2007-08-31

Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Game Nights
by RLM



Their husbands discovered that there are more exciting games than poker.


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A Get-together at the Baxters:

"Jezz... can you believe this?" Traci LaFavor said, shaking her head in disbelief. "It's Saturday night and our men are not in some room playing poker. I can't remember the last time I've seen Vance on a Saturday night."

Karen Schenkel nodded her agreement. "Yeah... tell me about it! You know, I once persuaded Alan to let me go to the poker game with him and watch. I fucking couldn't believe it."

"What? You actually got Alan to let you go to the game?? How in the hell did you manage that feat?" Julia Lamar questioned, clearly not quite believing what Karen had said.

"Well, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse, so to speak."

"I can imagine what it was," Paula said with a devilish grin.

"Well, I can't," Julia persisted. "I've tried to get Chadd to let me come to the game several times. He just says something stupid like... 'Women sort of throw a wet blanket on the conversation.' How did you manage it?"

"Why don't you tell her, Paula?" Karen suggested.

"Not hard to figure out actually. Has to be something that competes well with poker, golf, and sports, and where men are concerned, there's only one thing in the universe that does that... P.. U.. S.. S.. Y. I'd guess that Karen told her loving husband if he didn't let her visit the poker game, he wouldn't be visiting her pussy for a long... long... long... time."

"Wow! Was that it?" Julia asked.

"Well... it wasn't quite as drastic as Paula suggests. I actually said it would be week without sex if I didn't get to go the game. After all, I really didn't care to go a long... long... long time, as Paula puts it, without cock. So, I figured a week would do the job, and it did. I got to go to the game with Alan."

"I don't think you would have needed to worry, Honey," Traci commented. "They way you look, I would imagine are that there are at least 50,000 guys in this city who would have been willing to help you out in your hour of need."

Paula agreed. "She's right, Karen. Men are really big-hearted and generous gentlemen when they see a lady in that kind of distress. Like the Little Dutch Boy with his finger in the dike, they're always prepared to stick something into a hole when needed."

We busied ourselves setting the table and opening up the wine so it could breathe for a while. Eventually, curiosity got the better of Julia. "I can't stand it any longer, Karen. You said that when you watched the men's poker game, you 'fucking couldn't believe it'. Come on. Tell us what was so unbelievable?"

"How about the rest of you? Traci? Paula? Do both of you want to hear this or should Julia and I take a walk through the delightful woods at the back of your home?"

When the two women nodded, Karen first checked the den to see where their husbands were. All four men were on the patio where Gordon was broiling the steaks.

"Why don't we have a glass of the wine and sit around the table? That way I won't have to speak so loud," Karen suggested.

When everyone was seated, she began. "At first the men were clearly unhappy that Alan had invited me. In fact, they were angry with him... so much so that I felt I had to tell them about my threat over sex if he didn't invite me along. After that, they let it go, but there was almost no conversation for nearly an hour."

"They just sat there in near silence playing cards?" Traci asked.

"Pretty much. Finally, they relaxed some and began to chat, but it was obviously strained. Every time one of the guys would start a story that involved some woman, someone would shake his head, and the story would stop. It wasn't rocket science for me to figure out that as long as I was in the room, no one was going to enjoy themselves, but I had no car and couldn't leave without taking Alan away from the game. So, I pretended to be very tired and told Alan and the rest of the men that I was going to the bedroom to take a nap. I told Alan to wake me up when he was ready to go."

"And did you?" Paula inquired with a smile.

"I did... at least, at first I did. I really intended to sleep until Alan was ready to leave, but I needed to use the facilities before I went to sleep. The bathroom was next to the poker room, and I could overhear their conversation, which was all about women they would really like to fuck."

"Surprise, surprise!!" Julia laughed. "You hardly needed to eavesdrop to figure out that would be the topic of their conversation."

"That's true, but still I was surprised. No. I wasn't surprised... I was actually shocked. One thing for sure was that I was no longer sleepy. After leaving the bathroom, I found I could hear even better from the living room, which no one ever used so I could listen from there without worrying about being discovered."

"What's so shocking about a bunch of guys away from their wives talking about fucking a bunch of sluts?" Traci wanted to know.

"They really weren't discussing a bunch of sluts. If they had been, I wouldn't have been so shocked."

"Well, come on," Julia urged, curiosity eating her up. "I want to know who my husband wants to fuck. I've always suspected that Chadd has a thing for his secretary."

"How about the rest of you? Traci? Paula? Do you want to know or should I just tell Julia separately?"

"Yeah. I'm with Julia. Tell us!" Traci said without hesitation.

"Paula?" Karen asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm pretty certain, I already know, but to ahead. Tell us."

"Ok. But remember, you asked me to tell you. It seems that the biggest fantasy that each of our husbands has is to fuck all four of us, either one at a time or all together."

"Really?!" Julia asked, totally surprised. "You mean Chadd wants to get you, or Traci, or Paula in bed rather than that slutty secretary of his?"

"Yeah. That's the story," Karen confirmed. "Did you really know that, Paula?"

"Gordon's never mentioned it to me, but I know that he always says that 'Hot Married Pussy' is the best. So if the guys were talking about what women, other than their wife, that they'd like to bed, I knew Gordon's choice would be the three of you. How do you feel about knowing that Gordon would love to mount you, Karen?"

"Well, I don't... well, I'm not... eh... maybe, but...," Laura stopped as her face turned several shades of red.

"I think we can be certain of her answer," Paula laughed. "Just look at her face." Traci and Julia smiled knowingly. Paula turned to Traci, "How about you, Traci? Now that you know that Chadd would love to lay you, would you like that?"

Traci also blushed, but not as much as Karen. She was more direct. "If I knew that Julia wouldn't scratch my eyes out, I'd love to spread my legs for Chadd."

"Now, it's your turn Julia. You heard what Karen said. Alan would really love to fuck you. Interested?"

Julia pressed her thighs together, and said very softly, "Oh yes."

"Ok, you sluts, I guess it's my turn to answer my own question. I'd love to be screwed by your husbands. Now, I have a plan to put the kibosh to these Saturday night poker games. Want to hear it?"

Twenty minutes later, Gordon poked his head in the door and said, "Steaks are almost ready."

"All right, Ladies, and I guess we can agree that I'm using the term loosely, we need to put the rest of the food on the table."

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After dinner, I put some soft music on the sound system while the eight of us enjoyed three bottles of different wines. A bit later, my wife got up and began to clear the dishes off the dining room table. Julia and Karen wandered out onto the back yard patio while Traci settled back on the couch. Alan joined her and poured each of them another glass of wine. Vance walked out onto the patio and began chatting with Julia.

I didn't feel right letting my wife do all the work of cleaning up the dishes, so I went into the kitchen to help her. Chadd was there ahead of me, but he wasn't helping a great deal as his hands were busy stroking my wife's ass. I was so startled, I bumped into the butcher block.


My wife wasn't making any progress with the dishes with Chadd's hands over over her ass and her tits out.


Paula turned at the sound and smiled at me. "Hi, Honey. I just saw Karen wandering off into the woods. They're pretty dense and the trails aren't that well marked. Why don't you catch up with her so she doesn't get lost or step into one of those bogs around the brook?"

I nodded dumbly and said, "Ok. You need any help in here?"

"No. Chadd has things well in hand."

"All right." As I left the kitchen, I paused in the doorway and looked back. Chadd did seem to have things well in hand as his arms now circled my wife's back. I was certain that the "things" he had well in hand at the moment were both of my wife's big tits.


Paula was grinding her ass into Chadd's erection while he squeezed her tits.


As I walked back through the den, I saw that Alan and Traci were now standing in the hallway. Neither of them noticed me. Not surprising, since they both had their eyes closed as they kissed. If that wasn't enough to distract them, the fact that Traci's hand that was now squeezing Alan's bulge probably was.


It looked to me like Traci was trying to jerk Alan off and make him shoot off in his pants.


Walking onto our patio, I saw no trace of either of the women nor of Vance. Paula had said that Karen was taking a walk in our woods, so I headed in that direction. As I passed the bath house for our pool, I saw Vance had Julie on a bench with her blouse wide open and both tits out. She was leaning back, thrusting her chest against Vance's hands. Vance was busy squeeing both of her big gloves while he tongued her erect nipples. Just before entering the woods, I looked back in the direction of the bath house. I saw Julia walking inside with Vance right behind her. Once they were both inside, the door closed.


Vance worked feverishly on Traci's tits causing the woman to moan. Her legs parted automatically.


Increasing my pace, it didn't take long for me to catch up with Karen. As I approached, she turned, smiled, and said, "Hi. It took you long enough to get here. I thought I was going to have to take this walk alone."

"Sorry. I didn't know you had decided to take a walk in our woods. I had gone into the kitchen to help Paula, but Chadd was already helping her. Paula told me that you were taking a walk in the woods and I should come along to make certain you didn't get lost."

"And was Chadd doing a good job helping your wife?"

"I suppose. Paula said he had things well in hand."

Karen smiled seductively. "I'll just bet he did. Come on. Show me the woods. Make certain that I don't get lost, Gordon."

Karen looked red hot even if she was wearing a green sheathe. It was so tight, every curve showed, and it just barely covered her ass. She walked in front of me as we moved down the trail along side of the brook running through our woods. As she walked, her ass swung deliciously from side to side. Reaching a clearing, she turned to face me.

"I think I've seen enough of the woods, Gordon. Do you see anything that interests you?"


I saw plenty that interested me. So much so, I wanted to fuck her right here on the spot.


My wife has always said that I'm sometimes slow on the uptake of female signals. And she's right. But while I may be slow, I'm not completely inert. Without a word, I took the sexy, dark-haired beauty in my arms, pressed my very erect, 8-inch cock hard against her mound, and covered her mouth with my own.

Karen responded eagerly. Her mouth opened under mine, her tongue caressing mine as it entered. My hands were busy as well my mouth, tongue, and cock. Slowly, they moved up and down the length of her back and over her now thrusting buttocks. Once I had her ass firmly in hand, I pulled her even more tightly against my thrusting organ and then began lifting her... up and down... on its length.

The short sheathe had worked itself up to her hips exposing her crotch that was now protected only by her black thong.

"Oh god, Gordon! That feels soooo good... aaahhhh... mmmmmmm... ooohhhh... how big... aaaahhh... mmmmmm... how... uunngghhh.... how big is it?"

"It's big enough," I whispered in Karen's ear as I thrust into her mound and crotch harder and faster.

"AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH ..."

Taking one of my hands off her humping ass, I unzipped the back of her sheathe and pulled it off her shoulder. Only her half bra concealed her big tits now. It was simple to pull the bra cup down and let her tit surge out into the open. I cupped it... hefted the big mound... then squeezed it bringing more moans from Karen's mouth and harder thrusting from her hips.


Karen howled in female heated as my cock surged into her cuntal silt and my mouth took possession of her nipple.


