The Wife Watching Game

Jen rubbed Keith's cock, outlined in his jeans. He was hard, and big, and as she rubbed him he got even bigger. "Uh, yeah baby, that feels good," he grunted.

Jen was so fascinated by Keith's cock that she didn't notice him unbuttoning her blouse. Suddenly, Keith's calloused hands were on her bare skin. She tried pulling away as Keith cupped her braless tits, but he was too strong. "Oh god," she moaned as he rubbed her hard nipples between his fingers. Seeing how sensitive Jen's nipples were, Keith lowered his head and began sucking them. "Ohhhhh god ... ohhhhh god!" she groaned as waves of pleasure erupted inside her tight body.

Suddenly Jen felt Keith's hands under her skirt. He tugged at her pantyhose. Alarms went off in her head. "He's going to fuck me, right here in the bar!"

"Stop, stop, stop," Jen cried, as she tried to push Keith's hands away. "Stop, or I'll scream." Keith didn't stop. His thumbs were inside her pantyhose, and he had pulled them down to mid-thigh. Jen raised her voice. "STOP STOP I MEAN IT I'LL REALLY SCREAM!"

Hearing Jen's raised voice, Keith finally stopped. Jen quickly pulled up her panties and pantyhose, and buttoned her top. "Come on Jen, I know you want it."

Jen's heart was still beating wildly. "Do you really think I want you to fuck me here?" she said as coldly as she could, considering that she was still panting from his ministrations.

Keith misunderstood her meaning. He smiled and ran his finger along Jen's cheek, down her neck, and then along the neckline of her blouse. Jen shuddered as electric sparks coursed through her body. "Let's get a hotel room," he said. "There's one right across the street."

Jen was surprised at how conflicted she felt at that moment. "No, I've got to go," she managed to say. She felt bad. Keith was horny and aggressive, but she had been a willing participant. Also, he stopped when she said stop. She stretched up on her tip-toes, and kissed Keith gently on his cheek. "I've got to go," she repeated. Then she made her way through the crowd as fast as she could. She needed to get home. She needed her husband to fuck her.

Chapter 4 -- Lunch with Laura

Jen sipped her ice tea. As she waited for her friend Laura to arrive for lunch, her mind re-played the last month. She couldn't believe what she had done -- what she had let guys to do to her -- the last two times they had played the Game. Before, the Game hadn't really been anything more than flirting. But the time before last, she had let a guy almost get under her skirt. The last time, she had passionately made out with a guy, and let him fondle her breasts. Her breasts! Even worst, she had allowed Mike to talk her into going braless, and she had let the guy -- Keith -- get inside her blouse and fondle her naked flesh.

The memory made Jen shuddered. But it was as much from excitement as shame. Here she was, a wife of 10 years, a mother of 2, church going, a typical middle class wife -- but she found it thrilling to kiss another man, and feel a stranger's hands on her body. These thoughts made her feel guilty. But why should she, she thought. Mike was excited by all of this. He had seen mostly everything, and far from being upset, he encouraged her to go further. He was thrilled when she told him Keith had tried to pull down her pantyhose.

Jen was afraid where this all was leading. Mike was pressuring her to go farther and farther in the Game. Did he really want her to fuck another man? Or did it just excite him to say that? She knew, though, it wasn't all Mike's fault. The Game excited her too. But it was scary. She couldn't believe how fast things had gone the last time. One moment, she was dancing with Keith, and the next, he was sucking her nipples and trying to pull down her pantyhose. Jen knew she had come close to getting fucked. Mike knew too, and he was gleeful by the thought. Jen didn't really know how she felt. Her husband was encouraging her to fuck other men. But did he really mean it? Did she want to become an adulteress -- a hot wife? She stirred the lemon in her ice tea, remembering how it felt to cup Keith's crotch. It was so big. And so hard. She shuddered again.

Jen was brought out of her reverie when Laura arrived. "I'm so sorry for being late, traffic was terrible," she said as she slid into her chair. They ordered drinks and chatted about neighborhood gossip, as they munched on breadsticks.

Laura's eyes got wide. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," she said excitedly. "Guess who I saw at the pool yesterday? Rick!" Laura leaned over the table. "Guess what he was wearing?" she said almost whispering.

"What?" Jen said, also leaning conspiratorially over the table.

"That new Speedo bathing suit -- the one that's like a tight boxer. And Jen --" she paused dramatically. "His thing was outlined in the suit."

Jen laughed. "His thing?"

