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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Kibitzer"{Dancer}(MF wife humor)


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Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity.  PLEASE do not emulate these people since they 
are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where 
sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't 
happen.  You don't live in such a world, so "let's be 
careful out there."

Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you 
can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, 
you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. 
Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up 
for little age-testing quizzes like this! :)


Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little 
opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
distribution are permitted by her.


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Editor's Note: Here it is - part eleven of Dancer's 
'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she 
whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov 
eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run 
I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still 
around?)

And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you 
don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones 
that might squick you...

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The Alphabet Game (11/26) (MF, wife, humor)
Kibitzer (an onlooker at a card game, etc., esp. one who 
volunteers advice) 
A Mikel & Nadine story
Copyright Dancer 2001

Mikel was not a happy camper. He'd been futzing around the 
yard, trimming back one of the hedges in front of the 
house, when he lost his footing on a wet patch of grass. 
WHAM! Flat on his back and in a helluva lot of pain. Nadine 
rushed him to the ER and the doctor on-call diagnosed a 
slipped disc and prescribed complete bed rest...for a 
month! His plans of an all-day love session as a birthday 
gift were in the toilet. Nadine was a smart cookie and 
could've figured out a way to do it without causing Mik any 
pain except for the catheter. Complete bed rest meant just 
that. No trips to the bathroom to relieve himself or wank 
off.

"Honey," Nadine called as she walked upstairs. "Your 
birthday present is here!" She strolled into the bedroom 
with Trent Bailey behind her.

Mik raised an eyebrow. "You brought me a hockey player."

"Weeell, not exactly," she hedged. She sat carefully on the 
bed and kissed her hubby's mouth. "I know you wanted to try 
to get me to conceive today and since you can't move..."

Ah-hah. The gleam in her blue eyes filled in the blank. "So 
Trent here is going to be my stand-in, as it were." She 
grinned and waited anxiously for his OK. "I'd prefer 
Beverly's future sibling have my flat feet." Dini's mouth 
dropped to a pout. "I haven't said no," Mikel teased. 
"You're a very loving woman, Dini, and me being laid up 
can't be healthy for your sex drive, soooo," he glanced 
over at Trent, who looked very uncomfortable with the 
conversation. "Have at it, Trent m'boy."

"Uh, Mikel? Are you going to watch?" Trent asked nervously.

Nadine made a face at him. "You play in front of thousands 
of people and my Mikel is making you anxious?" Trent had 
the decency to blush. "For crying out loud! He can't enjoy 
his present if he can't look at it. Now get your cute ass 
over here and let's do it!" She fluffed Mikel's pillows and 
added one so he would be able to view the entire thing.

Settling against the pillows, Mikel watched his beautiful 
wife strip down to the buff and do the same to Trent. Trent 
was longer than Mik and grew longer as Nadine covered the 
hard dick before her with a condom. They started with a 
French kiss and Mik began his nit-picking:

"Hon, move a bit. I can't see...much better." Trent cupped 
Dini's breasts, flicking each dusky tip with a thumb. "She 
really likes having her nipples tweaked, Trent. Try that." 
Nadine's moans of pleasure fill the room as the hockey 
player sucked her large breasts and helped her to the 
floor. He eased his cock into her heat, fucking with slow 
strokes. "Put your arms under her legs and lean 
forward...good, good...thrust harder, m'boy, bang her 
harder." Mikel grinned like an idiot when his lovely little 
wife started whimpering and singing orgasm after orgasm. 
"Trent, bite her neck!...Oooo, that's going to leave a 
mark." Nadine bucked and heaved under her lover, raking her 
nails viscously over his back and drawing blood.

The muscles in Trent's upper thighs and butt tensed as he 
came, spurting his jackage into the rubber sheath. Nadine's 
screamed herself hoarse yet again at the delightful fuck 
and she dragged the man down on top of her. Trent embraced 
her loosely and felt the aftershocks course through her 
spent body. They gazed over at the man in the bed and 
laughed at Mikel's clapping.

"Bravo! Brava!" Mikel announced. "Encore, encore!"

"NO!" Nadine and Trent responded in unison. Trent withdrew 
his flaccid cock from Nadine's snug box, removed the rubber 
and tossed it in the garbage. He gave her a hand up and she 
went over to her husband.

"As much as I wanted you to watch me fuck another man," 
Nadine informed Mikel, "it won't happen again until you 
quit nit-picking." She grabbed Trent's arm. "We are going 
to the spare room where you can't see us. Nnaaay." She 
stuck her tongue out.

End part 11

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Editor's Postscript: <blush>  Ohmigod.  I can't believe she 
actually roasted me like that!:)  And it wouldn't be funny 
if that isn't EXACTLY how I would act in the situation! 
Trent is a fantasy character Dancer made up in a 'sexified' 
version of her trip up to Canada to see me before we got 
married.  I'll have to get her to either commit that story 
to disk (I've only seen it on paper) or send it up to me 
for transcription.

No, she and I haven't 'swapped' and probably never will, 
but I think she managed to work out just about the ONLY 
turn of events that would allow us to engage in this sort 
of stuff!  I was laughing to bust another rib when I read 
this the first time - she's described me to a TEE!  Hope 
you enjoy my foibles! :D
