The Games We Play Ch. 04

The Games We Play, Ch. 4

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This story series involves infidelity, cuckolding, and chastity. Fun themes for some, distasteful for others. If you fall into the second category and still read the story, remember you were warned.

The first three chapters set up the story, and now it is time for Julie, Evan, and Scott to spend six weeks living very different lives. Julie and Evan will be adventurous lovers, while Scott will be experiencing frustration and humiliation.

This chapter, one of many, chronicles the first moments of Julie's and Evan's six weeks together. The chapters that follow will cover the rest of that time, a time destined to filled with numerous twists and turns.

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I arrived at Evan's condo and he was waiting in the doorway. I ran to him like a teenager runs to her first love and threw my arms around him and gave him a passionate kiss. As I broke the kiss, I said, "you are perfect!"

He laughed and said, "and you are evil."

I replied "are you complaining?"

He looked at me with a serious look that was also playful and said, "Not. One. Bit."

He then took me by the waist and brought me into his kitchen. My excitement immediately grew because generally when he grabbed me by the waist like that, it meant he was going to fuck me from behind, while standing up, a position that I've learned to absolutely love, and a position that Evan is a sexual god with. He did position himself behind me and told me to get naked. I wasted no time and started to take my clothes off. As I did, he let his hands roam over my body. His touch was electric. My excitement peaked as he toyed with me and he took the time to disrobe and soon we were a naked couple about to have serious sex.

I knew what he wanted so I put my hands on his counter and spread my legs. I was ready for Evan and it felt so right! I have been ready to be just his for at least a month and this was going to be our first fuck as a full couple. It had me buzzing with excitement. He pressed up against me, reaching his hands around and covering my breasts. He was pinching my nipples and kissing my neck but he wasn't yet entering me. He spoke into my ear, "are you my perfect slut?"

I leaned back against him trying to press my ass against his hard cock and said, "I will be when you put that perfect cock in me."

"Well than, I guess it is time to make you my fuck anytime, anywhere slut. The slut that I alone get to enjoy!" But he was still not entering me. I could feel his hard cock against me, and I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I had just played hard with my husband, leaving him to himself for six weeks and the humiliation I had delivered to my husband had me hyper aroused. I wanted my lover, I wanted him bad!

I scolded "Evan, put your damn cock in my married pussy and fuck me the way only you can!"

He laughed and said, "Ah, there's the slut I know and love! But why don't you have your husband fuck you?"

I knew he was just messing with me, and usually I would banter with him, enjoying a joint session of husband humiliation, but I badly needed Evans's cock right then, right there, so I yelled, "Because his little boy dick is caged up and he is out of my life for six weeks, so quit fucking around and start just fucking me!"

I felt him back away just a bit and I moaned. He was about to fuck me! He reached his hand down to guide himself into my very wet and very excited pussy. He slid his cock deep, and since Evan is 8 inches of pure joy in the cock department, deep is really deep. Not only is his length and girth perfect but he has a large cock head that touches me in places that make the experience exquisite. He held himself fully in me and re-grabbed my breasts and pulled me back against him. When he did that, my back arched, and his cock felt even better inside me. He whispered in my ear for me to do the work.

I needed no other encouragement and I started to bounce myself back on his cock. Almost immediately the pleasures started to overwhelm me and as is often the case, my first orgasm hit long before we were going to finish. Besides having the perfect physical specimen of a cock, Evan has the stamina and the lasting power of a true stud. I was going to orgasm now and I was going to orgasm again and again. That was sex with Evan, and it was why I no longer intended to have sex with my husband. My husband was a normal man, with an average size cock, and average skills. Sex with him was nice because we have been husband and wife for a long time and it meant something for us to make love. But when it came to the actual physical pleasure, it was average at best.

That is why the very first time Evan fucked me I knew I would become his. And I have been his for three months and he has never let me down. As he continued to fuck me I couldn't help but smile at the thought of us having six full weeks where getting naked and fucking in the kitchen could be an every day event. That thought really made me even hornier and I turned back at him and almost growled, "you better fuck me every day because we've got six weeks to wear each other out."

