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Games People Play (MF, wife)
by Sidney THC Archives - 1993

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     "Do you ever feel that our sex life is becoming too 
predictable?"  Sandra asked me.  I stuck my head over the paper 
just long enough to reply "What sex life?"
     "Richard, I'm serious" she said, "I want to know if you think
our sex life is missing something".
     Well, here she goes again I thought.  Sandra started on this 
'is our sex life good' kick about four weeks earlier.  Sandra is a 
psychologist, and had been counselling a young professional couple 
who's marriage seemed to be doomed because of a lousy sex life.  
Although Sandra had repeatedly told them that sex wasn't all there 
was to a marriage, they still felt that they were missing out on 
something because their sex was as they put it "boring!".  Sandra 
had referred them to one of her colleagues who specialized in 
sexual counselling, but the similarity to our relationship had, and
was still bothering her.
     Personally, I didn't think there was much comparison to be
made.  They were in their early thirties with idealistic goals,
while I had passed the big 'four-O' two years ago with Sandra only
three years behind.  We are not your average 'yuppies' either.  I
have been Head of the English department at the local college for
nearly six years now, while Sandra built up an impressive practice. 
Both of us are well established in our fields, we have a good home,
a couple of decent cars, and every year we have a fantastic
vacation at one or another resort.
     So what if our sex life was predictable, I love my wife and 
she loves me, and we had sex whenever we felt like it, which was 
usually Saturday night.  
     I really didn't think that I was missing out on anything, but
I was to learn different!  Sandra wouldn't let it rest that night,
and kept asking me about my fantasies.  I told her that I didn't
have fantasies, but she insisted that everybody has them and 
that I was just not willing to share mine.  
     "What's to share?" I argued, "It's not really a big deal, but
if you insist on knowing, sometimes I wish you could leave your
brain behind and act and talk like sex was the only thing in the
world you desired!"
     "You want me to act like a prostitute?" Sandra asked quietly. 
     "No" I said, "Not like a prostitute but more like a woman who 
knows what she wants and how she wants it, and isn't afraid to say 
it either!"  "A woman who enjoys sex, and doesn't use three 
syllable words to describe body parts!"
     Sandra had moved to the chair across from me now, and asked, 
"If I pretend to be your slut, will you be my first one night
stand?"  I told her that would be difficult, being we lived in the
same house and everything, but she was already ahead of me in the
quick thinking department.  She explained the ground rules to me
very quickly.
     The very next Saturday we would head off for a big city far 
enough away so we wouldn't be recognized by anyone we worked with. 
We would stay at separate motels, and meet later in the evening at 
a fancy bar where I was to try and pick her up and convince her 
that a night in bed with me would cure all of the world's problems.
     The week fairly flew by, as anticipation mounted.  The thought
of my lovely wife of fourteen years playing hard to get in a public
place was keeping me distracted from my classes with the constant
erections.  That had been another of Sandra's rules, no sex until
I convinced her next Saturday night that she should come to bed
with me.  That part scared me a little bit, the "with me" part.   
     When I questioned her about it, she would just smile and 
walk away, leaving me with the thought that I was going to be 
competing with all of the other guys there.  Hell I hadn't tried 
to pick up anybody in over fifteen years.  What should I say, how 
should I act?
     I went down to a fashion store and bought myself an outfit 
that the salesman guaranteed me would have women crawling over me. 
These things I carefully put away in the suitcase that I was to be 
taking.  I started to listen a bit closer to my male students 
whenever they were talking about chasing girls, and went so far as 
to buy a book on how to pick up women.
     Saturday rolled around, and after leaving early in the
morning, we arrived shortly after noon.  I told Sandra that I was 
going to take a nap when I dropped her off, and she said that the 
trip had tired her also.  She gave me the name of a night spot 
that she had heard about, and that she would be there about nine 
o'clock.  I rushed to my motel, dropped off my bags and headed for 
the best place, according to the motel manager, to get my hair 
styled. 