Laura playfully scowled at her friend. "You know what I'm talking about. His penis, his pole, his cock!"

"Not so loud!" Jen warned, looking around to see if anyone had heard.

Laura looked around too. When she was sure no one was listening, she continued. "Jen, he's huge! Rick looked bigger than David, and he wasn't even hard!"

David was Laura's husband. Jen's mind wandered for a moment, thinking about Rick in his Speedos, and then cupping Keith's ...

"Oh my god, do you know what you look like?" Laura said laughing.

"What?" Jen asked confused.

Laura was still laughing. "The breadstick ... it looks like you're sucking --"

"Oh my god," Jen said horrified when she realized what she had been doing. Then she started laughing with her friend.

After a few moments, Jen said tentatively, "So, how big ... um .... how big is David's breadstick?"

They both giggled. "So you'll tell me, if I tell you?" Laura asked slyly.

"Yeah."

Laura looked embarrassed. "Well, David isn't big. I mean, not like Rick." She seemed lost for words. Then she picked up a new breadstick and broke off the top. "About this long," she said.

"Oh," Jen said weakly, looking at Laura's breadstick. It was about 6 inches long.

Laura flushed with embarrassment. "I know he's not that big," she said almost apologetically.

"No, no, it's not that," Jen said quickly.

Laura's eyes grew wide with barely concealed amazement. "Mike is smaller?"

Now it was Jen's turn to flush with embarrassment. "No ... I mean, yes ... a little." Not knowing what else to do, Jen took the breadstick from Laura's hand. She hesitated, and broke off the tip, leaving about 4 inches.

Laura stared at the breadstick. "Well, you know what they say," she finally said, almost looking pityingly at her friend. "It's the technique that counts, not the size."

Chapter 5 -- A Friend's Wedding

Jen felt dazed as she walked through the mall, having parted from Laura about an hour ago. Was Mike smaller than most men? She knew Mike wasn't big -- but the shocked way Laura had looked at her. Jen thought again of that guy in the bar, Keith. And Rick in his Speedos. Even of Laura's husband David. They all seemed so much bigger than Mike.

Size never really mattered to her before. But now ... but now? After playing the Game, and having all these guys hitting on her... A part of her -- a growing part of her -- felt like she was missing something.

She immediately felt guilty. She was married! But then, Mike was encouraging her to have sex with other men. Even pressuring her to do it. She shook her head, not knowing what to do, or what she wanted.

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Jen was fixing her makeup. She and Mike were going to a friend's wedding.

"I bought you a present," Mike said as he walked into their bedroom. He was holding a small box.

Jen smiled, and kissed her husband. "What is it?" she said excitedly as she tore off the ribbon and opened the box. She pushed away the tissue paper, touching something soft and lacy. Inside the box were a lacy white garter belt, and cream stockings. "Oh ... ah ... they're nice."

Mike was beaming. "Why don't you wear them tonight?"

"Well ...." Jen normally wore pantyhose. It's not that she disliked garters and stockings, they were just harder to manage.

"Come on, you'll look great in them."

"Well, okay," Jen agreed, somewhat reluctantly. At least he wasn't asking her to go braless.

On the drive over, and during the wedding ceremony, Mike couldn't keep his hands off Jen's legs, running his fingers over the garter straps. Jen was enjoying all the attention she was getting from her husband. By the time drinks were passed around at the reception, she was in a great mood. Maybe I need to wear a garter belt more often, she thought smiling to herself.

The band started and Mike took Jen out on the dance floor. As they danced, Mike whispered into her ear.

"Those guys can't keep their eyes off you."

"Who?" Jen asked, looking a little shocked.

"To your right."

Jen glanced over, trying not to be obvious. She saw 3 guys she did know ... and Rick. RICK!

"I ... um ... I didn't know Rick and Claire were here."

"They got here late. Rick's been staring at you ever since he got here."

Jen blushed. "You're crazy."

"No, I'm not. You look incredible tonight. And I think you may have flashed your stocking tops a few times. I mean, your dress is short, so when you sit ..."

Jen looked horrified. "No! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Mike laughed. "It's no big deal. Just some harmless flashing. But I think you gave all those guys hard-ons."

Jen blushed again, but this time with a smile.

Mike smiled mischievously. "Why don't you walk around a little?"

Jen was surprised. "By myself? Here?"

"Sure, it's a big house. You could mingle, look around at all the art, while I get a drink and some fresh air."

"You want to play the Game now? With some of our friends here?"

