The Hotwife Games Ch. 12

This series has a total of 15 chapters. These last few are being submitted in quick succession. The gist: 'The Hotwife Games' is a series about naughty wives and their husbands participating in a very kinky game-show that tests all their limits. And Rakesh's wife Diana intends to be the naughtiest of them all...

You can jump in right here if you like; each chapter is designed as a semi-contained story. Or, if you are new to the series and want the full experience, you can start with Chapter 1 -- most of the installments are short and brisk, and crammed with sex.

Content warning: hotwifing, swinging, cuckolding, exhibitionism/voyeurism, group sex, and experiments with form. Don't say I didn't warn you :) Genuine feedback, constructive comments, lavish praise, and the inevitable furious crying from the five closet-cuck incels who troll this section are all happily encouraged!

Be warned: If you weren't on board before, you are going to really hate this little chapter :) Just keep in mind: this is a work of fantasy, designed for the dirty-minded...

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CHAPTER 12 - EIGHT DEADLY LETTERS

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Dread swallowed Rakesh.

Dark, abysmal anxiety soaked him down to his toes.

He turned to his wife. Diana's mouth was parted. Her gaze was stuck on the now-empty pool table. Calculations were racing through her mind. Rakesh had just potted both the eight-ball and the white cue ball -- a scratch after the final pot. A fatal error, and one that landed a single thing home with deafening certainty: Gael had just won the game.

Which meant that the movie star had won... Diana?

The young wife's chin tipped upwards. She found Gael's eyes, staring back. They were wide with an all-consuming, fiery hope.

She looked at her husband, who was watching her with devouring trepidation.

The young wife's heart sledgehammered in her chest. Was she really going to follow through with her reckless, insane promise?

Rakesh looked at his wife with dampening eyes. Their watery rims belied the knot forming rapidly in his stomach.

Much as Diana had before the fateful, final game, the perplexed young woman felt her eyes drift back and forth between the two men... Her husband still in all his clothes, his lips parted and quivering with unspoken beseechments; and her ex-lover, nude and carved like a prehistoric god, devouring her essence with his hungry glare...

Both men had already betrayed her, in one sense or another. And of course, she had betrayed both the men.

A decision coalesced inside her head. A test. Yes, she asserted, as a scheme came together: If, at any point, Rakesh would object to what was happening... she would stop all of it.

She found herself walking towards one long end of the billiards table. She found herself moving between the two men.

Fuck. She breathed. She just had to really, really hope Rakesh was going to object...

She leant her body forward, bending her curvaceous, naked torso over the felt. She pushed her ass out behind her, and gazed backwards.

"Take me, Gael."

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Rakesh's heart axel-jumped into his throat. His palms and feet turned clammy. His breaths stopped in his chest.

This was it.

He had lost his wife...

The cuckolded man watched with jellied legs as Gael approached Diana's obscenely presented rear, his rock-hard, enormous cock protruding towards its target.

Gael's own chest thumped intensely. He grasped his formidable member in his fist. He was harder than he'd been in his entire life. He was about to fuck the woman he'd secretly loved for years. The woman he'd never stopped loving.

Diana rotated her shapely ass in the air, tempting him with her seductive curves. Then she confirmed the import of this singular moment, making her husband's heart drop further.

"I'm yours, Gael..." she said, staring back with those stunning, almond-shaped eyes.

Rakesh was about to throw up. Gael moved closer. The throbbing head of his cock brushed against Diana's sex. She was soaking wet.

"You're mine," he grunted, half in disbelief, readying to thrust himself inside his ex's pussy and cement the claim.

And then a voice rang out so loudly it echoed off the high wooden beams.

"Don't!"

Diana and Gael turned to look at Rakesh. Never once had either heard his tone hold such authority and volume. He was practically roaring, the vocals seeming to emanate from the center of the earth and up through his skinny body.

"Don't do it," he said, steadier, with a metallic conviction.

The two lovers paused in their pre-coital positions. Diana's eyebrows shot up at her husband's steadfastness.

He'd done it...

He had done the one thing she'd hoped for.

"Gael won the game," she said softly, after a long pause. Yet her heart was soaring. "I told you those were the rules."

"I don't care," Rakesh nearly spat in response. "I know I wanted to watch you with other men. I know you wanted that, too. But if you go through with this... it'll be the last you ever see of me."