     After getting what I considered the best haircut and most 
expensive one of my life, I headed back to the motel to change.  I 
know that I'm forty-two, but I'm not in bad shape for my age.  I 
don't keep as fit as Sandra does with all of her exercise and 
aerobics classes, but I do manage a few laps around the school 
track now and then.  Unlike a lot of my colleagues, I don't have 
that extra tire around my waist.  My hair is full and even though 
it has a lot of grey in it, I think that it makes me look more 
distinguished than old.
     I showered and stood in front of the mirror to inspect 
myself.  I thought that I looked pretty good, but when I put on my 
new clothes it was like the world had changed.  I had a few hours 
to kill so I thought I might go and see what kind of reactions I 
could get from the rest of the world.
     I stopped at a nearby bar for a drink to bolster my courage. 
I didn't realize when I went in that it was a topless bar, but I 
thought what the hell, I'm supposed to be enjoying this.  Raw sex, 
that's what I told my wife was my fantasy.  A pretty little blonde 
with a small but nice set of boobs came over to ask me what I 
wanted from the bar.  I told her that I'd have a scotch and enjoy 
the view.  She giggled at that remark, not offended in the least. 
     When she came back with my drink she was doing all she could
to make those small titties jiggle, and as she handed me my drink
she told me that she would be off work at eleven.  I said that
maybe I'd see her then, even though I had no intention of doing
that, but what amazed me was that the up front bold approach had
worked so well.  I was surely feeling fine!
     Another drink and I was on my way to try and pick up my own 
wife!  
     I found the nightclub without any problem, but I couldn't 
see Sandra.  The lights were dim and the music was loud, but I was 
sure that I'd be able to recognize my own wife.  I headed to the 
big bar at the back of this place, sat down and ordered a drink 
thinking I'd have to wait.  I was shooting the breeze with the 
bartender when I heard familiar laughter from further down the 
bar.  I leaned forward and realized why I hadn't seen Sandra.  She 
had her hair styled completely different and some of that coloring 
gel added to put highlights in.  I got up off the bar stool and 
stood back to take in the rest of her.  She was truly breathtaking.
If a person didn't know it, they'd say that she was no more than
thirty years old tops.  I could well understand why there were so
many guys standing around her.  Sandra had replaced her usual
clothes with something extraordinary!  My cock was standing at
attention just looking at her!  Black, very high heeled patent
leather shoes and black sheer stockings that accentuated the curves
in her legs, leading right up to a leather mini dress that was slit
on the sides exposing nearly all of her cheeks!  This she had
topped off with a white silk blouse that you could see the outline
of her nipples through!  The cut of the skirt really helped show
off the nice ass I had been taking for granted, and the waist that
was so thin to start with, only made her 34 B's look so much more
appetizing.  The blouse was open to just above her naval allowing
glimpses of creamy white tit flesh from either side.  Her normally
dark brown hair was now nearly jet black with dark red highlights. 
Instead of having it parted down the center as she usually does,
she had it all pulled to one side held back with a gold hair comb,
and then cascading over one shoulder.  The exposed side of her face
showed an oversize golden earing and a neck that was only missing
the words "eat me" written in.
     There were three guys all vying for her attention, but she 
was just laughing them off.  They should have read the book I had 
read.  I sauntered into a spot at the bar and told the bartender 
to bring the 'lady' another drink.  "Hey buddy" one guy said, 
"Don't you think you should ask the lady first if she wants a 
drink?"  I leaned back, with my elbow on the bar, gave him a head 
to toe to head glance and replied, "If you have to ask for
directions son, you can't know where you're going!"  Sandra looked 
at me, ever so coyly and said "So cowboy, do you think you know 
where you're going?"  I said, "The name's Rick and you must be 
Sin, cause you're sure tempting as Hell, and where I'm going is to 
ecstasy, care to come along for the ride?"  
     She said "Close cowboy, its Sandy, and what makes you think
you can give me anything that these gentlemen can't?"  "Well", I
said, "I can braid your cunt hairs with my tongue, and tie up your
clit and hold it for ransom until you turn over every single drop
of love juice you have in you!"
