The Game - Sequel to The Key

Knocked it out of the park with these latest, Don. Just excellent work. And maybe, just maybe, a little evidence on the side of Briegha and Aidan that they do have good intentions.

Thanks, MrBigCuckold and Mr Fire. Chapter 5 is presently in editing and should be ready soon. Very glad you're enjoying the sequel.

Don

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The Game - Chapter 5

We drive into the city early, both curious and starved for many things. Kate's chosen a black pencil skirt with a single, long slit at the side. Her pert breasts are cradled inside the pristine, fitted white blouse. It's just tight enough over her bust to emphasize her firm, perfectly round breasts. She's left an extra button undone, and I can't keep my eyes off the curves of milky flesh on display at the opening. She let her hair grow longer after we "relocated", and darkened her glossy mane to a very deep mahogany brown. I had assumed the color change was a way to stay anonymous, but let her know how much I loved it. "I suppose it's sexier," she had told me as she studied the change in the mirror. "Lots of men here seem to think so. I may not be the tall, slinky blonde who gets all the obvious attention, but you wouldn't believe the looks I get at the market, even from married men with their wives right there beside them. At first, it was a little unsettling, but now, well, it's become very flattering. And you know how I love to flirt a little...". I knew all too well.

She seems preoccupied, her wide smile never fading.

"Did we upset you?" I asked, after miles of driving in silence.

She looks over at me immediately. There's a little furrow there between her eyes, an attempt at surprise, or maybe genuine denial. I can't read her, and it makes me squirm.

"Why would you think that?" she asks, still staring directly at me.

"You've been quiet," I say, hoping to draw her out.

She smiles at me. "Why would I be upset? I have my own very successful business. I have two handsome men who desperately want to fuck me - one of those a husband I love very much. Learning more about my two men every day is very satisfying though. And now my husband is eagerly taking me to lunch with another man who also loves fucking me. Upset? I'm one of the luckiest women I know."

When Kate stretches her legs, the slit at the side of her skirt rises and yawns open. A hint of the gossamer, black lace of her panties appears where the V parts. I can only imagine what the rest of it is like, what the lace might or might not hide. Her shop is full of seductive lingerie, including nearly transparent lace panties; some are even crotchless, but she's never worn them for me. Would she for Aidan?

We drive on silently. I notice another button has opened down the front of Kate's blouse. Had she done it while my eyes were on the road? Or did the fitted blouse give way over her breasts as the car thumped over a speed bump? The full curves of her breasts and expanse of smooth, exquisite thigh draw my constant attention, and I breeze through a stop sign in the wealthy suburb on the other side of the city. When the police cruiser's blue lights flash in the rearview mirror, my stomach sinks. Maybe I can claim my adorable wife distracted me. The way Kate's dressed, I'm sure he'd believe me.

The young officer isn't impressed with my excuse that I'm new here and a bit lost, and I listen to his litany of reasons why I should be more aware of my surroundings in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I agree, apologize, and wait quietly while he writes the ticket.

"I'm afraid it's my fault, officer," Kate offers, as she peers through my window at him. "I distracted my husband at the wrong moment. We'll be more careful - I promise."

She leans over me as she speaks to him and her blouse falls open, displaying the upper crescents of both breasts as they threaten to escape from the opening. The cop tries to disguise his glances as he writes, but Kate smiles wider and bats her eyes at him. Now he's staring openly at Kate, lowering his gaze to the open V down the front of her blouse. Does she think showing a little skin will make the cop change his mind? Fuck - she looks like she's ready to fuck him to avoid a simple traffic ticket.

My dick thickens a bit. I convince myself he'd fuck her if I wasn't here with her. Maybe he'd meet her for a ***** off-duty and do it in the motel we passed a few miles back - ripping the buttons off her blouse, tearing her lace panties with a single, frenzied tug. Her skirt's pulled up around her waist as she lays back on the bed with her legs spread. She moans as he pushes his huge cock into her in a single thrust. He pumps away, her legs crossed over his back, hands on his ass, pulling him in, burying him to the hilt. He groans as he cums in her. She smiles, mission accomplished. She watches his athletic young body as he dresses, the flaccid but stubbornly thick cock hanging heavily between his legs. "Meat", she thinks, staring at it. "On my platter." She thanks him, and he wants another hookup. "But - my husband," she coos coyly. "I'm maaaarried. Very married. But sweetie, he could learn a few things from you. So, thank you. For everything."

My daydream dissolves and my secret fantasy passes as the cop shoves the ticket through my window. If he only knew. He gives Kate's body another scan, from neck to thigh. He seems frozen there for an instant, not able to look away.

"We're sooo sorry, officer," she oozes, finally. But she doesn't move away from his lustful stare. She takes a deep breath, and her breasts inflate, firm mounds of flesh rising for him to enjoy. He stares. The ticket book in his hand shakes a bit. Time stands still. My dick hardens and I squirm to allow it room in my pants.