"Hold it up to my lips, Karen. I'm going to make your nipple so hard, you'll think it's going to burst."

She wailed when I took the nipple she held up to my lips a moment later. I've always thought a woman's nerve endings in her nipples were connected at the other end to her pussy. The way Karen's hips rotated against my erection, and the way she began sliding her sex trench up and down the length of my shaft with increased force provided evidence.

"Oh uuggmmmmmm... feels huge... oohhhh... just huge... how big... how big?"

"Eight inches."

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Stop... stop... please... you have to stop, Darling."

"Why?" I asked, not just a little puzzled.

"Oohh Oohh OOhh... because we agreed... aaahhhhhhhhhhh... damn!! damn!! agreed not to allow... uuuummmmmm... you have no idea how wonderful that feels... OOHHH FUCK! ... not allow fucking... or oral sex.... oooohhhh... oohh ... ooohhh... or orgasm tonight... you have to wait until next week."

"You four women agreed?"

"YYYeesssssssssssssss... aaaahhhhhhhhh... STOP... you've got to stop. PLEASE!"

"Ok. We won't fuck or have oral sex. And I won't cum, but you can cum, can't you? Is that breaking your word too?"

"Yess... please."

"All right!" I hissed and backed away. Karen's body sagged. She had to support herself by holding onto a tree to keep from falling.

When she finally managed to stop gasping for breath and could speak coherently, Karen looked at me with lust and passion-filled eyes. "My god, Gordon. You're incredible! I was just going to tease you... get you hard and hot. My entire body is still shaking. You know if you had decided to give me the fucking I deserved for cock teasing you like that, there's no way in hell I would have even considered stopping you."

"I know. But when and if I fuck you, I want to hear you moaning something like, 'Fuck me harder, Darling... deeper... faster'. I certainly don't want to hear, "Stop, Please STOP!".

Karen moved into my arms and kissed me again. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Next time, Darling. Next time that's exactly what you'll be hearing from me."

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Over the next hour, I watched Alan kissing my wife with his hand under her short skirt. Karen had sat down beside Vance on the love seat in the den where he was busy exploring both of her large breasts. Chadd had Traci sitting on the kitchen table while he stood between her spread thighs kissing her. His hands held both of her tits. Finally, I was enjoying exploring Julia's charms... this time with less intensity that I had shown with Karen since I now knew it was to go no further than erotic foreplay. Nevertheless, she was still emitting soft gasps as my fingers danced over her body.

It was nearly midnight, when Paula got everyone assembled in the den and laid out the girls' plans. "I hope you men have enjoyed the erotic play tonight. We certainly have, particularly because we know our randy husbands are going to fuck each of us through the mattress when they get us in bed later tonight."

"Now, next Saturday night, we're going to have a party with much more erotic games. I think you'll really love some of the ideas we have. So you can either go play poker and sit around fantasizing about the women you'd like to fuck, or you can forget cards and come to our Saturday Game Night and have a good chance to see your fantasies become realities. It's your choice guys. The four of us will be here next Saturday night ready for games starting at 8 PM."

"Are we going to play 'Strip Poker'?" Vance asked.

"No. Absolutely not!" my wife stated with finality. Strip poker is erotic for the men, but not for the women. In Strip Poker, you get us naked, you screw us, that's the end of the game. Women enjoy more elaborate games with vastly increased sensuous build-up and erotic play followed by much more intense, hot sex. So, the husbands will NOT be deciding on the games we play during our Saturday Game Nights. We will. Believe me, all of you men will be glad you turned this decision over to us."

At this point, I threw in my two-cents worth. "I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I'm not turning down any erotic Game Nights these four drop-dead gorgeous and sensuous women plan for any poker game on the planet. I'll be here at 8 PM next Saturday!"

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First Game Night:

It was 8:20 PM, the following Saturday night. No one was surprised when there no poker game that evening. Instead, all four husbands were eagerly awaiting "Game Night" to see what the wives had planned.

My wife had refused to allow me to stay home Saturday afternoon. Vance had offered to fix lunch for me after which we hit the links for 18 holes. I had brought clean clothes over to Vance and Traci's home so I could clean up and shower there after the golf game. By 6:30 PM, I and the other three husbands were at "The Garden Spot" for a light dinner of soup and various salads as none of us wanted to be stuffed and sleepy on this particular evening.

We had coffee and a light dessert while waiting for the magic 8 PM hour. When we arrived at our house on time, we found a note telling us to pour ourselves a glass of wine and be patient. It was almost 8:30 PM before the four women appeared. Everyone of them looked like a $2,000-a-night call girl. I was hard as iron in less than 10 seconds.

"Looks like all the guys are present and accounted for," Paula said with a smile.

"Why am I not surprised?" Traci quipped.

"I'd say we have their attention... in more ways than one," Karen remarked staring directly at my tented pants.

"Wonderful! Ok. You guys ready to play?" Paula asked. When we all eagerly nodded, my wife informed us the nature of the game we would be playing this week. "We know you guys like competitive games, so we've arranged one for you... one with prizes for the winners. The game is like a quiz show in which three of the men are the contestants and the fourth guy is the 'Quiz Master'. He will ask a series of questions, which each of you will answer by writing your response on the pad in front of you. The man getting the correct answer or the closest to the correct answer scores the points available for that question. In the event of a tie, the points are divided equally among the men who tie. High score at the end of the round wins the prize. Any questions?"

"Just the obvious ones. Who's the Quiz Master and what's the prize?" Alan asked.

"For the first round, Gordon is the Quiz Master who will be asking the questions. By the way, we have prepared all questions in advance. The Quiz Master simply reads them. The women are the judges who decide the winners."

"Why is Gordon the Quiz Master?" Alan persisted.

"Because his wife is the prize for the first round and it wouldn't be fair for him to be a contestant. He has too much information that the rest of you don't have."

"I get it! Each round the prize is a different wife, and her husband is the Quiz Master, right?" Chadd gushed, obviously proud of himself.

"Will you stop already with the crowing. It's not exactly an intricate problem in quantum field theory," Vance said, obviously chagrined that he hadn't figured it out first.

Karen stepped forward and announced, "Ok. Time to start. Will our first luscious prize take her place in the prize square." My wife moved into a cleared area of the den and struck a sexy pose with her hand on her hip. "Gentlemen, the winner of this round takes this lovely slut to the master bedroom for the evening during which time she will be his total sex slave. To provide some additional incentive, each time a question is answered, she will slowly strip and expose more of her hot, sensuous body the winner will be enjoying. As Paula told you, Gordon is not eligible to compete. All right, Paula, sit in the chair and keep your slutty legs together."


My wife was clearly a luscious prize whom each of the men hoped to win.


"Quiz Master. Read the first question. Each contestant has 30 seconds to answer. The winner receives 10 points."

I looked down at first 3"x 6" white card. If the first question was an example of what was to come, Game Night was going to send poker games into limbo forever. "This is a two part question. Answer each part. Part A: "Is my wife's pussy natural, trimmed, or totally shaved? Part B: Does my wife have a belly button piercing? Yes or No? You have 30 seconds."

When the 30 second time had expired, Karen said, "Ok, Guys. Let's have your answers. Chadd?"

"Paula's pussy is shaved, and she's got a small belly button piercing."

"Alan?"

"Yeah, a small belly button piercing, but her pussy is trimmed."

"And Vance?"

"Same as Chadd's answer. Shaved with a piercing."

"Ok. Chadd and Vance split the 10 points. Nothing for Alan. Paula, please reward our winners by opening your legs enough to allow the men to see your thighs and thong." My cock got so hard, it hurt as I watched my wife spreading for the other three husbands... but not for me.


"Do you guys think my panties are sexy?" my wife teased, arching her hips.


"Ok. Here's the second question. This one is worth 20 points. How many different cocks, including her husband's, have fucked Paula's delectable, wet cunt? It says you have a full minute to consider your answer for this question." The answer, apparently provided by my wife, was written at the bottom of the card. I couldn't believe it."

After a minute, Karen said, "We'll take the answers in reverse order this time. Vance?"

"Well, Paula's a sexy, hot woman. But then none of us have had any luck getting into her."

Karen interrupted. "Well, Vance, if you win, that will change in about 20 minutes or so. What's your guess?"

"I've guessed 17."

"Alan?"

"I'm guessing that hot, sexy, Slut has been fucked by 85 different men."

Karen laughed. "You hear that, Paula. Alan thinks you're a hooker on the side. What about you, Chadd. What do you think?"

"I'm in the middle. My guess is 35."

"Quiz Master, will you please announce the correct answer and the result."

I shook my head in wonder. "Good Grief! JEZZZ!!! This card says my wife has been fucked by 146 different men. So, Alan gets the full 20 points." Turning to my wife, I asked, "How do you know the exact number like that?"

"I keep a diary, Lover. I always have," she responded with sexy smile.

"Can I see it?"

"Maybe. I'll think about it."

"Ok, You slutty, Bitch. Take out your big tits and show the winner what's waiting for him if he maintains his lead."


"MMMmmmmm... you guys have my nipples sooo hard," Paula moaned.


Paula stood and pulled her dress down below her bit 38DD melons. She was wearing no bra. Everyone in the room could easily see how hard and excited both of her nipples were. Karen made sure we all saw that. "Just look at the Slut's nipples. Hard as pencil erasers... and swollen. She can't wait to be a sex slave and have number 147 up her hot cunt. Quiz Master. If you please."

"Question Number 3 is also worth 20 points. "When was the last time Paula fucked a guy that she hasn't ever told her husband about and where was Gordon when she got fucked? You should guess a specific month, day, and year to avoid ties. You have two minutes." While the men thought, I looked at the answer. Good god!

I noticed that Karen, Traci, and Julie were all grinning at me. They knew that the answers were a total shock for me. They also knew that they were making my cock iron hard.

"Let's start with Chadd this time. Chadd?"

"This one is impossible. I'll guess during the fishing trip that Gordon took to Canada last summer... So, July 20, 2007 and Gordon was in Canada."

"Ok. That might be correct. Alan?"

"I would say during our poker games. I know you girls were really pissed off with us over those games. So... I'll guess, three weeks ago exactly. That would make it April 26, 2008, and Gordon was in my house playing poker."

"Clever guess. Vance?"

"My guess is the same as Alan's. During our poker games, but my guess as to the time is two weeks ago, May 3, 2008, here in this house."

"And the correct answer is.... Mr. Quiz Master?" All the women were laughing. Even my wife couldn't suppress her giggling as I read the card. "The last time my wife was fucked by a man she hasn't yet told me about was between 5 and 6 PM, Saturday, May 24, 2008 while Gordon was playing golf with Vance. So the winner is Vance."

"What the fuck?! Vance exploded. You were getting fucked this afternoon while we were playing golf? JEZZZ!!"