"Sure. That could be exciting, don't you think?"

Jen didn't answer. It was dangerous to play the Game here. What would their friends say? But then, not many of their friends were here. And Rick was here.

Mike took Jen's silence as agreement. He led her back to their table, and then quickly disappeared. Suddenly Jen was left by herself. She stole a quick glance over at Rick's table. All 4 guys were still looking at her! Butterflies started flying through her stomach. She started towards the hall, a little unsteady on her heels due to nerves. Would Rick follow here? And where was Claire?

Jen walked along the hall, pretending to study the art hanging on the walls. Their friends had rented this mansion for their wedding. It was huge, with parlors and ballrooms, long hallways and galleries, all full of art. Jen paused and pretended to study a painting. She sensed that someone was approaching her. She was terrified that it might be Rick. What would she do if he hit on her? She hadn't seen Claire. Could she have gone home, maybe feeling ill?

"Are you an art lover?" Jen heard from behind her. She turned, and saw one of the guys from Rick's table. She was a little disappointed, but mostly relieved.

"Um ... well, I like art, but I don't know much about it."

The man looked delighted. "This mansion has a treasure trove of wonderful art." The man held out his hand. "I'm Vince. Can I give you a tour?"

Jen looked at Vince. He was fair haired and very handsome, in an arrogant preppy sort of way, and stood a head taller than her. He was older, but only by a few years, and looked in great shape.

"Why not?" Jen thought to herself as she took Vince's hand. "So, you've been in this house before?"

"Many times," Vince said. "It's often open to the public for tours of its art."

Vince led Jen from room to room, pointing out particular pieces of interest. As they walked Vince kept re-filling Jen's champagne flute. There seemed to be liquor and chilled wine bottles throughout the house. Jen was soon feeling tipsy, but she kept sipping the champagne. It didn't go unnoticed to her that Vince was taking her deeper into the house, away from the wedding party. But she allowed Vince to lead her away, since they were playing the Game. Jen knew Mike would love it that she allowed a strange man to get her alone away from everyone else.

They entered another room, and Jen heard the door close. She turned around.

"Why'd you close the door?"

Vince was leering at her. He approached, and ran his finger tips along her bare arm. "I think you know why."

Jen tried to back away, but Vince grabbed her arms. "Vince, stop, we can't do this, I'm married."

Vince continued to leer, a smile on his face. "Then why are you here with me, and not your husband?"

Jen knew there were a lot of good reasons, but she didn't say anything. She knew she had invited his advances. That's the whole point of the Game, wasn't it? And the champagne had lessened her inhibitions. So when Vince leaned in and kissed her, she didn't resist.

"You're fucking hot," Vince hissed as he kissed her neck. Jen expected Vince to go for her breasts, but instead his hands went to the hem of her dress. In an instant, Vince pulled Jen's dress up to her waist. Alarmed, Jen tried to push her dress back down. This was going way too fast! Jen and Vince struggled, and they fell backward, onto a sofa, with Jen underneath Vince.

Before Jen could stop him, Vince slid to the floor and pushed Jen's legs apart. With her dress still around her waist, Jen was completely exposed. Vince could see everything. Her panties, garter belt and stockings. No one but her husband had ever seen her so intimately. Jen flushed as Vince leered at her. He ran his hands over her stockinged legs, and then her garter straps. Jen suddenly realized how vulnerable she was. Since she wasn't wearing pantyhose, there was nothing between Vince and her pussy except the thin lacy material of her panties.

Despite herself, Vince's caresses on her legs aroused her. She stifled a moan as he caressed her sensitive, naked thighs above her stocking tops. Vince smiled triumphantly, knowing he was getting to her. His smile grew wider when he looked at her panties. "You're getting wet," he said.

Jen tried to pull away but Vince's hands clutched her thighs. She tried to kick him, but he was so close the best she could do was push her foot against his crotch. To her dismay, instead of hurting him, it turned him on. "Oh yeah Jen, that feels good," he groaned. Vince grabbed her feet and pressed the pointy toes of her heels against his crotch. "That's it, baby, dig into my cock."