"Now, you have a great day, officer," Kate tells him in her sweet, wifey voice.

He comes to his senses, but doesn't offer to take back the ticket. I wonder if he's hard, but I can't see over edge of the car door. He puts away his ticket pad, looks once more into the window at Kate, then glances at me again before marching back to his cruiser. "Lucky guy," he tells me. Grins and shakes his head. Was that a boner in his pants when he turned to leave? He would have fucked her. I know he would have. Would Kate have made it happen? Her nipples are visibly hard as she sits back in her seat. Then her hungry grin at me, knowing exactly what I'm thinking. Fuck, I want her then and there, but I drive on, throbbing.

Not long after, we arrive at the address Aidan forwarded. It's a standalone building amid an outdoor shopping complex. There's a small group waiting outside, but we go in to find Aidan and Breigha. The place is extraordinary. The waitress leads us through a curtained doorway into a second slightly smaller room. It's divided into semi-private carrels that form a maze under a canopy of potted trees and vines. Heavy, translucent shades cover the expanse of windows that line one side of the room. The noon sunlight creates moving shadows through them as people pass on the street. But it's cozy and dark inside. Our table is lit by a hanging lantern that casts a warm, yellow glow over the secluded booth. She brings us menus, and Aidan orders a round of d r i n k s.

"We're so happy you can join us," Breigha tells us. Her smile is warm and genuine, her presence elegant and sensual. I feast my eyes on her dark, golden skin that seems luminescent under the lantern light. She takes Aidan's hand and beams at Kate.

"I hear you've had a very long night, Kate. Have you had a chance to s l e e p?"

Kate briefly sets her eyes on each of us before answering.

"I, um, haven't, yet. The shop's closed tomorrow, so I can catch up then. Mondays are delivery days, but I have all the inventory I need for a while."

"Your shop's so amazing," Breigha says, glancing at Aidan. "He buys me the sexiest things there - he loves surprising me. The lingerie is so elegant, so glamorous. You have such a talent for offering all of it under one roof. I do have to be careful though - Aidan goes a little wild sometimes when I wear what he brings home."

Breigha squeezes Aidan's hand, and he smiles at her, nodding.

"She used to be a model, but now she only models for me," Aidan adds. "But Kate, the sexy clothes you sell flatter you as well - you don't have to be a professional model to show them off in a way that would make any man want you, instantly. Your body's absolutely perfect in the clothes you choose. It sends men this message, that you might just agree to let them have you if they'd only have the balls to ask. You know that, don't you? Is it intentional?"

Kate blushes and gives me a quick glance. I think she's actually embarrassed. After spending the night fucking him? When everyone here at our table knows it? Maybe it's hearing Aidan saying it in public that startles her. But no one's nearby; in fact, except for the four of us, the room where we're seated is empty. Then I remember the waitress closing a folding door across the entrance after she seated us.

"Is this room open to the public?" I ask. Aidan and Breigha look at each other and grin as though it's a secret they share, one they haven't shared with us.

"We should have told you earlier today when we invited you," Breigha says, still smiling. "The restaurant's ours - we own it. We enjoy our privacy now and then while we eat," she grins at Aidan and winks at him, "so we close the room to the public when the restaurant's not too busy. Have you two ever fucked in public? Where others might see or hear you? It's so exciting - so, invigorating..."

Kate and I just shake our heads quietly as though we've never dared, even after the perversions we endured under Charles and Vicktor. Reliving the past could be dangerous, even with our new "friends".

"We find it deliciously kinky. Aidan and I fuck here all the time, during business hours, just out of sight of our customers. On busy days we can hear them in the other dining room, chatting, laughing, the clatter of dishes as they're being served. The possibility of being heard or seen while we're fucking is thrilling."

"But it's more than that," Aidan adds. "It's this feeling of power, of entitlement. It's our business, our property, and we can use it any way we wish - fuck what the public thinks if they find out. It's just one of many businesses we own, so worst case, we shutter it and wait for a new opportunity. As long as it's legal, we don't answer to anyone. Our foundations help fund the university, and we've recently donated a new pediatric wing to the city's most prestigious hospital. We sponsor concerts in the park for just about everyone's tastes, and fund free sports programs for kids. We have the money, so we do whatever we want with it. If some of what we want is a little kinky, it's our business. No one else's. Fuck them."

The waitress returns with our d r i n k s and pauses silently by our booth. She's a stunning Asian girl, tall and slender, with thick, black, silky hair that falls over her shoulders to her waist. I begin to tell her that we haven't had time to look through the menu, but Aidan holds up his hand and stops me. He looks up at the girl with what appears to be a smile of familiarity.

"Nikki, we've invited some new friends to join us today; this is Kate, and her husband, Bill." Nikki glances at us, then returns her attention to Aidan. Was there a hint of predation in her eyes?

