The Game

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They felt both excited and apprehensive at the prospect of realizing some of the more 'out there' ideas. "Something as simple as 'hanging loose' would always be good for ogling responses," Teri suggested almost matter-of-factly.

"Likewise 'inadvertently' exposing a nipple or two," Tami concurred. "I know, we've already done going braless, but how 'bout pulling your bra off from beneath blouse, in public?"

"Could be good... could be good, all right." Teri paused in consideration before going on. "I know we've already displayed our panties, but what about while wearing a thong?"

"Camel toe's been done."

"But not split-beaver, executed, you know, with the tiniest g-string...?"

"While fingering oneself - now, there's a good one!"

"Why even bother with the thongs? Just frig your bare pussy." They both laughed at that idea, although somewhat nervously.

Anyway, in that way, they kept the anticipation for The Game's next round glowing brightly. And, oddly enough, other than sharing a couple of racy selfies, and despite the more than suggestive email discussions, they both behaved at home, getting a vicarious thrill in the long-distance discussion and proposals.

Next meeting, they both arrived early, filled, in equal measure, with eagerness and dread. The two of them were still just playing along with ideas from the email brainstorms, without any intentions, of actually doing anything. But, caught up in the swirl and noise of the event, a force greater than those good intentions, greater than, perhaps, the dictates of common sense, overcame their resistance, causing them to, once more, slip back into the forbidden delights of The Game.

Just before they parted, to join their respective delegations for the keynote address, they idly tossed out a couple dares without giving them much thought. So, it wasn't far into the presentation, when Teri surreptitiously worked her bra out from beneath blouse, taking a picture of it with her phone. Before the end of the address, she had flashed her nipples, and, at one point, 'inadvertently' spilt out of her top.

Tami knew they'd already displayed pantied crotches, and that camel toe had already been done, too, "...but," she mused, "they are necessary steps in the process of full reveal." Wearing a thong this time, Tami worked her way to a real split-beaver, yarding on the stringed crotch, pulling it tight between her pussy lips, puffing and separating them, then dropping her other hand as inconspicuously as possible, to take a picture of her daring exposure. Tami giggled at the couple of head snapping double-takes she noticed before releasing her grip and smoothing her skirt down to regain her modesty.

As the speech began to reach its summing-up conclusion, Tami pulled again at her G-string, this time drawing it aside. Baring her pussy, she subtly, fingered herself. Strumming the moist furrow splitting her puffy lips, she drew her fingertips up to flick her clitoris, before allowing them to delve back into her hot slit in their descent. Tami was amazed at how quickly she became aroused, taking herself perilously near climax before she was forced to stop - before losing complete control. She could hardly believe how incredibly turned-on she'd gotten. "Shit!" she thought. "I've probably attracted more attention than was wise!" distracting, as she could see, more than one attendee from the profound conclusions of the speaker.

As it turned out, they suspended play during the first session of the conference, but, taking their lunch at a nearby lounge and grill, they plunged effortlessly back into it. After examining each other's selfies, they were tempted to reprise their earlier antics right there in the dim light of the restaurant. Instead, they chose to confirm their mutual absence of underwear, neither upper nor lower; giggling like giddy schoolgirls, they flickered and flashed their boobs and beavers, ostensibly just for one another's eyes.

After ordering drinks, TNT put their heads together conspiratorially. Teri dared Tami to stroke and play with herself beneath the table as they 'chatted' over their drinks. In the growing spirit of 'one-up's-manship,' Tami suggested, as an alternative, that they caress one another. "A little more challenging, eh?" She gave a mischievous grin before adding, "We'll see who cums first."

As awkward as it was, an oddly adolescent pride, prevented either from considering being the first to balk. Were they overreacting; taking things a little too far? Perhaps, but neither would admit it, even to themselves. They leaned in, drink in one hand, the other snaked between the friend's thighs, and twiddled and twirled, dipping fingertips deep gather the springing of nectar. Deliberately, yet as inconspicuously as possible, they cranked up the digital stimulation, building one another's arousal inexorably.

