Let the Games Begin: Story 1 of The Wife Games (2 page)

Noise returned. A pretty brunette was
talking. “Come on, baby,” she said, coming up from her assigned
man’s cock. She moved up, rubbing those exceptional boobs on his
cock, but without removing her dress. The way she was bent, the rim
of her shirt came down a little. She moved forward so his cock went
inside. The camera just barely revealed that his cock was going
between her tits, which were held together nicely by what looked
like a sports bra, another standard issue.

“You like that,” she said.

“Oh yes,” said the man, an older Asian
fellow. “I do very much.”

“Okay sweetie, but make sure you don’t
disqualify me by putting it in there. Tell me before you go.”

Caleb looked around. He noted one screen was
gone, and the other screens appeared to have increased in size to
compensate for the loss. He wondered what Kendra might be doing to
match the woman, although he didn’t know if she could hear her.

Kendra had done something. She was looking up
at her assigned man. That was a good move. She had beautiful blue
eyes, which contrasted very well with her dark hair, and sparkled
like a child’s peepers.

The man smiled down on her, alternating his
glance between her skirt end and her cute face.

The Asian man moaned very loudly, bringing
Caleb’s attention back to that screen, where the big titied woman
was taking his cum all over her face. Caleb thought that must be
the rule. The woman’s face had to be cummed.

And now he was worried. Kendra was trying
really hard, and there was only one spot remaining. He looked
around. Mostly, he saw women kind of shyly going about it. Some
were breaking frequently, as if they were having a hard time
stomaching it. One appeared to be dry heaving between sucking
spells.

But there was another who was definitely in
competition with his wife for that third spot. The tall red head
was deep throating a black gentleman, whose head was back and lips
drawn into a rapturous smile. Caleb was sure the man would soon
cum. It was a lost cause for his wife. At least, it seemed that
way.

But then Caleb looked back at her screen and
saw Kendra had taken the cock from her mouth and was rubbing it all
over her face. She then shook it in her hand, smacking it all over
her cheeks. She licked the tip. Maybe she had a chance. Her man
looked very pleased. Caleb knew she couldn’t deep throat. It was
something he’d never pressured her to do. She’d tried it a couple
of times and then given up. He didn’t care. With an ass like hers,
blow jobs would never need to be her specialty. At least, it had
seemed that way before today. And now he was even more ashamed. He
had such an urge to pleasure himself right now.

Caleb heard various sounds all around him.
Some were of relief. Some were disappointment. He knew what had
happened. He looked and saw the red head had cum all over her face,
and he knew it was over.

He looked back to see Kendra’s face get
loaded up with the creamy stuff, but just seconds too late. A door
opened on the other side of the room, and she walked out, her
assigned man walking out seconds later.

Caleb watched on in disappointment as the
other girls finished. All got their assigned man to completion, so,
luckily, no one had to die today.

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They bussed the husbands to another building.
This one contained the rooms they stayed in. These were much better
than the living stations they were used to. The bed was big enough
to sleep a family of five and very springy. There was a bathtub and
a shower. He’d not seen the former in years. There was even a
television with shows programmed on it from before the world had
changed. He didn’t use any of this. He wanted to wait for his wife
to enjoy their last night of luxury together.

She was there about an hour after he’d
arrived. He opened the door and she ran into this arms. He lifted
her from the floor. He didn’t know what to say, so he just held her
like that for a couple of minutes.

Finally, he sat her down and looked at her
face, with her sparkling eyes and a look that begged a question. He
didn’t know what that question was.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “You?”

He smiled at her and kissed her on lips that
had recently surrounded another man’s cock. Even that somehow
turned him on.

“Well,” he said. “It’s over now. I guess
we’ll be going home?”

Her already big eyes grew bigger. She shook
her head, the question on her face again. “I was in the top three.
I guess one of the girls got disqualified. You were supposed to not
touch the man with anything below your waist and you had to leave
your clothes on. I guess she thought wearing the dress around her
neck was enough, but the judges saw differently. She gets to live,
since she finished, but she’s out of the contest. But anyway, I
finished third and have to move on to the next round.”

He didn’t know how to respond to that, didn’t
know how he could possibly express how he felt about it. He pulled
her into an embrace. He let his hand slide down to her ass. He
wondered if that hinted at it enough. He wasn’t going to say
anything yet.

About the Author

Arla Coopa majored in creative writing before
dropping out of school to pursue a lucrative line of work. Some
might call her a stripper. Some might call her an exotic dancer.
It’s really a matter of taste. Into her thirties and still
entertaining people with her body, Arla has decided to return to
her roots and pick up the pen. She hopes her offbeat style and
strange sexual tastes will entertain you.