"You men should have known that. Paula always tells Gordon every thing. If he doesn't know, it must have been today after she had made him leave the house."

There was no way I could keep from asking. "Who fucked you?"

"That question's not on the cards you're supposed to be reading, Darling. Besides, I have to take off my dress and bend over so the winner can see my hot ass," my wife responded, still giggling.


After refusing to tell me who fucked her, my wife slipped out of her dress and thrust her hot ass toward Vance. "Hope you like it, Honey."


"Next question, Quiz Master."

I was almost afraid to even look at the next card. What is the largest number of different cocks Paula has had in any 24-hour period? Her husband's cock should be counted. This question counts 30 points. You have one minute."

As the men considered their answers, I refused to even look at the answer at the bottom of the card. I did notice that once again, the women were all staring at me waiting for me to see it. "Shit!" I thought. "I wonder what the hell this answer is. We had a X-rated New Year's Eve party two years before in which we had converted our basement into a totally darkened dance floor. That was probably the answer." I mentally started counting up.

"Ok, time's up. Vance?"

"Well, Gordon has mentioned a few wild parties. I particularly remember a New Year's Eve party at this house. So, I'm guessing 8."

"Alan? What's your guess?"

"Well, I didn't know about that party. So I'm sure I'm too low. I guessed 5."

"And Chadd?"

An even dozen, 12."

"Mr. Quiz Master?"

Now I read the card. For once, it contained no surprises for me. "It was at the x-rated New Year's Eve party at our house. During that 24-hour period, 14 men enjoyed my pussy. So Chadd wins."

"What's the current score?" Karen asked Julie.

"Chadd and Vance are tied with 25 each. Alan is close with 20."


The wet thong stuck to Paula's cunt, outline her slit perfectly.


"Very tight competition. Ok, Slut. Sit down and spread your legs wide open. The men want to see how wet that sexy thong of yours is." Paula sat back down in the chair, opened her legs wide, and exposed the soaking wet throng strip between her thighs. Her big tits were heaving with excitement.

The next question was worth 40 points. "My wife is turned on more by some positions and types of sexual activity than others. Arrange the following in order from the one that excites her the most to the one that excites her the least: missionary position fucking; doggy position fucking; oral sex with tongue on her clit; top riding a cock; anal sex in doggy position; anal sex with her on top; spoon position fucking. You have two minutes."

I absolutely knew the answer to this question. I didn't even have to read the card. When the men gave their answers, Alan and Vance were judged to have tied since they each got one answer out of position. The correct order is doggy position fucking; oral sex with tongue on her clit; missionary position fucking; top riding a cock; anal sex in doggy position; anal sex with her on top; spoon position fucking. Vance got spoon position out of place and Alan inverted oral sex and missionary position fucking.

"Paula take off your thong... get naked for the contestants. Ok. There are three more questions before we can decide a winner. Quiz Master."


Even though totally naked, we still couldn't see my wife's cunt, but I knew that after the next question, her legs would be wide open.


I read the next question, which was worth 30 points. "Two persons in this room have fucked my wife. Who are they? You have one minute."

To the credit of my friends, they all honed in on the right track for the correct answer. Each man picked me, of course, as one of the two persons, and each man realized that it had to be one of the other wives because if it were another husband, the question would be unfair. Chadd won when he guessed that the second person was his wife, Julia.

"How did you know, Darling?" Julia asked.

"I've seen you looking at women. And you told me your roommate used to do you in college. So I figured it must be you who got Paula. How did you do her?" He didn't get an answer, which surprised no one.

"Ok, Slut. Get in your favorite position... doggy... head down, ass up, knees wide. Show the men what they’re going to be fucking very soon if they win." A moment later, we were all staring into the wet, dilated hole of my wife's cunt and at her beckoning ass hole, which for the moment was closed.


"Can you guys see it?" my wife whispered seductively. "It's wide open... wet... slick... ready for one of your big hard cocks."


"My god," I gasped. "Her cunt hole is gaping open!"

"Of course it is, Gordon," Karen patiently explained. "That's what happens to a woman's pussy when it gets fucked by a big cock like hers was around 6 PM this evening."

The next question was worth 50 points. "Who fucked Paula this afternoon and where was she when his cock was in her cunt? It says here you don't need the name of the guy, just a generic description of who he was. You have two minutes."

Now, I was too curious to resist looking at the answer. This one proved too hard for the men, and the wives decided that no one deserved credit for their answers.

"Ok. None of you get credit for this one. Read the right answer, Gordon."

"The yard was freshly mowed today by our yard boy, Billy. He's 17 years old and gets hard every time he looks at me wearing short shorts and a halter. After he took care of our yard this afternoon, I invited him to my bedroom to take care of my pussy. He did a good job of both."


My slutty wife pulled open her pussy. "Ooohhh god... I'm so hot. Somebody please hurry up and win... I need a big hard cock in me!"


"All right, Paula. Lie down and spread wide open so the men can all see your hot body. This is the final question. The scores are 55 for Chadd, 40 for Alan, and 45 for Vance. The last question counts 40, so the winner will be the one who answers this question correctly. Mr. Quiz Master. Ask the question and let's see who wins your wife's sexual services for the evening. Paula, get up off your sexy butt and go to the master bedroom and get ready to receive your sexual Master for evening."

I couldn't take my eyes off my wife's swinging ass as she undulated into our bedroom where one of my friends would be fucking her for the rest of the evening.

Once my wife had retired to our bedroom, I read the last question. "For 40 points, what is the total number of times my wife and Billy came when they were fucking in our bedroom earlier this afternoon? You have one minute."

When Karen called for the men's answers, they were Chadd: 6. Alan: 8 and Vance" 9. The card said Billy had spent an hour and a half fucking my wife during which time he had shot off in her four times and made my wife cum 6 times.

When Vance entered our master bedroom a few minutes later, he found my wife naked, her ass on a pillow in the middle of the bed, and her legs up and pulled back as she finger-fucked her wet pussy and rubbed her clitoris.

"Ohhhh God! Vance. Get naked. Hurry. Get naked! Get on me! GET IN ME!" we all heard my wife scream. Shortly after that, we heard the squeaking of the bedsprings mixed with the masculine roar of a man pounding a hot cunt and the excited feminine squeals of a woman receiving that hard pounding.

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"Shall we take at peek to see how my husband is fucking that hot blonde slut?" Traci suggested. "How about it, Gordon? Wanna see your wife being fucked?"

"Oh yeah! Come on." I put my hand on Traci's ass as we quietly peeked through the open doorway of the bedroom.

Vance had my wife in her favorite position for receiving cock up her pussy. She was on her knees, head mashed into the covers of the bed. Vance was mounted behind her supporting his weight with his legs as he powered his large shaft in and out of my wife's upturned and waiting cunt. She was squealing on every thrust.


Traci's husband was giving my wife an intense fucking that was bringing wild screams of passion from her lungs.


"AAAahhhhhhhh... Oh Baby. Fuck it! Fuck that hot hole, Stud! Slam it into meeeeeeeeeeeeee.... OOOHHHHHHHHHHH... Yessssss... yessssss..." my wife was hissing in intense female pleasure.

"Damn," Traci whispered beside me. "Why doesn't that stud fuck me like he's giving it to her. Ohhhhh fuckkk... just look how hard he is and how deep he's getting into your wife!"


Vance reared up over my helpless wife and drove his sex spike deep into her throbbing cunt hole. Paula grunted whorishly on every thrust.


Traci's hand was between her thighs, rubbing furiously, as she watched her stud husband fucking Paula like a hot slutty whore. I stepped behind her, cupped her tits, and began grinding my cock into her ass crease.

"Hey you two. Stop that," Karen said softly. "You have to win the next game, Gordon, if you want to use Traci's hot pussy."

I reluctantly pulled away from Traci's hot body, and Karen told us we needed to go back to the den to start the next game. The others followed her, but I lingered watching Vance screwing my wife. She was howling continuously as he power fucked her... so deep... so hard, I could easily hear the squishing of his cock pumping in and out of my wife's pussy.

Holding my wife's hips, Vance hammered stroke after stroke into my wife's cunt. On every thrust, I could see his balls bouncing off my wife's ass. She grunted as wailed as Vance fucked her:

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! OHFUCKIT! FUCK IT! FUCK MY CUNT... FUCK MY CUNT... HARDER, VANCE... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!"

Abruptly, Vance rolled to his side and pulled Paula with him. The new position had them both on their side with him behind. My wife's knees had been far apart when she was getting it in doggy position; now, on her side, her right leg was spread exposing her hand that worked back and forth on her engorged clitoris and Vance's iron-hard cock that fucked her cunt in hard, relentless strokes.


Their position allowed me to see every thing from the huge shaft fucking in and out of my wife's cunt to her fingers frantically stroking her erect and engorged clitoris.


Paula saw me watching Vance fucking her. She smiled seductively. "Can you see his big cock in my pussy, Honey. Get closer so you can see how much I'm being stretched every time he pumps it into me... oooohhhhhhhhhh god.... can you see him fucking your wife's cunt, Baby? AAAahhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I'M GONNA CUMMMM!!! YOUR WIFE IF FUCKING GONNA CUMMMMMM!!"

Vance looked over, saw me watching him screw my wife, and obligingly turned her over onto her back. He held her leg high so I could see the connection of his cock and her cunt and watch as his thick shaft disappeared again and again into her hot sex hole. For good measure, he squeezed her big tits each time he drove his dick into her. Paula rubbed furiously on her clit, grunting and moaning on every stroke.


"AAAAHHHH GAWD! GORDON... I'M CUMMINGGG! YOUR WIFE'S CUNT IS CUMMINGGG... VANCE'S BIG COCK IS MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMM!!"


I was walking back into the den when I heard Paula's screeching. "AAAHH FUCK... FUCK... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... OOHHHH SHIT... I'M CUMMINGGGGGG... FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME.... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

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"What's the next game," Chadd asked. "Same as the first?"

"No," Karen replied. "We'v already tested your mental facilities. This contest will be physical. The three of you will be hunters. The game perserve is the woods in back of the house. Here are your weapons."

Karan gave each of us a paint gun that shoots a blob of colored paint. I had red, Chadd had green, and Alan blue. "So what do we hunt?" I asked.

"Big game, Honey. Big game pussy... Traci, Julie, and me. Shoot our tits, belly, cunt, or ass with your weapon, and you've bagged us... we're yours... you can mount your trophy any way you like. But you have to hit our tits, belly, cunt, or ass. Other hits are just wounds that don't count. Now, the rules are we can't leave the woods and each hunter has a limit of one female animal. We get a five minute head start."

"Are all of you going to be naked?" Alan inquired.

"Course... cunt animals don't wear clothes. But we will wear shoes. Too hard on our feet if we don't." Give us a five minute start."

We all watched as the women ran towards the woods. At the edge, they looked back at us, removed their blouses, skirts, and pulled down their panties. Then, the three naked cunt animals ran into the woods to try to escape.

