The Hotwife Games Ch. 19

'The Hotwife Games' is a story about naughty wives and their husbands participating in a very kinky game-show. 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 the first chapter. Most of the installments are short, brisk, and crammed with sex.

Content warning: THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREME! It contains group sex, cuckolding, race-play, hotwifing, bi themes, extreme humiliation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, experiments with form, and more. Don't say I didn't warn you. :)

Genuine feedback, constructive comments, lavish praise, and the inevitable furious crying from the five angry closet-cucks who troll this section are all happily encouraged!

Take a deep breath, and remember: This is a work of fantasy, designed for the dirty-minded...

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CHAPTER 19 — ENTER THE DARK (CARCERI D'INVENZIONE)

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BLACK.

HOLD IN THE PITCH BLACK FOR SEVERAL BEATS.

TITLE CARD:

V.

Kevin Monet

in

DAISEY & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

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Kevin's fingers drummed rapidly on his thigh as Jessica and Chris introduced Day 3 of the Hotwife Games.

"Our final hours together are about to get very, very wicked," Jessica said, "With some tasty surprises along the way."

The young professional looked around. The crowded audience around the lawns were awaiting the day ahead with a quiet rumble of excitement.

Nerves surged over Kevin's body. They were leavened by a tinge of anticipation. All of the previous day, Kevin had let Daisey cuckold him to extremes, and she had denied him her pussy all night. He figured the bounteous island would finally provide his chance to fuck someone else — perhaps to even sleep with a glut of beautiful women. His blue balls were growing intense.

Daisey was next to him, studying an unfolded sheaf of paper with keen interest. Kevin looked down at it too. It was the map that the PAs had handed to everyone there, with the sole exception of poor Rakesh.

Daisey traced a finger over the detailed depiction of the island. Each building and feature was conveniently labeled, as well as every path linking the alluring structures together.

"How about that Sapphic Garden?" Kevin asked in a soft voice. He shrugged nonchalantly. "We could start there."

"Hm?"

Daisey seemed distracted. She looked up, and stared hard across the lawns. In the middle of the circled crowd, Chris was busy alliterating on the microphone — but her eyes narrowed in on Rakesh. Their erstwhile competitor seemed to be sweating in his red robe.

The young banker glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

"The Sapphic Garden," Kevin repeated, a little less sure.

The fact was, he'd suggested it because the small legend on the map implied that the garden was a gathering-ground for several beautiful women — and he was desperate to fuck some of them. He caught Daisey's glare, and hastily reshaped his approach.

"Since you're bi, sweetie, I thought you might really enjoy —"

"You thought what?" Daisey snapped, looking at him with disdain. "My identity is not here to please your cisnormative male gaze, Kevin. Honestly, it's an elitist biphobic micro-aggression to even —"

"Okay, okay!" Kevin protested. This was far from the first time Daisey had bitten his head off with a social justice rant. He'd just assumed that maybe all the dick he'd watched her take had softened her up towards him a little. No dice. "I'm sorry, I just —"

"Ugh," she said, displeased. Kevin went quiet. She looked back down at the map.

Her finger slid over the various landmarks. She chewed her lip. She stopped on one in particular.

Slowly, Kevin's pretty young wife looked over at him. Her scowl had morphed into a look of fascination. Her lips were parted, and a little dry.

"I have another plan," Daisey said.

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TIME CUT:

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"So you understand and agree to all the terms?" asked Chloe.

The perky assistant looked keenly at the couple, her pretty smile doing nearly nothing to calm Kevin's nerves. The razor-sharp nib of her Lamy ink-tip hovered in the air above her clipboard. She looked from Daisey to Kevin and back again.

"We do," Daisey said.

Kevin merely grunted. Then he yelped with pain as the tattoo needle carved deeper into his chest.

The pair were seated in parallel chairs, Kevin in his briefs and Daisey in a white bra and panties. Two of the show's employees sat beside each of them, inking permanent tattoos into Kevin's skinny chest and Daisey's firm, slim belly.

Kevin felt a nervous mess. Why the hell had he agreed to this?

The strange, candlelit, dungeonesque room throbbed with disquiet. The conditions Chloe had just read out to them implied nothing but torturous misery for him — now sanctioned by both of their consent.

He couldn't help but feel like Daisey was still being vengeful about him spraying on Diana's face, and thereby making them lose the Hotwife Games.

He couldn't help but know exactly why he had agreed to all of it, too.

