The Game – Sequel to The Key. Chapter 7

 try to reconcile my feelings as Kate runs her fingers down Ganriel’s ripped abs, then to his rigid cock. I can almost feel her touch as she plays with him; it’s erotic, but she’s so completely taken by his physical presence that the angst wells up in me. I know how much she loves fucking Aidan, but this is different. It occurs to me in an instant of troubling clarity that sexually, together they’re a perfectly matched couple. Is it Kate’s helpless attraction to him, or his ability to simply make her his as I watch? Does she even remember I’m present?

Gabriel looks over at me as though it’s what he expects.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To have me fuck your pretty little wife?”

Before I can answer, Kate answers for me while keeping her eyes on his immense cock.

“He does. He likes to watch men like you fuck me.”

“You have that kind of control over him?” he asks.

Kate still doesn’t give me the slightest glance while she answers. “Keeping him hard, making him watch, making him wait until a man’s done with me – yes, it excites me. But it excites him too. It was someone in our past that…”

“Ahhh, someone who awakened his s u b m i s s i o n, and yours, to the whims of a man with a more dominant character?

“He, um, held us hostage in a way. Financially. His boss – he wanted me. He seduced me, and Billy had to allow it. In time, Billy found it exciting to surrender my body to him. It was mostly to secure our future, but then I couldn’t help myself. He was one of those men…”

“So, you’re free now? But your body aches for a man like him again?”

“I need – well, I told you what I need.” Her voice wavers, as though she’s begging but embarrassed to have to do it.

“You need what we all need, Kate,” he offers. “We come here for The Game, one Breigha and Aidan orchestrate. They’re masters of it; using their insight, imagination, and most of all, their ability to collect those with very special needs. They’ve chosen you, Billy, and myself as a perfect trio, players in a game that first promises to give everyone what they seek, and then much more. They create, they watch, and they assimilate what we provide. They feed on our deepest, most forbidden fantasies, and use them to entice others to the game. I’ve been a character in their living fantasies in the past, just as I am now. You’re the pretty wife with dark appetites, and Billy the husband who eagerly submits to them. My question for both of you is, now that you know I was chosen for you, how eager are you to play?

Billy, I’ve heard what Kate needs. As the husband, how compliant are you? Can you make the sacrifice? She’s such a delicious little thing – not many husbands could put a wife like Kate in the hands of someone like me. Can you offer me Kate’s body and do it without jealousy or possessiveness?”

“I suppose it’s like Kate said,” I began. “My boss held our future in his hands; gripped it, tightly, then squeezed until it hurt. I watched Kate submit to his seduction. It was, instant, and it shocked me. But we both needed what he promised. There was so much money, a house, the cars; there was more and more, every day. In return, he wanted Kate’s body for himself. It was all so sudden, and so enticing – my dream job, and our perfect life. I thought I could look the other way. To do that, I had to bury my jealousy. A nervous misdirection took its place. When Kate was naked in his hands, her sexual bliss somehow became arousing and exotic. He was wealthy, powerful, and dominating, with a, um, very large cock. He was everything I wasn’t – everything Kate dreamed of in a man. I just gave in to keep my eye on the prize, a better life together when we finally might escape. Then I began to like it – I mean, watching Kate and him together. It was, terrifying, mesmerizing, intoxicating, like the ultimate fetish-inducing d r u g. I was paid to let him and his associates use Kate. We took his money, and we became addicted. We couldn’t stop.”

“And now you want to continue?” he asks, with raised eyebrows. Possibly in a safer venue? One where you might have more control?”

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EXPOSING MY WIFE IN THE CHAT ROOM

When I was new to this site I enjoyed seeing other mens’ wives posted in the chat room. A guy sent me a private message and asked me if I had photos of my wife. I told him i did, in fact, but was *** to post her in a public forum. At that time I wasn’t aware I could post them in private for him. He suggested we go to a messenger site where I could post the pix for him in private. I added him to my list of contacts and began showing him erotic photos of my wife, Vicki. After showing him several revealing pix of Vicki he suggested I go back to the Cuckoldplace chat room.