Chadd got out his watch to check when the five minutes were up. In the background, I heard my wife begin to moan. Obviously, Vance had started fucking her again. I sneaked back to the master bedroom and looked inside.

Paula was mounted on Vance's cock pounding her ass up and down his shaft as fast as she could move her hips. The thick rod sank all the way into the balls on every stroke. My wife was moaning continuously... "oooooohhhhhhhhhh god... oooohhhhhhhhhhh... god... oooooohhhhhhhhhhh... sooo big... you're soooo big, Vance... aaahhhhhhhhhh... oooohhh, I love it... don't stop... please... please... don't stop... aahhhhhhhhhh!"


My wife's ass was a blur of motion as she slammed it up and down on Vance's shaft.


I went back to the den. Just before we headed out for the woods, I heard Vance yell,

"OH FUCK!! CAN'T HOLD IT!! AAHH SHIT! I'M GONNA SHOOT IN YOUR CUNT HOLE, PAULA! HERE IT CUMS!! TAKE MY LOAD BITCH!!"


Unable to resist, I ran back to the bedroom to see for myself. Vance had finished fucking my wife, at least for awhile. In the center of the bed, Paula was on her back, legs still open, with a huge river of cum running out of her widely stretched cunt.


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Alan, Chadd, and I agreed that I would take the center, Chadd the left, and Alan the right. Any naked cunt animal entering our area was fair game, but once they left, we had to leave them to the hunter in that area. We moved into the woods, paint guns loaded for cunt.

As we moved into the woods, I realized that this would be harder than I had thought. We had some yard lights scattered throughout the woods so we could walk there in the evening, but it was still dark enough that our cunt animals could hunker down and hide.

As I walked along the trail, I saw some motion out to my left, but it was in Chadd's territory. A moment later, I heard, "sssss.... SPLAT" followed by, "SHIT! Missed."

I knew that as long as I stuck to the trail, I wouldn't locate any cunt animals, so I found an opening and moved into the foliage. Since the quarry were all naked, I knew they couldn't hide in the dense underbrush without scratching themselves badly, so that gave me an extra advantage.

Several times in the next half hour, I heard "sssss.... SPLAT" but nothing else. Then from Alan's territory to my right, I heard, "ssss....SPLAT! HOT DAMN! GOT ONE! DEAD CENTER ON THE BELLY!"

"Which cunt animal is it?" I called out.

"It's the Julia cunt animal," came Alan reply. "I'm taking her hot carcass back to the house for use. See you guys later."

Another ten minutes or so passed with no further luck from either Chadd or myself. We both expanded our territory so that we had the woods covered, but even though I had searched thoroughly, there was no sign of the other two cunt animals.

Finally, it dawned on me that animals can climb. I had completely overlooked the trees. I began to backtrack... this time checking above in the branches as well as in the foliage. It didn't take long. A cottonwood with low-lying branches was growing by the brook. Looking upward, I saw the clear figure of a cunt animal. Best of all, it was the cunt animal I wanted. She had her legs spread out over two limbs to provide stability and make certain that she didn't fall. The position provided stability for the animal, but from my position on the ground below, it also provided me with a clear path for a killing cunt shot.

I took careful aim at the vulnerable hole between the animal's legs and pressed the trigger. "sssss...SPLAT! UUGGHHGGHH!" Wanting to be certain of the "kill", I move my sights to the hanging tits on the cunt animal: "sssss...SPLAT!" "sssss...SPLAT!" Big red splotches appeared on both tits to match the one all over the animal's pussy. Lowering my weapon, I fired at the tender belly: "sssss...SPLAT!" Another red blotch appeared.


Four red splotches from "kill" shots to the cunt animal's pussy, both tits, and belly covered my prey.


"OH SHIT! You dirty Bastard! Stop!" came the death cry of the female creature.

"Got one!" I announced proudly.

"Which one?" came the call from Chadd somewhere over to the left.

"The Karen cunt animal is fucked... or soon will be," I grinned.

Looking up into the tree, I saw that my prize was slowly making her way down the tree. Her vulnerable ass zone was right above my face as she descended, her tits against the tree trunk. Again I aimed and loosed two more kill shots against the cunt animal's exposed ass: "sssss...SPLAT!" "sssss...SPLAT!"


There was no way I could resist shooting the hot ass of my cunt animal.


When she got to the ground, Karen started cursing me. "You sick fuck! One shot would have been enough. You Dirty..."

That was as far as she got before I covered her mouth with mine. I stepped back... hefted both of her big tits and then ran my hand over her ass and cunt. "Damn! What a trophy! The most beautiful cunt animal in the forest. Come on. I can't wait to mount you!"

Hooking my weapon over my shoulder by its strap, I scooped up my trophy and carried it back to the house. She put up no struggle whatsoever. She did, however, whisper, "I was hoping you would be the one to shoot me."

"Good... because I plan on shooting you many, many more times tonight, but with a different, more deadly, kind of gun."

My cunt animal began to tremble in my arms. "OOohhh fuck... gawd yes! Shoot meeeeeeeeeeee... with that big, hard gun... please!"

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As soon as I got Karen back to the house, she was practically begging me to fill her hungry pussy. "Ohhh... gawd! I can't believe how hot you've gotten me. Hurry. I need it!"

"Be quite! You get to decide if I get to have sex with you. But once you say 'yes', then I decide when you get, where you get it, how often you get it, and in which of your delectable holes you get it."

Karen entire body shuddered hearing that. She was still trembling when I lowered her body into the warm spa and rinsed the red dye from her body. She trembled even harder when I took her into one of the guest bedrooms, removed the bedcovers and placed her on her back in the center of the bed. Her hips were already grinding and thrusting with her need.


Karen squeezed her big tits and spread wide, hot for cock.


She never removed her eyes from my body as I undressed. When my rigid 8-inch cock came into view, her eyes widened and her tongue began flicking over her top lip. "Ooohhhh my god... That's just beautiful," she moaned.

I got on the bed with her and rolled her onto her stomach. Filling my hands with warm massage oil, I began to sensuously work the muscles of her calves and thighs. Karen’s body was undulating under my hands. To reach her shoulders and back, I had to bend over her body causing my erection to press against the cheeks of her ass. Immediately, she thrust her hips upward... trying to impale herself on its length. She groaned when it slipped away.

Using more oil, I worked her torso, then up to her neck, shoulders, and finally down her arms. I repeated the motion several times, each time moving more and more onto the sides of Karen's breasts, which were now heaving in their need.

When I moved back down to her calves and thighs, Karen spread her legs wide open and arched her ass high to reveal her gaping slit. Her clitoris was engorged and pulsing.

"Please, Gordon. Don't make me wait any longer. Please!"

"You wish is my command, Beautiful." She was moaning in desperate anticipation as I rolled the dark-haired beauty onto her back. "Lift you ass, Gorgeous."

Planting her feet on the bed, she thrust her hips high allowing me to shove a large pillow beneath her ass. When she lowered herself onto the pillow, her vagina was elevated five inches off the bed in perfect position.

Laying on the bed, I pulled myself forward between her gaping thighs until her sex was just a few inches from my lips. I blew gently on her clitoris. It throbbed hard and Karen emitted a keening wail. As soon as my fingers touched her labia, her body shook as her clitoris contracted hard and then began to pulse.


Karen's body thrashed and hunched against my tongue that lashed her throbbing clitoris.


Karen's legs went rigid, her toes pointed. As her body vibrated, her hands locked about my head and pulled me hard against her throbbing pussy. "Ooohhhh... cumming! I'm cumming! Aaahhhh..."

I felt her anus contracting around my tongue. Then, as I slid my tongue up her convulsing sex trench, she howled with pleasure. Before I even reached her clitoris, her vagina was throbbing. When I did reach it, swirling my tongue over the tip and around the shaft, her ass rose a foot off the pillow, her back bowed until only her shoulders and feet were touching the bed.

"FUCK ME, GORDON. YOU'VE GOT TO FUCK ME. I'M GOING CRAZY! PUT IT IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Standing between her gaping thighs, I pushed her hips onto the pillow and pulled her legs up. As soon as they were off the bed, Karen pulled them back as her hand worked feverishly on her exploding clitoris. When I moved between her thighs preparing to mount her, her vagina exploded, her juices squirting out in a huge gush accompanied by a deep groan.


Karen's cunt contracted in an intense spasm as her juices squirted high.


I had to hold her hips with both hands to keep her still long enough for me to push my cock into her cunt. She came hard as it stretched her channel open and moved into her cunt. With one hard thrust, my cock was completely enveloped by her throbbing sex hole.

As soon as I began to fuck her, her pelvis thrust upward against the hard piston pumping her pussy. Leaning over her body, I sucked the turgid, throbbing nipples into my mouth. She held my head against her heaving chest as her hips hammered in hard fuck motions. She was fucking me more than I was fucking her.



Shoving her knees back against her tits to open up her cunt, I began ramming Karen. One intense orgasm after another surged through her cunt and clit.


A moment later, the room was filled with the sounds of Alan's wife moaning in orgasm, the sucking/squishing sounds of cock moving in and out of a throbbing cunt, and my male groans of intense pleasure. My ass flexed causing my cock to contract and pulse deep within her hot cunt. Karen's juices were sliding down my shaft each time I dragged it out of her clasping pussy.

There was no way this first coupling could last. My cock slammed in and out of her like a jack hammer. She cried out in hot pleasure as spasms ripped through her body. The bed rocked and groaned beneath us. Just watching Karen's huge tits dancing on her chest was enough to make me cum.

I shoved two fingers into her asshole, which contracted around them in a hard spasm. I had to cum! Ramming my cock to the bottom of her cunt, I held it there, the throbbing head pressed hard against the neck of her womb. I could feel my load surging up from my balls and racing down my cock toward its goal.

I heard myself roar as four huge gushes of sperm-filled semen spewed into her cunt directly against the open hole of her womb. Karen was cumming continuously.

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After that first intense fucking, we held each other's body tightly. The feeling of her large breasts rising and falling against my chest was intensely erotic. Slowly, we regained our breath, but I could still feel her pussy pulsing around my shaft which was gradually becoming hard inside her.

"OMG! What a fucking! What a fucking!" she moaned in my ear. "Your cock... Jezzz! Your cock... it's getting hard inside me again. You're going to fuck me again, aren't you?"

"There's no way I could not fuck you again. You're just too hot... too desirable... to luscious," I whispered back, my hips once more beginning to slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. She locked her legs tightly about my hips and pulled me deep inside her body.


Holding each other in a near death grip, we slowly fucked our organs together in a sensuous sexual dance.


Frantically, we fucked each other amid the moans and occasional screams of three other wives who were entertaining cocks other than husband's in the other bedrooms. My masculine grunts of passion were matched by those of three other men who felt an excited, delicious cunt throbbing about their shaft.