It turned him on unbelievably. He was Daisey's cuck.

"Perfect," Chloe said chirpily, signing off on her clipboard. The pair of tattoo artists had just finished up their work. They spread protective films over the freshly inked skin.

"We'll pop these off in a few minutes," one said.

He was interrupted as Chloe cleared her throat, and adopted a ceremonious tone.

"Daisey and Kevin Monet," she said. "Welcome to the Pit of Degradation."

Daisey studied the tattoo on her belly, lightly fingering around the branded flesh. She looked up at Kevin with a grin.

"I like it, baby," she said. She scooted up closer. "And it's the truth."

Daisey kissed her husband deep on the lips. She felt him shiver with nervousness.

She liked that too.

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They entered through the heavy metal door. Kevin glanced around the dark, subterranean room, the growing uncertainty beginning to petrify him.

A gargantuan old organ rose high against one wall of the prison-like chamber, deploying low tones that resonated in his stomach. It was played by a small, reedy man. The man wore an elephant mask.

His eyes traveled over the closest wall and his pulse quickened. A variety of metal tools, toys, and implements — all imparting the menacing sense of arcane torture devices — hung from hooks on the stone surface. Below those tools was another heavy door leading who-knows-where.

Much more to Kevin's concern, the far side of the room was also occupied. The wall was lined with men.

Six sets of eyes stared from behind dark red masquerade masks. The half-dozen men wore small, blood-red thongs that emphasized their meaty bulges. Their built bodies were muscled and chiseled.

And in the pale flicker of the amber candelabras, Kevin noticed that all six men had dark skin.

Daisey was already moving forward as her husband's heart thundered underneath the rumbling organ music. Kevin watched her perfectly shaped, pallid white ass in its black thong, making its way to the men.

The showily liberal couple would never describe themselves as such, but anyone halfway perceptive would have deemed both of them the very word they most dreaded — "racist". Daisey, especially.

And here she is, thought Kevin, about to get railed, used, and degraded by a cabal of dark-skinned, masked men in a dungeon.

Her clit was drenched with her juices.

And Kevin's small white cock was harder than it had been in his life.

Suddenly, someone behind Kevin threw leather straps over his head. He mewled out in shock. The unseen man pulled the straps tight around his face. A ball-gag was stuck in his mouth.

Swiftly, the seventh man moved Kevin towards the other wall. Kevin watched with large, fearful eyes, as the man stripped him of his clothes. He lifted the young professional's arms and fixed his wrists to high clamps. He pulled Kevin's legs apart and knotted his ankles, spread-eagled, to rope ties in the stone.

The dusky man grinned, then slapped Kevin across the face. Kevin yelped into his gag. The man moved off towards his captive's wife.

Stripped, gagged, and tied to the wall, Kevin had no choice but to watch.

Daisey was between the seven men. They moved around her, hungrily pawing her waifish white body.

One of them, a beefy Nigerian man, wrapped his hand around her throat. She gasped, then moaned in arousal.

"Welcome to the Chocolate Factory, bitch," he said.

Her mouth opened wide, but her lips curled into a naughty, intensely turned-on smile. As his fingers gently choked tighter around her neck, his compatriots moved around her. They groped her ass and her tits.

The black man choking her studied the tattoo that had been freshly engraved over her taut belly.

"'Whore For Brown Cock'," he read.

Daisey gasped again as he choked tighter. She felt her pussy drench further, then felt herself completely and utterly cede control.

"Is that true?" he asked.

She searched his eyes through the dark mask. She still couldn't believe that she now had that tattoo permanently etched across her belly. But it was true, and now she was forever branded with the degrading title.

She nodded.

"I'm your whore," she whispered. "All of you. Use my white whore body..."

The man's large, sexy lips were exposed below the mask. He grinned.

The others tore the bra off her body, then roughly ripped at the fabric of her thong. Both fell off in shreds. Daisey was naked.

The man in front of her kissed her on the lips. Then the others drew her down to her knees.

One of the others, a dark-skinned Sri Lankan man, glanced over at Kevin.

The cuck husband had a raging hard erection.

"Who the fuck told you you could get hard, white boy?" demanded the Sri Lankan man.

Kevin moaned around his ball-gag.

"That thing on your chest is true, right?" the man demanded again.

The new tattoo still stung Kevin's sternum, and he looked down involuntarily.

For the rest of his life, Kevin Monet was branded with the words 'Cuckold Bitch'.

