Backgammon for Blood

Susan poured the remaining wine from the bottle into our two glasses, and then stood up. "Would you like me to remove my panties," she said, "or would you like the honors?" I climbed up from the floor and sat down on the couch behind me. I told her I'd be happy if she made the presentation, and motioned her to sit next to me. She rose in front of me, and then slowly stripped her beautiful red lace undies from her body. I could clearly see her light brown pussy hair, which had been freshly shaven until just a small triangle remained, and the protruding lips of her vagina between her thighs. Then she did sit down, but on my lap, sideways.

Taking my hand, she guided it between her spread legs and began to kiss and caress me. My hand found it's way to the dripping snatch and began to rub her enlarged clitoris. My mouth found her nipple, and I suckled. After a few moments, she moaned and said, "Inside, please." Putting my middle finger into her soaked snatch, I could feel how tight her pussy muscles were. After just a few moments, I could feel the muscles retracting even tighter, and then she began gasping for breath and moaning, "Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Finally she relaxed, and taking my hand that had caused her pleasure, she began sucking on my middle finger. After she had thoroughly cleaned it, she climbed off my lap and knelt in front of me. "If you want me to do anything, just let me know. After all, you're the winner."

"You're doing just fine, so far." Then, beginning at my neck, she sensually began licking my body in soft, short strokes. Down both arms, sucking all of my fingers, and back to my neck. Down my chest, lingering at both nipples and sucking them until my cock was rock hard. Down to my belly button, which got a special treatment from her tongue. She licked the top of my briefs, barely avoiding contact with my love tool. Then onto my right thigh and between my legs, licking to the very edge of my underwear near the testicles, which she brushed with her cheek. Then down my leg until she teasingly bit the soles of my foot and sucking on my toes. A similar treatment for my other leg and foot. Back up, and then she nibbled at my too-hard cock through my briefs.

"You know," she said, "we really should play one more game, so that I can take these off you legally." After hearing my agonized moan, she giggled and began to strip my briefs off. "Oh, good," she exclaimed, "I was right. You really do have long toes!" Then she took my testicles in one hand and began to lovingly lick and suck them. The other hand rose to my cock, and gently caressed it. Occasionally, she would lick my dick, hard, from my balls to the tip, leaving it very moist, so that her hand would cause no friction. As she progressed, she began to concentrate more on my shaft and less on my balls. She licked all over the tip of my cock, and said, "I do like circumcised men. It leaves that cute little notch all the way around." Then she took the shaft into her mouth, just a little at first, then more and more, all the while caressing the underside with her tongue. I began to come, but didn't want to shock my new lover. "It's all right," she said, "I want you in my mouth." A few seconds later, I exploded, and she greedily sucked every drop through spasm after spasm. After I finished, she released my cock from her mouth, and grabbing a Kleenex from a box on the side table wiped her mouth. "I'm sorry," she said, "it was just too much to swallow. I love the taste, though."

She reclined on the couch, and encouraged me to cuddle her. "May I have a turn, now?" she asked. I began to suckle at her lovely breasts, and again rub her clitoris. She began to moan, and said, "Please. Please eat me." I knelt between her legs, and was able to rub her pussy with my chest while I caressed her arms and legs with my hands and her tits with my tongue. It was driving her nuts, I could tell. Finally, she called, "Please, I need your mouth now!" I went down between her legs, and, for the first time, tasted her sweet feminine juices. Slowly licking both sides of her vaginal lips, I continued to playfully squeeze her nipples with my hands. Gently, I began to insert my tongue into her slot, which resulted in loud murmurs of approval. Finally, I began sucking her large clitoris in earnest, while her moans quickly became screams of joy as she orgasmed.

"Oh, that was wonderful," she said as she began kissing my mouth, cheeks and chin, cleaning them thoroughly of her pussy juice. She stood up, and I again was able to see just how beautiful she was without clothes. She twirled, giving me a wonderful view of her full ass, blew out the candles, picked up her clothes and said, "follow me."

I did, roving down the hall until she turned into her bedroom in which a small night-light burning. Placing our clothes on a chaise in the corner and approaching the bed, she turned the vermilion comforter down. I gazed upon her choice of bedclothes - white with large red hearts. "I knew you were coming," she said, seeing my astonishment. "Climb in, I'll be back in a few moments."

While she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, I sprawled in the bed and surveyed the erotic, but not graphic, artwork on the walls. A print of Maxville Parish's 'The Dinky Bird.' An Erte of an exquisite half-exposed maid. An original oil of a chap and dame embracing. A valuable replica of Michelangelo's David.

When she returned, she seemed to be glowing. As she climbed into bed she said, "lie down." After I did, she straddled on top of me, totally exposing herself to my view, and said, "You now see the entire show. If you wish, however, there are a few more acts to participate in. Do you want to continue? If you do, I promise to be gentle." Experiencing a rising atmosphere (which Susan in her present position was sure to be aware of), I of course agreed.