Evan took over the work and started hammering his cock into me and he growled back, "I'm gonna fuck you more than once a day babe, I'm gonna wear you out each and every day."

After he said that, his pace increased even more and I went from my first orgasm to the next level. He knew what he was doing, he knew how I would react to his strength and his aggression and my next orgasm was one of the amazing soul shaking orgasms that he gave me on a regular basis. I remember the very first night he fucked me, I figured such an amazing orgasm must have been a fluke. It wasn't. Evan brings me to this level of pleasure every time he fucks me. It is why I crave his sex and never say no to him.

Evan held nothing back and spoke to me as his slut while hammering his cock into me. I pretty much lost all control and just started screaming and moaning and telling him he was the best fucking lover ever. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't even an exaggeration. Evan was flat out the best sex I've ever had, and I would imagine I ever will have.

He reached around and grabbed me under the chin with one hand while his other hand squeezed my breast in an aggressive and lust filled way. As he did this, he told me that I was a perfect slut. He was mercilessly fucking me now but that is exactly what I wanted and exactly what I needed and exactly why I was going to spend six weeks letting Evan pleasure me in ways my husband never had, and never will.

I yelled back at him, "you can fuck me anytime, anywhere, as many times as you want. I am your slut! Now, cum in me and fully claim my married pussy. You've had it for three months as a part-time thing, come in me and make me your full-time slut."

When Evan and I were fucking like this, I did turn into a slut, all I wanted was his cock and the pleasure he provided and I tended to get nasty and raunchy and would beg him to fuck me harder. I was a different person when his cock unleashed my inner slut. I wanted him to fuck me hard! He never let me down and always brought me to an amazing conclusion. And even though he called me a slut, and we talked harsh and dirty with each other, it was just part of us being in the moment and the reality is one of the best part of our fuck-buddy relationship was that we really did like and respect each other.

Evan continued to pound my grateful pussy and molest my breasts and finally I could feel him tensing and I could feel another orgasm building. He had this sense when he fucked me, he knew when I would cum, and he always timed his finish so that we climaxed together.

I started just repeating the word yes trying to slam myself back onto his cock as hard as I could. I wanted it deeper, I wanted more, I wanted to be his complete and total slut.

Evan groaned and said, "your pussy is mine forever!"

With that, he grabbed me by the hair, slammed himself as deep as he could go and exploded inside of me. I could feel his release and it pushed me over the edge as I came a third time. The third orgasm almost caused me to pass out it was so strong. My whole body shook as he continued to unload deep inside me. He reached his hands around my torso and hugged me as he did short deep thrusts to finish the pleasure for both of us.

He whispered in my ear somewhat tenderly. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever been with." He then pulled himself out of me, grabbed me and spun me around and engaged me in a passionate kiss. We kissed intensely for for five minutes.

When we finally broke the kiss and I reached up and grabbed his cheek and said, "you are the most amazing man I know. And that was, as always, fantastic. How about we walk naked through your condo to your shower, clean ourselves up and go out for dinner as a couple. I am yours for six weeks and I want you to show me off to the world, while I show you off to the world. I want everyone to know that I'm fucking the hottest man in town."

Evan laughed and grabbed my hand and pulled me through his condo, the place where I will be living for the next six weeks, the place where Evan will be enjoying me any time he wants. That was my promise to him when he agreed to be my man for the six weeks my husband is gone. I agreed that I would not say no to him, and that he could enjoy me any and every way he wanted. I was really looking forward to honoring that agreement.

We got into his very nice walk in shower and just let the water wash over us. We didn't speak, we just enjoyed the cascading water and each other's touch. It was nice to feel the strength of his body and to feel completely desired as a woman. I love my husband and looked forward to his return in six weeks, but besides the amazing sex, the other reason Evan was my primary man was because he hadn't relinquished his manhood. My husband easily excepted chastity, enthusiastically allowed me to cuckold him, and has pretty much been my submissive bitch for almost a year now.