"Good friends?" she asks with an amused smile. She's almost too elegant for a girl in her twenties, too poised and beautiful to be a waitress and nothing more. It occurs to me that she's a younger Breigha; the way she carries herself - the long legs and sway of her hips are those of a runway model. And those dark eyes - they pierce through me with a kind of wisdom that surpasses that expected of her age.

"Very good friends," Aidan says. There's something about the way he says "very" that suggests she understands more than we know.

"You can be very comfortable around them, Nikki," Aidan promises. "We've had them for dinner, and they enjoyed everything we offered them. Maybe 'enjoyed' isn't a strong enough word though, is it?" He trades looks at Kate and me, expecting an answer.

Kate blushes, looks down at her lap, but answers him immediately and quietly, "It, isn't, Aidan."

"And last night, when you insisted I stay over at your shop? Does 'enjoyable' describe that as well?" Aidan adds.

Kate glances at me, then returns her stare to her lap, her face now a deep scarlet.

"Oh Kate, you don't need permission from your husband to answer. He knew where I was. He knew what we were doing in that comfy little bed upstairs in your shop. In fact, I suspect he was quite aroused about it when you called him to let him know you wouldn't be coming home. Isn't that right, Billy?"

I'm shaken a bit, surprised that he'd do this in front of one of his staff. But Nikki simply stands by our booth with the same amused smile, as though it's entertainment.

"Oh, Billy, don't be embarrassed," Breigha tells me. "Kate's your QUEEN. Your loving little QUEEN. Aidan finds her so adorable - in fact, we both do. Such a pretty little thing, with a pretty little body that you must be so proud of. You are proud of her, proud of everything about her, aren't you?"

My erection grows instantly as Breigha speaks. I'm so hard I have to squirm in my seat to free it from where it's awkwardly and painfully engorged itself between my legs. I see Nikki looking as I adjust myself - the bulge at the front of my pants is now embarrassingly obvious. Breigha's still waiting for my answer. Nikki raises one eyebrow, still smiling directly at me.

"I'm more than proud of her," I recite, as though I'm programmed to say it. But I know it's true - I'm shamelessly proud of the way she sluts for Aidan. For some reason, I'm almost glad Breigha makes me say it. Suddenly, our booth becomes a confessional. Breigha's stare leads me on - now I want the words to be heard. I want everyone to hear them. I can't stop.

"But tell us, dear Billy," Breigha continues, "why are you 'more than proud' of your beautiful wife? What is it about her that makes you so proud? Please, tell us."

"It's, just, everything," I answer, finally. It comes pouring out of me as Breigha bats her huge, liquid eyes and smiles at me. "She's been through so much and not only survived - she's flourished. Running her own business. How she's changed her looks, her attitude, her..."

When I hesitate, Breigha prompts me. "It's her infinite capacity for sex, too, isn't it, Billy? The kind of sex you can't give her? The kind my husband can, and does? Her craving for it? So relentlessly that it shows, everywhere she goes, every second of the day, to every man who lays eyes on her. Your QUEEN takes what she needs, Billy. And that gets you hard, like you are right now. There, I've said it for you. Just tell us I'm right, Billy."

Kate places her hand lightly on the throbbing bulge at the front of my pants. She raises her eyes to mine, and in them, I see a satisfying recognition of Breigha's powers. Then the faint smile at the corners of her mouth. God, I can't help myself.

"You're right, Breigha," I blurt. I hear my voice echo through the empty room. "I can't stop thinking about it - my Kate, flaunting her body, taking any man she wants. It's become an obsession to see her satisfied, to see and listen to other men make her cum. The thought of losing her devastates me, but imagining the hung men she's always dreamed of owning her while they fuck her is the exception. I lose her to them while they fuck, but she's promised to always come back to me. I have to believe her - I just can't accept the alternative."

Kate leans toward me and plants a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. "You know by now I'll always be with you, Billy. You know I love you. Where else could I find a husband like you? A man who loves me in spite of my, um, 'dreams'."

The room goes quiet for a minute before Aidan finally breaks the silence.

"Now that we understand what you both need, Bill, maybe we can play a little while we're here. Nothing outrageously obscene, so you can lose that worried look on your face. A little fantasy maybe? Something you can take with you when you leave?"

I look around the room. It's still deserted except for the five of us. Nikki stands at our table, towering over us, her sculpted thighs pressed against the edge as she listens. I'm puzzled that she is mostly ignored by everyone, everyone except me. I think I can feel the heat from her body; the sweltering, lightly perfumed air wafting from her lingering presence is intoxicating. Had Aidan summoned some mystical creature, far more exotic than any of my fantasies were able to create? No - she's real; as real as Kate's bare thigh pressed against mine.

