat there with my head in my hands.

He said, "I'll have to thank Helen for sticking up for me, sort of. It was obvious you weren't. Why? How could you do that? I guess I can understand the flirting and how it stroked your ego. We aren't 21 anymore and even I get an occasional sexual rush when a beautiful younger woman is nice to me. But, I don't go out behind your back and pick up women. And I sure never took one, or two, home and fucked them, repeatedly. How did you let yourself go from playing the game, to going to Helen's and fucking them?"

I thought a minute and said, "I don't really know. I guess I got caught up in the game. I felt naughty. I knew I shouldn't be doing it and I knew it shouldn't be exciting me, but it did. I was hesitant at first, but as the men began to show an interest in me, I got into it. I began to feed on the attention and wanted more. I knew it was wrong, but I told myself it was OK, that I could handle it. The alcohol played a small part, by lowering my inhibitions, but I can't blame it on that." She thought a few seconds and said, "I guess, it's that I'm almost 50 and it made me feel good that other men, especially younger ones, still found me sexually attractive. I knew they just wanted to get in my pussy, but that was OK. I felt desirable. I felt desired."

I paused for a minute and said, "Understand this, there is no excuse for what I did. And, the fact that I couldn't control myself isn't your fault. It's entirely mine. But, I can't even remember the last time I felt desired by you. You never tell me I look good when I get dressed for some occasion. When we go out to a party, you don't pay any attention to me. You never tell me I'm beautiful and that you can't wait to get home and fuck me silly."

"I've tried to dress sexy for you. I've asked if you wanted to rent a dirty movie, or read erotic stories. I suggested going to a sex shop to look at toys. I bought that book on sexual positions and techniques and you wouldn't even look at it. You never want to try anything new. We have sex maybe twice a month. It's either I suck you off and you lick and rub me, or we make love, always with you on top. And, most of the time, I don't even have an orgasm. But, you never even ask if I did, or offer to rub me until I do. I have asked, but you acted like you didn't want to touch my pussy with your cum in me. So, I stopped asking. You just lie their satisfied and go to sleep. And, I'm left to satisfy myself."

"Our sex life has become dull, predictable, and virtually non-existent. We have become dull and predictable. And, it's not just your fault. I never out and out told you how I felt. I never said I wished our sex life could be more."

"What I did was inexcusable and purely selfish. No matter what, I should never have had sex with them. I don't know what I thought. Like I said, it reassured me that I was a desirable woman, even though you had stopped thinking of me that way a long time ago." 

Stan said, "It almost sounds like you're, at least partially, blaming me for what you did. And, I just can't buy it. If you were that unhappy, you owed it to me to tell me. I guess you tried to get me more interested in sex. But, damn it, before you went and fucked other men, you should have come to me and hit me in the head if you had to, to get my attention."

I said, "You're right. I guess I didn't try hard enough to let you know how I felt. I guess I assumed that your lack of interest said it all. I'm so sorry. Maybe, if I had taken more time to communicate my feelings and needs, we wouldn't be sitting here now. We would either be divorced or fucking each other silly." 

"I don't know what your plans are. Having known about this since last night, I'm sure you have some idea. I don't want a divorce and I don't want you to leave. This is all my fault. If anyone leaves, it'll be me. Or, we can both stay and I'll move into the guest bedroom. What do you want me to do?"

He sat there thinking and finally said, "For now, you can move into the guest room."

I said, "Thank you. I hate to bring this up, but are you going to call Helen's husband and tell him what we did? I'm not saying you should or shouldn't. I just want Helen to know what may be coming."

He said, "I hadn't really thought about it. I guess as a fellow cuckold, I should tell him. What do you think I should do?"

I said, "Well, if I were in your situation, I might want to tell him. It might give me some measure of satisfaction and revenge. But, I've probably ruined our marriage and if Helen doesn't stop, she's well on her way to ruining hers, without any help. It's up to you." 

He said, "I'll think about it." He turned to leave, then stopped and said, "One more thing. From all the dried cum on you and what was leaking out of you, it's obvious you didn't use condoms. You may have been expose to STDs. Right now, I don't plan to ever make love to you again, so I guess I don't really care. But, for your own safety, you should get checked. I've got to get out of here and try to sort this out. I'll be back late tonight." Then he left.

I sat there for an hour, crying and thinking about what I did. I was a fool. I finally went and moved my clothes and toiletries to the guest bedroom and guest bath.

About 5:00pm I called Helen and asked if Tom and Adam had left. She said, "Yes, they left about 4:00pm. After you left, we got up, showered and ate lunch. Then we had another session. You should've stayed. You would have enjoyed it." I started crying and she asked, "What's wrong?" I couldn't answer, I just kept crying. Again she asked, "Betty, please tell me, what's wrong?"

I finally said, "Stan was waiting for me when I got home. He started asking questions and I started lying. He kept asking questions, pointing out holes in my story, so finally I told him I went with you to play the game. But, I told him I stopped at letting them feel me up. I denied having sex with them. He kept asking more questions and I kept lying. Finally, I told him everything." 

Helen said, "Why on earth did you do that? You could've talked your way out of it."

I said, "No, he knew last night. He was just seeing how big a mess I would make." 

"How could he know?"

I said, "After I left, I tried to call Stan, but my cell was dead. I know charged it yesterday, so I thought the battery was bad. Stan reminded me that the phone would only work for about 3 hours if it were continuously on a call. I guess I didn't hit the END button to hang up. When he called last night, he heard everything we said in the kitchen. And then, I took my phone and put it on the coffee table in the den. He heard everything we said and did, until my battery died. He also recorded it on his voice recorder."

Helen said, "Oh No! I can't believe this is happening. What's he going to do?" 

I said, "Right now, he's not going to do anything. He left to think about it, but he's coming back tonight. I offered to leave, but he said I could move into the guest bedroom. Before you ask, I asked if he was going to tell Bill. He's thinking about it. I'll let you know." 

She said, "How could you have been so stupid? I never should have gotten you into this. I should've just kept quiet and everything would be fine."

I said, "I wish I hadn't gotten involved too, but not for your reasons. What we did was wrong. If you and Bill decide you want an open marriage, that's fine. But, you can't do it behind his back. Eventually, he'll find out and you'll be in my position. Stop while you're ahead. One more thing, actually I never thought about it, Stan did. Even after what I did to him, he thought about me. We didn't use condoms. We could've been exposed to who knows what. We need to get checked. I'll call you when Stan tells me if he's going to tell Bill. Bye." 

Stan came home at 11:00pm and headed to bed. He stopped and said, "I've decided not to tell Bill. I've never met him and don't even know him. I figure if he was stupid enough to play their game, he should've known the possible consequences. I have enough to worry about." Then he went to bed.

I called Helen and told her Stan wasn't going to tell. She was relieved and said we could talk more at work.

Monday, Stan left before me and didn't come home until l0:00pm. He didn't talk to me and went straight to bed. On Tuesday, it was the same thing. Wednesday morning, I got up very early and was waiting for him. I asked, "Why are you leaving early and coming home late? You won't answer your phone at work, or your cell. Why won't you talk to me?"

He said, "I don't have anything to say to you. I honestly don't want to be around you right now. I'm still trying to work things out in my mind and make a decision about our, no, my future. I'm talking with a marriage counselor and I want you to leave me alone. I'll talk to you when I'm ready."

This went on for 3 weeks. I couldn't take much more of this. Finally, when he came home Friday night, he told me he had made some decisions and we would talk in the morning. He didn't say anything else, he just went to bed.

Saturday, I made breakfast and we ate together for the first time since I moved to the guest room. He still said nothing. I was able to really look at Stan and noticed how bad he looked. He must have aged 5 years in the last 3 weeks. I felt so bad that I caused him such pain.

After we finished and cleaned up, we sat in the den. I waited for him to start. He just sat there for several minutes and there were tears in his eyes. I just knew he was about to end our marriage. He took a deep breath and said, "I don't know what to do. Three weeks ago, I thought my life was great and now my marriage and my life are in shambles. I can't begin to tell you the pain you've caused me. I don't think you'll ever really understand how much you've hurt me. I know I'll never be able to forget it and I'm not sure I can ever forgive you. And, if I can't forgive you, our marriage is over."

"We've been married for over 25 years. You've been my best friend and my lover. You've taken care of our daughter and me. I've loved you more than anything and I thought we had a good marriage. I guess I never realized we had such a problem with our sex life. I remember when we first got married, we made love 5 or 6 times a week. We experimented with each other and tried everything. We were passionate and just your smile could get me hard. As time went by, things changed, especially after we had Gloria. She became our focus and rightfully so. But, I'm afraid it was at our expense. For me, the passion and sexual desire seems to have faded. I guess I got comfortable in the rut we fell in and didn't want to see it. After Gloria graduated and left, you said you felt alone. You had spent so much of your time taking care of her, that you had nothing to fall back on. I did, I guess that's why it didn't hit me so hard. And, when you tried to focus on us, I ignored your needs. I ignored you. You tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. I'm sorry. In my mind and heart, I really did love and desire you, but I stopped telling and showing you."

"Having said that, I acknowledge my part in what happened. But, that's still no excuse for what you did. It didn't give you the right to be unfaithful to me. You should've tried harder to tell me. You should have been so blunt as to tell me that if things didn't change, you were going go fuck other men, in just those words. Then, if I refused, you were free to do what you wanted, or ask for a divorce. But, until you did that, you had no right!" 

"Did you plan to separate our marriage into two parts; I provide companionship, stability, emotional and financial support, while you take on lovers for passion and sexual satisfaction? Basically, did you plan to just use me?"

I said, "No, I never thought that. However convoluted it sounds, I mistakenly thought it would some how make out sex life and our marriage better. I was stupid and selfish. I don't know what else to say. I guess I thought I found a shortcut to happiness, not realizing I was bypassing you. I'm sorry. I betrayed your trust and I hurt you unmercifully. If I could do it over, I would, but I can't change what happened." We sat there for several minutes, neither of us speaking. I finally asked, "What do we do? Do you want a divorce? I certainly don't. Can you even try to forgive me? I know it wouldn't happen over night. It would take a long time for you to ever trust me again. And, you may never really, completely trust me again. But, I promise you, I may mess up and make mistakes, but I will never, ever betray your trust and fidelity again." Tears came to my eyes. "I promise." Then I broke down crying. Stan just sat there, watching me cry. After a few minutes, he came over and held me and began to cry himself. Finally, we were cried out and just sat there holding each other.

Stan said, " I still love you. I want to try. I don't want a divorce. I'll try to forgive you for what you did. It will take some time, but I hope we'll be alright. Do you want to try?"




Playing the Game



I said, "Oh Yes, I do." Then, I buried my head in his shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably. I couldn't believe it. I didn't deserve a second chance. He just held me until I stopped. Then he said, "Let's move your things back into our bedroom. I'm not ready to make love to you yet. I won't even consider it until you get tested. But, I want you back in our bedroom with me." 

I had already been tested and was OK. Eventually, we started making love again. At first, it was extremely difficult for Stan. He kept wondering if I was thinking about, or comparing him to Tom. I told him not to worry. The one thing Helen was right about, was that there's no comparison. Stan wins. Our marriage and particularly our sex life is better than ever. But, it's definitely not the preferred path to a revitalized marriage.

The ordeal strained my friendship with Helen and we drifted apart. About 2 months later, Helen told me that Bill caught her in their bed with another man. Bill told her he was going out of town, but he didn't. Instead, he followed her and watched her in the club. When she took the guy home, he waited for them to get in bed and walked in on them. He even took pictures. I have my suspicions that Stan may have said something to Bill. When I told Stan about it, he didn't say a thing. He just shook his head and smiled. Bill wasn't as forgiving as Stan. He threw her out and filed for divorce. Some people never learn, but I did.



Playing the Game



We got invited to an old friend's house for a winter weekend. My husband and I drove to the city from our country residence each with our own little weekend-sized duffle bags. Drew and Karly's apartment overlooked the city and had stellar views from every direction. The four of us have always enjoyed sitting around their living room, having drinks, eating amazing meals while watching the sun go down and the city lights go on. It's particularly beautiful when it snows.

Drew met us at the door, and shook my husband Ryan's hand, then he embraced me quickly. Though it had been only six months since I'd seen him, Drew looked older, more tired. He looked bent at his shoulders like he was concealing his six-foot frame. He wore head-to-toe black. Black socks, black jeans, black long-sleeve t-shirt. His once full brown hair was thinning at the forehead. And for the first time I felt that my group of friends was really getting closer to 40 than we were 30, and I wondered where the hell the time had gone.

Drew called up the stairs to Karly as we put down our bags and took off our coats. And, in a flash, Karly bounded around the corner as elegant as ever. Her thick, curly raven hair was at her shoulders. The ends of it brushed against the top of her breasts that were pushed up into a dark lacy, purple shirt. She also wore black jeans but sported clean, bare feet with a fresh pedicure. 

I stood in the doorway staring at how the two of them matched in all of their perfect urban-ness. 

Ryan and I looked suburban. Both of us were in our blue Gap denim. I'd managed to put on a t-shirt without any logos or writing on them, which was my achievement for the day, while Ryan wore his usual computer geek t-shirt hidden underneath a dark fleece full of his favorite cat's hair.

I slid off my tennis shoes and heard someone in the living room sneeze. As I looked around the corner, I was greeted by another old friend from when we lived in the city -- Ben. 

"Ben!" I exclaimed rushing toward him to give hugs and a kiss. He was full of smiles at me and he nodded a hello to Ryan behind me. "Where's Emily?" I asked. 

"On travel for work this week, I'm afraid," he answered. "Drew and Karly were nice enough to invite me over for dinner with you guys."

An hour later we were all feeling quite full from dinner. Drew outdid himself with the food, while Karly and Ryan poured cocktail after cocktail. We were getting more loud and more boisterous as the evening wore on. The January temperatures were well below freezing, so venturing out into the cold was extraordinarily unappealing. After he poured us some coffee, Drew went to fetch us dessert. I offered to set a fire in their fireplace but it was proving ot be difficult.

"You know it's just a gas one right?" Ben laughed as he saw me struggling. 