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It was after midnight when Paula stuck her head in the door. "Time to stop, Lovers. We're all meeting in the den in five minutes to plan next Friday's Game Night. Don't be late. After we discuss the plans for next week, you two can fuck again if you want to. Vance has already informed me that he's going to ball me again before calling it quits."

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Eight tired but excited spouses sat around in our den. The men wore their briefs, the women panties. Otherwise, everyone was nude. "I don't think I need to ask the men if they enjoyed our first Game Night," Paula and the other women laughed. "Are you guys interested in replacing your Saturday night poker game with a weekly Game Night?"

Four male heads nodded vigorously up and down. "Ok. I have to tell you that each week, the game will be different. Any objections?" There were none, of course.

"Next week's game begins tomorrow, Sunday morning at 8:00 AM. The contest will be for each of the husbands to successfully seduce one of the wives before next Friday night at 8 PM when our next Game Night will begin. We've already made up the assignments: Chadd's target pussy is mine; Vance will be trying to get into Karen while Alan will be trying to seduce Julia. My darling husband Gordon will be doing his best to get Traci to spread her legs for him."

"Now I need to warn you guys that we're going to be very demanding and conservative. If you hope to succeed, you're going to have to really get us hot and wet, and we don't intend to make it easy for you. So you had better come up something more erotic than "Hi, Baby. Want to fuck?" Any questions?"

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Seduction:

When Traci walked into her office at the Donaldson & Boyd accounting firm on Monday morning, there was FedEx envelope lying in the middle of her desk. Walking into her outer office, she asked Glenda, her secretary, "What's this, Glenda?"

"I don't know, Mrs. LaFavor. It was delivered as soon as the offices opened today, I guess. I found it on my desk when I arrived at 8:07 this morning. One of the other secretaries signed for it, and I put it on you desk. Should I have done something else?"

"No. No, not at all, Glenda. Thank you. I was just surprised. I usually don't have FedEx Express deliveries waiting for me on my desk."

Walking back into her office, Traci shut and locked the door behind her. As she sat down, she wondered why she locked the door, and then realized it was because she suspected what the nature of the contents of the mysterious envelop might be. Inside, she found a two-page letter, handwritten in a neat script, on plain stationary. The letter read:

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Dear Traci,

I've been trying to get up the courage to speak to you for several months now, without any success. Vance is one of my best friends so that makes it even more difficult for me, but I've reached the point that I can't resist any longer. In order not to blindside you by calling, I've decided to write this letter to give you time to think and consider. I'll be calling later.

I've always had thing for redheads, and I've never seen one any where close to as beautiful as you. When Vance and I are playing golf, I keep wondering why he's out in the middle of a field hitting a little white ball around when he could be with you and hitting on you. If I had that option, golf would be thing of the past.

But it goes much further than just thinking about you when I'm playing golf with Vance. You know how sexy my wife Paula is. Well, every time for the last several months that Paula and I have been in bed having sex, I end up imagining that it's you in bed with me instead of my wife. As soon as that image appears in my mind, I have great difficulty not having an immediate orgasm.

With this introduction, I'm sure you can figure out that I want you... often... as much as possible. Just writing this letter has me hard. Please think about it. I promise you a wonderful, exotic, and intensely pleasurable time. I'll contact you later, very discretely.

I'd love to be able to sign this letter with "Your Lover," but since I can't yet do that, I'll just sign it and hope for the best.

Gordon

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 Traci read the letter twice. Although she knew it was part of the game the wives had invented for this week, it was still erotic and sensuous. When she crossed her legs, Traci became very aware of the wetness between her thighs. "Gordon has certainly gotten off to a great start," she thought with a smile.

At 10 AM, another FedEx messenger arrived with another "priority/overnight" package addressed to her. Again, she locked herself in her office before opening the package. Inside was long box, about 12 inches in length and two inches on side. It was gift wrapped in white satin paper.

Traci assumed it was some kind of very nice costume jewelry, perhaps a rhinestone necklace. She was not particularly pleased. The letter that morning had gotten her wet and excited. Giving her jewelry was crass. She was surprised that Gordon would do this.

Nevertheless, she carefully unwrapped the package and removed the lid. Inside was a single, long-stemmed, American Beauty rose bud, still tightly closed. There was also a note. Traci's fingers were shaking when she opened the note, and once again, she felt the moisture between her thighs. The note read:

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A Hot Red Rose for a Hot Redhead.

The enclosed rose bud expresses my feelings better than anything I could write or say. It is beautiful, isn't it? Just as your are. Please note that the petals of the rose are tightly closed as are your gorgeous legs. But with time, the petals will open wide to reveal the rose's wondrous interior. I'm hoping that your legs will do the same.

There will be another package this afternoon. If it is returned to sender, unopened, I shall withdraw... defeated. If it is not returned, I shall press forward... forward... until your legs open.

Gordon.

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 Traci sat at her desk, unmoving, for five minutes staring at the rose bud and then at the note. After that time, she knew she was now a lot more than just wet. She could feel her clitoris slowly throbbing.

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At 2:30 PM, the promised package arrived from FedEx, again via "priority/overnight" mail. This time the package was much larger. She toyed with the idea of having it returned to sender, unopened. But as she toyed with that idea, the "brain" between her legs sent her another message: "You silly Bitch. You know and I know that there's no way in hell you're going to return this package unopened. So, cease and desist with the vestal virgin stuff. Sit down and find out what your lover has sent you now."

Traci was a little shocked to realize that she was already beginning to think of Gordon as her "lover". She opened the FedEx box to find three wrapped packages inside, marked "A. Open me first", "B. Open me second", and "C. Open me last."

Package A contained a note and new cell phone. This note read:

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Hi Gorgeous,

If you're reading this, I know you didn't return the package to sender... so, I'm going to press forward!

The private, unlisted number of the cell phone is 815-6969. (I chose the number for us.) My private cell phone number is already entered in the quick-dial directory. The cell is set to vibrate so no one but you will know it's ringing. If it rings, it will be me with directions and comments. Keep it with you at all times, please.

Love... Gordon

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 Inside the second package was another note and a small case. When Traci opened the case, she saw something that resembled an "in-the-ear" hearing aid. The note said:

Hi, Traci... I'm hard just writing this.

Put the small microphone/transmitter in either ear. It will be almost invisible to anyone looking at you, but to be certain, comb your long, lustrous hair over your ear if you're worried about it being seen. I have a similar one in my ear. When we're wearing the units and are within 200 ft of each other, you will hear what I have to say and I will hear any reply you make. Please wear this at all times.

Hot Love... Gordon

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 The final package didn't require a note of explanation, but there was one anyway. Inside the box was a pair of thigh-high self-supporting stockings, a matching thong and demi bra. There was also an incredibly short black skirt. The note read,

"I've made reservations for you and Vance for Luigi's tonight at 8 PM. Call him and ask him to take you out to Luigi's for a romantic evening. Remind him to call for reservations. When he calls, the Maitre D' will give him the table I've already arranged, but do not tell him that I have made the arrangements. Paula and I have a table close by."

"When you arrive you will find yourselves on the upper level overlooking the lower level where I will be sitting with Paula. We will not see you nor speak. Be certain to sit facing our table so I can see your gorgeous legs beneath the table. Have you cell phone and ear transmitter/receiver on. Wear the clothes in the third package. Tonight, unless you refuse, I intend to see just how sensuous you look under your skirt."

Love and Kisses... Gordon

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 By the time she finished reading the last note, Traci's hand was under her skirt where it pressed and moved sensuously over her erect and throbbing clitoris. She only lasted another minute before her body was trembling in orgasm right there in the accounting offices of Donaldson and Boyd.

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Luigi's was an upscale, Italian restaurant where all the "right" couples wanted to be seen. Vance had agreed immediately when Traci asked if he would take here out to Luigi's for dinner.

"I doubt that I can get reservations, Honey. But I'll try right now."

Five minutes later, and excited Vance called his wife again. "Hey! Has your husband got influence or what! When I called and asked if they had reservations, the Maitre D' asked my name, and when I told him, he said, "Of course, Mr. LaFavor. We always have reservations for you and your charming wife." So we're a go, Honey."

When Traci hung up, she smiled thinking, "Not only is Gordon a seductive stud, he's also one clever bastard."

Paula was also excited about going out to Luigi's but also curious. "You want to take me out to Luigi's? I thought you'd be after Traci. Taking your wife out will certainly get you into her pussy later on, but I doubt that it will do much for your chances to get into Traci's."

"Well, I replied, "Isn't Chadd supposed to be seducing you this week?" Paula nodded with a sly smile. "So, tonight is one less chance for him to bed you." Again, she gave me the seductive, sly smile. "That is, it's one less chance unless he's already screwed you. Has he?"

"Give the poor guy a chance, Honey. It's only been one day."

"You didn't answer my question. Has Chadd already fucked your hot cunt?"

More of the sly smile. "That's for me to know until next Saturday night when all will be revealed, Lover."

"Bitch!" I said softly and with a grin.

"Bastard!" she returned.

"Wanna fuck, Slut?"

"Thought you'd never ask, Stud."

We left a trail of clothes from the den all the way to the master bedroom. By the time we got there, I was naked and Paula wore only her heels and hose. Standing beside the bed, I pulled her into my arms and our mouths crushed together, our tongues raping the other's mouth.

We were both so hot, we couldn't wait. Paula was grinding her pussy against my cock, trying desperately to get it into her cunt. "Ohh god... Gordon. Lift my leg. Get it into me! NOW! HURRY! I'M GONNA CUM AS SOON AS YOU STICK IT IN ME!"

I hooked my arm under her leg and lifted it up onto my shoulder while my wife balanced on one foot with her hand on the table top. I couldn't see her cunt so I just blindly stabbed it in the direction of her hot hole. My cock struck her labia, slid down the wet lips into her sex trench, and from there into her throbbing vagina. And she did cum as soon as my cock rammed into her hot hole. And she continued to cum as I fucked her with hard strokes. We didn't make it to the bed until she had had two intense orgasms and I had pumped a big load deep into her cunt.


We were too hot to make it to the bed. I screwed my wife standing up with her holding onto me and the table.


As we were later climbing into bed to fuck again, I thought about how wet and slick her vagina was. I had slipped into her like she was full of lubricant... and I knew the best lubricant was a big load of cum.

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Luigi's was crowded... so crowded that I would have never noticed Vance and Traci on the upper level if I hadn't been searching for them. There was no chance that Vance would see us but Traci would as she knew we would be there.

As directed, Traci took a seat where I was looking directly at her. Reaching into my pocket while I chatted with Paula, I pressed the send button to transmit the text message I had already typed to Traci's cell. There was no ring but I knew it was vibrating. While Vance busied himself with the menu, Traci quickly looked at the message:

"Pull your skirt up to the top of your thighs, cross your legs and show them to me."