Fuck - I'm so hard it's painful. Kate's fingers begin to dance along the fly of my slacks. "Mmmmm," she whispers, just loud enough for all to hear. "I like you like this. Is it me? Or maybe Breigha? Or - Nikki?"

Aidan chuckles. "Nikki does have that effect on men, but no more so than you do, Kate. You share a magical aura that both seduces and entraps men, at your command. Of course, you're both beautiful women, but I think there's also some 'witchcraft' involved, seasoned with just a hint of 'slut' to set the hook. In a certain way, you two could be sisters. You're more alike than anyone would guess. Let's find out, shall we?"

Kate takes another look around the room. It's still empty; the folding door that separates us from the main dining room is still closed. "I've already seduced both men in the room, Aidan," she tells him. "And as much as Billy would love to fuck Nikki, that's not going to happen. So, what are we going to 'find out'?"

Aidan looks up at Nikki and nods once. "Take off your vest, Nikki. Give it to Kate."

The bright red vest is part of Nikki's uniform. It's short and form-fitting, buttoned up the front with her name tag pinned near the open V at the top. She doesn't hesitate or question him, merely unbuttons it, shrugs it off, and hands it to Kate.

"Want to play 'Nikki-2', Kate?" Aidan asks. "Go on, put it on. I think you'd make a great waitress. I'd hire you in a heartbeat."

Kate had put herself through school waitressing. I remember her stories about the long hours on her feet, the impatient customers, and the constant flirtations from men she'd never consider dating, much less fucking. But the tips were always good by the end of her shift, and she confessed that, in a way, she was proud that so many men wanted her. After I begged for more, she admitted that she was smitten by one or two of them, and that she knew she could count on them for sex when she was horny. Those images of my "innocent" Amanda, the college coed, fucking her way through school, stayed with me for years. Now they come flooding back. Will she really do this?

"Please, sweetie? Let me out?" Kate asks. I get up so Kate can slide from her place beside me. She stands beside Nikki with a little smile, looking all of us over, teasing us. She holds the vest up against her chest, grins at Nikki, and asks, "How are the tips today?"

Nikki returns a knowing grin. "They're always good if you know how to play them. And I'm guessing you know exactly how to play them."

As Kate and Nikki stand by our table together, I suddenly notice they're both wearing the same white blouse and black pencil skirt with a long slit at the side. Has Aidan planned this all along, choosing Kate's outfit the night they fucked? This couldn't be a coincidence.

"They do look like twins, don't they, Bill?" Aidan asks me. "I've been buying my staff's work outfits at Kate's shop for some time now. She made the perfect choices when she first modeled them for me. The outfits keep our customers happy, and keep them tipping like there's no tomorrow. I thought you'd like to see her in one of them yourself. Of course, she gladly complied when I suggested it."

Kate and Nikki cant their hips sharply to the right, each placing a hand above the open V at the side of the skirt. Despite the differences in their height, I can see the same aura Aidan had mentioned; it's that of a predator that lures its prey into its lair with a smile and a naked thigh thrust through the open slit of the skirt. But it's their eyes that stun me - eyes so alike, eyes that now promise nothing is too outrageous or obscene. Eyes that promise everything to the right man.

"Why don't you take a few hours of Nikki's shift, Kate," Aidan suggests. "Try on the vest; you can be 'Nikki' as long as you like today. Men seem to love the name, and that alone is great for tips."

Kate puts her arms through the sleeves and shrugs it up over her shoulders. As wary as I am about Aidan's motives, I'm excited to see her ready to serve all kinds of potential customers, at least a few that will notice her body and try their luck. Breigha slides out of her seat and begins to button the front of the vest. Kate's breasts are considerably fuller than Nikki's, and the top buttons are impossible to close. Breigha considers how to compensate, then opens two extra buttons of Kate's blouse. Her breasts are thrust upward into the gaping opening of Kate's blouse and vest, exposing the pale, upper curves just above her nipples. Breigha stands back and inspects her work, nodding. She's made the uniform a corset, featuring Kate's deliciously inviting breasts.

Kate looks down at the extent of her breasts clearly visible above the opening of the vest. "Do you expect me to go out there like this? To actually wait on people?" she asks with obvious reluctance.

"We don't 'expect' you to do it," Breigha tells her. "We're offering you the opportunity to show others what a beautiful body you have. Doesn't it excite you, even a little? Knowing they all want you, yet you have all the power, to accept or refuse their attention? You have total control, Kate. So why not play a little? Why not pretend that you are the waitress here, and that they're absolutely salivating to see more of you? Will you play our game, Kate? Will you dare to play out those inner fantasies that tickle your clit, here, in real life? I think you will. I think you want it more than you're willing to admit. Treat yourself to a little flattery. Make them want what they can't have. And do it with the kind of smile that will haunt them for days."