"It's the flue, jackass. It won't open." I'd had four martinis and my brain power was not what it normally is.

"Here, let me help," he offered. Ben kneeled on the floor beside me and poked his head into the fireplace to check out the flue mechanism. As he sat there, I leaned in next to him to see if he really saw anything different than I did.

"I swear you just pull the lever," I said. 

He reached his hand up to touch it, and I pulled myself out of the cold fireplace noticing his smell. I'm not sure how to define it. It wasn't cologne or deodorant or aftershave. It wasn't body odor, at least in the sweaty sense. It was Ben. Warm, comforting, confident -- Ben. He, too, was aging before my eyes. He had obvious crow's feet around his eyes from years of laughter. His hair was graying at the temples and a small beer belly was protruding over his belt from years spent behind a computer eating crap at work. It was not unlike the bellies of any of us in the room. We'd all kind of surrendered our youthful physical attractiveness to a steady but overwhelming career that ensured a sedentary lifestyle by requiring us to work long hours and have long commutes for financial prosperity.

"Meredith, he's got it. Come sit with me," Ryan called. 

I smiled at Ben and went over to sit with my husband on the sofa. Karly ran in and poured another martini into my glass from the shaker before leaving again and helping Drew carry out the cheesecake. 

We all ate our dessert silently after our initial declarations of appreciation for Drew's cooking skills. 

"Maybe we should play a game," Karly asked. "Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble, something." 

"Let me go see what I have," Drew offered. He wandered down the hall and came back with a small, black square box. 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"Truth or Dare," Drew answered taking off the top. "Karly and I have only played it with each other but I think it would be more fun as a larger group. The way it works is that someone starts and chooses someone to ask them a Truth or Dare question from one of these boxes. You get to pick who asks you the question, but we go around the room clockwise and each get a turn. The board has 25 spaces. You get 1 point for each successful truth -- and successful is determined by the group -- and 2 points for each successful dare. First one to 25 wins.

"Sounds easy enough," Ben answered.

"Great, then I'll start. Karly, ask me a truth." 

Karly leaned forward and drew a truth card from one of the two boxes. "Have you ever been caught by your mother masturbating?"

"Consciously, I have no memory of that and if it happened, I'm glad I don't remember or had the ability to block it."

"Move ahead one," she answered laughing at his honesty. 

Ryan looked up, "Ben, ask me a truth question."

Ben picked a card from the box, "How long has it been since you've had sex?"

Ryan looked at me, like I was going to help him figure out the answer. It had been a long, long time. I'm not sure how the interest started waning, but it did — for both of us. We had been in a rut. 

"She can't help you," Karly said. 

"A few weeks I guess," Ryan said breaking my eye contact.

Everyone in the room looked at me. I blushed. "I guess if weeks is the same as months, he's telling the truth."

"Beep," Drew squeaked. "Survey says?" Ben and Karly shook their heads and Ryan's game piece stayed where it was.

"Karly, give me a dare," I asked. I am a terrible liar and the truth is that if the questions were personal enough to ask about our sex life, they could ask me all kinds of other questions I wasn't ready to answer.

"Pick the most unattractive part of your body and show it to the person to your left for 10 seconds." 

"No!" I said. The boys all giggled. "I'm not stripping!" 

"It just says body part, it could be your feet," Drew pointed out. 

"But it's not," I answered. I was kind of slurring my words and a third of the way through my fifth martini at this point. 

I could feel Ben's eyes burn into the side of my head as I stared at our hosts. Then I leaned over and whispered into my husband's ear. 

"Is it okay with you, if I show him my least favorite part of my body?" I asked. Ryan looked at me and nodded before he kissed me on the cheek. "Do I have to do this with you guys watching?" I asked again. 

"No, it doesn't say you have to," Karly pointed out.

Ben sat in the large leather chair with his legs crossed and a beer in his left hand. I took his right hand in mine. "Come with me, please." I lead him into the kitchen and stood before him.

"I don't know what you're going to show me, but you don't have to... I can just tell them that you did it," he offered.

"Hey, I'm cool with that. I'm pretty sure there's nothing underneath these clothes that anyone wants to see any more," I said as I turned to walk back to the group. Ben grabbed my arm before I could get through the swinging doors.

"There's not an inch of you I wouldn't want to see," he said quietly as he held my elbow.

My eyebrows furrowed at his response in confusion. "What?"

He pulled me closer to him. I could smell his smell again. It was the seductive aroma of self-confidence. "You heard me," he whispered. "Show me."

I lifted my t-shirt over my head and stood in my bra in the kitchen. Slowly I peeled down the straps and pulled them away from me so he could look at my breasts. Karly was large breasted. Her breasts were gorgeous, round and perky. She wore pretty bras all the time and showed them off under gorgeous, stylish clothes. 

I felt my breasts were medium and droopy. I looked more like the cover girl on a National Geographic who has had a dozen children than something anyone would ever want to look at. 

I counted to 10 under my breath and stared at the sink while he looked at me. When I got to 10, I pulled the straps back into place and put my shirt on. I tried to escape the room back to my drink to let the liquor make me feel less self-conscious, but before I could get out of the room, Ben had his hands on my shoulders and was pulling me closer to him.

"You're beautiful," he said. 

"Don't lie," I said. "It's not nice."

"I'm not lying. It was all I could do not to touch them," he said before he let me go.

I went back to the couch and Ben sat in his chair. 

"Was it ugly?" Ryan asked. 

"Only to her," Ben said smiling at him.

"Ben, it's your turn," Karly indicated. 

"Dare, please Karly," he said.

Karly pulled out a Dare card, when she turned it over it said, "Challenge." 

"The person who pulls the card must perform a dare specified by the person whose turn it is. If he/she accomplishes the task, they go 1 space, while the person whose turn it is, still gets the two points. However, if the party fails to complete the Dare, the original party misses his/her next turn. 

Ben looked around the room and then took a sip. He whispered in Karly's ear what he wanted her to do. She giggled some and kept looking at me. She whispered into Drew's ear the way I had whispered to Ryan several minutes ago. He nodded his approval at her and she approached me. 

I fidgeted in my chair as she lowered herself to her knees between my legs. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked softly. My eyes opened big and I looked at Ben and then at Ryan. Ben was leaning back in his chair staring at my face. He was watching me process emotions. It was very voyeuristic. Ryan was leaning back on the couch with his eyes squinting like he couldn't blink or he might miss something. Drew wore a devious smile on his face.

"No," I answered. 

"Would you like to?"

I sighed. She was so pretty kneeling there. She looked enthused, yet patient. So I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her. She moaned a little at the contact, and I found myself continuing to kiss her. Her tongue slid into my mouth ever so slowly. Her lips were amazingly soft. After a few seconds, Drew cleared his throat. "I think that'll fulfill the Dare," he said. 

I opened my eyes and looked at Ryan. His mouth was slightly open. It wasn't a look of horror or disbelief. He was turned on. Drew and Ben wore similar traits of excitement. 

"This is a much better game with more people. Meredith, read me a truth," Karly requested.

I plucked the next card from the box. "Name your top three erogenous zones," I said.

"That's easy. Lips, ears and clit."

Drew nodded confirming the three. Karly leaned forward and moved her space on the board. "Ryan, read me a Dare." 

Ryan looked at the card once, shook his head and then took a gulp of his drink. "Drew, run around outside naked for 15 seconds."

"Um, it's cold out there, and we're on the 30th floor."

"We could change it a little," Ryan offered. You could run around the apartment."

No one protested, so Drew stood up behind his chair and pulled off his shirt. Karly giggled madly as she watched Drew smile sheepishly as he pulled down his pants. He even removed his socks. 

"He so doesn't like to lose," Karly said as Drew took off toward the kitchen, around the dining room, toward the bedrooms and back to the living room. He made two passes striding like a proud animal showing off with his soft penis bobbing around before he came back and put his pants back on.

"Meredith, sweetie. Read me a truth," Ryan requested. It was clear the alcohol was making us all a lot more horny.

"What turns you on the most?" I asked.

"Your blowjobs."

I turned red, but the group giggled and stared at me.

"Seriously. She has this thing she does with her tongue that when we first started dating, I thought was bizarre. But every time she does it now, it makes me cum like mad."

"Why has it been months since you've had sex, then?" Karly asked with her eyebrow cocked.

Ryan looked at his shoes and shrugged. "I have no idea. I guess we just get busy."

"Drew, read me a Dare," I asked.

Drew took the card, read it and smirked.

"Suck the person to your right's index finger -- suggestively."

I picked up Ryan's hand. I slowly kissed his wrist, the base of his hand and then kissed up his finger. His hands were large, meaty really. I slid my lips over his finger and pushed it to the back of my throat. Slowly, I pulled it out and suckled on the tip before I pushed it back down. I repeated the movement a few times, then kissed the tip of his finger and placed his hand back on his knee.

Drew and Karly clapped. Ben placed his empty beer on the table and pushed the box of truth cards toward me. 

I read it slowly. "Who in the room are you most attracted to and why?"

Instead of quickly giving a name, Ben sat back in his chair and thought about it. "Well, Drew, clearly after your run around the house, we all know what your assets are. And they're intriguing, but then again, if Karly and Ryan look as good naked as they do dressed..."

"Your answer?" I said figuring my display of "Breasts in decline" in the kitchen had eliminated me completely. 

"You."

"Excuse me?"

"As much as everyone else in the room is lovely in their own way. I am most attracted to you."

"Why?" I asked reproachfully.

"Because you are the only one in the room who has no idea how beautiful you are."

I blushed profusely. I stared at the floor because everyone was staring at me. Karly reached forward and picked a card out of the dare box and handed it to Drew.

"Play 7 minutes in Heaven with the player of your choice. We don't have a closet big enough to fit two people right now, but you can use my office."

Karly grabbed Drew's hand and led her husband down the hall. They shut the door and Ben started the timer on his watch.

"I think I'm going to use the restroom," Ryan said. 

"You trust leaving her in a room alone with me?" Ben asked laughing.

"No, I trust her."

Ryan went down the hall and I sat on the couch staring at my black and white striped sock-covered feet that rested on the coffee table.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" Ben asked quietly.

"Yes," I said blushing again.

"Is it a good uncomfortable or a bad uncomfortable?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. 

"You know where this game is going, don't you?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, I probably do."

"Do you think Karly and Drew had it in their minds before they invited us all over?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you think Ryan knew before you got here?" he continued.

I thought about it. He did wear his favorite underwear, and he spent more time in front of the mirror grooming. Hell, he even used mouthwash and flossed his teeth. Fuck, he did know.

I looked at Ben and asked, "Did you know?"

"Yes."

"So everyone knew but me?"

Ben didn't say anything.

"Ben, where's Emily?" I asked wondering if his wife disapproved.

He looked sad for a moment and then said, "She moved out two months ago. She met someone else." 

"Ben, I'm—" 

"I'm getting another beer, would you like me to make you another martini?" he said cutting off my apologies.

"No, I think I've had enough liquor. Water maybe?"

Ryan returned. "Did I miss anything?" he asked bending over to kiss me quickly.

I shook my head no, as I watched Ben walk out of the room. 

"Are you okay with the game, so far?" Ryan asked interested. 

"Are you okay with it?" I asked.

"It is probably going to get more physical, but if you want to stop, just tell me. We can just retire to the guest room for the night."

"And I'll be in there alone with you, then?"

Ryan smiled slyly. 

"I guess this is considered spicing up our sex life?" I said. He didn't answer.

Ben brought me my ice water. He also brought out a plate of cheese and crackers. I picked up a cracker and chewed nervously as Ben's watch beeped. He went down the hall and knocked. "Time's up."

Drew came out first. His hair was ruffled and out of place. His cheeks were red. Karly followed. Her shirt was untucked but she looked radiant. Happy.

Drew picked up a dare card and handed it to Ben to read.

"Stand naked in front of the group for 30 seconds."

"Why the hell do I get all the naked ones?" he asked standing up and ripping off his shirt. 

"Cause you're the pretty one," Ben answered.

Drew pulled down his pants and lowered his briefs. His penis was still standing at attention from his 7 minutes with Karly in the closet. 

Ryan immediately drew a dare card and handed it to me. "Massage the bare buttocks to the person to your right."

Drew rolled his eyes -- still standing between his chair and the couch naked. 

"Nothing like killing two birds with one stone," Karly laughed, leaning back into her chair. 

Ryan stood up and walked behind Drew.

"Just so you know, I've never touched another man's bare ass," Ryan said. "So if I suck at it, I'm sorry."

"He usually provides pretty clear direction," Karly answered smiling as Ryan placed his hands over Drew's butt cheeks and began to squeeze and massage them. 

"You been working out?" Ryan asked Drew joking.

"A little bit," Drew laughed back. 

I laughed out loud at their exchange. They both looked extraordinarily uncomfortable. 

"That's what we like to see, two men comfortable with their sexuality," Ben said mocking the exchange.

When they were done, Drew pulled his clothes back on. He left his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped to relieve the pressure of his hard on.

I pulled another dare card and handed it to Karly.

"Get permission from someone in the room and kiss something besides their lips."

I looked around at each of them. Ryan smiled at me. I swear Drew's pants moved as he thought of the idea of me possibly kissing his penis. Karly and Ben just sat in anticipation. 

I chose safety.

I stood up and walked around the coffee table to Karly. "Karly, may I please kiss one of your breasts?"

She handed Drew the card and pulled her lacy shirt down along with the cups of her bra exposing her supple breasts to the room. They were exactly how breasts were supposed to be: soft, even, perky. I lowered myself to my knees and placed my lips to her left nipple. I kissed it with tongue taking the nipple into my mouth, moving it around. Karly began to play with her right breast as I stimulated the other. Her breathing slowed, and she put her other hand on the back of my neck. 

I sat up and smiled at her. She put her shirt and bra back together and leaned forward and gave me a small kiss on my lips. "Thank you," she said.

I nodded and returned to my seat on the couch. Ben reached forward and chose a dare card and handed it to Karly.

"Using nothing but words, turn on another person of the same sex." 