It has been fun, and I know when he returns it will be nice to have my pet back, but I am a real woman and a real woman also needs a real man. Although Evan and I sent Scott on his way to Europe feeling like he was going to be abandoned and replaced, that wasn't actually our plan. Evan and I were going to stay a couple, we were going to continue to fuck, we were going to continue to have fun. That was always our plan. We just didn't intend to fall in love, at least not in the traditional sense.

So, we just might have exaggerated the falling in love angle with Scott more than was reality. It was mostly for show and part of the seriously hard game I was playing with my husband. In a certain way, I do already love Evan. I love the way he fucks me. I love the way he makes me feel like a real woman. And he is nice, he is kind, he is funny, and he is the best fitness partner I've ever had. What's not to like about that. And given how great our sex is, it's hard for that like not end up having a love component.

We had decided a month ago that we would have as much fun as we possibly could, and push my husband as hard as we could, but we also realized we had no real desire to become a normal couple. Evan told me that having me was amazing and that most men would take me as theirs and keep me. But Evan admitted he had no desire to be married, had no desire to be with only one woman for the rest of his life. He has always enjoyed his freedom. For lack of a better word, Evan was a playboy. He wasn't a one-woman man. And I was entirely OK with that. In fact, that was part of what made him my perfect lover; he would provide me incredible sex, and help me humiliate my husband, and we could do all of that without the pressure that we would need to truly fall in love and become a traditional couple.

Currently, I am his primary woman, and he is my primary man and we made it clear to my husband that we were going to remain that way, which was true. And we are in love with each other on a certain level. But we have no intention of actually abandoning Scott and loving each other like a true couple. What Evan and I love is the no strings attached way we can fuck and have fun together.

As I cycle through these thoughts, Evan must've been thinking the same, he looked at me and said, "how hard did you hit your poor husband?"

He said it with a smile on his face knowing the answer, but wanting to hear about it anyways. I had discovered a dominant streak in myself and a significant way it played out was how I teased and humiliated my husband. That all sounds so cruel and mean, but it has always been my husband who has craved the humiliation and has requested I do it, and I do it hard. In the end, I learned I liked dishing it out both as my gift to him, but also because it was just plain fun.

The shift towards adding Evan into things directly happened when we were about a month into our new cuckold reality and I was out running errands. Evan texted and asked if I was interested in some afternoon delight. I skipped the errands and was soon straddled over Evan, his cock buried deep inside of me as I slowly fucked myself on that perfect cock while Evan laid back and just enjoyed the view and the pleasure. As this occurred, Scott called and much to Evan's shock, I reached over and answered, and just for fun I put it on speakerphone.

"Hey baby, how are your errands going?" My husband asked.

"Well, I gave up on those. I got a better offer. I am currently at Evan's."

"Oh, excellent. I will let you go then." My husband had immediately started to defer to my relationship with Evan.

"No worries, he is just laying on his back and I am riding his big strong cock! Fuck, he feels good! Oh, and say hello, we are on speaker phone."

There was an awkward pause, then finally my husband said, "hello."

"That is all you have? I thought you loved it when Evan fucked me. I thought you loved being my chastised cuck while Evan handles the manly duties. Your little dick is locked in your cage, your micro cage, and his is hitting me in places you have never even touched. Why don't you thank him for being the lover you can't be. Tell Evan what you tell me about how much you love that I have a real man and you have a cage and denial!"

Evan looked at me like I was going too far. I put my fingers up to my lips, telling him to be quiet.

My husband sighed and moaned at the same time. "Thank you Evan for making Julie so happy. She deserves it and I have never seen her so satisfied. In addition, I do love being her cuckold and the swirl of emotions that go with it. So thanks from both of us."