Hesitantly, Jen shifted her feet so the stilettos of her heels rubbed against Vince's crotch. He seemed to go wild! "Yeah baby yeah like that." After a few moments of this, Vince seemed to go into a frenzy. He hurriedly tossed off her heels, and pulled his cock out of his pants. He took her stockinged feet in his hands and pressed them tightly around his cock. He moved her feet up and down, forcing Jen to stroke him with her feet. Despite herself, Jen was fascinated, and continued stroking Vince with her feet even after he returned his hands to her thighs. As she fucked him with her feet, Vince ran his hands over Jen's stockinged legs. After a few minutes, Vince began spasming. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he growled. Alarmed, Jen instinctively tried to pull away, but Vince's hands clamped around her feet. He began thrusting between the silky soles of her stocking-clad feet. Suddenly, he let Jen's feet go. He pumped himself twice, and then began shooting thick cum all over Jen's legs.

After he shot the last of his cum on her legs, he collapsed on Jen. He was a big guy so she could barely breath, much less move. She could felt his wet cum seeping into her stockings and touching her skin. She wanted to get away, but he was too big, and his hands were clamped around hers.

Jen tensed when he began kissing her neck. His hand moved to her breast, and he cupped and fondled her. Even though her dress and bra he found her erect nipple, and he rubbed it between his fingers. She cursed herself! She wanted to scream ... but it felt so good!

Vince lowered his head between her legs. He kissed and licked her bare, sensitive inner thighs above her stockings. She braced herself; she knew what was coming next. Though gritted teeth she stifled a moan as Vince flicked his tongue over her panty-clad pussy. He did it again causing her clit to tingle with pleasure. "Please, don't" she begged.

Vince ignored her. With a finger he easily pulled the thin flimsy material of her thong to the side. For a moment he studied her. He smiled approvingly, and slid a finger from her clit to asshole. A moan escaped from Jen's lips. Vince smiled. "Did that feel good?" Jen held her breath. With her dress around her waist, and Vince between her parted legs, she felt helpless.

Vince's eyes went back between her legs, and he ran his finger again along her most intimate parts. "As clean as a baby, I like that," he said admiringly.

Jen flushed with humiliation. She had been a virgin when she married Mike. No one but her husband had ever seen her so exposed. Other than minor teenage petting, no one but Mike had ever touched her pussy. "Please -- I'm married," she begged.

"So am I," Vince said laughing. With Jen's thong still pulled to the side, Vince went down on her. Jen jumped when she felt Vince's tongue on her pussy. She tried again to push him away, but her protests were half-hearted. Her body was so aroused, she found it impossible to resist. She felt waves of pleasure as Vince licked up and down her pussy lips. She didn't want to give Vince the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring her, but she couldn't help it. "Ohhhhh god," she moaned through gritted teeth as Vince's tongue flicked against her clit.

Abruptly Vince rose up. Jen knew what he wanted to do. She looked down and saw he was hard again. His cock was big and thick, and pre-cum oozed from its engorged head. Vince got on top of Jen. She felt his cock touch her pussy lips. "No!" she thought. She had saved herself for marriage. No one but her husband had every been inside her. This can't be happening. IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

Jen pushed hard against Vince's chest. "Please," she begged. Tears were falling down her cheeks. "Please don't do this!"

Vince leered at her. He bent over and cruelly licked the tears from Jen's cheeks. Then he rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down Jen's wet pussy lips. Despite herself Jen shuddered with pleasure. Vince felt Jen quiver and his smile widened. "You're gonna love this bitch!"

Jen felt Vince tense. He was about to fuck her. "Noooo," Jen begged again. "Please. I'm not on birth control."

Vince paused, looking startled. Then, slowly, the smile returned to his face. "This really is my lucky day," he said cruelly.

Vince grabbed Jen's legs and pushed them until they were smashed against her breasts. She was completely exposed to him. He shifted so his cock was pressing against Jen's pussy. Jen felt Vince tense again. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She knew he wasn't going to be gentle, so she steeled herself for the pain she knew would come when he rammed his big thick cock into her ...

"WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Jen and Vince both looked to the side. It was Claire!

"Claire, get lost!" Vince said angrily.

Claire smiled, and then calmly said, "Vince, your wife is looking for you. You better pull you pants up and go find her."

"Fuck!" Vince growled. He looked at Jen beneath him. The hot bitch was primed to be fucked! "Shit!" he growled again as he reluctantly pulled away. He quickly pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. He walked across the room and stopped in front of Claire, glaring at her.

Claire was still smiling, amused by it all. "Don't worry," she said. "I won't tell your wife." Seemingly satisfied, Vince stormed out of the room.

A few minutes passed. Finally, Jen got off the sofa, pushing down her dress. She picked up her heels and started out of the room. She was too ashamed and embarrassed to look at Claire. But Claire gently grabbed her arm as she walked by.