"Drew, did you like watching Meredith pleasuring your wife? Did you like how gently she lowered herself to her knees to be sexually submissive. Did you enjoy seeing how your wife responded affectionately to the touch of another woman? Did you suddenly wish while she was on her knees Meredith would lean over and kiss your dick the way she made love with her lips to Karly's breast? Or did you just want to push Meredith onto the table and fuck her with all of us watching?




Playing the Game



As he talked, Drew's hand crept down into his jeans. He began to stroke himself in a smooth, regular pattern. He didn't stop when Ben stopped talking. Karly pulled a truth card and handed it to Ben.

"Which would you rather be the voyeur or exhibitionist?"

"The exhibitionist," she answered. Drew was still in the middle of masturbating. His dick was in full view of all of us now.

Karly pulled a truth card for him and read. "Drew, sweetie, have you ever fucked someone of the same sex?"

"No," he answered. 

Ryan picked up a dare card and handed it to me. "It's a challenge card. Dare someone in this room to do something you never thought he or she would do?"

Ryan looked at me and then at Karly. "Karly, get naked in front of all of us, and finish off your husband. He needs you."

Karly looked at Ryan. Her mouth opened into a large O, until she turned and saw Drew staring at her. He'd pulled his pants down to his ankles. He had fire in his eyes. And to them the rest of us were suddenly lost. Karly stood up, stripped down and where I would have gone for the blow job, Karly climbed into Drew's lap, straddled him and started to ride him. Her perfect breasts bounced while she rode him.

I felt my increasing wetness soak my panties as I watched them. I shifted my legs to try and relieve some of the pressure. Ryan put his hand on my knee and slid it up my thigh. I couldn't take my eyes away. 

Drew groaned and placed his hands on his wife's hips. Karly's heavy breathing filled the room. I noticed no one had moved any pieces on the board in the last round. The board was superfluous. 

I shook my head and pulled out a truth card. I handed it to Ben. He looked at me, then at the couple, and then at the card. It was what he was waiting for.

"What is your dirtiest little secret?" he asked. 

Ryan wasn't paying attention to the fact that I'd continued the game. Nor that I was about to tell Ben something that Ryan never in the seven years of marriage knew. I stood up and leaned over Ben. My hands directed his face so it pointed toward the couple having sex in the chair across from us.

"No one knows this but you. No one. When I masturbate, I always have wet orgasms, but I've never had one with a partner."

"How wet is wet?" he asked. "Like ejaculating?"

"That's a little something for me to know... and you to find out," I answered before moving back to my seat. 

Ben scrambled for the Dare box. As he picked up the card, Drew came into Karly. He clutched her shoulders and rammed her down onto his cock as he did it. Karly kissed her husband, who placed both of his hands on her breasts and began massaging her nipples with his thumbs. "You are a goddess," he told her. She wiggled in response to the stimulation on her breasts.

"Karly," Ben said approaching the couple. "Read my dare card?"

"We skipped Meredith," she said.

"No, she answered a question. You were just a bit busy to hear it."

Karly turned the card over and read the dare to the room. "Let someone in the room tie you up naked. You have to remain that way until someone unties you."

Karly rose from Drew's spent penis. "Let me get you some ties," Karly said excusing herself from the room and walking naked to the bedroom. 

"Karly's good at that one," Drew said to him tucking his dick back into his underwear and putting on his pants. "Just so you know. Somewhere along the way she learned about knots."

Ben smiled at him. Karly returned in a silky robe and handed him a small plastic box containing rope, handcuffs, and some silky ties. Ben looked at me -- hard. And then without breaking the gaze, he handed the box to Ryan. 

"If you would, please, Ryan?"

Ryan stood up with the box as Ben undressed in front of us. Ryan went into the dining room and came back with one of the hard wooden chairs. Ben sat down on it and Ryan tied each of his hands to the bars below the base of the chair on each side. Then he tied each of his feet to one of the legs. Finally, he used the rope to keep Ben's torso attached to the back of the chair. 

"Are they tight enough to keep you in place?" Karly asked. "We don't want you to get hurt."

Ben's gaze still hadn't left me. "They're fine." The entire time, I kept myself from looking over Ben's body. Instead, I kept my eyes locked onto his whenever I got up the courage to look his way.

Karly pulled out a truth card and handed it to me to read. "Are you a generous lover?" I asked her. 

"No, I'm pretty damn selfish," she said. Drew laughed in confirmation. Karly drew a dare card for Drew. "Make someone in the room hard."

Drew looked from Ryan to Ben. He rose and moved toward Ben. For the first time I looked at Ben. His arm muscles and pecks were strong. He was relatively hairless. But mostly, I loved how his soft green eyes grew more an more bright as he looked at me. Ben's penis was limp and lying against his left thigh. Drew stood behind him and started whispering something in Ben's ear. Then he spit on his hand and brought it around and started massaging Ben's testicles. Ben's eyes fluttered at the contact. His penis began to extend. Drew whispered some more and moments later, Ben sat in full erection with a drip of pre-cum on top of his dick. 

Ryan read his own dare card. "Pull down your pants and have someone spank you five times for playing this game and being very, very naughty."

Ryan couldn't yank down his pants fast enough. "Finally, I get a little something," he said. He walked toward Karly and bent over the coffee table and looked at me. "Karly, could you?"

"With pleasure," she responded. "Bad boy." Karly smacked Ryan's ass. As she did, he met my eyes. "You're naughty too, Mere," he said. "So very naughty, tonight. Maybe I should spank you."

I suddenly wanted to run from the room. It was my turn and things had gone that direction. The direction to which there was no return.

I sighed and looked at the boxes. My husband pulled up his pants, but before he walked away from Karly. He kissed her on the lips. "Thanks beautiful," he said.

"Truth or Dare, Meredith?" Drew asked. I didn't know which one to choose. I was freezing up. "Mere?"

"Dare," I whispered. Drew picked up the card. "French Kiss each of the players starting with the person on your right."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned and eagerly kissed my husband. It was familiar and perfect. Then I approached Drew. I sat in his lap, put my arms around his shoulders and we began to kiss. His kisses were far more hurried, demanding. 

Karly was a known quantity. She stood to kiss me. She put her hand behind my head and ran it through my long hair as we drank each other. When we pulled apart she made an "mmm" noise. 

Then there was Ben. Amazing, charming, naked, tied to a chair, holding emotionally a stereo of his head for me, Ben. 

I straddled his lap and looked at him in the eyes. Then I pushed my lips onto his and began to kiss him slowly, purposefully. His hard penis pushed against my stomach. He pulled against his restraints. I touched nothing but his lips. When I moved away to finish the kiss, he lunged at me for more, but I slunk back to my couch and pulled a dare card for him.

"Mmm, I'm not sure how you're supposed to do this tied up, but it says to 'dance seductively with another player'."

"Karly, can you help me out?" Ben asked.

Karly turned on some music and approached Ben. She opened her robe and began to dance around him. They simulated kisses, touches and then she turned around and simulated sitting down on his dick, while Ben pulled himself toward her perfectly round ass in rhythmic lunges. 

Karly turned the music off and asked Ryan to pull a dare card for her. 

"Let a player lick food off of your naked body."

Drew was in the kitchen and back in a flash with left over raspberry sauce from the cheesecake. But instead of choosing her husband, Karly chose mine. 

We cleared off the coffee table and naked Karly laid down on it. Her legs were spread and her feet rested on the floor supporting her lower body. Drew stared between her legs. Ryan took the container and began to pour the room temperature red liquid up and down her body. He ran his tongue over her belly, between her breasts and up to her neck. He kissed her and continued to drop the sauce on each of her nipples, her hip bones and finally her clit and vagina. 

I watched excitedly as my husband was eagerly eating out my friend on the coffee table while we all looked on. 

Karly writhed around on the table. Her hands played with her breasts as she shouted commands and yeses until her whole body spasmed and jolted. 

Ryan's face emerged. His face was covered in vaginal fluid and red raspberry sauce. Then without a word, he moved toward me and kissed me. I could taste the raspberry. I could taste Karly. And I'm pretty sure there was still a bit of Drew in there too. 

Drew handed Karly a truth card to read as she caught her breath on the table. 

"Which is the greatest pleasure for you, orgasm or making someone orgasm?"

"Making," he said quickly. "But now apparently watching you orgasm while someone else puts in the work, is pretty high up there too."

"Pick a dare card for me, Mere." Ryan requested. 

"It's a challenge: Watch the person to your left—" I couldn't finish.

Ryan took the card from me. He looked at my discomfort and said, "You can say no, Mere. It's okay."

Everyone in the room looked concerned and curious. 

"Seriously, Meredith," said Karly. "Whatever it is, you don't have to do it if you don't want. We can pull a different card." She reached for the box, but I put up my hand.

"No, I know what I want."

I got up and approached Ben. I sat in his lap and kissed him again. His hands moved against the ropes trying to get a hold on me.

"More kissing?" he asked.

"More than kissing," I answered lowering myself to untie the ties at his feet, his hands and his torso. When he was free, he rubbed his wrists -- waiting.

I stood in front of him and began to undress. It was slow and seductive. I was stripping for his enjoyment. 

"Ryan, what does the card say?" Ben asked cautiously when I stood before him naked.

"It says, watch the person on your left orgasm with the partner of his or her choice."

Ben looked at me from head to toe. He didn't move.

"Ben, could you help me—" It was all I got out. He charged at me, and I retreated. We did this all the way to the door of the guest room. The group followed. Ben backed me onto the queen-sized bed, and I lay down on my back with him on top of me. He slid over my body and began to kiss me. These were not mad kisses of wild sex. These were serious kisses. These kinds of kisses were working toward an investment. He wanted the big pay off. He lowered his mouth to my breasts.

"They're so soft and amazing," he said. "I've wanted to touch them all night." I moaned at the comment as his hands moved around my body. They traced and tickled and massaged. He moved his lips to my clit and I shook. He held my legs apart and ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs. I pushed my feet up and forced my vagina further into his face. I began to pant as he worked me into a fury.

"I know that sound," I heard Ryan whisper. "She's getting close."

Drew was standing behind Karly, who still stood with her robe open. He was running his hands over her body and massaging her breasts. Ryan had crossed the room and was sitting in an empty chair watching me being pleasured by another man. 

I closed my eyes and let Ben work. When I was wild with frustration, he turned me over on the bed, so that I faced Ryan. Then he inserted his penis into me and cursed at my husband. "How do you not make love to her every day," he asked Ryan. "She's so soft. So willing. So attentive. So flexible. So," -- he swirled his dick around in me before finishing his sentence "perfect."

Ryan moved toward me and kissed my lips. He ran his fingers over my nipples as Ben continued to enjoy me from behind. 

"I have an idea," Ben said disconnecting our bodies. "Meredith, turn onto your back." I rolled over exposing my entire naked body to the room. 

Ben moved off the bed and pulled me down to the end. He reinserted his penis and looked at me.

"Karly, can you start kissing her on her lips?"

"Hell, yes," she answered moving onto the bed. 

"Drew and Ryan, you get the breasts and the clit."

The guys lay down on either side of me and started running their rough hands over my nipples. Ryan worked his way down to where another man's penis was pumping into me and began to work my clit. I moaned into Karly's mouth.

"I love you," Ryan said into my ear. "I love seeing you aroused."

"In the interest of the game, I picked up the next dare card," Karly said. She looked at Ben.

I looked up at Karly's face. She had a smile of trouble on it. "You want me to tell you what it is?"

Ben nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Cum somewhere new and different."

We all laughed. "I think I can do that," Ben answered. "But Meredith isn't done with her turn, yet."

Drew disengaged and walked behind Ben. Ben held my legs to him as Drew lowered himself out of my sight.

"Meredith, I'm going add a finger to your stimulation," Drew said. 

I closed my eyes as Karly moved down from my mouth to kiss my breasts with Ryan.

Drew pulled at my anus gently. I felt a glob of something warm and wet being rubbed around it. 

"Ben, I've never," I said looking at him suddenly scared. 

"No worries," he said. "It's just a small toy."

Drew gently pushed in a small object that began to buzz. I arched my back as Karly's hand replaced Ryan's on my clit. She had the perfect speed and pressure. I began to cum. My vaginal walls clamped onto Ben's dick as the pulsed. 

"I can feel you, Meredith," Ben said to me. But I was lost. I was lost in my senses. Two to three seconds into my orgasm Drew shouted. 

"Oooh, she's a squirter," Drew announced, as my lower body tightened and pushed fluid out all over Ben's hips and waist.

"Everyone off," Ben commanded. He was completely in the heat of the moment.

He fell over on top of me and rolled me so I was on top of him. The anal toy remote fell behind me and between his legs. Drew turned up the speed of the egg while I rode Ben. 

Ben's face scrunched up, and I leaned over and kissed him. 

"Cum for me, Beautiful," I whispered as I moved up and down on his penis. His hands clenched my hips and forced me to move faster. Seconds later, he began to shout out his pleasure. 

When he was done, I kissed him several more times. 

"Well, now that that's done. I want a dare. Because I want to learn to squirt," Karly demanded. 

"Is it wrong that I'm tired," I said to Ben and Ryan. Ryan's mouth was still smiling at me after watching me orgasm. Then he looked hungrily at Karly.

Ben sighed and put his hand on my cheek affectionately. "I'm kind of spent too, you guys."

"Fine then, we'll see you two at breakfast. Shall we continue the game," Karly asked staring at Ryan. 

Drew raised his eyebrows. "I don't think we have another toy to do the anal simulation, he said."

"Fine then, let's go to our room. Maybe Ryan can help us out with the anal," Karly said sweeping from the room. "I'm pretty sure that threesome card was next in line, anyway."

I fell to Ben's side and he helped me remove the ball from my ass. 

"You are fabulous, Ben," I said. 

"Mmmm, good," he answered.

"Better than good," I said curling into his chest.

"How much better?"

"I'm a big believer in positive reinforcement. Give me a few hours of sleep and I'll show you the tongue maneuver Ryan talked about."

Ben curled into me. "You say things like that, and I'm ready now."

I moved my hand to his dick. It was semi-erect. 

I rolled away from him and guided his dick into my vagina from behind. He slowly pumped in and out as he kissed the back of my neck.