Susan told me to roll over on my back, and then took out two mink mitts, which she donned and then began to gently rub my back, ass and legs. I'd heard about these things, but had never experienced them. Finally, she took the gloves off and told me to roll onto my side. After placing her pussy where I could easily reach it with my mouth, she took my cock into hers. After ample sucking by both of us, she released me and laid down on her side beside me. "Are you ready," she asked between deep kisses, "to become my lover?"

"Yes," I replied. She laid on her back and, while I was still on my side, put both of her legs over my hip. Reaching down between her legs, she guided my cock into her pussy. I'd never tried that position, or ever had that much mastery during the love act before. As she caressed my upper body I was able to see, feel and touch her beautiful breasts completely while our pelvic regions rocked together. Being able to seize the top of the headboard gave me leverage to move in any method that pleasured her. It was magical, and after ten minutes or so of this wonderful love making, her vaginal muscles contracted, causing us both to come together.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she asked, after we had come back to our senses.

"Oh, yes, I've never felt that way before."

"Good. That's one of my favorite positions. Will you practice it with your wife before coming back to me next week?"

I was shocked. I hadn't thought of my wife that night, and now I filled with guilt. Susan understood, and began to put me at ease. "Don't be concerned. I knew that you were married when I invited you here, and when I asked you to play backgammon for such high stakes. I know that you love her, and are committed to her. I just ask that when you have time for me that you will visit with me, play some more backgammon and perhaps make love to me, if you want to. Now sleep." We cuddled, and then we both drifted into our dreams.

Through the night, we woke each other up twice, kissing and fondling each other. Both times culminated in tremendous orgasms for both of us.

After the alarm clock chimed noisily, I went home to shave and shower. When I got to the office, it seemed to be business as usual. Susan said, "Good morning," cheerfully, as if nothing had happened. Later, I asked if she could play at lunch, but she said she had an offsite meeting and couldn't. I did overhear one of the admins asking her why she was so happy that morning.

That night at my apartment, I got a call from Susan. She told me how much she'd delighted in the previous evening, wished me a good weekend, and said that she'd be happy to play backgammon during lunch hours and on Wednesday evenings.

During the remainder of the year, I split my time between my two women. I spent just one night a week with Susan; that seemed to suffice for both of us. After dinner, we'd play strip backgammon. Susan usually surprised me with some sort of new undergarment and taught me erotic positions and activities I'd either never thought of or had forgotten. The winner of the match would direct the carnival until we both got so excited that we forgot who was driving. The funny thing is, although I won my share of games, I only won two more matches the entire time, even when my mistress wore only lingerie or gave me some other advantage. On the weekends my wife welcomed me home, and we'd happily spend part of them practicing the new maneuvers I'd been instructed in, along with a few that my wife thought of.

At the end of my assignment, the group gave me a going away party on a Wednesday evening, and it was announced that I was going to get that promotion after all. Susan gave me a very special going away gift later that night. She took me to her home, and led me down the hall to her boudoir. Under a canopy of red balloons a wrapped gift rested on the bed. As I stripped the paper off, I recognized her red backgammon board. "Something to remember me by," she whispered, just before we played our final match.

Susan and I stayed in contact for a while, but about a year and a half later she left the company and moved to another city. I misplaced her address, and we haven't spoken to each other since.

One night, a few months after I returned, my wife took me out to dinner at a very romantic club. Over desert she confided, "Phil, we need to talk about something. Something that affects our relationship, and that we need to get out on the table." My first thought, of course, was that somehow Kathy knew about Susan, and I prepared for the inevitable.

"Phil, I don't quite know how to put this gently, so I'll just say it straight out: While you were gone, I had an affair."

I was so relieved that I just said, "Good." My wife was incredulous. Of course, I immediately confessed that I too was guilty of indiscretions. My wife considered this for a moment.

"Is it over?" she asked.

"Yes, what about yours?"

"History!"

She told me some details about her promiscuity, and seemed anxious to hear of my infidelities. After a week or so, we jointly came to the conclusion that no real harm had been done, and we continue to live with each other happily. Although we occasionally have teased each other about other men or women, we have returned to our monogamous state. All's well that ends well, I guess.

Oh, and the year after I returned home I won my backgammon club's championship, a feat that had previously eluded me.

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Once I asked Susan what would have happened if I hadn't rolled that 5-1 in the ninth game. She looked up at me from what she was doing with my lower regions, and said, "You know, I've never lost one of those matches."

Somewhere out there is a tall brunette who wears red, plays backgammon and needs just the right amount of love. If you meet her, and she challenges you to a special match, I hope you play well.

You'll have to.