My cock surged to full erection when I saw her pulling up her skirt beneath the table, crossing her legs, and turning slightly in her chair. The sight was cock-hardening.


Traci's legs were incredible. I wondered if there was any way I could get into her here in the restaurant.


A few minutes later, Paula excused herself to go to the ladies room. I switched on the transmitter and said, "I'd love to see your luscious pussy, Traci. Would you pull your panties aside and show it to me."

Very quietly, almost so quietly I couldn't hear her answer, Traci whispered, "You sexy Bastard! Do you know how hot this is making me?"

Paula came back to the table as I watched Traci squirming around in her seat pulling her skirt over her hips. Through the transmitter I could hear her chatting with Vance. "This is lovely, Darling. Thank you so much for bringing me. I just can't tell you how much I love you."

She had her skirt up now and with one hand beneath the table, she pulled her black panties to one side allowing me to see her cunt. Even from a distance, it looked luscious, wet, and hot.


Even thought I couldn't see it well enough to tell, I knew that Traci's cunt was throbbing.


"Later, I walked away from out table and said, "Go to the ladies room and remove your panties, Traci."

I watched her walking to the ladies room. A few moments after the door closed, I heard, "Ohhh fuck, Gordon. I'm about to cum. My panties are off and I can smell my cunt I'm so hot."

"Good. Keep your legs open when you come back to the table."

By the time Vance escorted his wife to their car, she was so hot and wet, she would have fucked anyone who asked her. I thought Vance really should have sent me a "Thank You" card.

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The next morning I called my office and told my secretary that I had some personal business and would probably not be in until after lunch. After the call, I waited in the park at the head of our street, which is a cul de sac so that anyone going to or from our house has to pass the park.

At 10 AM or so, Paula's car drove past the park. I pulled out a discreet distance behind her. She drove straight to a Motel 8 and pulled into the parking lot. As soon as my wife emerged from her car, a grinning and obviously very anxious Chadd Lamar was beside her. He tried to kiss her, but my wife motioned toward the motel, clearly indicating that they should wait until they were in the privacy of their room.

Chadd put up no argument. Paula took his arm as her lover led her to Room 127, his hand caressing her ass beneath her skirt all the way there.

Obviously, Chadd was much better at this game than I was. He was going to be fucking my wife this morning and probably this afternoon as well. In addition to that, I was almost certain from the wetness of Paula's pussy the previous day when we had fucked that Chadd had screwed her at least once earlier in the day and more likely two or three times. I still hadn't managed to get into Traci at all, but Chadd was right now burying his cock up my wife's cunt for the third or fourth time.

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As soon as I back in my office, I sent a text message to Traci at Donaldson & Boyd:

"Go the ladies room now... remove your bra and your panties... more later."

I finished some correspondence and thirty minutes later sent another text message to Traci:

"Leave the office... NOW! My Lexus... east door of your building... Get in the car... remove both of your breasts... pull your skirt up around your hips."

Five minutes later, Traci slid into the front seat of my Lexus. As I pulled away from the curb, she opened her blouse and lifted both of her large tits out. The nipples were hard and swollen. I reached over and squeezed the left one... pulling and twisting it. Her body shuddered.

"Did you forget about your skirt?"

"Oh I'm sorry. Forgot about pulling up my skirt and I'm a natural blonde. My red hair comes from a bottle. Hope you're not too disappointed." Her hips lifted off the seat allowing her to jerk the skirt up about her hips. Her naked cunt proved that she had followed my text message to remove her panties and bra. Looking at her delectable, fuckable cunt, I couldn't have cared less about her hair color.

As we drove through traffic, man after man stared at her big naked tits. The truck drivers in semis split their attention between her tits and her naked pussy. It wasn't long before she moaned, "I'm so hot, Gordon. If I just touch my clit, I'll cum. Can I touch it?"

"No. But you can cup your tits so the other men can see them better." For the rest of the trip to the firm's retreat, she held both globes high while keeping her shoulders back to thrust them forward.

I had asked for and received permission to use the firm's country retreat for the afternoon. The CEO of my firm had grinned and asked, "Got something hot going on the side, Gordon?" When I nodded, he added, "Bang her once for me. Remember, you owe me."

When we arrived at the estate, I asked, "Are you ready for this, Traci?"

"Oh god... I can't remember ever being more ready. Please, Gordon. Can I pull my skirt down and put my breasts back inside my blouse until we're inside? There are neighbors."

"It's your choice, Honey. Tits in or out... cunt covered or exposed. You choose." She walked the entire 50 yards to the front door with her tits out and bouncing, her naked ass swinging from side to side, and her cunt on display.

I took Traci into the game room, which seemed appropriate to me, and lifted her ass up onto the pool table. "Spread your legs, you sexy slut. Let me see it."

Traci didn't hesitate. She pulled her legs wide open, arched her hips, and thrust her cunt right in my face. It looked hot, wet, and ready. I could smell its musky aroma and see the clit erect and extended from it hood. Her big tits heaved with excitement.


Traci looked pure distilled sex sitting on the edge of the pool table. We could both smell her cunt.


She stayed spread as I removed my clothes. When my rigidly erect and throbbing, thick 8-inch cock sprang free, she moaned. "Oooohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk! WHAT A COCK! I WANT THAT NOW!"

"It's all yours, Honey. Wanna taste it?"

"Ohhhhh .... yessss," she hissed. Getting down on her knees, she pulled me by my prick to her open mouth. Traci's mouth hole stretched wide and I sank four inches into her. Her eyes bulged wide as her mouth was stretched into a big circle. I pushed in another inch and she gagged but didn't back off.


Five inches of cock sank into her married mouth. She struggled to get all of it down her throat.


Her head began to bob. Then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it. Unable to get the last three inches inside, she wrapped her hand around me as far as it would go and jacked my shaft while she sucked. I began to thrust each time she pushed her mouth down my cock, until, finally, the head entered her throat. After that, it was easy to push the my entire length down her gullet. After several minutes, I had to stop her as I wanted my first load in her cunt, not in her belly.


Finally, Traci was taking my entire length down her throat.


Before entering her pussy, I brought her to an intense orgasm on my tongue. She was so hot and ready, it was very fast and very easy. I just pushed her onto her back on the pool table, jacked her legs high in the air, and raked my tongue all the way from her asshole, up her sex trench, and then onto her throbbing clitoris. I sucked the engorged organ inside my mouth, lashed it rapidly with my tongue, and the howling beauty exploded in orgasm, her cunt and clit going into hard, spastic contractions as her juices squirted over my face. She was still moaning and babbling when I carried her to the couch for fucking.


Her pussy and clit exploded in an intense orgasm. Her juices spurted and covered my face.


Sitting down, I gave her a one word command: MOUNT!" I could see her body shuddering with need, anticipation, and some fear as she stared at my pulsing sex spike. But her desire easily overcame her fear.


She howled and came as the thick sex spike sank into her hole. "OOOHHHH FUCK IT INNNNNNNNN!"


Traci threw her legs on either side of mine and rammed her cunt down on my spike. Six thick inches speared into her cunt. She gasped... then wailed... then she came again. I fucked her to another orgasm before shoving her over onto her knees for doggy fucking.

"Ass up, Baby, head down. Reach back and hold your cunt open. Big Dick is going in!"

Reaching back, she jerked her cheeks wide open while keeping her head on the couch as ordered. Aligning my shaft with her dilated opening, I drove all 8 inches into her on the first thrust. She screamed. Of course, I ignored her and fucked her with hard, fast, driving strokes that had her moaning and then cumming.


The luscious slut pulled her ass open and took all 8 inches of cock up her cunt on the first thrust. She begged me to stop... then she begged me to fuck her harder.


"OOOH SHIITT... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEE... TOO MUCH... OOHHHHH GOD... LET ME REST... STOP... OOOHHHH DON'T... PLEASE... DON'T... AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... FUCK IT FUCK IT!!"

After that her cries changed to unintelligible female fuck babble. I couldn't hold it any longer. My load shot into her hole in a huge, thick stream. Second, third, and fourth streams followed in quick succession until the load was forced out of her hole and ran down her thighs and formed thick cum ropes from her clit and lips.

We had something to eat. Afterwards, she pressed against me and whispered, "Can you fuck me again with that big cock, Lover?"

"What do you think? Get on the couch. On your back... legs up... spread... cunt in fucking position.... HURRY! DO IT!"

I thought the neighbors could hear her screams when I mounted her and began fucking her like a hot whore.


Spreading her wide, I nailed Traci's cunt once more as she screamed at the top of her lungs.


It was 4 PM before I returned Traci to her office. She was glowing. It was too late to bother returning to my office, so I drove home. On the way, I passed the Motel 8 where my wife had met Chadd that morning. Out of curiosity, I decided to check the parking lot. To my amazement, my wife's car was still there.

"I was stunned. It was 4:30. She had been in the room with him since 10:30 AM, six hours! "Jezz!", I thought. "He not only bedded my wife the first day, he's some kind of sexual superman. Incredible." I had to listen. My curiosity was just too great to do anything else.

There was no one in the parking lot at this early hour, so I walked to the door of Room 127 and listened. I heard my wife's voice clearly.

"Chadd... stop it! It's already 4:30 PM. I've got to get home before Gordon arrives and I have to try to explain where I've been."

"What the difference? He knows I'm going to be trying to seduce you this week."

"That's true, but we're supposed to keep it secret if we can."

"Come on, Honey. Get on the bed... spread wide so I can see that luscious cunt... finger fuck it for me. I'm dying to fuck you one more time. We'll make it a quickie."

"Oh shit. All right, you randy Stud. Is this the way you want me, Baby?"

"Spread wider, Paula. Really show it to me!"

Just from listening at the door, I was hard. It was an old motel, and like some of these older places, the curtains don't quite cover the entire window. They tend to gape open a little as the ones in Room 127 did. I moved to the window and looked into the room.


I watched my wife finger fucking her cunt and rubbing her clit while she waited for Chadd to mount and fuck her again.


Paula was spread out on the bed, naked. She was finger fucking her cunt with one hand while rubbing her clit furiously with the other. Chadd obviously loved it. "Ohhh Man! That is so fucking HOT!"

He climbed onto the bed with my wife. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Once he was between her thighs, he bent over her body, his cock inches from her cunt, and said, "Ready for this cock again, Honey?"

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhh... fuck... yesssssss... STICK IT IN ME, CHADD. FUCK MY MARRIED CUNT, LOVER. IF YOU'VE GOT ANY MORE CUM.... SHOOT IT IN ME!"

Chadd thrust his hips into my wife's sex saddle, and although his body blocked my view, Paula's keening wail and the thrust her ass upward to meet his downward stroke made it very clear that he had nailed his rod all the way into her and was now fucking my wife furiously.