I rubbed my clit and the little clitoral orgasm hit me. It was still far too early for him.

Ben sighed and pulled me to him. "Sleep now, Meredith. I have a feeling we're all going to walk funny into work on Monday."



Playing the Game



(This is a partially true story. A club does exist, maybe in your hometown too. You should read Peggy's Story first.)

Peggy had told me how she had been forced to be a slut for the big shots in town who belonged to a secret club. They got young couples to enjoy the good life, and at the same time made sure that they got deep into debt. Then, they would threatened them with a layoff or calling in their loans. To keep up the good life the beautiful young wives would have to please the club members. Some did it for promotions. 

At a recent fund raiser, Peggy had pointed out some of the new members. A few seemed very reluctant.

The club happened to be in the back of the gym where Becky worked out. I told her to check it out and see what she could find.

................................................

On Monday, I had business up state and would be away for the night. Becky made her daily trip to the gym. Ty was there to assist with her workout. This time she took a closer look around. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Then she saw a door down a corridor leading to the back of the building. Rather nonchalantly Becky asked, "Where does that door lead, Ty?"

"I don't know." he responded. 

"How could you not know? You have worked here for months. Have you asked?" Becky quizzed. Becky and Ty had become fast friends despite the difference in their ages. Ty would talk about his girlfriends, and Becky would listen. Sometimes he asked her for advice. She gave him a woman's perspective. If she could get anyone to talk about the club, it would be Ty.

It was obvious Ty was uncomfortable. He glanced around to see if anyone could hear him. Then he said under his breath, "I don't really know. I was told never to ask or talk about it. If I did, I would lose my job. I was told it was a private gym for exclusive clientele. It has one of those security locks where you need a special card to enter. Even the manager of the club is not allowed past that door. They have their own special cleanup and maintenance crew. I have only seen a few people enter from this side. One of them is Mr. Field over there."

As Ty said this, he nodded to the man across the gym. Becky recognized him a the owner of the largest private shipyard in the state. He had money, old money and a lot of it.

Ty continued, "There is another door in the back that is used most of the time. The rear parking lot is secluded and surrounded by scrubs. Several times I worked my way through the bushes and saw a bunch of expensive cars and limos parked there on occasions but only in the evenings."

"Maybe we should take a look for ourselves?" Becky said with a devilish smiled.

Ty continued to talk in soft tones, "I don't know how we could do that. I don't know anyone who would let us in. If I got caught, it would mean my job." 

"Just a thought. My curiosity has gotten the better of me." Becky whispered.

Becky finished her workout and headed for the door. Mr. Field was leaving at the same time. As he came out of the men's locker room, something fell out of his gym bag. At the same time, Becky's towel fell to the floor. Mr. Field turned around and looked. Becky picked up her towel.

"Well, hello Mr. Field! How are you doing tonight?" Becky asked.

"Fine. Fine. Did I drop something? I thought that I heard something." Mr. Field said as he searched the floor.

"Why no, Mr. Field. I heard someone drop a weight on the gym floor just then." Becky lied, big time, and with that Scarlet O'Hara simp on her face.

"I guess that was it. I'm late. I have to go to be in Seattle tomorrow, and my plane is waiting. Have a good evening." Mr. Field said hurriedly as he dashed out of the gym to his catch his private jet. I always wondered how a guy who owned a private jet could be late, or early for that matter. It is his jet. It takes off when he says it takes off.

Once Mr. Field had left the building, Becky turned to Ty with a wicked smile on her face. From her towel, she produced a key card for one of those security locks. Ty gasped when he saw it. Ty recognized the card as a key for the security lock to the door leading to the back part of the gym.

"Are you crazy? You are going to get me fired. If anyone finds out, you will be kicked out of the gym. I seen people fired for being asking questions about that door. Give me the card." Ty whispered so no one could here him.

"Let's have a peek. It can't hurt. Aren't you curious." Becky smiled.

Ty was thinking. He knew better than to listen to Becky. But, what the hell. He was ready to move on anyway. "We close in about fifteen minutes. I have to lock up. Go get a drink and come back in thirty minutes. I'll turn out the lights. Park around the corner so no one will notice your car." 

Becky followed the plan when she returned it looked as if the gym was deserted. Even Ty's car was gone. Becky pulled around the corner, and there was Ty's car. She parked next to him, and Ty got out. They entered the gym through the emergency exit, which was hidden by shrubs. Ty had deactivated the alarm. He did not want anyone to see them entering the gym after hours. Though the darkness, they made their way to the door with the security lock. The lock had a red light that indicated that the door was locked. Becky put the card in the slot and the light turned green. Ty opened the door.

They were amazed. The room was illuminated by subdued lighting around the room. The place was luxurious. There was a well stocked bar on one side. Lavish couches spaced around the walls. A Jacuzzi nearly the size of a small pool. Giant digital tv's around the walls. A control panel that looked like it controlled the tv's and sound system. On one side of the room, a small stage stood with ropes hanging from the ceiling. There was a brass pole on one other side of the stage.

Ty pressed a button or two on the control panel and didn't get what he expected. There on a 52 inch digital screen was a young woman being fucked in the ass by Mr. Field. Ty pushed another button, and there appeared a young woman riding the cock of the CEO of the largest construction company in the state. Becky recognized the women as the wives of young executives at the bank. Ty turned the tv off and tried to wipe his fingerprints off everything he had touched. 

"We have got to get out of here!" Ty said.

"No. Let's look around some more." Becky said.

Just then, they heard a noise. Someone was coming in the back door. Becky and Ty headed for the door to the gym. But, they would never make it, there was no time. They ducked into a small closet. They closet contained mops and brooms. Unless it was the cleaning crew, the people who frequented the club would not have any reason to open the door. At least, that is what Becky told herself.

The closet had a louvered door. Becky and Ty could peak through the spaces between the louvers and see almost everything that went on in the room. The people on the other side of the door could not tell Becky and Ty were there unless they peaked through the louvers themselves.

Becky recognized several influential men from the area enter the club. They may not have been the richest men in town, but they were rich with "old money." Their families had been running "their" town since it was founded.

For the next few minutes, club members entered using their cards. Becky and Ty heard on the of members say, "Who gets to break in the new cunt? I hear that she is a fine piece of ass. Get the cards." 

A deck of cards was produced and the men began drawing. Someone drew a duce and everyone laughed. Someone said, "Hell, Matt, there won't be anything of her left by the time your turn comes around." 

Finally, some yelled, "I got the ace. She is mine to break in!"

Then, the women began to arrive in groups. They were driven there in limos. They didn't have cards, so they had to ring the buzzer. The members checked the security camera before they were allowed to enter. Ty had checked and did not see a security camera on the door to the gym. They were safe on that point.

The drinks were flowing. There was laughing and joking going on. Occasionally, one of the members would paw one of the women, or pinch their butt. Things escalated from there. Some of the women were soon topless. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

That is everyone but the young woman Becky recognized as Amy Stewart. Amy was a petite blond. She stood 5'3" and had a well proportioned body, a real nice ass and nicer boobs. Amy was being groped by one of the wealthiest businessmen in town, James Hatcher. James was head deacon at the largest church in town. He was at the head of every moral crusade in the state. He was a first class hypocrite.

Becky heard Hatcher say, "I got the ace, and I get to try your pussy first."

At that point, Amy broke away and headed toward the closet where Ty and Becky were hiding. They were afraid she was going to open the door. Both pulled back from the louvered door. Amy stopped in front of the door crying.

She was followed by Jan Thomas, the wife of the fastest rising junior partner in the most influential law firm in the state. Jan came up behind Amy and put her arms around her, "What is wrong, Amy? You have got to get back there." 

"I can't do it. I thought that I could, but I can't. I don't want to do this. My husband says that I have to do it. He says we will lose everything. But, I just can't. I don't care if we lose everything we have." Amy cried.

"Amy, you had your chance to back out well before you got this far. You are like the rest of us now. You chose to be here. You don't want to give up your membership in the country club. You don't want to give up your all expense paid vacation to Vail each year. You don't want to give up the luxury cars. You don't want to give up your home in that gated community. No matter what you say!

Amy, have you ever wondered why your husband was promoted to assistant commercial loan manager, or assistant home loan manager, or assistant head of the records department? They gave him those jobs to get to you. 

Your husband will always be the number two guy in any department he works in because he isn't smart enough to be the boss. They have to have someone over him to make sure that he doesn't screw everything up. You are the only reason he has a job at all. You and your body are supporting your family. Without you and this club, he would be lucky to get a job bagging groceries. And, you know it. You married him for his looks, not his brain.

Just remember that he knows what is happening here tonight, and he doesn't care enough to protect you from this. He is so greedy that he is willing to share his wife so he can be successful. And, remember you came here of your own free will. You share his greed." The speech was sobering. Ty and Becky could hear it all.

"But, I have changed my mind. I don't want to do this. I can't do it." Amy cried.

"Amy, once you walked though that door you passed the point of no return. They will not let you leave here scot-free after you have seen this den of iniquity. 

Lily Roberts changed her mind and is still regretting it. She promised not to say anything to anybody. But, they couldn't risk it. She and her husband were arrested, tried and convicted of embezzlement. A large amount of money disappeared from the section of the bank where her husband worked. One of the other girls testified that she saw Lily and her husband take a large envelope and put it in their safety deposit box. When the police opened the safety deposit box, they found the envelope full of money, the exact amount missing from the bank. They spent a year in jail and have another fourteen years of probation to worry about. If they do anything wrong, they will have to spend the other fourteen in jail."

"What do I do? I just can't." The tears were rolling down Amy's face.

"You go over to the bar and take two quick shots of bourbon or tequila. Then, you go into the bathroom and wash your face while the booze kicks in. Then, come out of the bathroom and take another shot. Then, you join the party and pretend you are with someone you want to be with. It works for me." Jan directed.

"Okay, is this the way to the bathroom." Amy said as she put her hand on the closet door and pulled. "The door is stuck." Ty and Becky were holding on to the door from the inside. They had almost gasped out loud when Amy grabbed the door. Becky's asshole was so tight you couldn't drive a lubricated icepick up it.

"No. That is just a closet. The bathroom is over this way." Jan directed.

That was a close one. Ty and Becky were visibly shaken, especially after hearing what had happened to Lily. They knew the same could and probably would happen to them. 

They watched as Amy took the two shots of booze and went into the bathroom with Jan's assistance. A few minutes later, Amy emerged with a glow on her face. The booze was starting to kick in. Amy took another shot and laughed out loud, "What the fuck, I don't have a husband. I am married to a maggot."

Amy was the newest member and had not been initiated. She was instructed to get on the stage and do a sexy striptease. Amy did as directed as striptease music filled the room. It was forced, but Amy was trying. The other women and men were in various degrees of nudity. Some were topless, some bottomless and some completely naked. The tv screens around the room showed old videos of the other women having sex with one, two and three club members. Amy closed her eyes and striped as seductively as she could manage. 

When Amy finished, Ty and Becky saw a lovely body. Amy's skin was smooth as silk, not a blemish anywhere. Her pussy was clean shaven. Her tits were about 34 and stood straight out. She didn't have to wear a bra. They were so natural. Ty's mouth was watering.

Once she had stripped, Amy paraded around he stage. James Hatcher asked Amy if she had ever been in a swing. Amy said, "Of course everyone had been in a swing." Hatcher told her that they had a swing for her, one she had never seen. At that time three members grabbed Amy and strapped her into a sex swing. 

A sex swing is made of straps that go around each knee, each wrist, the butt and the back. It allows easy access to all parts of the body. The swing was connected to a rope that went to the ceiling. Amy was hoisted up, and the rope tied off. She was about three feet off the stage.

Then, several men and women gathered around Amy. They were rubbing and sucking her boobs. While someone devoured her pussy, someone else would lick her anus. Hands were all over her body. Amy was moaning softly. Then, someone said, "let the expert light her fire." All eyes turned to Marge Johnson. Marge was the wife of a young engineer at Mr. Field's shipyard. Marge was about 5'9", with very large tits and a large round ass. She was a natural redhead, with a red heart shaved above her clit. 

Marge knelt between Amy's legs. Amy's eyes were opened wide. She tried to squirm away, but couldn't escape in that swing. Amy kept saying, "No! No! Don't' do this to me, Marge. I am not an lesbian." 

Someone laughed and said, "You will be when Marge gets through with you." 

Marge plunged her face into Amy's womanhood over her loud protests. Ty and Becky could see Marge moving her head but could not tell exactly what she was doing. Amy's protest died away and she began to moan softly. In a few minutes, the moans turned to cries of pleasure. Amy began begging for Marge to continue, "Oh! Oh! Please don't stop. It's wonderful. Give me more. Oh, right there. More! More! More!" This went on for quite some time. Amy was really loving it. Eventually, Amy began begging for a cock in her pussy. There was a line of older, rich men to accommodate her. 

James Hatcher was first in line, waiving his ace for all to see. While Hatcher was fucking her, two other men were at her head. Amy would alternates sucking their cocks. Amy was pretty good at it. Several men came either down her throat or on her face. A few of the women took turns tonging her anus and pleasuring the men's genitals. Amy had one orgasm after the other. This went on for over an hour.

Once the men were satisfied, Amy was lowed to the floor and released. In the meantime, Marge had laid sat on the floor near her. "Now its time you returned the favor." Marge said as she grabbed Amy's head and pulled it to her pussy. A couple of the men held Amy down so that she couldn't get up. They didn't need to do that. Amy wasn't fighting any more. They had broken her. She buried her face in Marge's pussy. Marge moved Amy's head were it did the most good and gave Amy directions on what to do. Marge was really giving Amy lesson on how to eat pussy. Amy was learning fast. Within a few minutes, Marge was screaming out orgasm after orgasm. When they finished, Marge laughed, "You are a natural cunt eater. You are the best that I have had in years." Ty and Becky could see a big, proud grin on Amy's face. 

The crowd broke up into two's and three's. A real estate developer was banging the new loan officer at the bank in the ass. 

The head of the second largest oil company in three states had the young wife of a junior executive in his company riding his cock and the young assistant head financial officer of the shipyard sitting on his face. The woman on his cock was massaging the tits of the one on his face. 