"Maaaybe, I'll just try it, for a little while," Kate finally agrees. She glances down at me at our table, raises her eyebrows, and tilts her head as if to ask whether I'm okay with it. There's a light in her eyes I recognize all too well. Breigha's plan is now the spark of a fantasy, one where Kate imagines she can have her pick of any of the men here. Or maybe a fantasy where she fucks all of them, each one with a huge cock and the stamina of her Dream Man. I just smile and nod, with a bit of trepidation, and a hard-on.

Breigha goes to work adjusting Kate's outfit. Another button of her blouse comes undone, revealing a deeper cleft between her breasts that shows even more perfectly round, enticing flesh. I imagine Kate's breasts falling out of the top as she leans across a hungry customer's table to serve him. God, she's almost topless now, and I worry a little whether it's too much for a public place. I worry, but I want it. I want them all to feast their eyes on my wife's tits, the tits her last lover bought and paid for. I must be insane. But if I am, Kate is as well. There's no doubt she wants this now, thanks to Breigha.

"Now, just one more slight modification, and we'll send you on your way," Breigha tells her. She uses a knife from the table to carefully lengthen the slit up the side of Kate's skirt. It's completely open to the narrow waistband now, exposing every inch of Kate's thigh and hip.

"Hmmm, I don't think you'll be needing this," Breigha muses as she parts Kate's skirt and hooks her finger under the lacy band of Kate's black panties. She pulls it away from her bare hip, severs it with one quick slice, and watches the wisp of black fall to Kate's feet. "Don't worry - they won't see your pussy unless you want them to. I know our customers; they'll all imagine you're naked under your skirt anyway. Why disappoint them? Now, do a slow turn so I can see our new waitress."

Kate spins slowly as Breigha watches.

"There is one more thing, Kate," Breigha tells her. She retrieves a box from a nearby empty booth and hands it to Kate. Kate opens it and removes a bright red stiletto from the surrounding tissue. It's not just bright red, it's blazing, fire-engine red, polished to a mirror-like finish. Kate freezes and stares at it.

"Aidan was good enough to look for your size in the closet of your little love nest," Breigha continues. "I wasn't sure Nikki's would fit you. All our girls wear them. Try them on, Kate."

These aren't at all like Nikki's. Yes, they're red stilettos, but the heels are at least an inch higher. I remember when Amanda had learned to walk in stilettos - it was one of Nickolas's requirements. She was so clumsy at first, but caught on much more quickly than I'd ever imagined. Still, these are more extreme, and I wonder if she can manage to walk in them without falling. I watch her trade her sensible black heels for the flaming stilettos. I draw a deep halting breath as I see my wife stand tall and proud atop them. Her transformation is even more shocking as she stands before us, my sweet Kate, several inches taller, her leg splayed through the slitted skirt to maintain her balance.

"Let's see you walk - just take a few steps, turn, and come back to me," Breigha orders.

I watch Kate's ass sway a bit more than usual. It's intentional, I think. God, she's really getting into this; she's put herself completely in Breigha's hands. When she turns, I hold my breath as her breasts nearly escape from the vest with each step. She's half waitress, half hooker. Nikki stares as well, wide-eyed, doubtful that Kate would ever appear like this as she serves the same men who ogle and flirt with Nikki daily. I'm sure it's just a game here in our private room, one to see how far we'll go to submit to their control over us.

"Yes, you are quite something, Kate," Breigha tells her cautiously. Her eyes travel slowly over Kate's body, examining every inch of my tantalizing wife. "But try that again, only this time, hold your head higher, shoulders back, as though you're proud of the way you look. Don't be afraid to show off those pretty tits, girl. They should precede you, announce your presence, and quiver just a little with each step to let everyone know they're naked and free inside your blouse. Get their attention. Make them wonder if they're real or not. It doesn't matter that they aren't - if you shake them a little, they won't care. Go on, try it again. Let me see."

Kate turns and walks away from us with her shoulders squared and head held high. My God, she's swaying her hips even more than before; she's doing a hooker-walk, I'm sure to impress Breigha. She stops, then turns suddenly, almost violently, and freezes with the full length of her thigh thrust through the opening in her skirt. Her legs are spread as far as the skirt allows. With the slit now opened to the narrow waistband, Kate's entire thigh, hip, and a narrow portion of her lower belly are laid bare for us. Her pussy is just inside the edge of the opening, and if the skirt was any more forgiving it would be outrageously on display. Kate's hands are on her hips, and she's looking back at us like a hungry predator. Her eyes are wild, and they bore into me with a clear message. I remember seeing the look before, those first few moments when Charles charmed her and summoned her secret need for cock. Big cock. His cock.

"Yes, Kate; you're getting it. But dial down the drama a bit, will you? They're patrons at our restaurant, not horny college boys at a strip club. They'll let you know if they like what they see; you don't have to advertise."