It made his little white dick ache with arousal. He looked up. He nodded.

"Then watch your bitch wife suck our cocks."

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Within seconds the men's thongs were tossed in the corner of the room. The organ rumbled as the sounds of pleasured groans ascended to the high ceilings.

Kevin's small erection pointed up at the ceiling, pulsating with excitement.

Daisey sucked the six men's cocks.

They called her every degrading name in the book as they took turns roughly face-fucking her, inches from Kevin's desperate gaze. Occasionally, they would spit on her or slap her. She loved it.

"Dumb white slut..."

"Good-for-nothing racist bitch..."

"Cocksucking married whore..."

Daisey looked over at Kevin as they filled her mouth and hands with their big, dark cocks. Her naked pussy was soaking wet, and she needed it filled up — and stat. But the racist, domineering little slut needed something else too...

Kevin looked on with wide, wary eyes as Daisey looked up between the dark cocks slapping hard against her face. She whispered something to the men, and they looked over at Kevin. They were grinning.

The skinny cuckold shivered in worrisome anticipation. He felt supremely vulnerable with his spread-eagled legs and hard little white cock protruding, so much smaller than the brown monsters his wife was sucking mere yards away.

He watched one of the men move towards the wall of shining implements. Another came towards him, a wide grin spread across his dark face under the rim of the mask. Kevin's heart rattled out loud.

"Time to get off the wall," said the man.

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At least an hour had passed from that moment to the second Rakesh's clammy fingertips pressed against that heavy door, and hesitantly pushed it open.

The nude, already vexed banker hadn't a clue what to expect beyond the metal portal. All he hoped for was a path out of the imposing medieval building.

He opened the door. His brows shot to his hairline.

Sweaty, pulsating bodies were moving in the dull bunker. The stench of sex suffused the room — clearly, a filthy, sexual marathon was underway.

Most of the naked, copulating forms were dark-skinned, masculine, and masked. But situated between their gleaming, ebony muscles were two pallid white bodies with their faces bare. Rakesh recognized them at once.

Daisey was bent over, moaning in ecstasy as three men took turns roughly shoving their cocks into her mouth — three strokes each, and then the next man.

Behind her, a humongous, muscular Nigerian stud worked his beefy cock in and out of her tight asshole. Like the man in front of Daisey, he would pull out every few strokes and let two others take turns sodomizing the petite white slut.

But what really caught Rakesh's eye was the man beneath Daisey.

Kevin was on his back with his legs bent and spread wide in the air. His wrists were clamped to metal rivets on either side of him, and a ball-gag filled his moaning mouth.

A huge, strap-on cock was fastened around Daisey's waist. As she got fucked in the ass from behind, she fucked her husband hard in the ass in front of her.

Ralesh watched in a state of awe as the men slapped and spat on Daisey while they spit-roasted her, yelling obscenities. She moaned in otherworldly pleasure, egging them on, even screaming in delight at the humiliation.

He could have kept watching, half-repulsed and half-riveted — but Rakesh was acutely aware of the swiftly ebbing time. He had only had fifty-eight minutes to find and ejaculate inside Diana. He needed to move on quick.

Fortunately, there was another door on one of the walls. It was just past the sweaty mass of bodies. Rakesh didn't know if it led up out of the dungeon or to another subterranean room, but he knew that, geographically, it pointed in the direction of the office tower outside.

Between the rough nine-way fuck-fest and the loud drone of the organ, the others hadn't noticed Rakesh's entrance. Perfect. Gingerly, the naked contestant made his way around them, staying close to the wall.

"Oh, fuck!!" yelled a tall Indian, buried deep in Daisey's asshole. "I'm gonna cum, you hot white bitch!"

Rakesh pressed his back into the wall and stopped moving. He didn't know what set of terms governed the dank dungeon. For all he knew, they'd pin him to the floor and make him into another participant in the humiliation. He tried to make himself invisible in the darkness. He had to get to that door, soon.

"Yessss," Daisey moaned, as the Indian man sprayed cum into her anus, "Fill my dumb slut asshole! YES!!!"

Rakesh was flabbergasted at the sea change in Daisey's demeanor. The militant, "woke" feminist she had presented herself as on Day 1 of the Games would have thrown a fit to even hear such a thing.

A man in front of Daisey rained hot cum on her face. She captured his dick in her mouth.

Inch by inch, Rakesh side-stepped towards the door.