The wife of a young music director at the church was bent over a table. While one senior executive fucked her from behind, she sucked the head deacon's cock.

Ty and Becky were watching the spectacle unfold before their eyes. It was all so erotic. Without noticing, Becky had put her hand down her pants and was massaging her clit. She had forgotten about Ty momentarily. Forgotten, that is until she leaned back. She discovered his cock as it pressed into the crack of her ass. She could tell it was erect and huge. She could have leaned forward and avoided more contact with him. But, she didn't. She pushed back harder. Ty placed his hands on Becky's hips and pulled her closer to him. He slid his hands under her t-shirt and felt her smooth cool skin. Slowly, he eased his hands up her torso, waiting for a sign from Becky that he should quit. It never came. Ty lifted Becky's bra over her tits and rubbed them gently. Occasionally pinching her nipples. Becky leaned her shoulders back against Ty's chest. Neither one of the could take their eyes off the orgy that was unfolding before them. 

Becky moved her ass up and down, pressing Ty's manhood between her ass cheeks. It felt so good, so hard, so big. She had to touch it. She moved her right hand back to Ty's right leg. Her hand crept up his leg and behind her back to his groin. Becky gently rubbed Ty's huge balls. She leaned forward enough to allow her hand to travel up his cock to its head. Becky was startled to find Ty's cock sticking out over the top of his waistband. The head of his cock was covered in precum. Becky wiped it onto her hand and brought it to her mouth were she tasted its sweetness. Then she put her hand over her head and into Ty's mouth for him to taste. Ty devoured the remainder. Becky returned her hand to Ty's cock and moved her hand down its length inside is jogging pants. 

Ty eased his right hand down Becky's pants an found her pussy soaked. He eased his middle finger up her well-lubricated pussy without any resistance. He slowly worked his finger as deep as it would go into Becky. He would bring it out and lubricate Becky's clit with her own sweet juice. Ty withdrew his finger and put it in Becky's mouth, making her taste herself. Becky sucked passionately at his finger, savoring every drop of herself. Becky put her own finger deep within herself, soaking it with her juices. Then, she put it Ty's mouth so that he could taste her love essence. Ty passionately responded, mauling Becky's tits with one hand while he massaged her pussy with the other. 




Playing the Game



Each time Becky came, Ty had to muffle her cries of ecstacy with his hand. Both of them were afraid they would be heard and reluctantly toned down their love making. However, Becky continued to stoke Ty's cock. But, without the boldness that would rekindle their passion. They concentrated on watching the spectacle through the louvers, waiting for their chance to escape. 

About 11:00 the party broke up. Becky noticed that several of the women were so drunk that they had to be helped out of the building. As the women got out of sight of the men, the expressions on their faces changed. Several looked very unhappy and sad. A few minutes before, they were all smiles as entertained the club members. It was obvious that much of what they did was an act. 

Becky particularly pitied Amy as she left. Amy was being helped by two other women. She had way too much to drink. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and she was sobbing. Becky could only imagine what was going through Amy's mind.

The club members made sure that the women got safely home in a limousine. It wouldn't do for one of them to have an accident because they had been drinking too much. Too many questions would be asked. Explanations would have to be given. The club existed because the members were discrete. The last thing they wanted was notoriety. 

Becky and Ty waited until everyone had left before they exited the closet. They ran for the door and swiftly returned to the gym. They were careful to make sure that no one was there to see them as the pass through the gym and get into their cars. Becky agreed to follow Ty to his apartment so that they could "discuss" what they had seen. 

Ty lived in a nice apartment complex that catered to young singles. He had a one bedroom apartment though it was big enough for two bedrooms. This allowed the rooms to be bigger. 

Ty's apartment was a prime example of the young male apartment. It was a mess. Beer cans on the coffee table along with pizza boxes. The sink was full of dishes covered in various stages of mold. The garbage can was overflowing. Newspapers or rather the sports section and sports magazine lay about the floor and couch. Naturally the bed wasn't made. Becky instinctively began cleaning up. Or, maybe it was in self defense. She had to clear a place if she was to sit anywhere. 

Before she could sit down, Ty came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. He pulled her into him and ground his crouch into her ass. Becky fell back against his chest. She stretched her arms above her head and around Ty's neck, pulling his face down to her shoulders. Ty took the hint and kissed Becky on her neck. He eased his hand down the front of her pants and massaged her mound. After a minute, she turned around and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants. Becky eased Ty's pants down past his groin. His huge dick popped out and pointed toward the ceiling and Becky's mouth. Becky went to her knees, impaling her mouth on his cock. Ty stepped out of his pants as Becky finished pushing them to the floor. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue and eased her tongue down the shaft. Becky flicked her tongue across Ty's balls, which compacted to a tight sack, all the time stroking his cock with both hands.

This was as far as Ty could go. He lifted Becky off the floor and carried her to his bed. He laid her on her back and pulled her sweat pants off. Ty then crawled between her knees and pressed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. With one big push, he entered her to the hilt. Becky's lubricated pussy offered little resistance. Ty proceeded to hammered away with all his might. Ty's had stamina. He pounded Becky for a good thirty minutes before he and Becky came at the same time. Throughout the ordeal, Becky came time after time.

Ty rolled over exhausted. "How was that, Becky?" 

"Pretty good. But, you could do better Sweet Baby. Let me give you lessons, and I will make you a fantastic lover. You need to learn that sex is nothing without foreplay. The better the foreplay the better the sex. When we were stuck in that closet, we didn't have room to do anything other than foreplay. I can't count the times that I came. Do you want to be my protege?"

"You mean I wasn't any good." Ty was stunned. He had never had any complaints from the girls he had fucked.

"No! You were good. I am want to make you great! Once I teach you how to be a better lover, you can have your pick of the girls. Hopping on and bumping uglies is just fucking. I can make you a connoisseur of sex." Becky wanted to take Ty and mold him into a much better lover. The fucking that she had just received was good. Ty's cock was exceptional. But, she wanted to be warmed up before he slammed that meat between her legs. Becky knew he had the impatience and endurance of youth.

"Tell me what to do." Ty implored.

"First, take your time. Explore the woman's body. Find the area that awakens her senses. You will know when you have found those places by changes in her breathing, the way her body responds, the sounds that she makes, the way her skin twitches. Feel, taste, and listen to her body. Her body will tell you what her voice will not. You have to learn how make a woman's body tell you what it wants."

For the next few hours, Becky instructed Ty how to use his fingertips, his lips, his mouth, his breath and his tongue to arouse a woman. She showed him were the sensitive parts of a woman's body were. Ty never knew how to find a woman's g-spot or what to do with it. As Becky showed him, Ty improved. Becky benefitted with orgasm after orgasm. Ty learned that art of cunnilingus. Becky showed him how to used his mouth, lips and tongue on a woman's pussy. She told him that cunnilingus was better if Ty would use his hands to massage her pussy lips. She instructed him on the best positions to do this. 

Becky finally had to quit with the lessons. Ty's use of his fingers on her g-spot and his tongue on her clit had her squirming on the bed. The juices flowed out of her pussy. She couldn't take it any longer. She had to feel him inside of her again. She laid him on his back and mounted his cock. She pounded on his cock like a pile driver. She loved to look down and see her fluids glistening on his cock. She reached behind her and kneaded his balls in her hand. 

"Tell me when you are going to cum." she screamed. "Don't come without telling me." 

Ty put his hands on Becky's waist, lifting her high and slamming her down hard on his engorged cock. This was wonderful. Becky was right. But, she had neglected to tell him that foreplay would turn him on as much as the woman. It made sex so much better. 

"I am about to cum!" Ty moaned. 

At this, Becky hopped off Ty's cock and went into the 69 position. She rubbed her dripping pussy on Ty's face and mouth. She responded by driving his tongue deep into Becky's pussy. The juices flowed, no they gushed. 

Becky grabbed Ty's slippery cock and swallowed it all. Her chin was on his stomach. Up and down she went, stroking his cock with her hand at the same time. She loved the taste her own juices on his cock. Ty started pumping what seemed a cup full of cum down her throat. The sensation of Ty's cock pumping cum deep into throat made Becky cum a river. Ty had never experienced female ejaculation from this position. He couldn't believe so much could come out a woman. This was the first time Ty had made a woman ejaculate and on his face to boot. He was surprised to say the least and turned on.

Exhausted, they rested side beside each other, spooning. Ty caressed Becky's tits in his free hand. Becky reached back and gently massaged Ty's cock. "That was wonderful. Could you give me some more lessons, Becky?"

"I think that can be arranged. But, one last thing before we go to sleep. A gentleman always lets the woman sleep on the dry side of the bed." Becky said as they both drifted off to sleep.

The next day I called Becky on my way home from my trip. I told her to take her car to the dealer late in the afternoon. That way it would be first in line for mandatory maintenance the next day. The dealer would give her a ride home. Becky said that she wanted to go to the gym and asked would I pick her up on my way home. I agreed and stopped by the gym about the time she should be finishing her workout. I had never been in the gym and had never seen the young trainer that she talked so much about. I decided to kill two birds with one stone, check out the gym and Ty too. 

I walked in as Becky was finishing up. The place was nice as gym's go, but nothing special or out of the ordinary. I looked around for the entrance to the club that Peggy had told me about. Nothing out of the ordinary there either. Then, I spied the door with the special security lock. That must be it. I wondered what went on behind that door. I wished that I knew someone who had been there. 

Becky came up to me and gave me a kiss. "So, where is this young trainer with the great body that you have got the hots for?" 

"I don't have the hots for him. I am old enough to be his teacher." she said with a devilish smile. 

What did she mean by teacher, I wondered? 

"There he is." Becky pointed to a tall young man showing a woman with red hair an exercise to reduce her thighs.

"You mean the black guy over by the redhead?" I asked.

"He's not black! I think he is Mediterranean!" she shot back.

"Well, Africa is on the south side of the Mediterranean Sea." I answered.

"Italian or Spanish! Damn it!" she said. 

I had been had been away on business, no sex. I was horny. I didn't want to start an argument. I had been thinking of how great the sex would be when I got Becky in the bed. A man can win an argument with a woman and still lose in the long run. If I wanted to have a enjoyable evening in bed with Becky, there was only one thing that I could do. I agreed with her. "You are right. He's definitely Italian." I lied.

The guy was too good looking. Becky was fucking him if she had the chance. I knew better. I was going to let her play her game and see where it took her. Time to pretend to be dumb again and head home.

Three days later Mr. Field was back in the gym. Ty approached him when no one was near. "Have you misplaced anything lately, Mr. Field?" 

"Why do you ask?" he responded.

"I found something that looks like a credit card, but it isn't. It was near the locker you were using the other day when you left in a hurry." Ty said innocently as he pulled it from his pocket.

"That is mine. It is the security key to my office." Field said as he reached for it. "Did you tell anyone about this?"

"No, I stuck in my pocket and forgot about it until I saw you today." replied Ty.

"Great. I thought that I would have to change all the locks at my office. Here take this. Can I trust you to never mention this to anyone and I mean anyone?" Field said as he handed Ty two one-hundred dollar bills.

"Mr. Field, I just had a sudden case of amnesia." Ty grinned. 

Field hurried out of the gym relieved. If any other member found out about this he could be banished from the club. They could not afford accidents like this. 

Little did he know that Ty had a friend who could copy those cards without any trouble at all.



Playing the Game



"It's been a long time," she said uncertainly, as she rubbed her hands nervously along her thighs. "I mean, the divorce was five years ago, and we separated a year before that."

"It doesn't matter to me. The only question is, are you going to let it matter to you?" I kept my voice low, and held my gaze steady. I wanted to make sure that this was something she wanted, and not something she was doing under pressure. We were sitting on the floor, in front of the fireplace, on a soft, worn rug.

I had begun thinking about the game several hours ago, shortly after we got in the car. It was spring, and Rachel and I were driving to her cabin to open it up for the season. She had bought it a decade or more ago with her now ex-husband as a vacation getaway. Since the divorce, she had been maintaining it, but it was tough on her. The real estate crash meant that she couldn't sell it for what she paid for it, so she had no choice but to maintain it as best she could. We both lived near Troy, New York, so it was an almost 7 hour drive to the small town on the coast of Maine that provided the mailing address for her cabin.

The cabin itself was small affair, built as a three-season refuge for middle-class factory workers and civil servants who wanted to escape the city for a while to hunt, fish and relax in midst of beautiful rolling hills, small lakes, and the ocean shore. The cabin was furnished and had a living room, small kitchen, a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom. The rooms and the furniture were all rudimentary, but serviceable for a week or two at a time. The centerpiece of the house was the sliding glass door that opened on a small patio with an expansive view of the boat dock and lake beyond. A field-stone fireplace flanked the glass, providing warmth and light on colder evenings.

Usually, Rachel went up to the cabin for a weekend in May to get it ready for the summer. Scheduling that weekend was a problem, since she had to juggle her son's sports and school schedule, her job, and her other obligations back in Troy. Opening the cabin was a two-person job, involving cleaning the place after a long winter of disuse, getting the water and utilities restored, and stocking the cabinets for the summer. Rachel's son, Brian, usually went with her to the cabin, but sometimes his schedule didn't allow a weekend away. On those occasions, Rachel would go with a friend or relative for the long trip. This time, I volunteered.

I'd been watching Rachel for a couple of years now. My wife and I moved into the house down the street several years back, and we met Rachel and her family through neighborhood events and church and school meetings. We were all very friendly, and spent a fair amount of time with each other, sitting on the porch and sharing stories and drinks. We had all been to the cabin several times and enjoyed spending time with Rachel and Brian. One evening a couple of weeks ago, Rachel had mentioned that she needed to go open the cabin, and my wife and I volunteered. When it came time to leave, Brenda had to complete a project at work and couldn't go, so Rachel and I decided to go alone.