Diana stared. She felt Rakesh's words vibrate down inside her viscera. He was deadly serious.

Bent over, nude, vulnerable, with her moistened sex exposed and parted for the handsome stud behind her, the young woman felt her mouth quiver into a small smile.

Had this been the exact reaction she'd been hoping to elicit all along... from the very beginning of The Hotwife Games?

Through every challenge of those sordid Games, every darkly erotic test she had personally lobbed at Rakesh -- had she merely been waiting for her husband to assert his resolve? Hoping that, at some point, he would stand up, virile and unyielding, and claim her to be all his? And now, finally, at her most compromising moment of unspeakable temptation, here it was...

"I --" The flushed wife choked out the syllable.

For the first time in the long span of the Games, Diana felt totally out of control. Her shapely buttocks tensed in the air as the weight of her future descended over her thoughts.

"Can't --"

But before she could finish, it was Gael who spoke.

"Go."

Diana spun towards him in surprise. Slowly, with sinuous reluctance tensing his every muscle, the movie star released his grip on Diana's waist. She twisted back, shocked. Gael barely looked at her or at Rakesh as he pulled away, his member still hard and shining with Diana's spit.

"Go to him. You two... belong together," he said.

A heavy, melancholic glaze covered his eyes. His buoyant charisma was all but gone as he moved further away and Diana stood up. He turned his muscled back and padded gently away from the couple.

"You deserve to be happy," he said sadly in Diana's direction. "Rakesh can do that for you."

Diana studied him, new moisture pooling in her eyes.

It was a sacrifice. Gael's sacrifice, for her.

She turned to her husband. He studied her with a still-dubious glare.

"What were you going to say?" Rakesh asked. "'I can't...' Can't be with him, or can't stop what you were doing?"

"Can't be with him," Diana said.

With the gentle, measured steps of a small animal, she moved towards her husband.

"I don't want to lose you. I wanted you to stop us..."

Gael kept his eyes facing the picture windows -- kept his gaze on the long, glowing phosphorescence of his lit swimming pool. The aquatic glow danced across his irises.

He dared not look behind him. Dared not even glimpse at Diana and her husband pushing into an embrace, letting their lips lock together, reconnecting as one while all his secret fantasies of their own shared future evaporated like the steam rising from the Arcana hot tub in the shrine of his memory.

Diana kissed Rakesh gently and tentatively. His lips were cold. Slowly, more reachingly, she kissed again. After a pause, he returned it.

Soon the two were making out passionately.

"There are three guest bedrooms in this wing," Gael said, breaking their concentrated tryst. "You can stay at any one. I'll take a boat to the mainland."

He gathered his strewn clothes from the floor, when Rakesh spoke again.

"Wait," Rakesh said.

Still holding Diana's waist in his arms, he turned to the naked actor.

"Where's the master bedroom?"

Gael's brow hardened. Was this a test? Some kind of primal dominance dance, all for the benefit of his wife -- to show that Rakesh would not only accept victory, but cement it by fucking Diana in Gael's master bed?

"I want you to take us there," Rakesh said.

What he said next shocked both the others.

After a beat, he added, "And I want you to be there with us."

Diana's eyes shot wide open. Rakesh turned calmly towards her.

"I'm in charge now."

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Soft lighting fell in amber pools over the colossal second-story bedroom. An expansive view of the dark ocean was visible through a glass wall leading to a wide, sea-facing balcony.

A luxuriant bed faced the vista, centered against the opposite wall. Plush, silk sheets were covered with red rose petals. So was the deep white carpet. The whole room smelt of their sweet, floral aroma.

Clearly, Diana thought as the three entered, Gael had been planning a very romantic evening.

He had planned to fully seduce Diana, driving her to the edge of her lust and her emotions, before executing on his vengeful scheme... the scheme he could no longer go through with.

Her body tingled, half in fear, half in hungry anticipation, as Rakesh surveyed the impressive quarters. Neither Diana nor Gael had any idea what sort of a scheme he was steering towards. Both of them looked at the once-docile banker as he glanced imperiously about the romantic digs.

Diana was looking at her husband differently.

Both the young wife and Gael were clad in new outfits: Diana wore one of Gael's white button-down shirts and a small white thong, with nothing else. Gael had on just a black, masculine G-string that hugged his package tightly.