But it was Teri who eventually got so turned-on, so close to crisis, that she couldn't stand it. The bar was getting crowded, filling steadily with late-lunch patrons. Teri was suddenly terrified about making a scene. "We're gonna get caught!" she hissed, imagining the dreadful consequences, even as she slammed against the impending climax. Tami mercilessly 'changed gears', redoubling her efforts and pulling Teri past the point-of-no-return, just before she could 'say uncle'. Teri almost burst, stifling her screams, and suppressing her violent tremors, as the powerful climax rolled over her in wave after wave.

"Gotcha!" Tami whispered, her own chest heaving, breath coming in gasps. Pulling her hand away from her victim, she scooted aside a bit and casually smoothed down her own dress.

Somehow, they found their way back to their rooms, Teri in a persistent post-orgasmic haze, and Tami enjoying a bit of a contact high. She had, after all, besides orchestrating the climax, been plenty aroused herself - really, she wouldn't have been very far behind. As much as they both found the activity extremely titillating, they rationalized that it was all just harmless fun - although they had to admit, it was maybe a little bit more than just benign naughtiness.

The sharp arousal of mutual masturbating in public had ignited a jangling nostalgia, leaving Tami, at least, with a dangling semi-satisfaction. She felt she needed a bit more, although she was unsure of what. Certainly, the thrill of illicit fulfillment, combined with the attraction of a wicked satisfaction, and the gratification of sexual release, made for a strong and complex opiate.

In unspoken agreement, they skipped the afternoon session, and retired to Tami's room, ostensibly for recovery, and a drink, and a freshen-up before dinner. "Holy shit!" Teri muttered, still trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah," Tami concurred.

"That was amazing - scary amazing!" She dropped into the chair with a plop.

Tami moved behind her to massage her shoulders. "I guess you took that round, girl."

"Though...," there was a weariness in Teri's voice, still. "Whose really keeping score?"

Tami's hands dropped over the front of Teri's shoulders and came to rest on the mounds of her boobs. "Remember in high-school, discovering each other's bodies?"

"Oh, yeah. Weren't those the days?" Teri reached up and pulled the comforting hands down over her tits and held them there until they began to squeeze and swirl on their own accord. "Weren't those just the days?" she purred.

Their caresses progressed slowly and naturally from there, and they found it easy, in the privacy of Tami's room, to revisit the many ways the used to bring each other off. Almost floating from the chair onto the bed, they shed their clothing along the way. Through gentle caressing and mutual masturbation, they carefully crawled and flowed over the mattress, twisting themselves into various shapes, until they'd eased themselves into classic 'soixante-neuf', and the delight of cunnilingus.

Drawing their tongues through moist, puffy furrows, they gathered nectar, pausing at the edge of the bush to nibble or suck, flick or swirl the tiny boatmen who stood there, erect and eager. Orgasms came and went randomly, in soft and gentle waves, through undulating bodies. Rolling around the bed from time to time, they swapped top and bottom, without loosing purchase on the steamy pussies with their lips.

The rest of the world faded into the background - forgotten for hours - until both Tami and Teri realized they needed to make their regular, evening calls home. After touching base, they ordered and shared a room service snack before falling asleep in one another's arms. It had been a long and busy day.

The morning was only a bit of a scramble - especially for Teri, getting back to her room and changed for the first session of the day. The remainder of the conference was entirely unremarkable. Still, while strictly speaking, nothing truly adulterous occurred over the course of the conference, the duo was glad to have spent some quality time reacquainting themselves with one another's bodies. "Just for old time's sake," they each convinced themselves. The coming together, though, seemed to stoke each of their craving for the thrills they remembered from that distant past. Indeed, the pair of them agreed that they both yearned to experience the naughty-factor full-on, once again. Taking their leave, they coordinated attending the next conference together, as if it was a given - fully, if rather tacitly, aware that playing The Game was a given as well.

The girls corresponded frequently during the intervening months so that their meeting up at the next event was calmer - as if they had seen each other merely weeks earlier, rather than months.

They, each, in their own way, had come up against a wall of guilt erected around their 'proper' selves, and those walls did stand firm, at least, for a while. But their memories and nostalgia gnawed at them, eventually eroding them away. Indeed, anticipation of sexual delight and the thrill of erotic naughtiness finally breeched the walls. Perhaps not surprisingly, they both relented at about the same time, Tentatively, the next round was instituted, right after dinner on that opening night. Beginning with dares like, "I'll bet you can't get him to buy you a drink."