Rachel was not a classic beauty, but then again, neither was I. She was of average height, slightly heavy, with full, mature breasts and graying hair. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, giving her face an attractiveness that wasn't apparent on first glance. I enjoyed spending time with her, and we had engaged in some spirited conversations. I had never really spent much time alone with Rachel before, so we had never had any really intimate conversations. I knew she wasn't adverse to discussing sex and other intimate topics, but we had just never had that kind of conversation. While I didn't intend to try to seduce Rachel, I certainly wouldn't avoid an opportunity to get her to loosen up and be a little freer. Since my fetishes involve voyeurism as well as reading and listening to stories of sexual adventures, I thought I might try to get her to talk about her sexual history.

We left early on Friday, in order to get to the cabin that evening. We would stay in a hotel on Friday, since the water wouldn't be on until Saturday. We would spend Saturday working on the cabin, and stay there Saturday night before returning on Sunday. I had only that long to get the stories I longed to hear.

My plan was simple. I would direct our conversations to dating, relationships, and families. Since we both had teenage children, it was natural to talk about our expectations for their sexual relationships in the context of our own histories. If that didn't get me what I needed, I knew that we would spend Saturday night with some adult beverages, so I could also use that to my advantage.

The drive was uneventful, and I learned a little about her personal history and about her divorce. We had known that the divorce was not Rachel's fault, but we hadn't known that she had walked in on her husband and his lover not once, but twice. Of course, he promised to mend his ways, but after the second time, she told him to get out. We chatted casually as we puttered about the cabin, getting things organized for the day of work ahead on Saturday. After we broke for dinner, we headed back to the hotel to relax and swim in the hotel pool. Since we were trying to economize, we were sharing a room at the little hotel. Rachel took her small bag into the bathroom to change, and came out dressed in her swimsuit and covered with one of the hotel robes. She was surprised that I was already changed. I said, " Well, you know how guys are. It doesn't take us long." To be honest, I wouldn't have been upset if she had walked in on me naked, and she seemed smiled a bit, implying that the prospect didn't disturb her all that much. 

We went down to the pool area and spent about half an hour in the pool and hot tub, splashing around and just generally relaxing. We went back to the room to change, and this time I waited until she had finished in the bathroom before I went in and changed. We had a couple drinks in the small lounge attached to the hotel, and then went back to the room. We were both tired after the drive, and the rest of Friday evening passed uneventfully.

Saturday was more promising. We got back to the cabin and set about getting it ready for the summer. After all the moving, cleaning, cutting, trimming and repairing, we went to the store for supplies and food for dinner. We also decided that the evening's libations were to be margaritas, so we got plenty of tequila, mixers and ice.

After dinner, we started a fire and settled in. We both enjoyed board games, so we inventoried the cabin's supply. Scrabble looked promising, and as the evening wore on and the tequila flowed, the words we spelled became more adult. When I finally went out on "quim" (on a triple word score, no less!) we laughed ourselves silly.

I decided it was time to move on to the next part of my plan. "Any thought on what to play next?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, I don't know. Most of these require more people, so we don't have a lot of choice." She looked around and her eyes lit up. "What about Trivial Pursuit?"

"Great! I love that game." We got it out and set it up, reviewing the rules and categories. "Hey, I've got an idea. Want to make this a little more interesting?" I smiled in what I hoped was a disarming way.

"Maybe. What did you have in mind?"

"What about 'Adult Pursuit?'"

"'Adult Pursuit?' Is that a drinking game?" she said, looking puzzled but interested.

"No, not really. It helps to be doing some drinking, but the game doesn't involve drinking. Basically, it's more like strip poker and truth-or-dare. Every time you land on a wedge space or in the center, you get a question like normal. If you get the question wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing. If you lose all of your clothing, but the game hasn't ended, the next time you miss a wedge question, you have to do what your opponent tells you to do. Also, if you are the question asker, and you have lost your clothes, if the opponent misses a question, you can retrieve one of their pieces of clothing (not any of your own) and use the discard the next time you miss a question. The only exception is that you can't put the piece of clothing on in a way it is normally worn. For example, if you take my shirt, you can't wear it like a shirt. You can put it on your head, or lay it across your lap, but it can't be a shirt." As I made the explanation, I could see that she was interested yet apprehensive.

"Uh...," she said hesitatingly, "I'm not sure."

"I forgot one of the most important rules. When you have run out of clothes, you have to do what I tell you (or vice-versa). But, those requests cannot be for any sexual physical contact between the players or to do something that would bring embarrassment to the players. You can't make someone run outside naked, take pictures of themselves or the other player, call or text someone, or do anything else that might be harmful."

"Well, that part makes sense. What did you mean by sexual physical contact?" There was still some interest in her eye, and she took a nervous sip of her margarita.

"I can't make you touch me in a sexual manner. I could say, 'massage my temples,' or 'massage my shoulders,' but I can't ask you to touch my butt or my dick, or kiss me. If I do, you can refuse and I forfeit the right to have you do something that turn. Of course, you don't have to refuse, but you have that option."

"I noticed you didn't say anything about personal contact..." she noted slyly.

"Very observant. One part of the game is that I can tell you to touch yourself and you have to do it or forfeit your next opportunity to tell me to do something. The only exception is that I can't tell you to do something that is physically painful for you." I waited expectantly for her response.

She still hesitated. "Jimmy, I haven't had a date since my divorce. Men haven't found me all that interesting, and I really didn't want to date with Brian still at home."

"Well, I suspect you already know that I find you interesting, or I wouldn't have suggested the game. Brian isn't here, so we don't have to worry about that. Brenda isn't here, and since the rules prevent physical contact, we aren't doing anything terribly wrong." I said it gently, simply, and breathlessly. I was surprised about how stimulated I was about playing this game with Rachel.

She still hesitated. "It's been a long time," she said uncertainly, as she rubbed her hands nervously along her thighs. "I mean, the divorce was five years ago, and we separated a year before that."

"It doesn't matter to me. The only question is, are you going to let it matter to you?" I let her response and my comment that hang in the air. I knew that at that point, anything else I said would be too opportunistic. I waited, fiddling with game board and dice. Finally, I looked up at her and smiled slowly. She looked at me, nodded and smiled, and said simply, "Ok. Let's play."

The game started slowly, with both of us skirting around the wedge spaces and missing some easy questions. I thought that Rachel might need some extra encouragement, so I decided that I needed to be the first to take something off. On my next turn, I managed to land on the green wedge and missed the question. Turns out I didn't have to fake a wrong answer, since I have no clue what it was supposed to be. I slipped off my shoes and passed the dice to Rachel.

We went back and forth like this a couple times until we were both at the point where a shirt or pants were going to go next. Once again, I decided I needed to be first and on my next wedge, missed a brown question. Looking embarrassed and a bit chagrined, I undid my jeans, slipped them off and tossed them aside. My dick was semi-stiff and was clearly visible through my shorts. I looked up at Rachel and smiled nervously as she surreptitiously eyed me with a slightly hungry look in her eyes.

Soon enough, her turn came. She missed a question and realized that she needed to take something off. I watched her as her hands twitched a bit, as if she couldn't decide whether to take off her top or her jeans. Finally, she rose up on her knees, unsnapped her jeans, and slid them down her legs. She sat back, lifted her legs and slipped them rest of the way off. She set them aside, smiled nervously, and passed me the dice.

I watched her little show, but tried not to stare. She had shapely legs, and I enjoyed the slow revelation as she slid the jeans down. She was wearing cream-colored, lacy boy-shorts style panties, which were modest yet flirty. I caught a glimpse of shadow of pubic hair, and I thought I saw a small wet spot forming. I hoped she was as interested in the slow show we were giving each other as I was.

The game went on. I quickly lost my shirt, leaving me with just my shorts, which were now fully stretched forward by my boner. I caught Rachel several times looking at my boner and the wet spot that was forming from my pre-cum. A short time later, Rachel missed another wedge question and lost her shirt.

She sighed and looked at me, working up the courage to pull off her top. She took a sip of her drink, set the glass down, and quickly, like someone pulling off a bandage, whipped her shirt up and off. She dropped it on the pile of clothes and sat back, watching me watch her. Her bra was a matching cream-colored lace, showing a little wear, but still cute. Her mature tits bulged out of the cups slightly, and her nipples were dark, hard, and poking out at the fabric of her bra. I could tell by the way her breathing quickened that she was nervous but excited.

We took a short break so that we could hit the bathroom and refill the drinks. I watched her as she headed for the kitchen and the bathroom beyond. Her ass filled the panties nicely and wiggled deliciously as she walked. While she was finishing up in the bathroom and getting the drinks, I stoked the fire and added some more wood, and headed to the toilet. When I got back, Rachel had filled the glasses and settled back down in front of the fire. She said, "I see you built up the fire. Thanks. I was getting a little chilly."

"No problem. I was glad to see we had plenty of wood." My banter was innocent, but I was waiting to see if she would make a dick joke out of the softball I had just served up. She didn't disappoint.

"Oh, it looks to me like there's plenty of wood here." She smiled mischievously at her own double entendre as she glanced down to my dick. It had returned to its fully upright and locked position, and it looked like she remained just as excited, if still with a hint of trepidation.

We resumed the game, playing with a little more excitement. I lost my shirt, and Rachel began to hope that I would be the first to bare it all. I thought she was right, and decided to make it happen. I figured if I was naked, she wouldn't have a reason to quit the game early. My chance came soon, and I missed a question in the middle. Since we had agreed that the middle would count as a penalty-eligible space, I knew the time had come. I stood up, took a deep breath, and eased the waistband over my stiffy. As it cleared my shorts, it popped up and bobbed in front of me, the head moist with pre-cum.

Rachel eyed my nakedness and unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes fixed on my throbbing erection. I had no misconceptions about my size. I knew I was middling, at best, and I was nothing to write home about looks-wise. But I was clean, healthy, and able, and Rachel, at some level, knew that what she was seeing was sex, simple and uncomplicated. She didn't have to do anything about it, and in fact, probably wouldn't, but the fantasy of sex was there, twitching in front of her. She swallowed and pick up the dice as I sat back down, my erection jutting up from my lap.

Rachel got several questions in a row correct, then hit a wedge space. Try as she might, she couldn't come up with an answer, and it was her turn to expose something. Slowly, she reached around her back and fiddled with the clasp of her bra. It parted, and she slid the straps slowly down her arms, letting the cups peel away from her C-cup tits. They were everything I hoped for -- full, slightly pendulous, with large aureolae and stiff, dime-sized nipples. They swayed gently as she dropped the bra on the pile of clothes and sat back down. I could tell she wanted to cover her boobs with her arms, but we had agreed earlier that no covering-up was permitted. She kept her arms down at her sides through main strength of will, but I could tell she had to think about it.

Soon after, she hit another wedge space and once again, it was her time to suffer the penalty. This time, she showed less reserve, standing quickly, hooking her thumbs in her panties and whisking them down her legs. Her bush was full and lush, shot through with streaks of gray. I could see her pussy lips peeking out between her legs, coral-colored and moist with her excitement. She sat back down, steeling herself for the next stage of the game. 

Now the game got interesting. Since we were both naked, the penalty for missing a question was having to perform an act at the behest of the other player. Here I thought I should take the lead and made every effort to ensure that she missed the next wedge question. My efforts were rewarded, and she missed a yellow question. I cleared my throat, took a sip of my drink and said, "I would like for you to play with your boobs while you tell me about the first time you let a boy take your top off and suck on your tits."

She stared at me and blanched, just a bit. She opened her mouth, and then closed it again, holding back on an objection. After taking a breath, and a gulp of her drink, she put her drink down and began to stroke the underside of her ample tits and spoke. "I was probably 17 or so, and had been dating Jesse for maybe 6 months. We had made out, of course, and he had felt me up, but I hadn't let him take my shirt off yet. Well, we had a day off school, and my parents were at work. I had just started to take my clothes off to shower when the doorbell rang. I threw on a robe over my jammy bottoms and naked chest and answered the door."

"It was Jesse. He said he was on his way to the library to do some research and wanted to know if I wanted to come along. When he noticed I was still wearing my jammy pants, he started stammering and I could see that his dick was getting hard. I told him I hadn't taken my shower yet. He said he would wait, so I invited him in." As she was relaying this story, she began to rub her boobs, lightly as first, and then with more intensity as she became involved with the memory. She was rubbing vigorously, pulling and pinching her hardened nipples.

"I explained to him that I was just changing to shower, and he winked and asked if I wanted him to wash my back. I said no, thanks. He held out his arms for a hug and kiss, and I certainly didn't mind obliging him. His arms went around me and he kissed me, long and deeply. As we kissed, his hands caressed my back, and discovered that there was no bra under my robe. He suggested that we sit on the couch. Slightly breathless from the kiss, I agreed."

"As we sat down, my robe parted a bit and he could see the tops of my breasts. We resumed our kissing, and it wasn't long before his hand found its way inside my robe, and he fondled and squeezed my boobs with great enthusiasm, if not much style." As she got to this part, her breathing quickened and her face reddened. She also started stammering again, but continued with the story. "It wasn't much longer before the robe was open and off my shoulders, and my naked chest was open to his hungry gaze. He quickly bent and took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck and nip on it."

"It was amazing! I had never gotten such a rush from touching my tits before, and the 




Playing the Game



sheer pleasure it brought me made me gasp and squirm. I put my hands on the back of his head and held him to my chest while he worshiped my boobs. I soon had to pull his face up to kiss him again and started to pull his shirt off. I needed to feel his skin on mine! He didn't object and soon we were laying on the couch while he alternated between kissing me and sucking on my boobs. A couple of times he tried to put his hands down my pants, but I stopped him. I wasn't quite ready for that, although we both spent some time rubbing each other's crotches through our pants."

Her breath came in gasps now and she was pinching and pulling at her nipples as she squeezed her thigh together. I think she was doing that subconsciously, but the sight was mesmerizing and erotic. I thought I should bring her back to the game and said, "Wow. That was quite a story."

Her eyes opened and it took her a few seconds to reorient on where she was. Her tits were red from her ministrations. As she came down from what appeared to be a near-orgasmic plateau, I could see a definite wetness glistening on her pussy lips and could smell her excitement. From my point of view, this game was working out quite nicely.