The change had been Rakesh's idea. He'd quickly panned through Gael's closet, then demanded that they both don these outfits to his taste. Diana was too surprised at the command in her husband's voice to say no.

Rakesh moved to a corner of the room. He grabbed a green arm chair by its frame. He dragged its heavy mass across the carpet, and placed it near the bed, facing towards it.

Rakesh sat down in the chair. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He undid the button on his jeans, then pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear. His cock flopped down between his spread thighs.

Diana watched her husband with parted lips. He turned to looked at the other two.

"What are you waiting for?" Rakesh said.

Gael and Diana stared back at him.

Rakesh's eyes bore a hole through the stunned movie star.

"Fuck. My. Wife."

Seconds drew out in silence. Then Diana sputtered in confusion.

"Ra, I thought... you said..."

"I said I wanted to watch you fuck other men. But I needed to know you wouldn't, if I didn't want that. I needed to know that you wanted me more. Well, this is how I'll find out."

"... baby..."

"I need to know you want me most..." Rakesh said gutturally. "Show me. Show me by fucking him."

The contorted logic mystified Diana. By now, Rakesh had his cock in his hand, and he was nursing it to hardness as he watched Diana wrestle with his edict.

If I fuck Gael -- if I just fuck Gael, not make love to him -- then Rakesh will believe me... Is that it?

It was depraved, deviant, perverse... but then, what part of these fucking Games had not been?

Diana stared at the modest cylinder of her husband's cock, blossoming to hardness in his moving hand. She saw the hot, determined glare in his eyes, pulsing with arousal and a dominant sense of daring that was utterly new in him.

She saw what was happening. She had been testing Rakesh. Now he was testing her. Well, she was going to show him -- and past his aberrant test.

With a thumping chest, she turned slowly to her ex-boyfriend.

Hunger had returned to the superstar's chiseled face. His eyes sparkled and sent shivers down her spine.

If he couldn't have Diana, he thought, at least he could fuck her damn brains out.

Gael stared at her, the ravenous heat of the evening circulating between their bodies. He put his forefinger beneath her chin. He tipped it upwards.

Rakesh watched from across the gargantuan bed as Gael gently and slowly kissed his wife.

The star's cock was hardening in the tight nylon of his G-string, but the kiss was anything but lusty. Rakesh couldn't help but notice just how loving Gaels' kisses were. The husband's hardened dick pulsed in his own palm, angry and turned on by the romantic Frenching.

Diana felt herself melt as Gael took her in his arms. A rush of the familiar mingled with the novel: Gael's lusty scent, his muscular arms, his passionate lips. And, invariably, the thought of her husband, watching from a few feet away...

Gael's hands tore off the white shirt, sending popped buttons flying. He unclasped Diana's bra. He ripped it off and tore open the fabric.

The movie star was now just a bestial force, past logic and calculation. He was no longer playing a secret game or attempting to conceal the magnitude of his lust -- a lust that was past bursting. His rational brain could barely believe what was unfolding. He had dreamed of this moment for years -- fantasized, masturbated, ached for it.

He kneaded his ex's beautiful, naked breasts as they kissed. He fondled her nearly nude ass. Diana pushed herself against him hungrily, fueled by his outsize, animal lust. His rock-hard erection pressed against her belly, and reignited the tingle in her soaked cunt.

Diana pulled off, suddenly, breathing heavily. She couldn't deny the effect Gael was having. She was being swept away.

From the darkness across the bed, Rakesh suddenly spoke.

"Get on your knees," he said. "And suck his cock."

The sexy wife looked at her husband, still ingesting his newly wrought authority. All through the Hotwife Games, it had been her who had held the wheel. Now Rakesh was taking control, and he wanted her to know it.

Diana looked at Gael. She kept her large, pretty eyes fixed on his. Obediently, she lowered down slowly to her knees. She licked her lips and turned to look at her husband.

With burning eyes fixed on her love's, she ran her palms over the massive bulge nearly ripping through the silk fabric of Gael's underwear. She looked back up at her lover.

"You're so hard..." Diana whispered.

With wide eyes, she hooked her fingers into Gael's waistband, then glanced back at her husband.

"Are you sure you want me to do this, baby?" Diana bit her lip.

Rakesh nodded, reasserting his authority. "Yes."

Diana decided that, even if Rakesh was in control here, she could still sure as hell tease her husband.

"If I take his cock out," Diana said softly. "You'll see just how big he is... won't you get jealous?"