Paula humped and moaned. Her legs rose and wrapped around Chadd's body pulling his cock as deeply as possible into her hot throbbing sex hole. As hard as he was fucking my wife, I didn't think he would last long. He didn't.


Paula's legs shot up into the air, toes curled back, her ass humped as she came and Chadd fucked his load deep inside her pussy.


My wife's legs suddenly rose straight up in the air totally rigid as her toes curled back. Her entire body vibrated as she came in hard spastic contractions. With her cunt throbbing wildly about his organ, Chadd couldn't hold it back. I could see his ass muscles clenching and his hips thrusting as he ejaculated deep inside my wife's shuddering pussy.

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Game Night:

The eight of us were in our den on Saturday night. This time, it was Traci who was the "Master of Ceremonies", so to speak. She got straight to the point of the evening.

"Hi, you horny Studs. Judging from the reports I've heard from Karen, Julia, and Paula, you guys really outdid yourselves this last week. Before we decide this week's winner, I want to say that we all hope you guys enjoyed the contest, because I can tell you, the wives loved it! Our pussies are still tingling. But I think all of you already know that."

"Ok. Now to business. The contest this week involves several points. Each point gains the winner 20 points for first place, 15 for second, 10 for third, and last place gets a 5 point consolation prize. The points are for

(1) Shortest length of time to get into your target's pussy,
(2) Most number of cum loads you shot into your target's pussy,
(3) The most creative seduction approach, and finally,
(4) How exciting you made it for your woman.

Any questions?"

"Yeah," Alan asked. "What are the prizes this week?"

"I think you're going to love this week's prizes, Alan. The winner gets to select by random draw, excluding his wife, of course, two wives to take to the bondage room we set up this last week. He can enjoy them as he wishes until the party ends. Only restrictions are no pain and no watersports."

"The second place winner selects one of the two remaining wives to enjoy in the bondage room, and the third and fourth place husbands have to share the remaining wife. Are you guys ready?"

We all nodded, and Karen added, "Each wife is going to provide the details. If you think what she says is not quite accurate, you can object, and the other wives will decide the issue. Ok. Let's start with you, Julie. The game started Sunday morning. When, if ever, did Alan first get his cock into you?"

"It was Tuesday afternoon, around 1:30 PM. I met him at the Holiday Inn at 1 PM. By the time we got the room, it was 1:20, and I think it must have taken him 10 minutes or so to get me down to my heels and on the bed. Once he had me like that, I got his cock up my pussy almost immediately."

"Ok, counting from Sunday at 8 AM, that's about 52 hours. Traci, how about Gordon?"

Let's see, it was also on Tuesday. Gordon took me out to his firm's country retreat and after we did oral sex, he fucked me on the couch with me riding his big cock. So, do I give you the time oral sex started or the time when he began fucking me?"

"Just the fucking, Honey. What time was it when he first plugged your hot pussy?"

"I got in Gordon's car about 1 PM. It was a long drive to the retreat... so it was about 1:30 PM when we arrived... another 30 minutes for oral sex. I'd say Gordon got into me around 2 PM on Tuesday."

"That's very close to Alan's time with Julia. Since you're both estimating, I suggest we call it a tie and give both guys a time of 52 hours." The other women nodded their agreement. Neither I nor Alan objected.

"You know, it's really erotic that both Julia and Traci got cock at almost the same time," Karen said with a lecherous grin. "Your turn, Paula. Did Chadd get into you and if so, when?"

Paula was laughing when she made her report. "Gordon left for work at his usual time of 7:30 AM, early Monday morning. I was still tired from all the screwing of the weekend, so I stayed in bed. It was about 8 AM when someone got into bed with me. I assumed it was Gordon who had come back for pussy he hadn't gotten that morning."

"Well, that was wrong. It was Chadd behind me. He just said, 'Good morning, Beautiful. Lift your leg so I can slip this hard cock into you. He already had one hand on my tits and the other on my clitoris working me. There was no fucking way I could resist. I lifted my leg and he slammed his meat into me."

"Jezz!" I exclaimed, amazed. Alan added his clearly surprised comment, "Man! 8 AM on Monday! Dick in her cunt already. That's a sure winner! How the hell did you get into the house? Didn't you lock up when you left Gordon?"

"Yeah, I did. How did you get in, Chadd?"

"Simple. I unlocked the utility room door before I left after the party on Saturday night. It was still open Monday morning. So, I had an easy time getting into your house and then an easy time getting into your hot wife."

"Ok. That's 12 hours for Chadd. That leaves me. I thought Vance was a fast worker, but he wasn't that fast. I had a date to meet him Monday night, but he had to cancel because Traci wanted to go out to dinner at Luigi's. So he waited until Alan had left for work on Tuesday morning. Our door wasn't cleverly left open like Paula's, so I let him in the house and then I let him into my cunt around 9 AM. So that's 25 hours for Vance. So the score for the first point is 20 for Chadd, 15 for Vance, and Alan and Gordon split third and fourth place for 7.5 points each."

"For the second phase, we need the number of times each of your lovers ejaculated inside your cunt or mouth during the week. I want each of the wives to write down their response, and then I'll read them all and assign the winners."

While the women mentally counted, I did my own estimate of times with Traci. I had fucked her three times on Tuesday, once on Wednesday and once on Thursday, and then three times Friday afternoon. So, I thought my score for the week with Traci was 8. I didn't think it mattered because I was certain I already knew the winner.

"Ok, here are the totals," Karen announced. "Gordon shot 9 loads into Traci (I wondered which one I had forgotten). Julia says that Alan came in her pussy 10 times during the week and put three more loads into her belly... so that 13 for Alan. My count for Vance is 12 loads up my cunt and 4 more down my throat... so 16 in all."

"Paula says that Chadd... you guys ready for this?... Paula says that Chadd pumped five loads into her Monday in her bed, 2 more Tuesday morning in Motel 8 and then 3 more Tuesday afternoon in the same motel. She claims she met him in the parking lot of Wall Mart Wednesday afternoon, and he gave it to once before leaving the parking lot, and then three more times when he parked by the lake for several hours. Thursday, he used the unlocked door of their utility room to get into her bed and into her cunt again 3 more times. Finally, yesterday, he screwed her once in her bed, once on the kitchen table, and once more on the couch just before Gordon got home from work. So, Gordon, your hot whore wife took 20 loads of cum from Chadd over the week. I think we have a clear winner!"

Karen totaled up the points, and as I expected, I was dead last with 12.5 points. Chadd was, of course, in the lead with 40 points.

"Now, I sure you guys realize that the while the first two points are quantitative, the last two are subjective. The scores depend entirely upon the opinion of the wives. We have already met and gone over everything you guys did to seduce your woman. Here are our decisions:

"First place goes to Gordon for what we all agree was the most creative and careful approach. We agree that his approach would have seduced almost any woman."

"Vance and Alan used almost the same approach of calling the wife and persuading them to meet for sex. They share second and third place points. Chadd is fourth. While his approach was effective, it was not really creative and erotic. It succeeded primarily because Paula is such a hot piece of ass."

My wife blushed at the last comment, but what could she say. She was a red hot piece of ass.

"The last point is how hot you made it for your woman. Again, this is subjective. We're are all in agreement. Julia, Paula, and I got very hot and excited with the way Alan, Chadd, and Vance seduced and fucked us. We consider that a three-way tie. But all of us, and I mean all of us, were rubbing our pussies when we listened to Traci describe what Gordon had done. He wins! Hands down!

When the points were totaled, Chadd was first with 55 points. Vance and I were tied for second and third with 52.5 points, and Alan was fourth with 40.0 points.

Karen now had a problem. "Well, it's clear that Chadd gets to pick two women, but not sure what to do about the rest. The tie creates a problem."

I piped up with a suggestion. "How about Chadd picks two of you, the other two belong to the three of us?"

That was the way it was decided. Chadd ended up with Karen and Traci, while the rest of the husbands would share Paula and Julia. I was secretly very, very pleased to have my own wife in my group.

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It was 10 PM, and the four of us were enjoying a beer while watching a game on TV. We had spent an hour putting our wives into various types of bondage. After that, we had toyed with them... stroking their tits, pussies, and clits until they were moaning helplessly, begging us to let them cum. We left them there and adjourned to the den.

With door leading to our basement wide open, the moans of our wives were a constant background against the game sounds. Most of the time, the din from the basement was just a mixture of moans, gasps, and groans, but occasionally we would hear one of the women begging us to finish her... to fuck her. Needless to say, we loved it. There was total unanimity of opinion that this beat poker all to hell.

"Shall we check on our sluts?" Chadd suggested. Although he was supposed to have two wives all to himself, once we were in command, we changed the rules with all four of us working on everyone of the wives. None of them objected... although it would have done them no good if they had.

"Why not. We've had them naked, bound and squirming for 30 minutes. They should all be primed and more than ready by this time."

As we walked down the stairs to our basement, the moans of our wives grew louder. When we entered, they saw us. The ones who weren't gagged began to plead.

"Please... this is just torture. Don't leave us like this. We told you the rules!"

"You did, and we're following them," I said. "No pain, and none of you are in pain. No watersports, and none of you have had anything like that done to you."

"But you've got us so damn hot... DO SOMETHING... ANYTHING! LICK US... RUB OUR CLITS... FUCK US... ANYTHING! FINISH US... PLEASE!" my wife moaned.

Alan had put Paula into the standing stock and tied her ankles to a spreader bar that forced her legs wide. Her hands and head were locked into the stock, which was low enough to force her to bend over but high enough to make her stand on tiptoes because of the spreader bar. To keep her on a sexual high, he had pushed a pole dildo deep into her cunt and locked the end of the pole against a stop on the floor. She was stuck fast, and every time she moved, the dildo stimulated her cunt until now both of her thighs were wet with her secretions.


My wife looked hot and whorish locked in the stock with her cunt plugged with the pole dildo.


I ran my hand over my wife's ass. "Who's back there? Who's got his hand on my ass," she moaned. I rubbed between her thighs, and she arched her ass as high as she could. "ooOOOhhhhhhhhhh... don't stop! Please! DON'T STOP! Do it to me... Fuck me! Anything! I moved away, and my wife groaned in frustration and female heat.

Traci wasn't in any better position. Chadd had mounted her on a sawhorse and tied her ankles to the back legs. Her big tits hung down on either side of the horse. Chadd had tied her wrists together and her arms to the seat of horse. Ropes were tied around her waist and the horse to hold her in position. Like my wife, he had pushed a pole dildo into her cunt and secured it against the wall.


Traci made the perfect sex slave tied on the horse, ass up, cunt plugged, tits hanging down.


Alan was busy rubbing Traci's ass. She was so hot that she was grinding her mound against the seat of the horse, trying desperately to cum. Like my wife, her thighs and ass were wet with her secretions that were slowly bubbling all around the edges of the big dildo plugging her pussy. "I'll do anything... anything... just please take me off this damn horse and fuck meeeeee... please... I NEED TO CUM!" she whined ... almost begging.