Upon returning to the chat room, I was dismayed that he had posted my wife in the chat room for all to see! I obviously was naive not knowing someone could upload my pix into their own file. I was furious that this guy would do this to me! However, after seeing my wife posted for all those horny guys to see, including her FACE, I realized that I had a strangely intense feeling of arousal that my wife was exposed for other men to see. I began to masturbate as I looked at Vicki repeatedly being posted with a few lurid comments from others. 

It was at that moment I realized I was a cuckold and enjoyed itmy wife being exposed for other men!

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We left home around 5pm, getting to the motel and taking some time to unpack the overnight bags. When Tony went in to take a shower I slipped back to the car to get my “special bag” for the evening. As he exited the bathroom he found me standing in nothing but a kick-ass pair of stiletto heels, black, thigh high stockings and a skimpy g-string. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look on my husband’s face, but it was all radiating from approval. I gave my best sexy walk over to him, and since he was nude already, I could see his cock starting to grow from excitement. I led him to the straight back wooden chair, told him to sit down and then eagerly handcuffed his wrists behind him as well as binding his ankles. At first he looked very confused, and then asked me where I had gotten handcuffs from, I just said, “Shhhh,” and continued the captivity.

Walking back and forth in front of him, letting my ass jiggle just enough and my large breasts sway to tease him, I began explaining how the past 19 months had been all about him, him, him, his work, his schedule, his thoughts, his stories, his life, and nothing included me, so today, today was going to be MY day, whether he liked it or not. I proceeded to tell him that I would be in charge, he would call me ma’am, ask no questions, throw no rage my direction, and just accept the fact that he was now a cuckold. Before he could utter a response, there was a knock on the motel room door. I stood back as I opened it, just in case it would be housekeeping or something, but it was Butch, right on time and looking extremely excited.

As he walked into the room and took off his coat, the rest of his clothing followed, he was wasting no time, maybe thinking I would change my mind, or maybe just because of his horniness that’s been building all week long. Tony was getting furious, his face was red and the big vein on his temple was bulging, as he started to open his mouth to put up a fight, I greeted him with my fingers over his lips and said, “Remember dear, you’re a cuckold, you have nothing to say.”

Butch immediately dropped to his knees and began to lick my slit that was already extremely creamy, my clit grew quickly against his tongue and my breathing told me that this would be a day I would never forget. After two orgasms from his oral stimulation, I noticed his dick couldn’t possibly get any harder, the skin was stretched tightly. I laid back across the bed, lifting my legs high into the air, making sure we were turned in a way that Tony would see every thrusting motion we made against one another. I was surprised by Butch’s endurance, giving how long he’d waited for this, he was going to do it right.

When he buried his face in my shoulder and his body began to tremble, I knew his orgasm was approaching quickly. He pulled out of me just enough to spew my vaginal lips with his salty cum, up my belly and across my tits were covered as well. There must have been a gallon of spunk! He rolled over, trying to catch his breath as I was doing the same. I lost count of how many times my orgasm ripped through me. As per our plans when he was composed, he didn’t say a word to me or to Tony, just softly placed a kiss on my lips, got dressed and left. I turned towards my husband and his face looked drawn, disappointed and humiliated, but his cock told me how he was really feeling. I got up and walked over to his chair, unlocking the cuffs, and untying the binds on his ankles. I expected him to lurch at me with anger, but instead, he just sat. So, I brought the finishing touch of my plan in. I again laid back on the bed and told him that as my cuckold husband, he would service me and do the clean up duties. He stood up and walked to the bed, bending over his mouth gobbled up the now cold cum from my tits, belly and smooth vaginal mound, from there he parted my swollen lips and ate the creampie remnants of my cuckold experience.

We never spoke about what happened the rest of the day, and I never did let him cum, all a part of my plan. What he didn’t know was this was not going to be our first time of him being humiliated and me being pleasured.