Rakesh could only groan in arousal, holding his own member as he watched his slut-wife on her knees. He wasn't going to give in. This was his show.

"I'll take that as a yes..." Diana purred. "I guess I could take this big cock out... Such a big, hard cock... It clearly wants to be naked... and sucked by a slut..."

With that, the young slut eased Gael's G-string over his large, protruding dick. The giant head popped out, followed by the thick shaft. It bobbed into the air and waved in Diana's face.

Finally, she drew the fabric down to reveal his balls, which hung like eggs, full and swollen with cum from Diana's full day of teasing.

"Wow," she gasped. Despite having seen and played with the meaty monster just minutes before in the game room, the sight of a hard cock never got old to Diana. She yanked the underwear down to his feet and he stepped out of them.

Diana looked up at her stunningly handsome ex. She ran her hands over his muscled, ripped abs, then teased her fingers around his back and his firm buttocks. She squeezed his ass lovingly. She dug in her fingernails. Gael shuddered.

"I'm going to suck your cock now," she said.

She was true to her word. In seconds, Gael's gargantuan slab of meat was in her mouth. Diana sucked and licked his cock with a passionate intensity that Rakesh had never seen before.

The cuckolded husband watched jealousy, mere feet from the wicked action. He stroked himself, staring at his wife's cheating blowjob.

For several minutes the slutty wife laved and sucked the humongous dick with her wet, practiced mouth. Occasionally she would glance over at her husband to see if he was enjoying the show, but as she kept sucking she found it harder and harder to keep her eyes off Gael's. The very act of watching her ex groan in rapturous ecstasy was flooding her pussy with wetness.

Gently, Diana moved her mouth up over Gael's cock. She massaged his heavy, dangling balls, and she turned to Rakesh.

"Don't I look pretty with his huge cock in my mouth?" she asked her husband.

"You look like a fucking slut," Rakesh shot back, surprising even himself. Yet his own hard-on was painfully rigid in his grip.

Diana raised her eyebrows, gently kneading the movie star's big balls and making him groan.

"Oh really, baby?" she said, staring at her husband while fondling the heavy sac. "Well, maybe I want to look like a slut... Maybe I want to be a slut. A slut-wife for big cocks..."

She tickled the tip of her ex's dick with her tongue, wiggling it all over.

"You're a whore," Rakesh spat, fondling his own dick faster. "My cheating whore wife..."

Diana stroked Gael's giant rod.

"Aww, is my hubby jealous?" she teased mercilessly. If it was a game of will between their dual tests -- she was going to win. "Jealous that I'm sucking my ex's big, hard cock? Just the way I sucked him off when we were together... Anywhere and everywhere..."

Diana swallowed Gael's cock again. He groaned with fiery pleasure, caressing her hair as he looked down into her beautiful eyes. All those memories were crashing into the present for him -- all the times his beautiful ex sucked his cock, wherever he wanted.

Slowly and achingly, Diana teased his glans with her tongue, then turned back to Rakesh.

Her husband clearly wanted to play. Well, he was going to get a tough game...

"I looove cheating on you," Diana whispered breathily to her husband. She flashed him a viciously sexy grin.

The horny slut looked down at Rakesh's cock as he pathetically flogged it in his hand. She lovingly stroked Gael's massive erection.

"I love it because he's sooo much bigger than you," she teased, drawing a humiliated gasp from Rakesh. "His cock is sooo much bigger than your pathetic little winky... Naughty sluts like me can't stop cheating with big cocks..."

Rakesh moaned with pure anguish. Yet pleasure creeped in, torturing him. Diana grinned back wickedly, nearly naked and stunning in the moonlight as she pleasured her ex.

"I love cock..." she chanted, licking and sucking Gael. "I love big cock... Mmm... I'm a slut for cocks... Cheating slut... Bigger cocks than yours..."

"Fuck!" Rakesh exclaimed, turned on past a point of no return. "You want to fuck his big cock, don't you? You want to fuck him in front of me..."

"Yes," Diana panted honestly. She looked up at Gael. The thong between her legs was utterly flooded with sticky wetness.

"I need to fuck you," Gael groaned. "I need you so fucking bad, Diana."

She clocked the consuming heat in his eyes, felt their boundless sincerity. Of course Gael's lust aroused her... but there was something deeper in his gaze. Something that made her heart flutter in her chest.