Of course, now it was my turn. I decided to focus on the game and see if I could get her to masterbate to orgasm in front of me. That meant I had to play cautiously to make sure I didn't win before I got what I wanted. We played on until I got stumped on a blue question and I was at her mercy. She smiled evilly and said, "While you are masterbating, tell me about the first time you got a blowjob. But you can't cum. If you do, I immediately get another demand." 

"That's not fair! You can't make conditions like that, especially now. I mean, after your story, it's not going to take much to get me off." I pleaded, I whined, I begged, but in the end, she won, and I began my tale. I made sure that I kept my stroking calm, with short strokes near the base of my cock, and kept away from the head.

"Her name was Tasha. She was a year behind me in school, and this must have been my senior year. I had gone over to her house, and we were sitting on the front porch. I was sitting on the edge of the porch, leaning back against the wall, and she was leaning against me. I had put my jacket over her chest so she wouldn't get chilly, and used that to cover the fact that I was rubbing her tits while she moaned and we talked. She was a girl of some experience, so we were talking about various types and variations of sex. She could tell I was hard as a rock the whole time. Every once in awhile, she would squirm back against me to brush my hard-on and tease me a bit. At some point, her mom came to the door to tell us that she was going to the mall and would be gone for a while. Since we were screened by bushes from the street and out of sight of the door, we didn't worry about getting caught."

I continued to stroke my cock, being extremely careful now, since I was getting into the story and the memory. "Tasha decided that we needed to go inside, and we quickly got inside and onto the living room couch. We kissed, and my hands returned to her boobs. All of a sudden, she stopped me and told me to get up. I thought was mad at me for some reason, but it became clear when made me stand in front of her. She smiled up at me and started undoing my jeans. She stripped them and my shorts down to my ankles and took my throbbing cock in her hands. She stroked it a couple of times and then lowered her head to the tip and placed a small kiss right on the tip."

"The feeling was electric! Her lips were soft, and hot, and wet, and I was excited and amazed at the same time. She began placing kisses all over my cock, paying special attention to the spot under the tip. It was clear that she had done this before and had picked up some technique. After a couple of minutes of kissing, she placed her lips over the head and slowly took me into her mouth. In several slow, excruciatingly pleasurable strokes, she had me fully in her mouth while she tongued the tip and stroked the part of my cock that was left outside. When she cupped my balls with her other hand, I knew I was close. I babbled something about cumming. She looked up at me, smiled, and began to pump. Maybe three seconds later, I was filling her mouth and moaning incoherently. It was incredible. I've since had other blow jobs, and better blow jobs, but that one will always have a special place in my memory." I made it! I had completed the story without shooting all over the gameboard. What I hadn't noticed was that Rachel had moved closer to me so that we were almost sitting next to each other. As I talked and stroked, she had been running her fingers through her pubic hair and fingering herself furtively. Seeing that, I knew what my next demand was going to be.

Rachel was up next, and managed to pass the dice without landing on a wedge space. I purposely tanked a turn so that Rachel would be the next storyteller. Sure enough, she landed on a wedge space and missed the question. Since she was sitting next to me now, I turned slightly so I could watch her as I made my next demand. "I want you to tell about the first time you made love, while you pleasure yourself. You may cum or not, your choice."

She feigned horror and embarrassment, but I could see a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She leaned back against the couch, lifted her knees, spread her legs, and began to run her fingers through her pussy hair. Talk about an erotic vision! Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes, sighed, and began to speak. "It wasn't Jesse. We had broken up a couple of weeks after that day on the couch, and he never got the chance to go any farther. I had gotten naked with a guy the summer before I went to college, but we didn't screw. By the time I got to college, I was thinking about it alot, but I didn't want it to be some casual one-night thing. So I was pretty choosy on who I dated, even if my roommate wasn't. God, I don't know how many times I woke up to find Gracie riding some guy in the other bed in our room."

By this time, she was really into the pleasure, running two fingers in and out of her pussy, while using her other hand to rub her clit. The sound was stimulating, especially when coupled with the sounds of her moaning, and the smell was absolutely intoxicating! I have always loved the smell and taste of a woman's excitement, and eating pussy remains one of my favorite sexual ventures. I slid down to my side, looking up at her while getting my face closer to that intoxicating smell. She went on, seemingly oblivious to my fascination with her pussy.

"One night, Gracie and I went to a party at a house near campus. Gracie disappeared almost immediately, and I looked around for the bar and some company. There were several unattached guys there, but most of them didn't seem my type. I found the bar and grabbed a beer. I was turning around to make another sweep of the house, and bumped straight into a guy, spilling my beer all over us. Well, it wasn't the first time that had happened, and it wasn't the last, but I was taken with his eyes. They were sexy and smoky, even though he was fairly average looking otherwise."

"We tried to talk, but the music was really loud, so we went out to the back yard. As we walked, talked and drank our beers, we turned the corner of the house and caught sight of a window, low on the wall. It looked in on a bedroom, and there, not surprisingly, was Gracie, naked, riding some guy, with another guy lining up on her ass. As we watched, he slid into her butt slowly while she moaned and tossed her head back and forth. She never let up on the guy underneath her, and he was mauling her monster tits while he thrust into her."

"They were all moaning, and we could hear Gracie muttering uncontrollably - 'Oh, God, stuff me full, give it to me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' and on like that. It was incredibly hot. We stood there, watching Gracie screw these two guys, and I got incredibly horny. I guess my friend was too, since he stood behind me, rubbing his hard dick against my ass and fondling my tits. He stopped fondling me, and in a few seconds, I could tell that he had dropped his pants and was rubbing his naked dick on my ass while his hand was under my skirt, fingering me. I was so hot, and not a little drunk, and my brain just shut off. I reached under my skirt, dropped my panties, stepped out of them, and reached back and guided his throbbing cock into me. He moaned as he slipped into me, and I leaned forward and put my hands on the wall. As he thrust forward, I braced myself against the wall so I could thrust back to meet his cock. I was moaning pretty uncontrollably now, but nobody heard us over the screams now coming out of Gracie and her friends."

"I began shudder and I knew I was close to cumming. I used one hand on my clit to get me off, and just as I started cumming, he pulled out and came all over my ass. I slumped against the wall while getting my breathing under control, and told him to use my panties to wipe off my butt. I stashed the soiled panties behind a bush and smoothed my skirt down over my tingling pussy. I turned to my partner and we kissed for the first time, slowly and deeped. Without talking, we turned and left Gracie to her friends and returned to the party. I never learned his name, and I never saw him again." As she finished the story, she sped up her hand on her clit and now had three fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy. I was now almost resting my head on her thigh, drunk on the scent of her sex. She stopped talking and just moaned and cried out, caught in the throes of her orgasm.

It was fascinating watching her orgasm at this distance. I could see the flush spreading across her chest, while her hands made jerky motions on, and in, her pussy. The lips of her pussy quivered around her fingers and her other hand just kind of fluttered over her clit, not touching her sensitive spot. As she slowly slid her fingers out of her lips, she opened her eyes and saw my face close to her thigh with my gaze fixed on her hand. She stared at me for a moment and then hesitatingly moved her hand toward my face. I slowly reached out, took her hand in mine and guided her fingers to my mouth, where I cleaned the juices from them with gentle licks and kisses. She moaned quietly and shuddered as I finished and sat up.

"I guess it's my turn now," I said after a moment, as I picked up the dice and shook them in my hand. I waited a few more moments while her breathing slowed down, then resumed the game. 

We played a few more rounds, then I missed a question. I looked at her expectantly. Rachel gave me a small smile and said, "Tell me about the first time you make love with a woman. Stroke yourself until you orgasm." Well, after what had gone on so far, that wasn't going to take long.

I settled back against the couch, got a grip, and began my story. As I did, she moved around so she was laying with her head on my thigh. From there, she could watch me stroke my cock and still see my face. It also put her in the path of the spurting cum, which may have been a coincidence or not.

"It was Tasha, of course. One day not long after the bowjob day, my parents were going to be gone for the day. I begged off, using an English paper I need to write as an excuse. Once they were safely out of the way, I called Tasha and asked if she wanted to come over. She readily agreed, and I grabbed the keys and drove over to pick her up and bring her back to my house."

"When I got to her house, she was waiting for me and came bouncing out of the house. And when I say bouncing, I mean it. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits were merrily jiggling insider her tight t-shirt and bib overall shorts. She looked great, and I had an instant hard-on. As she got in the car, she slid across the seat so she was sitting right next to me and gave me a kiss heavy with promise and desire. As I pulled out of the driveway, she unbuttoned the straps of the bib and let it fall to her waist. I put my arm around her and settled my hand on her tit. While I did that, her hand found its way into my lap and she rubbed by dick as I drove. Surprisingly, we got back to my house without an accident and pulled into the garage."

"Once inside, we went straight to my bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed while she stood in front of me. She lifted the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor as she moved to me. She put her hands on the back of my head and guided my mouth to her nipple. I feasted there for a few minutes while my hands were busy unfastening the buttons on the sides of her shorts and sliding the overalls down her sexy legs. Once I did, she stepped away from me, drawing me to my feet. Her hands then undressed me, leaving me in my shorts with my boner sticking out the top. I turned her and guided her onto the bed and lay beside her, one hand around her shoulders and one resting on her thigh."

"I slowly moved my hand onto her mound, rubbing in slow circles over her pussy. She was soon moaning and writhing under my hand, and I quickly slid her panties down and off of her legs. I paused for a moment to look at the first pussy I had ever seen in person. Her scent drove me absolutely wild, and I moved around so I could lick her and bury my face in that exotic smell. When I did so, she moaned loudly and spread her legs as wide as she could. My legs were up near her head, and she worked my shorts down my legs and off. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. With gestures and short, panting words, she moved us into a 69 and she began to suck my dick."

When I related this part of the story, Rachel moved suddenly. She took my hand off my cock and covered the head with her mouth. She licked away the pre-cum that had slicked my dick, and began to suck me. She stopped only long enough to tell me to keep talking and tell the story.

I did the best I could, under the circumstances. "After a few minutes of oral, she told me to roll onto my back. She reversed positions and straddled me, trapping my cock between my stomach and her wetness. She rocked there for a few minutes, then rose up, grabbed my cock, and positioned it at her entrance. She paused, looked me in the eye, then slid down my cock until I was buried completely in her hot pussy. Once fully seated, she leaned forward so we could kiss while she moved up and down on my cock. I had one hand on her ass, one on her tit, and I was in absolute heaven! I couldn't last more than about two minutes, but it seemed to be enough for her that first time."

All during this, Rachel was bobbing her head up and down on my cock, giving me a fantastic blowjob. I reached down to grab her boob and began to pinch and twist her nipple, just like she had done earlier. It wasn't long before I warned her that I was about to cum. She paused, looked me in the eye and continued to stimulate the head of my dick with her tongue. In just a few moments, I filled her mouth with my cum. She seemed a little surprised by the quantity, but she took it all and swallowed without choking. She licked my cock clean, then moved up to rest against me.

We were both quiet for few minutes, and I continued to trail my fingers over the skin of her back and side. She purred quietly and snuggled close to me. Once I got my breathing back to normal, I turned to her slightly so that we could kiss. The first kiss was tentative, which was surprising, given how much we had already shared. The kiss became more passionate, and soon I had my hand between her legs, stroking her wetness. She moaned against my mouth, and I told her to lie back. "I'd like to return the favor," I murmured. She smiled, nodded, and lay back on the rug. We pushed the game aside, which sent pieces everywhere, but neither of us gave a damn. I started by kissing her neck and kissing my way down to her tits, lavishing attention on her nipples and that sensitive area on the underside of her boobs. She continued to moan, but began putting pressure on my head, urging me downward. I obliged, kissing and nibbling my way down her stomach and coming to rest on her thighs.

I paused a moment to take in the sight. Her lips were red and engorged, with the juices of her excitement glistening in her curly hair. Her clit was peeking out, and I used my tongue to circle around it, but not yet touching it. She gasped and put her hands back on my head to encourage me. I moved away from her clit, getting a small whine of protest, and began to lick her inner thighs, circling back to her slit. She finally said, "Lick me, dammit!" Not being one to ignore a lady, I stiffened my tongue and used it to enter her. She bucked against my face and said, "Oh, God, yes!" I continued to lick her, alternating between flicking her clit with my tongue and nipping and sucking her lips. She was now bucking against my face continuously, moaning incoherently and tossing her head back and forth. I focused completely on her clit now, sucking it into my mouth and letting it slip out, then flicking it with my tongue before sucking on it again.

She stiffened, arched her back, and held my head against her pussy while she keened her pleasure. It wasn't quite a scream, but it was close and I could tell from the way her pussy was spasming that she was in the midst of a strong orgasm. She held herself rigid for almost 30 seconds, then sagged back to the rug, quivering. I continued to giver her pussy short licks and kisses, avoiding the sensitive tissues but licking up her flowing juices. After a few moments of this, she used her hands to urge me to move up toward her. I moved forward and lay my head against her breasts while she came down from her orgasmic high.

A few minutes later, she began to stroke my hair and I moved up a little more, coming close enough to kiss her. She kissed me deeply, not seeming to mind the taste of her own excitement. The kiss continued, and she breathed to me, "Are you hard yet?" I poked her with my recovered erection, and she giggled and said, "Apparently so." She became serious and said, "I want you in me, if you want it." I looked deep into her eyes, and moved gently so that my erection was poised at the entrance to her pussy. She tilted her hips up slightly, and I slid gently into her. We moved together, slowly and sensuously, without the need for haste since we had both experienced our earlier orgasms. We built slowly together, and she rolled me onto my back, so she could control the speed and movements. I reached up and grasped her boobs, kneading them and pulling the nipples. She moaned deep in her throat, her eyes closed and her head thrown back and rolling slightly from side to side.

After a pleasurable time, I could tell I was building toward my climax. I told Rachel I was going to cum soon, and she said throatily, "Don't hold back - I'm really close now, too." She began to rock more quickly, her breath coming in short gasps as she built. I came suddenly, shooting deep into her. As I came, her pussy began to spasm and her own orgasm washed over her. She went rigid again, and I held her as her pleasure took hold. When it receded, she leaned forward until she lay against me, my softening penis sliding wetly out of her.