And "I bet you won't neck with him if he offers you a drink."

Then, "I'm betting I can get groped before you."

"In the next hour?"

"Piece o' cake!"

And, eventually, if somewhat sooner than expected, their dares and challenges got, if not fully into, then toe-ing the boundaries of actual adultery. Over the course of the next several meetings, things progressed almost as if they'd been choreographed, each member of the TNT duo trying to get the other to 'tap out' - cry 'enough'; but neither wanted to be the first to blink.

The danger of discovery large, they gradually moved the 'playing area' from the convention hall, out to the wider realm of bars and grills and nightclubs. On a fine, final evening of a meeting, well into The Game, after both having met groping challenges - several times, Teri raised the stakes again. "See that table of guys over there," she asked benignly. "I'll bet you can't get some of their fingers probing your slit sometime tonight - before you or they actually leave!"

Looking at them across the lounge, Tami replied with calm contemplation, "Finger fucked? No problem." She coolly returned her attention to her drink. After long pause, she went on, "...easier than you getting one of their cocks in your hand - cumming!"

Tami contrived to separate one of the gregarious males from his pack, with the ease of a pro, luring him back to a dark booth, with a touchy-feely promise of a good grope. And before long she was playing tonsil hockey with her paramour, palming the front of his pants, while he squeezed her breast with one hand and swept her panties aside with the other, delving into her pussy. The erotic stimulation enveloped Tami quickly, charging her psyche with electric currents and waves of arousal. She began - so quickly, that she surprised even herself - thrusting and tilting her hips to further engage the tantalizing fingertips. Tami voiced her mounting passion, moaning into his mouth, while his fingers, drawing through her weeping slit, pulled her closer and closer to an orgasm.

As her climax overtook her, she threw her arms around her lover's neck, jolting and bucking and pulling her face tight into his shoulder to stifle her desperate gasps and sighs. Enervated Tami excused herself, ostensibly to use the ladies' room, and headed back to her room, leaving her partner feeling frustrated and used, and more than a little pissed off.

Meanwhile, Teri had taken more time to stalk her prey but had got to the meat of the challenge much more quickly. Having accepted his offer of a drink and steered him to a more private table, she had her hand inside his fly and on his stiffening dick almost right away. Kissing and teasing him she steadily stroked him to erection. She even allowed herself to be duly impressed with the size and rigidity of his member. Pausing when the waitress arrived, she toasted her conquest without letting go of him, and resumed jacking him after only a few sips. Teri was turned-on, not so much by the sexual tension she was creating - although that definitely played a part - as by the raw wickedness of the situation.

Teri's relentless manipulations, of course, had the desired effect, and he was soon gasping and announcing in a hissed voice, "Fuck me! Here it comes!" Concerned with the potentially embarrassing mess he was about to make, he was relieved when Teri deftly swept a napkin of the table and managed to catch his spurting issue without dripping any onto his pants. He was further relieved when Teri suggested, while wiping her hands on the tablecloth, that he probably wanted to get back to his colleagues' table.

So they thanked each other, and went their separate ways. Teri was just letting herself into her room when Tami emerged from the elevator. Giggling like schoolgirls with a secret, they disappeared into Teri's room for their lascivious debriefing.

-------- x o x --------

Another evening, another convention, they got on an oral theme. Sitting in the bar, after their home check-in calls, watching the antics of a particularly loud group of guys - looked like a team, or something - Tami suddenly smirked, and said to Teri, "I'll bet I can get one of their cocks to cum in my mouth before bedtime."

"But not in a hotel room - here or elsewhere," Teri insisted, tightening the challenge.

"Okay," Tami agreed, before querying, "What about you?"

"Oh, I think... no, I'm sure... I'll have one of them muff-diving - one of their tongues stroking my pussy before I go to bed."

They finished their drinks before freshening-up - preening in preparation for the hunt. They had, long ago, become skilled predators. They knew exactly what they wanted and how to go after it. While the thrill of the hunt remained, the excitement generated by 'the kill' - what they did with their prey, as it were - was becoming increasingly intense.