Like the other wives, Karen was naked. I had sat her on a large crate, ball-gagged the luscious brunette and then tied the back of the gag to a post forcing her head back. Ropes wound around both ankles were attached to the sides spreading her legs obscenely wide. Her cunt gaped. I had not plugged it with a dildo, but it was still pulsing and seeping. In the half hour she had been on the crate, her cuntal juices had soaked half the top of the crate.


Karen was wide open, her cunt gushing. Her tits heaved with sexual excitement as her pussy slowly opened and closed.


Her gag prevented her from begging and pleading, but it didn't keep her from grunting and moaning. Her hips thrust up and down in hot fuck motions making it clear what she wanted... what she needed... what I figured she would do anything to get.

Plugging an electric vibrator into the wall socket, I turned it on "high" and then pressed the big round ball at the end of the female pleasure stick hard against her cunt. Immediately, Karen's body arched, her back bowing. She threw her head backwards automatically as the intense sensations surged through her cunt. Her legs, which were already spread wide and straight out, went rigid as her toes pointed... then curled upward. Garbled moans and muted howls exploded from her throat. Her hips pounded and thrashed on the crate.


Alan's wife thrashed wildly against her bonds as the vibrator made her cunt and clit surge into hard, spastic contractions.


When her eyes rolled back, I knew she would cum in another few seconds. I quickly removed the vibrator. The other men were watching me work on the helpless woman. When I pulled the vibe off of her throbbing pussy, Alan shouted, "DAMN! LOOK AT THAT! LOOK AT MY WIFE'S CUNT! It's throbbing... she's so close. But no orgasm for her yet."

Julia was on a bondage table on her back, naked and blindfolded, but not gagged. Vance had her tied so securely, she could do little more than grind her ass on the table top. Ropes around her wrists spread her arms high and wide. They were secured to an overhead rack holding her in place.

Both of her legs were up with the knees bent. Vance had looped five turns of rope around each thigh and lower leg to prevent Julia from straightening either leg. These loops were tied to rings set in the wall on either side effectively keeping her thighs wide open and her cunt totally exposed. Ropes circled each of her hips with the loops being tied to posts at the bottom of the table. There was no way Julia could do much more than howl and grind her ass against the table. Finally, Vance had shoved a pole dildo into her gaping cunt. Her cuntal secretions were all over the top of the table.


Julia was trussed up more securely than any of the other wives. The only movements she could make was with her ass. She could also make her cunt throb around the dildo.


Chadd was standing beside Julia as she begged him to fuck her... to finish her... "Please... untie me... get on me... fuck me... lick my cunt... ooohhhh gawd... I'm dying... do meeeeeeeee!"

He took pity on the poor wailing woman and briefly rubbed her throbbing, engorged clitoris a few strokes. Julia screamed with pleasure... then, her screams became mixed with very unladylike grunts. Just before she could cum, Chadd stopped.

"Gentlemen," I ventured, "I think it's time to use these beautiful slaves. I presume we agree that one's own wife is out of bounds?"

"Absolutely!" Alan agreed.

"That being the case, I think I'll take of Julia. I haven't had the pleasure of her cunt yet," I said.

I stripped and moved to the bondage table holding Julia. Leaning over, I whispered, "Julia. It's Gordon. I would love to fuck you. I know I don't have to ask permission, but I'm going to anyway. Would you like to enjoy my cock? It's 8-inches... very thick... and right now... hard as stone."

"Oooooooooooooohhhh godddd.... yesssss!! Please... please... please!" Julia's body began to tremble... then shake... then she came... HARD! I could see her cunt jerking and throbbing wildly about the implanted dildo. Her asshole, which was on full display, opened and closed.

Quickly, I pulled off her blindfold, and untied all her restraints except the ones keeping her calves and thighs pressed together. I then retied her wrists over her head. Once she was untied and could move freely except for straightening her legs and moving her wrists, I pressed my rigid cock against her lips. I used a one-word command: "SUCK!"

Julia's mouth flew open, and I pushed the cock deep inside. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked like a woman starving for cock. Up and down the shaft as I pushed it further and further into her throat. As she sucked, her hips were thrusting hard... pumping up and down in fuck motions. She was struggling to get her hands loose so she could rub her throbbing clitoris, but the bonds held her in place. She began the moan and beg.


Julia's cunt gaped wide open... pulsing... throbbing... as she sucked cock all the way into her throat.


"Pleesssss.. ugh ugh ... dooo maaaa... uunnngggg...cli...," she gasped around my big shaft. I knew what she wanted and did it to her. As soon as my fingers stroked and pulled on her clitoris, her juices exploded into the air in a huge geyser. At the same time as her juices squirted high in the air, her mouth clamped around my cock, her lips sliding up and down as she tried desperately to suck my load out.


All 8 inches of cock was going into Julia's throat on every stroke. Her cunt was convulsing in orgasm as she sucked me.


I pulled out, moved between her gaping thighs and nailed my 8-inch sex spike into her throbbing cunt hole. Julia came again as my load poured into her, filling her cunt, and running down her ass.


It was erotic fucking the gorgeous wife when she was tied and helpless. All she could do was lie there and take my cock, cumming around it repeatedly.


My cock was still buried up Julia vagina, throbbing, when I saw that Alan had taken my wife out of the stock and hoisted her arms back and high. The strain forced her to bend over and present her cunt.


With her arms back and pulled high, my wife was forced into a bent posture that presented her cunt and ass for fucking.


Pulling out of Julia's throbbing vagina, I moved over beside Alan and together we stared at the wet, gaping hole of her cunt. It was slowly opening and closing, the erect, swollen clit protruding from its hood. Her secretions were running from her pulsing vagina down her thighs as her ass hunched back and forth as far as her bonds would permit.


Paula's fuck hole looked delicious... opening... closing... wet... slick... ready... her clit erect, excited. She looked like pure female fuck meat.


"Looks delicious, doesn’t it?" Alan said. We both moved closer, so close we could smell the musky aroma of her arousal. We looked at each other, licking our lips over the luscious sight. "I'm going to fuck her. You Ok with that, Gordon?"

"Of course, I fucked your wife last week. Mind if I watch while you give it to her?"

"Hell no. You can have sloppy seconds. Paula, I'm going to fuck you. I know you can't speak with that gag in your mouth... so just grunt and hump your ass if want my cock."

"UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH!" came my wife's passion-filled grunts as her ass thrust back and forth in hot fuck motions.

Alan moved behind my wife's thrusting ass, aligned his cock head with her opening. I moved closer so I could see his entry. He looked at me, smiled, then slowly moved his cock toward my wife's open, pulsing cunt hole.

"Ready, Paula. Just grunt if you are."

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UUGGHH! UUGGHH!"

As soon as Alan's cock touched my wife's cunt, her back arched and a deep, groan erupted around her gagged mouth. The cock started inward... sliding easily into her hot, lubricated depths.

"Man! MAN-OH-MAN!" Alan gasped. "SHE IS HOT! It feels like my cock is sliding into molten lava. Shit! I can't believe the way her pussy is contracting and squeezing. OH FUCK!" He held her hips and drove his entire length into my wife's waiting pussy. When his balls were resting on her clit, my wife was thrashing and bucking like a wild mare who has been impaled on the raging huge cock of a powerful stallion.

"Fuck her, Man! Fuck my wife! Give it to her. NOW!" I heard myself yelling.

Alan followed directions and hammered his cock in and out of Paula's waiting cunt hole. She began to screech and wail around her gag. Her cunt was throbbing, juices spurting around Alan's plunging dick. "JEZZ! The hot bitch is cumming... Her fucking cunt is trying to suck out my cum... OOOHHHHHHHHH WHAT A CUNT HOLE!"

Alan pounded her harder. My wife's body vibrated. Her hips rammed back every time the cock rammed forward. I could hear the cock thudding into the bottom of her cunt.


Alan was fucking my wife like a dog on a bitch in heat. His cock pounded in and out of her making her grunt and howl as her pussy convulsed again and again.


"I'M GONNA CUM IN HER. IS SHE SAFE, GORDON? SHIT... I CAN'T HOLD IT... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... CUMMINGGG...SHOOTING IN HER!"

Alan continued to pump his load into my wife for almost a minute. Finally, he slowed and stopped. "Man, I hope she's on the pill, Gordon. If she isn't, she's knocked up for sure. I must have shot a quart of cum into her."

As Alan pulled out of my wife, Karen was screaming and howling on the other side of the room where Vance was nailing his cock in and out of her convulsing pussy. He didn't bother to ask her if she was on the pill before he poured his sperm up against her wide-open womb.


Vance shot Karen's cunt full of cum... if she wasn't on the pill... too bad for her.


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After we had untied our wives, we carried them upstairs to the spa and said we would prepare something hot to eat when they had cleaned up and felt like eating.

They joined us in the dining room a half hour later. The each wore a satin robe and heels. We were all reasonably certain that every one of them was naked under her robe.

"Well, I hope you guys enjoyed Game Night number two. And the week leading up to it," Paula said. "I can tell you, that we loved it. Even though you studs really worked us over tonight."

"Hell! I loved it!" Chadd stated without equivocation. "And the rest of the husbands did too. I can tell you that."

"We're glad," Karen said. "So, are we go to continue Game Night or do you men want to go back to playing poker."

"I think I can say with certainty that the four of us are playing exactly the kind of poke-her that we enjoy the most," I commented.

"That's what we thought too," Traci remarked. "Now, I hope you men are going to be fair about the activities of Game Night. This week was obviously for the men. All of you fucked your target woman a dozen times or more, and tonight you banged us until we can hardly walk. Right?"

We all agreed and Traci continued, "So, that being the case, this next week is for the women. I hope you guys can handle that. Can you?"

"I'm sure we can," I volunteered. "Game Night won't work for long unless we are all enjoying it."

"Precisely!" Julia said. "So, go ahead and tell them the contest for this coming week, Karen."

"Ok. This next week each of the wives is going to try to cheat with some guy she selectes and get laid by him as many times as possible. Your jobs are to keep your wife from spreading her legs for her new lover next week. You can't hire a private detective or use force, but other means to keep your wife faithful are ok. The winner will be the husband whose wife has been screwed the fewest number of times by her lover during the week. First prize will be unlimited access to every wife's cunt for the following week. Everyone understand?"

"How are we supposed to keep you from cheating?" Chadd asked. "We can't tie you up... that would constitute force. So what can we do?"

"That's up to you, Honey. Remember, it has to be cheating. We aren't allowed to bring our lover home and screw him in our bedroom while you're in the den. If you find out we've cheated and gotten fucked, we can't count that time. We have to cheat, get fucked, and get away with it without your finding out... until next Saturday, of course."

I nodded and commented, "It's going to be interesting and challenging, to say the least. It's also going to be fun!

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