We lay that way for a long time, resting, kissing each other softly in the spots we could reach without much motion, finding warmth and comfort in the embrace. When she finally rolled off me, she cuddled next to me and said softly, "Thank you. I haven't had that for a long time. I thought I might have forgotten how. I know I had forgotten how good it could be."

I didn't say anything, but held her close. I didn't want to make any promises I couldn't keep, but I knew she needed both the closeness and the affirmation. After a while, I said, "You're welcome. It was really good for me, too. You are an amazing woman and a passionate lover. Someone is going to be lucky to get you." She didn't say anything, and we both knew that this was a one-time thing, and that we had to go back home to family and neighborhood, pretending to be no more than friends. 




Playing the Game



At about the same time, we got up to clean up and take a shower. After that, she asked if I wanted to share the big bed with her. She looked both hopeful and a bit tentative, so I said yes. We slipped into bed, cuddling warmly beneath the covers. We slept then, mostly chastely, and woke late the next morning. I saw her looking at me and smiling. I kissed her good morning, and she snuggled up next to me, with her head on my shoulder and the smell of her hair in my nose.

"I know this can't continue, and I don't want it to. We both have too much to loose to not be discrete about this, so we will be friendly and warm at home, but nothing more." She wasn't being cruel or mean, and she knew I agreed with her. She went on, "If it happens that we come back here to close or open the cabin again in the future, well, we'll take that as we may. As for now, we'll always have this weekend." When she finished speaking, she kissed me on the cheek. As she did that, her hand moved down under the covers until she found my soft penis. As she began to stroke it, she looked at me with a twinkle and said, "Of course, the weekend's not over yet." With that, her head disappeared under the covers as she treated me to a breakfast blowjob. It was gentle and loving, and I moved my hand over her back and ran my nails over the cheeks of her ass. She moved around so that she was on her knees next to me with her ass near my head so I could fondle her pussy. I stroked two fingers into her, using my thumb on her clit to bring her off. We came at about the same time, shuddering and collapsing back onto the bed. 

After that, we needed to get our work done and back on the road. The trip back was fairly quiet, with both of us ruminating on the weekend's events. I gave her a chaste hug as she dropped me off and headed into my house. My wife greeted me with a hug and kiss, and asked me how the trip was. I responded that we had had a good time and got the cabin all ready for the summer. Brenda asked if we had the chance to do anything fun. I replied that we had stayed at the cabin and played games Saturday night. In response to her next question, I said, "Oh, we played a bunch of stuff - mostly Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit."

"Who won?"

"Oh, I think we both did."

"That's nice.

Yes. Yes it was.



Playing the Game/Dancing the Line



It's one of those days. I know it's one of those days. I can feel my blood thrum under the surface. I want you. I want you so damn badly but you're always so cool. So smug. So fucking self-assured. You expect me to submit to you, like I always do. You expect me to beg you to fuck me. To beg for every teasing touch. You expect me to beg for you to hurt me, the way I deserve, telling you what a whore I am. I should crawl on the floor expressing gratitude for the honour of your attention and afterwards, I should thank you for it. And I want to. God knows I want to. But not today. Today, on days like today, it's all about the line. Dancing the line. Playing that game. Showing you that I can play that game. Showing you that it doesn't matter how cruel you are, how smart you are, how sexy you are, because I can be just as nasty. It's that temporary madness, that desire to hurt you back.

"I believe I just gave you an instruction girl." Girl isn't in your usual vocabulary which means you are giving me a warning. You're watching me very carefully with that focused stare I usually find intimidating. I step backwards, sideways, out of range and I grin.

"Girl? Really?" I laugh, just a little "who says girl? Girl?!" And then serious again. "I do have a name." I start to manoeuvre myself towards the door but with two steps you position yourself between it and me. "And I expect you to use it."

It's that final line that settles it. A nervous thrill goes through me as you start to smile. Your twisted sense of humour loves this as much as I do.

"Of course," you say smoothly, as though testing out a new theory, "a name is really only something that you respond to. And you respond so well to so many don't you? Whore. Slut. Stupid. Pig. Worthless fucking piece of meat." The names hit me in the cunt, just like you knew they would but I refuse to let you see it, glaring at you with scornful eyes.

"Oh you do have a way with words," I say thick with sarcasm. "I can see that the ladies must be falling at your feet with charm like that." It's not the best comeback ever but your stance is unnerving me. Altogether too amused. Infuriating. And actually, I don't need to be too clever.

You smile shortly. "When they do fall it tends to be because they've tripped over you grovelling at my feet, where you belong." Your fingers dig into my arm as you drag me painfully closer to you and speak in my ear. "What is this about? Don't tell me my whore is developing a bit of backbone? Whole species evolve faster than you do."

Wrenching myself out of your grasp I spit "I'm not your whore."

"Really?" you say "In that case you'd better tell me whose whore you are because I owe somebody a lot of money." There is a flash of a moment where my irritation rises. Why do you always have to be so bloody unruffled? I need you to care more than this. I'm worth more than your indifference. Unthinking I lash out, slapping you around the face. Instantly I recoil, wide eyed. I never struck you before.

"Oh shit." I scramble to get away from you but you grab me pushing me hard against the wall. You look angry which only makes my cunt clench in betrayal. How do you do this to me? You raise your hand and I flinch automatically but you softly start to stroke my hair, pulling me gently towards you and you kiss me. I'm so surprised to find you kissing me that I respond and you become more intense, passionate, pushing my top up over my breasts making me moan. You start kissing my neck, a path of kisses up to my ear as your hands start to unbutton my jeans.

"Darling?" you say pushing them down to my ankles and then running your hands expertly over my half stripped body. You kiss me again on the mouth and I feel breathless as you pull away biting my lower lip gently and then start kissing my neck again. "Who makes you feel like this?" I moan in response to the onslaught of your hands on my body, voice in my ear and you twist my left nipple sharply, painfully to get my attention. "No really darling, who makes you feel like this?"

"You do," I breathe moving my hands to start to unbutton your jeans. Your hands immediately fly up to my throat, restricting my air flow and you push your body harder up against mine, against the wall.

"That's right," you say coldly "I do." Snapped out of the daze of my lust I can see that your face is still angry. You look seriously pissed and a jolt of fear rushes through me. "So what the fuck do you think you are doing?" I'm struggling to breathe and you spit on my face before releasing me and stepping back.

In my effort to simultaneously get my breath back and get some distance between us I forget about the jeans bunched around my ankles and I trip, sprawling across the floor at your feet. I look up in time to see the kick you aim but not soon enough to avoid the blow to my side. I try to shut out the pain, kicking off my jeans so that I can scramble to my feet as quickly as possible. Instantly, you knock me back as I try to rise and pin me down, your body weight making it impossible to move.

You look smugly amused as I struggle to move my arms, your hands digging into my wrists.

"What's the matter little whore?" you mock "Don't try to tell me your cunt isn't wet, I know it is. It doesn't matter what I do to you, you'll take anything and beg me for more. Won't you honey?" Your cool, blue eyes are laughing at me but actually I know I haven't lost yet. You're still playing the game and I know it.

"You're a fucking wanker," I say taking care to clearly stress each word. Your eyes narrow although you hold onto the mocking smile. Suddenly you jump up and grabbing me by the hair you drag me up and over to the mirror. I hate it when you pull me by the hair, I hate the sharp, wrenching needle pain on my scalp. You know it too. You push me up to the glass, the cold a smart shock to my skin and I try to pull away but the hand grasping my hair brings me back to where you want. I see my eyes in the mirror and hastily look down, away.

"Look at yourself," you snap "Say that again."

Inwardly I wince as I look up to see you glaring at me in the mirror. I try to turn around to face you but you don't allow me, shoving me back with your body weight. "Say it again," you repeat.

I know what you're doing. You think that if I can see my disrespect I will lose my resolve. That I will feel shame and self disgust. I'll meet my own gaze in the mirror and the realisation of the seriousness of my offence will hit me, my eyes will widen and I will start to plead with you for your forgiveness. And usually that would happen.

I thrust back with my elbow into your chest, pushing you back so I can turn around. There are so many ways you can stop this, I know because you've used them before. Any number of words, phrases, actions. It really must be like training a dog. But I don't want them to affect me. I don't want you to stop this. I want to make you passionate with anger, love, lust. I want your touch, rough all over me, scolding with hatred, love, desire.

"So," you say, as though disappointed. "You don't want to be my good girl today." You're just looking at me, with those eyes. My throat tightens and I know I need to shut down my ears. I can't listen to you when you do this. I'm weakening and I can't afford to lose this.

"No girl could be your good girl every day," I say, which isn't really what I mean, I'm getting this all wrong. I shake my head, physically trying to clear my confusion and you laugh.

"Darling, you struggle to be any good, at all. If it wasn't for the fact you are so desperate to degrade yourself I would have got rid of you long ago." You turn around and walk to the other side of the room to pick up a book and then you sit down on the double leather sofa, opening it to read. All I can feel is the empty space around me and I know what you are doing. I know what you are doing but I don't care.

"No, please," the words gasp out my mouth before I can think about it. I can't take you ignoring me. I take two rushing steps towards you before your words snap me still.

"Please what? What the fuck do you want now? You aren't in the mood to be good – fine, but don't expect me to be in the mood to pay attention to you."

"No, please," I feel like I'm crashing into a cold, dark ocean. I rush the rest of the way to you, collapsing onto my knees against your legs. "I will be good, I promise, I'm sorry."

"You don't know how to be good," you say lazily, stroking my face and then pushing me away. Your rejection hurts but I immediately scramble back up to you.

"Please let me -"

Suddenly you sit up and you slap me hard, cutting off my words.

"Sir," you say calmly. "Please Sir. It's only three little letters, even you should be able to manage it." I feel my blush hit my cheeks. I can't look at you, I can feel my heart thumping as I hear the sound of you putting your book on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry Sir," I say, trying to swallow the hurt in my throat. "Please let me try to be good."

You shake your head, slowly, reluctantly. "Just how stupid do you think I am?"

I shake my head wordlessly, my eyes on you. I wish I didn't always forget how you do this to me. Slowly you reach over and grab the empty wine bottle from last night from the table and you give it to me.

"Strip first," you say coldly, sitting back, getting comfortable. I know what you want me to do. You love watching me do this but I hate it. My hands trembling I pull my top up over my head and throw it to the corner out of the way. "Bitch, you'd better not be wasting my time. Get on with it."

I feel a bit sick but I peel off my underwear quicker, feeling the sudden cool air stiffen my nipples. I take the wine bottle and kneeling before you I slowly insert the neck into my cunt. It's cold and hard and I know my face has turned bright red as I start to fuck it.

"Look at me," you say and I take my eyes from the blank spot I was focusing on to look at you. Your eyes send a jolt through me and suddenly the intrusion of the bottle starts to feel pleasurable and I moan in shame. This is what I hate. I hate fucking myself for you. I hate you watching but I hate it more because I like it and because I can't hide that I like it. "You like that don't you slut?" I nod, not trusting myself to speak, trying to keep the noise in. Your eyebrows rise questioningly. "Then where are your manners?"

"Thank you Sir."

"Better. Now get on your back and fuck yourself properly, like I know you want to." I reposition. It's easier to fuck harder like this, which only makes it harder for me to hold onto some self control. "Faster," you snap "I know when you're holding back on me." Instantly I start pumping faster and harder. I'm aware that I'm writhing around and moaning and a separate part of me cringes in embarrassment as you watch me calmly as I start to approach orgasm. I'm getting louder and louder, closer and closer when you suddenly take the bottle out of my hand. I didn't even realise you'd moved. Disorientated I look at you between my legs looking at the bottle in your hand. You look mildly disgusted.

"You've made it filthy, clean it up." You drop it on my belly and eagerly I snatch it up and start to lick it clean. You know I love the taste of my own cunt juice. I know you like to see how much. I only really register what I'm doing once it is clean and suddenly shy I duck my head away from you, blushing. I don't know how you do this to me. Make me forget myself. I sneak a sideways look at you and when I see your face I remember. Shit, I'm still in trouble.

You sit back down on the edge of the sofa with your legs apart. The look in your eye makes me think briefly about running and I twitch unconsciously.

"Oh no," you say, your hand shooting out and grabbing my hair "don't even think about it!" You pull me up so that I'm kneeling between your legs and then you let me go. I can't really think clearly. I feel dizzy, I want to run but then I also feel ashamed and want to stay to make amends and being so close to you, naked while you remain clothed makes me feel so deliciously vulnerable.

Softly you put your hand under my chin and raise my head up so that I'm looking at you. For a moment you just look at me. I'm totally unprepared for the slap that knocks me sideways onto your knee. You've never slapped me so hard. My cheek is burning and I can't breathe. I choke, trying to get my breath back. You haven't moved.

"Kneel. Back. Up." Jerkily I kneel back up, my palm pressed tight against my face, as though that would help. "Lose the hand." Reluctantly I lower my hand, I can feel the tears start to prick my eyes and I blink trying to stop them. You turn my head so that you can see your handprint and then you smile. "Good." You pause a moment, gently twisting a long length of my hair. "So, you want to be my good girl now do you?"

"Yes Sir, please Sir," part of me hates how you make me this desperate for you. But only part.

"You do know you'll have to pay for your attitude earlier, don't you?" I shiver, lowering my head. "Or maybe that's what you want little whore? Maybe you enjoy pissing me off since it means I have to whip your ass?" You laugh. You know I hate being punished. "Or did you not think of that honey? Did you not think there might be repercussions for disobeying me? Did you not imagine there might be an issue with being an insolent smart arse?" I flinch as you grab my hair to bring my face closer. "What about for hitting me?"

I lower my eyes, replaying that moment in my head. Unexpectedly I feel my former mood rise again.

"You deserved it!" I spit "You hurt me."

"I'll hurt you all I want." You grab my arms tightly, preventing me from rising. "And you'll thank me for it. Won't you?" Your fingers dig in but it's the force of your eyes I can't take.

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

"You're always sorry, you'd do better to try to do right in the first place." Tears prick my eyes again and you gently wipe them away. "Mind you," your voice suddenly turns soft, baiting me "it's so sweet how you always think you can win."

I guess the game isn't over yet.