     I could see her getting aroused now, her chest heaving with 
each breath and her nipples stiffening against the thin material. 
     "Can you do that if I'm sitting on your face cowboy?"  she
asked.  Her cheeks were starting to glow with a rosy tinge that
didn't come out of a make up case.  
     "If you sit on my face pretty lady, I'll even tickle your
tonsils."    
     The other guys left at this point, obviously seeing by the 
way Sandra was holding onto the bar that I was going to score.  
     "Will you fuck me too Rick?"  she asked, "Fuck me hard and 
furious?"  I stepped up behind her, to let her feel the bulge that 
my cock was making in my pants, and slipped a hand into her blouse 
to cup one of those delicious tits.  I rubbed her stiff nipple 
back and forth between my thumb and finger against the silk 
blouse. "Sure Sandy" I said, "As hard and often as you like".  
     I took her hand and led her out to the parking lot and saw the
bartender give me a thumbs up for victory sign.  He was right, I 
was one lucky guy.
     I took Sandy back to my motel room, and when we got there, I 
was still playing with her boobs.  Her hands had worked like the 
dickens during the short drive, freeing my swollen member, stroking
its hard length.  We didn't talk at all during the ride mostly
because Sandy had found a way to get her mouth around my cock while
I was driving, and my hand had slipped into her panties and I had
been whipping up a froth with her flowing pussy juice.  With Sandy
moaning on my dick as I teased her clit, it's a wonder we didn't
drive into anything.
     Once in the motel room, I tore open her blouse and sucked on 
each swollen little cherry.  Sandy then pushed me back on the bed, 
tore off her panties and straddled my face.  Sandy had left on her 
black stockings, and I felt them rub on my cheeks as I heard her 
scream "Fuck me cowboy, fuck me with your face, drink up my cunt 
juice and don't stop licking!"  I drove my tongue in as far as I 
could into her steaming box while she ground herself around and 
around on my face.  Her juices were really pouring now as she 
worked herself into a mind shattering orgasm.  I licked as fast as 
I could, savoring the taste of her nectar.  Once she came, then 
another right behind the first.  Like firecrackers going off.  In 
our entire married life, I don't remember Sandy enjoying sex so 
much!
     After about the sixth climax, I thought she'd had it.  She 
was quivering as she rolled off my face, but she was not down for 
the count, not yet.  From deep inside her the animal passion rose. 
     "Give me your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want you to
cum in my mouth, I need your seed spurting down my throat!"  
     Sandy sucked on my cock like it was all she was ever meant to
do.  She danced her tongue over my swollen cock head until I
thought that I would explode!  Sandy gently squeezed my swollen bag
to help the impending eruption.  With her other hand she was
frigging herself to yet another climax to match mine!  I erupted
like a volcano!  My hot seed raced down her throat as she moaned
with satisfaction.
     After my climax, I collapsed on the bed ready to rest, but 
Sandy would have none of it!  She stood up to discard the rest of 
her clothes then pounced on me again, tearing off what remained of 
my clothes.  She was all over me, rubbing her hot twat against my 
legs and on my chest, giving me deep passionate kisses.  I could 
taste my own seed on her lips and realized that she was licking 
off her own juices from my face.  The very thought of that made me 
hard again much to Sandy's delight.  She climbed on top of my 
rigid pole and rode herself to climax after climax.  I could feel 
my seed boiling again so I grabbed her by the hips and drove my 
hard cock into her with deep thrusts to match hers.  With a deep 
groan I felt my cock twitch as it unleashed a torrent of cum deep 
inside her.  Sandy climaxed a final time as my seed shot into her, 
then she collapsed on top of me.  We slept that way until well 
into the morning.  I woke up to find Sandy playing with my cock.  
She kissed me on the lips and said "How about it cowboy, ready for 
a good morning quickie?"
     As we showered up together later, I realized that I had found 
a side of Sandy that had before now been dormant.  I'm married to 
a sex crazed kitten who loves to lick up the cream!  All I need to 
start her engines purring is the right keys!  I don't think our 
sex life will be predictable any more!


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