Breigha thinks Kate has taken it too far, performing for her, as though it's a conscious decision to try to please her. But I see something else; Kate is suddenly swept into Breigha's world, one where Kate's fantasies are made real. Kate's not acting; she's given herself over to Breigha, trying her best to negotiate her new stride on the outrageous stilettos, welcoming Breigha's control over her.

But I feel it too. I'm hard here in my seat. My dick throbs and oozes inside my pants. I can feel the cool, wet, secretions soak my underwear, coating my dick as its slippery presence probes for more space to further engorge. Do I want their customers to see Kate's hooker-walk? Do I want the men she serves to stare, to make obscene remarks, to fondle her there in public, to insist she comes home with them to fuck after her shift is over? I'm caught between wanting all of that, and wanting my wife to simply be admired as a beautiful woman, someone's innocent wife married to the love of her life. Breigha's smile finds me, and suddenly I'm filled with images of Kate stripped naked on one of the tables as a line of men forms to fuck her. I can't avoid it, can't unsee it. Breigha's eyes widen, and she forms the words silently with her lips - "your QUEEN". Suddenly, more than anything, I need to watch Kate fuck a man with a cock that makes her scream. I need to give her to those men she waits on. Men so very much unlike me.

"You can control men with those delicious tits, Kate," Breigha continues. "Showing them is one thing, but you must learn to convince men you're genuinely offering them. Yes, it's a tease, but that won't matter to them. The men you wait on will use their imaginations; palming them, pulling your nipples, suckling them - they can't help it. Your tits are objects of their desire, just as you're the woman of their dreams. The t o r t u r e d restraint they use will benefit you in other ways - the absence of complaints in spite of your mistakes or awkwardness, and the kind of tips only a call girl sees. Do everything right, and they'll hand over their souls to you. So, take their souls, Kate. Twist them and play with them to suit your needs. Reach inside, take what you need, then rip it from them. Leave them empty and yet so grateful for what might have been. I believe emptying men is what you do so well, isn't it, Kate? Because you know it's easy, using your pretty legs, perfect ass, and delicious tits to take all of it. It feeds you, Kate. You're hungrier for it than anything you've ever tasted."

Kate listens as if in a trance. Her eyes never leave Breigha's. I watch her breasts swell as her breathing deepens. Deep scarlet nipples escape through the half-opened blouse and vest; they harden before my eyes, angry with desire. Inside, her well-guarded caution is shaken, then chipped away. Breigha's simply flicked it with her finger and shattered it. Kate the slut. Kate the greedy, starved whore, stares back at us.

"Now, do it again, Kate," Breigha insists, "without the drama. Be the slut, Kate. That's what they all want. But don't scare them off with all that aggressiveness. They want you sexy and playful. You're an intelligent woman, so you'll have to lower your IQ a few points for them. Maybe even more than a few. Ditzy and delicious is what gets you tips, not the 'maneater' attitude. Right, Nikki?"

Nikki's been listening quietly, nodding. "The thing is," Nikki adds, as she looks Kate over from head to toe, "she's pretty, and has a good body, but she's kind of, well, I don't know, 'wifey'. Will they really believe she'd put out for them, even if she's dressed like this?"

The connection Nikki makes between innocence and the image of Kate before me amplifies my sense of both desire and sacrifice. Even as Kate promises her loyalty as my partner in a marriage where I've witnessed her provocative seduction and willing s u b m i s s i o n, her flesh now begs to be sampled and consumed by potent men able to make her their own for the time it takes to fill her with cock. The inviting, exposed curves of her breasts and the naked, straining meat of her thighs and calves seem to beg for her body's forfeit to more worthy men. I want the men she'll serve today to stare, fondle, and fuck my exquisite, "innocent" wife. It's disturbing. Upending. I battle the ambivalence, but my dick's still hard. My God, Kate's so close, so exposed, so beautiful. How could they not want her?

"It's something you don't get, Nikki," Breigha tells her. "You aren't married. You have the body and attitude of a fashion model, and honestly, you'll fuck anything on two legs; men see that. You know it's true. What you don't see is the thriving market for the very thing that creates your doubts. You don't understand how the seduction of another man's innocent wife, and her eventual s u b m i s s i o n, gets her suitors as hard as her husband is right now. Men's egos are built of stuff like this. It electrifies them to 'take' another man's wife, use her in ways she'd never allow with her husband, then send her back to him, used and satiated with a new hunger for more of the same. Men find a sense of power in it - the corruption of a loving wife is another notch in their belt. Someday I'm certain it will be a lesson you'll learn yourself."

Now it's Nikkis' turn to withdraw quietly from the conversation. I'm surprised at how abruptly she's taken aback by Breigha's remarks. Her sudden transformation from the unflinching, leggy siren to a shy observer is disorienting, as though I'm in someone else's dream. Then Breigha assures me that I'm not.