"That was much better baby! Is your little dick straining against your cage? Because Evan's dick is about to give your wife her first orgasm. Oh fuck, it feels so good. I am cumming, listen to me cum baby! Fuck I love this!"

I then lost my shit and came hard and was animated and loud doing it. I ground myself on Evan and grabbed my tits. An orgasm with Evan was always great, but knowing my husband was listening was a seriously good add-on.

My husband remained silent, but later told me it was incredibly hot to hear just how great Evan made me feel. I started to settle down, and then Evan, who had just been a passenger on this trip, took the wheel and drove my husband's humiliation and drove me towards orgasm number two.

"Hey, it's been fun letting your wife ride my cock, but it is time to roll her over and get down to seriously fucking her. Feel free to listen in, she tends to just babble about how good it feels and begs me to keep going. Which I will. So, time to continue to make your wife my enthusiastic slut. Oh, and she's going stay the night."

As he said this he flipped me onto my back. I shrieked with delight, both from the anticipation of the sex and the expert tease Evan had just given my husband. Then Evan drove his cock into me and fucked my brains out. I babbled, I begged, and I screamed as we climaxed together after 10 solid minutes of Evan hammering my pussy. Scott heard every minute of it.

Finally as we came down from our mutual high, I grabbed my phone and said, "and that is what sex with a real man sounds like!" And then I hung up on my husband. Evan laughed and for the first of many, called me evil. It was a compliment.

I told Evan that Scott loved what just happened and that I was actually pleasuring both my men with my behavior. I told him that he was a great partner in crime. And sure enough when I returned home the next day Scott had cleaned the entire house, did the shopping I never finished, and bought me flowers. He literally got on one knee when I returned and told me that the phone call was amazing and begged me to keep doing those types of things. I sent a photo of the flowers to Evan and jokingly said that my other man bought me flowers to celebrate how great yesterday was. He replied, "Yes, but I gave you more orgasms to celebrate."

I responded, "good point! But I told you including my husband yesterday was something he loved!"

"Hard to understand, but I'll trust you, because that was quite fun!"

"For all of us!"

After that, Evan became my co-conspirator, and ever since, he has enjoyed both helping with and hearing about my husband's humiliation. Evan had admitted to me numerous times that part of the reason that our sex is so great was he couldn't help but be more aroused and more assertive knowing he was fucking another man's wife. And that was enhanced when I included him in my teasing and humiliation of my husband. I have been affectionately called an evil woman by both my lover and my husband, but the reality is I was part of an evil couple. Evan and I were both evil in the way we used our power over Scott. Which is also why Scott liked Evan as my lover almost as much as I did.

"Oh, I played hard. But I also gave him a quick wink as he left to remind him that this is just a game or at least to give them hope that it is just a game. I've said it before, but my husband, in a weird way, is the strongest man I know. And I'm guessing we're going to put that to a serious test over the next six weeks. It's going to be great fun to be together but it's also going to be great fun to totally fuck with him."

Evan laughed, and said, "remind me to never become your husband, because I've seen what you can do!"

I slapped him on his firm chest and said, "I don't want you as my husband, I want you as my lover! I have a husband, what I need from you is your friendship, your cooperation in humiliating my husband, and especially your hot body and perfect cock! My husband takes care of most everything else I need so your job is to fuck me and make me feel alive and sexy. You give me the best sex I've ever had and you do so with true honesty and desire. I want you to keep being exactly who you are!"

I leaned up and kissed him. Then continued with a message more from my heart than my loins.

"If I can be a little bit serious and sentimental, I just want to tell you that I greatly appreciate you, I absolutely desire you, and we weren't lying to my husband when we said we would end up in love, because I think we already are. I know you prefer to just have the relationship we have, which is based off of fun and great sex, but doesn't involve long-term commitment. And that is not only OK, it is also exactly what I want. I want a lover, not another husband. It's weird to be in front of you feeling everything positive about you and our relationship and actually realizing that it all feels better knowing that we are doing this completely freely and completely without the traditional elements of commitment.