That evening, both of them - TNT, the exotic, libidinous duo - ended up in back-seats in parking lots. Tami's felatio was powerful and focused. She had been fishing out his juddering cock before even he had closed the car door, and had him fully engulfed by her third plunge. His insistence mirrored her own. His grabbing hands at her boobs started the ignition sequence of a deep climax, as his proud woodie began to jolt and shudder in her throat. They didn't last long. The violent ejaculation as he pulled her mouth on deep over himself, triggered in Tami, a wonderful, novel orgasm, without any attention to her pussy and her clit. She gulped and swallowed and managed to complete the blowjob spilling nary a drop.

In the meantime, however, the attention Teri was receiving was entirely to her pussy and clit. It was almost like a sixth sense; Teri just knew that the guy she'd snagged was into cunnilingus, and she was right. Pushing her back into the back seat of his up-scale SUV, he had dived beneath her skirt while still dangling his feet out the door. He'd shredded her panties with his teeth, and started munching like a man possessed, like an addict in withdrawal. Voraciously sucking her labia full into his mouth, he waggled his head from side to side, then nodded forcefully, dragging his tongue the length of her pussy, pausing at the top to swirl her clitoris, and at the bottom to swirl her anus. Teri could feel herself swelling to a puffy firmness and dripping with girl juices that flooded with each pass of his tongue. As Teri's orgasm came on like gangbusters, echoing in peak after peak, her licker hummed and slurped in contentment, persevering until Teri's last shiver had passed and she had gone limp.

Glassy-eyed, the girls briefly compared notes at the end of the evening, both feeling excessively mellow. With smiles spread large on their faces, they were in bed asleep earlier than usual.

Inevitably, as The Game proceeded over the months and years, their challenges progressed. Indeed, it was but a small step, actually, from oral sex to copulation. Still, in some ways, that was a line, to be crossed - or not. So, it was quite a watershed moment for each, when, at yet another time, at the beginning of another conference, Teri finally said, "I'll bet you I can get a cock in my cunt before you, this weekend!"

Caught up in the feeling of dirty exhilaration, the import of 'crossing-the-line' seemed to fade. Her pride being the chief motivator, Tami couldn't turn down the challenge. "Not a chance," Tami replied with a, perhaps unwarranted, air of confidence.

Her first extra-marital fuck, the first - as she thought of it - true infidelity, for Tami, was rather anti-climactic, amounting to little more than an anonymous quickie in a stranger's hotel room. Up until now it had all been just fun and games. Now, though, she was no longer a good girl. She had done the dirty deed. She felt conflicted; but not as wracked with guilt as she had expected to be, because, right there, was an irresistible delight in the sparkle of naughty arousal, in the wickedness of it all.

For Teri, being that it was her second go at fornication, the intense 'wham-bam'-flavored energy of it simply filled her with a lascivious glee. It didn't need to be a particularly good fuck. It was more the journey than the destination.

It was all over and done with by early in the evening, and as neither woman had been particularly good a checking her watch, the bet was, over a slow glass of wine, laughingly declared a draw.

-------- x o x --------

TNT managed to attend a few conferences a year over the next few years. They coordinated their business trips as much as they could, and even managed to fake one or two business weekends during the longer dry stretches.

The Game proceeded over that time without much variation in the challenges

"Bet you won't be able to ride his horn before we're done here!" "Look at the mustache on that guy! I doubt you'll ever get a ride on that!" "Wouldn't you love to discover the size of his package?" or simply, "Dare you to get him in bed!"

To which the other responded with a sly grin, "Ahhhh, do I have to fuck him in the bed?"

Still, the challenge list changed slightly and grew slowly over the ensuing meetings. For a while, the hotel room seemed too mundane. The women engaged in many and varied acts of public fucking, fresh air fucking during the late spring and summer months, and into the warmth of early fall. For a period, they took selfies of themselves, in al fresco locations. But sex in risky places - though definitely titillating, was stressful, and, although, stress and arousal often seemed like two sides of the same coin, the stress of outdoor fucking sort of blunted the stimulation that the act itself provided. They decided that keeping the action inside made it more controllable, hence, more enjoyable.