"You don't have to show all of your tits, Kate," Breigha continues. "It's how you show them. Let them bounce and sway a little as you approach. It doesn't have to be obscene. Your tits are firm and ample enough to quiver as though they're an invitation, if you'll only allow it, and even take advantage of it. You're the girlfriend these men never had, the girl they'd have given anything to date, but never dared to ask. And yet, you're tight little pussy is their hottest fantasy, their jerkoff dream. They cling to the hope that there's this improbable chance you'll go home with them and let them stick their dicks in you. But you own their dicks, Kate. Their dicks swell and dance to your lead. You're their wet dream, Kate; their QUEEN."

Kate responds by returning her gaze to Breigha, raising her head, and thrusting her breasts forward little by little as she listens. I see Kste lower her hand and rest it on her exposed thigh, then slide it inside the slit in her skirt. She inhales suddenly, sharply; her hand moves gently beneath the skirt.

"Yes, Kate," Breigha tells her. "You control them. They'll do anything for their QUEEN. As much as you may want their cocks, it's the power that feeds you, that nourishes you. Promise them anything, everything, Kate, and leave them nothing but lingering thirst and disappointment. You are living, breathing sex, Kate. Now, go show them, let them see what you are."

Kate looks down at me for a second as if to ask, what? My permission? Whether I'm hard for what Breigha has made her? Or whether I'll still love the slut she sets free at Breigha's command? My erection is killing me, a nagging ache that throbs while I watch and listen. I just nod, once, as Nikki slips in beside me.

Kate stops as she turns to leave. She gives me one of her looks, the one that warns me my dick belongs to her and her alone. "You're not going to cum for her," she says. "I don't care what she does, but you can't cum for anyone but me. You do understand, don't you, Billy. I'm your QUEEN, and you'll do as I say. There's no other way."

I hear her words; they penetrate me and blanket my will to cum. In an instant, Kate's not my wife - she's a seething image of sexual obsession, an object of my most forbidden fantasies. A chill runs through me as I'm severed from any promise of her precious body. She belongs to no one, and everyone - her firm flesh too fiercely inviting for any one man. She tugs at the thread stretched between us; I can feel it unraveling.

"Oh, my dear girl," Breigha interrupts. "Nikki's nothing more than his keeper while you play. There won't be any relief for him while you're gone. She's quite an accomplished tease; in fact, she's a bit of a sadist in the way she consumes men. Given the opportunity, she could edge him for hours. Listening to him beg for his orgasm is music to her ears, right Nikki?"

A knowing smile appears on Nikki's face. "I like to think it's what I do best," she answers. "Men like Billy here are just a n i m a l s, always in heat, ready to stick it anywhere they can. It's not that I don't like a worthy cock, but making its owner behave is special to me. If his cock obeys, then he does as well. I'll take good care of Billy's little thing here, Kate. He might be even more obedient when I give him back to you."

Nikki has my dick out before I know it. I feel her hand on it as I stare at Kate, transfixed by her serious warning. There's nothing I can do now. I'm a prisoner, of Kate's warning, of Breigha's irresistible control, and Nikki's practiced hand. I try with every means I have to resist, but despite my desperate attempts, I raise my hips with a subtle thrust as Nikki plays with me. I shiver as I submit to her, and Kate sees every second of it.

"Remember who and what you are now, girl," Breigha reminds her when she sees Kate frown. "You still own him. Yes, even the thing in Nikki's hand that's been such a disappointment to you. You know so much more is out there for you, everywhere you look. So leave him to us; go show everyone who and what you are. He'll suffer while you play; nothing more, I promise."

Kate's frown melts. It becomes a dreamy look - a smile, eyes wide with possibilities, lips moistened by the tip of her tongue as she takes one last glance at the head of my engorged dick, oozing just above Nikki's fist. She simply turns and leaves us to take Nikki's place. I shudder when I see how exposed she is from Breigha's handiwork; the opening at the side of her skirt yawns to display her bare leg and hip. It flares just enough to show a brief glimpse of her pussy, half-hidden in shadow, a potential offering to the man she decides deserves it. I'm completely awed by the sight of her as she strolls into the restaurant on the red stilettos - is she the predator or the prey? She doesn't turn again to look back at me.

Nikki's an expert at edging me, as I'm sure Breigha knows. It's the t o r t u r e Breigha promised; my disk throbs in her hands, but she knows when to decimate each oncoming orgasm. To make matters worse, Breigha and Aidan compare notes on how easy my wife has been to own.

"She just fell into my hands, Breigha," Aidan tells her. "You should have seen the look she gave me in the shop that day - she was gagging to be fucked, fucked by a cock she couldn't get at home. You know how I love it when I see a pretty, neglected wife's pent-up cravings erupt when the right opportunity arrives. Kate begged for it, with her eyes, with her body. I didn't even have to try - she just melted into my hands."

