Fuck or Cuck: Amy and Alex Pt. 01

Amy stared out at the mass of people that made up the live audience. The bright spot lights glaring down upon her made it impossible to discern any features of the crowd but she could feel their eyes on her, tracing her curvy form, lingering on her perky tits and full ass.

She wore a simple plain white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, which clung tightly to her, to show off her figure. Her blonde hair, loosely curled, hung down her back and framed her face.

At first she had been hesitant to appear on the show but after seeing the amount that could be won, she quickly changed her mind. "Fuck or Cuck" was one of a number of breakout sexual game shows that had started to appear on television in the wake of the sexual revolution.

The premise was relatively simple. Each episode a couple would star. One, usually male but not always, would spin a wheel with each segment offering something different. Some would put money in the couple's pot. Others would require the spinner's partner to do something to get the money, usually to themselves or the spinner.

Then there were the segments that lost the couple a life. The couple had three lives in total. Finally, the segments which lost a life and got the spinner's partner to do something or have something done to them, usually by one of the shows "professional". If they refused to do the task in this case then they automatically forfeited the game and any money in their pot.

Once the couple had lost all three lives, they could either walk away with nothing or get what was in their pot and spin the final wheel. The final wheel had two segments, "Fuck" or "Cuck". If they got "Fuck", the couple would be required to fuck live in front of the audience and the cameras. If they got "Cuck", only one of them would be getting fucked, also live and filmed, while the other could only watch.

Each spin of the wheel offers progressively higher amounts of money but also more risqué tasks. Likewise, the larger the pot at the end, the more extreme the cucking became.

The safety net of knowing that she could walk away if the cash wasn't good enough gave her some comfort. But she also knew how desperate they were for money.

She glanced over and caught her husband's, Alex, eye as he was being mic'd up. She gave him a nervous smile which he returned with a wink. He was tall, with dark hair, a slight amount of stumble and slender build. His confidence and laid back attitude always somehow managed to put her at ease.

After what felt like an age the stage hands finally retreated to the shadows and the theme music began. A blonde man, in a gray suit bounced on to the stage, waving and grinning, showing off blindingly white teeth. The audience cheered as he began to introduce himself and the show, "Welcome back to the nations favourite game show, Fuck or Cuck, as always I'm your host Roger Huff". His well rehearsed opening rang out across the soundstage.

He took a pause to wait for the audience to calm before continuing, "We've got a fantastic couple for you this evening, let's welcome them, all the way from New York, it's Alex and Amy". Amy took a deep breath, and as she heard her name put on her best smile as she could tell the camera's would be focusing on her. The audience let out applause and cheers. Several wolf whistles echoed out.

"So Alex, how are you feeling about putting your wife on the line?" Roger asked with a show biz wink. It was a pretty standard question for the opening of the show, an attempt to start the hopeful humiliation of the husband early. "I've always been lucky, and I'm sure she won't do anything unless the money's worth it" Alex replied with confidence.

"We'll see how lucky you really are in just a minute" Roger retorted with another show biz wink to the cameras. He sauntered over to stand next to Amy. "Now Amy, your husband seems pretty confident, so tell me, how many partners have you had?" Roger asked, grinning.

She glanced down at her feet, bit her lip and replied "Three including Alex", trying her best to look sheepish. It wasn't a lie, but she was far from embarrassed about it. They had been told before the show, that the audience watched for the potential of a confident guy being brought down a peg if not humiliated and cucked, and a shy innocent woman turned into horny slut, and that they should play into that as best they could.

"Well, hopefully by the end of tonight we can maybe up that number." once again giving his signature wink to the camera. "Now, let's get on with the show, time for our first spin". Roger skipped back over to stand next to Alex, leaving Amy alone in the spotlight.

The first two spins went well, straight money in their pot. A total of $2000. Maybe not the best start, but she had certainly seen worse. Roger bantered a bit with Alex between spins, but she wasn't listening, the nerves were beginning to build again, knowing that something was coming.