After the man behind her pulled out of her spunk-filled butt, she followed suit. Daisey gently ejected her strap-on from Kevin's sodomized ass.

It was the biggest dildo Rakesh had ever seen. It hung heavy around her waist, looking like it weighed a ton. Kevin's asshole gaped like a cavern.

"Come here," she said, sitting up.

Now Rakesh could see how much Daisey had been used and abused for her and the men's pleasure. Her face was shiny with cum. Her mascara ran in streaks.

"Mm?" Kevin asked, gagged.

Impatiently, one of the larger men rough-housed Kevin up to his knees. Daisey popped the ball-gag out from his mouth.

She kissed him with a mouth full of warm cum.

Rakesh saw Kevin grimace and remembered the sensation of Diana making him do the same. He couldn't deny that the humiliating theater of it all had made him hard. Still, he continued to step, slowly and surreptitiously, towards the exit... closer... and closer...

What happened next stopped him in his tracks.

One of the men pushed his big dick between the couple's lips. Neither flinched. Rakesh looked on in fascination as both Kevin and Daisey's mouths wrapped around the sides of the invading shaft.

Then Daisey grasped the thick member and pointed it at Kevin's mouth.

"Suck," she said.

Gamely, the thoroughly cuckolded white husband serviced his wife's lover.

It was too much for Rakesh. Diana had humiliated him repeatedly into explosive orgasms, but this was an act he had no intention of ever performing.

The skinny white cuck blew his wife's lover with gamely passion. Daisey grinned at the sight.

"Yes," she growled cruelly. "Suck his big hard black cock for me... my pathetic cuck..."

Things were only to get crazier.

The man who had just spunked in Daisey's ass turned her face towards his softening cock.

"You ready, slut?" he asked.

Her eyes widened. Thrilled, she nodded.

"Are you going to —"

Without answering, the man began to pee in Daisey's mouth.

She squealed as the warm stream hit her pretty face. But she didn't move. Instead, she opened her mouth wide.

"Give it to me," she begged.

The man groaned perversely, emptying his piss into the little white wife's mouth.

Rakesh balked. He wouldn't have thought things would get more extreme, but they did. And the more intense the spectacle, the more his feet seemed to clamp into the floor.

"That's enough sucking," Daisey said to her husband as she was covered in piss.

Like her, the scrawny cuckold had registered the escalating groans coming from the recipient of his blowjob. He obediently pulled the hard slab out of his mouth.

From the way he'd been sucking, it clearly wasn't the first of her bulls' dicks that Daisey had made him swallow that day.

"Bend over," said Daisey.

Rakesh watched in a dread-soaked trance as the skinny white professional turned and got on all fours.

Daisey's golden shower was complete. The naughty feminist hotwife reached out and took the shiny dark member in her hand. She looked up at her masked lover and began to stroke him off. His dick-head bulged inches from Kevin's ass.

"Shoot for me, lover..." she intoned.

Kevin's eyes shot wide as he realized what was about to happen.

"Baby, no!" he protested, his lily-white rump quivering in the air.

"Shut the fuck up!" Daisey yelled. She whacked his ass, hard.

Then, with one hand still jerking her hard lover, she ran her other hand down between her husband's cheeks. She fingered his asshole, eliciting a groan.

"You're gonna take my lover's cum, aren't you, hubby?" she purred.

Kevin groaned out. He nodded as his slut-wife fingered him. He knew he had no choice.

Daisey drew her finger out of his well-fucked ass.

At that instant, her lover moaned out and blasted off in her grasp.

Thick ropes of cum spurted high, then landed wetly in Kevin's spread asshole.

It was the ultimate humiliation.

Daisey laughed cruelly as her hung lover poured thick seed over her thin white husband's bunghole. She felt her pussy thrill at the sight of the hot spunk, pooling between his upturned cheeks.

"Take that cum, my stupid, white, fucking cuckold..." she groaned.

Kevin began to cry. Daisey pushed her finger back into his asshole, finger-fucking the gooey semen into him. She released her lover's cock and began to stroke her husband.

The degraded slut fingered and jacked her husband rapidly. Kevin's cock bucked, and he, too, began to cum.

Perhaps it was the extreme nature of the perverted sight — or perhaps it was the sudden rush of fear that such a challenge was awaiting Rakesh with Diana in the KraftBank room.

But suddenly, Rakesh gave a startled, involuntary gasp.