The lucky streak ended on the third spin. The segment of the wheel landed on had $10,000 on it, along with the word 'Strip'. "So Amy, for $10,000 will you reveal all to us?" Roger called across the stage to her. The audience held its breath waiting for her response. She gulped, this was the moment of no return. The moment where she could walk away, and stay as Amy the innocent loyal wife or she could get naked on camera, in front of a room full of people and become Amy the naughty slut.

She nodded.

The audience roared in approval. "I'm going to have to hear you say it, Amy" Roger called out to her, his face contorted into a deceivious grin. He knew exactly what people wanted to hear. Amy took a deep breath in. "I'll strip," she said, looking at her feet. "You heard her, cue the music," Roger said gleefully, taking great pleasure in her response.

'The Stipper' began to play. Some comedic gags just never die. She started by pulling her white t-shirt off and over her head. It was far from a sexy act, but regardless, as the audience caught a glimpse of her breasts clad in her white frilly bra, they cheered with delight. She chucked her t-shirt to the side. She unbuttoned her shorts and bent over to pull them down. Wolf whistles rang out once more as the audience got sight of her ass, in matching underwear to her bra, pushed up in the air as she finished removing her shorts.

She straightened back up now in just her underwearing looking out into the crowd. Her face felt hot. She could feel the eyes examining her, hungrily waiting to see the rest of her body. Beside her nerves and embarrassment, something else was growing. Excitement? The idea of all these people wanting her, lusting after her. The sudden intoxicating thought sent a rush through her. She felt a tingle between her legs as she began to grow wet.

She reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra, and simply let it fall away. An even greater roar came as her breasts were freed for all to see. The cool air of the studio brushed against her nipples, and along with the help of her growing arousal, they began to harden.

Finally she discarded her panties. This had less of a reaction then her releasing her tits, but still a sizeable cheer rose from the audience. Intoxicated by the audience's reaction and eager for more, she twirled around, facing away from the audience, giving them a good look at her ass. A booming voice rang out from the audience. "Bend over" it demanded, and without thinking she did.

She put her feet shoulder length apart and bent over, touching the floor with her palms with the grace of a gymnast. The loudest roar yet came from the audience, who now had a clear view of her pussy and ass hole. She basked in their lust for a moment before standing back up, turning towards them once more.

At this point the music stopped, and she was drawn back to reality of where she was. If her face was hot before, it was now burning, blushing scarlet with embarrassment of what she had just done. She did her best to cover herself with her hands. Stripping was one thing, but showing off like that was another. She glanced over to Alex, who looked stunned by what she had done, but she couldn't help but notice the tent in his pants.

"She definitely earned that 10 grand" Roger joked and the audience let out a few chuckles. "Now if Alex can pick his chin off the floor, I think it's time for our next spin". Alex shook his head slightly, composed himself and spun again.

A couple more lucky spins. No lives lost and their pot now stood at $16,000, but now they landed on sensual massage along with two values, $5000 or $25,000.

"Looks like Amy is in for a treat, a lovely sensual massage, but she's got a tough choice first, will it be from her husband for $5000 or will she opt for the $25,000 and be graced by the expert hands of our special guest masseuse, Carlos!" Roger announced raising his hands, gesturing towards a man coming to the stage.

Carlos walked out with confidence, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers. His tanned body rippled with muscles and even hidden by the boxer's, his bulge was something to behold. Amy's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to it.

"So what's your choice Amy?" Roger asked with his wicked grin spreading across his face again. The audience quickly began to chant "Carlos, Carlos, Carlos".

Amy looked at her husband. They weren't allowed to communicate directly but she was searching for any hint that it was alright not to pick him. She thought she saw the subtlest of nods. She looked away from Alex and said "Carlos". The crowd roared with approval.

She glanced back at Alex, he didn't look unhappy or upset, but he didn't look the most comfortable with the idea, clearly somewhat intimidated by the well chiseled man standing next to him.

"You heard the women Carlos, go show her what you can do, but remember no happy endings this time" Roger gave his trademark wink to the camera as he finished and gave Carlos a push forward.

Carlos walked forward and took Amy's hand and led her over to the massage bed which had been stealthily wheeled out by the stage hand while she had made her decision. She couldn't help but notice how big and strong his hand was grasping hers.

She lay face down on the bed. It was hard to relax in this environment with the cameras, the lights, the audience, let alone the fact that her husband was watching, but as a very generous amount of warm oil rained down onto her back and she felt her shoulders relax.

As the warm oil coated her skin like silk, two large hands began to caress her back, tracing her shoulders, fingers digging in, kneading the muscles. She let out a low moan. When they said expert, they meant it, his fingers managed to touch exactly the right places to ease the tension in her.

Carlos worked his way down her back, spreading the oil out evenly, adding more when needed. She felt like she was sinking, all her worries and cares seemed to leave her as Carlos worked.

A tingle ran through her as his hands traced over her bum and down to her thighs. He began to massage her right thigh with both hands, covering it in oil. He ran his hands right the way up, over and over, each time coming ever closer to touching her pussy. She felt herself growing wet at the thought of this stranger playing with her pussy.

Every time his hand approached she let out a moan, trying to give a signal for him to go further without having to say it. He swapped over to her left thigh and the torture continued.

Finally he pushed his hand right the way up, so that it grazed against her wet labia. She gasped loudly at the sensation. His hand then retreated. She felt a large amount of oil pour over her ass cheeks and Carlos began to work and kneed them. The sensation of his strong hands playing with her slick ass was divine. She had long given up trying to hide her enjoyment and was moaning loudly.

A hand took her shoulder and urged her to flip over and she did so without resistance. Carlos stood next to her, his huge package position next to her face. She could tell he was hard. She resisted the temptation of taking his cock out of his boxers. The warning of no happy endings was as much for her as for Carlos. The show runners didn't like things getting too hot too fast, so would likely end things if she tried and she was not done with enjoying this experience.

Carlos poured the oil over Amy's tits. He began to knead and massage them. Her nipples grew hard against his hands and she moaned in delight. Despite his large hands and well muscled arms he was gentle with her breast. Amy longed for him to be rougher with her. For him to grab hold hard, to pinch her nipples.

His hand descended south, over her belly and down to her crotch. Lent over to reach, his bulge was even closer to her face. He didn't play with her directly, simply using his fingers on either and applying pressure to pull open her labia revealing her glistening pussy to all. She could almost imagine the camera zooming in on the site.

She moaned and bucked her hips, longing for him to touch her properly rather than just tease her. He ran two fingers along her slit. She almost screamed from the pleasure that spread through her from the simple act. Slick with her wetness, he ran his fingers up her body and placed them on her lips.

Without hesitation, without thinking of where she was, without thinking about who he was, with no thought of all the people watching, no consideration of her husband, she opened her mouth. She licked and sucked his fingers, tasting her sweet juices upon his fingers.

She was pulled back to reality by Roger. "There will hopefully be plenty of time for that later if you're lucky" he gave another one of his winks. The audience grumbled and groaned, clearly enjoying the show. "Let's give Carlos a hand" Roger gestured over to Carlos, urging the audience to get over their irritation and cheer, which they did begrudgingly as Carlos left the stage.

Amy stood up and returned to her spot on the stage, her legs shaking slightly. She was embarrassed by how lost she had become in the experience and how easy it had been to just forget everything and just give in to her lust. Somewhere deep inside her, she hoped that Carlos would be back.

Alex wasn't looking at her so it was hard to gauge his feeling of what she had done, but he couldn't hide his erection. Sudden thought of Alex and Carlos standing before her, naked, cocks hard ready for her to service them both flashed before her eyes for a moment, and she felt her face grow hot. She'd never had a threesome before, had never even considered it, now the thought filled her head.

Lost in her lustful thoughts, no longer even thinking about trying to hide her now very oily body from the audience or cameras she watched Alex spin the wheel again, caring less about the money and more hoping for it to land on something fun.