"I know exactly what you like, Aidan. Fortunately, they often have a husband I can play with as well. I think a wife like Kate lets him know he's not enough a little at a time over the years. A husband like Billy begins to reshape his feelings of inadequacy into fantasies of what the men she dreams of might do to satisfy her. He becomes a voyeur instead of a potent, gifted lover. Isn't that right, Billy? Watching other men fuck your wife is better than doing it yourself, right?"

I'm gasping, struggling for some kind of relief as Nikki's silent promise to let me cum evaporates once again at the last moment. I can barely hear Breigha's question; I'm drowning in nervous urgency.

"I'm right, Billy. You know I am," Breigh assures me with her sultry, intoxicating voice. "You're hard while your pretty little wife is trolling for cock out there in the light of day, pretending to be our waitress. If every man out there put her on her back and took turns with her, you'd cum in seconds as you watched. Imagine her there squirming and moaning under them, not caring at all who might see her - just out-of-her-mind hungry for the kinds of men that get her wet. Can you hear her voice, Billy? Her sweet little cries at first, then the shrieks of joy when their fat cocks pry her open and slide inside her? You'd cum then, wouldn't you, Billy? You'd give anything to cum now just imagining it."

It's coaxed out of me like a ruined orgasm - my s u b m i s s i o n, my guilty confession, my surrender once again to Breigha's manipulative control over me.

"Yes!" I cry out. "I want it! I want them to fuck her! I want her to cum with them, all of them! And I want to cum watching it! They can have her, use her body - just please! Please let me cum! I promise you can do whatever you want with us. I can't take any more - Nikki, please let me cum? Please? I'll do anything, Breigha - just tell to her do it!"

Breigha simply smiles at me, reaches over the table, and lightly traces a line over my cheek with a single, long finger. It's agony, and I gasp when I feel her touch.

"We accept your offer, of course, Billy. We have such delicious plans for you and your hungry little wife. But this isn't a negotiation - we make the rules. Kate will have the cocks she dreams of, in ways you can't yet imagine. We'll let you watch, of course. But watching Kate behave like an uncaring slut can be so painful after you cum. The shame, the regret, the jealousy - it will all come flooding over you then, and that would be such a disappointment to us, and Kate. Your frustration is what fuels you, Billy. It drives you to let them have her, to give her up to them. Sex with you doesn't satisfy her, Billy. You know that, and Kate would agree. But you're still interesting to us as a husband who is perpetually willing to surrender his pride and his pretty wife for those few final seconds of your own selfish relief."

Breigha's voice, her every word, penetrates me, flows through me, resurrecting images of Kate moaning under Charles, Vicente, and Nickolas. Kate as their slut, their property, their plaything. I imagine her eyes peering into mine as they fuck her, her silent message to me that she wants every inch of them, inches I can never offer her. Each time I thrust my hips, Nikki grasps my erection and follows with a firm, steady pull upward. She holds me there off my seat, the root of my dick straining, suspending me in mid-air. But her grasp lasts only seconds; she releases me and I fall back, desperate for another of her touches.

"Nikki will never let you cum," Breigha promises. "So try to enjoy your empty urges, and the image of Kate as our cock-hungry waitress. So many men out there are ready to take her. And a special few know the satisfaction of a pretty wife's s u b m i s s i o n as her husband has to stand aside and allow it. They all want to fuck her, Billy. And the deserving ones know her desperate, neglected little pussy aches for it."


*****

Kate's quiet during our drive home. She keeps her face turned away from me, her gaze fixed on the passing cars and pedestrians. I wonder why she hadn't rebuttoned her blouse after shrugging off the red vest and returning it to Nikki. Her breasts are more exposed without the vest, and she makes no attempt to hide the soft, white expanse of thigh that glares at me through the yawning slit down the side of her skirt. She's calm and relaxed; there's no sign of any interaction with her customers, no residual excitement or embarrassment. It's hard to keep my eyes on the road. She's devastatingly beautiful here beside me. I can't stop imagining how many men must have wanted her today.

"You waitressed before, didn't you? A long time ago?" I ask, finally. It seems strange, struggling to break the ice with my own wife. Still, I can't help wondering about her short time as Nikki's substitute. I feel my dick twitch as I imagine her strutting in her present state before random men who see her as an available commodity. Had they stared at her name tag and memorized it? The "boys" who lacked the confidence and the reserved married men, helplessly infected with thoughts of intimacies that would never materialize? A shiver runs through me when I imagine how they must have wanted her, how their cocks would swell a little when they looked down her blouse as she leaned over them to deliver their meals. Had she "offered" her breasts and nipples to them, pretending it was simply an innocent, careless accident? Their breath would catch for a second, their cocks would stir, and maybe, one of the fearless hung ones would offer to fuck her, or at least ask how much she charged. I wonder what her price might be.

She turns immediately to look at me. A sudden smile appears as though she had been daydreaming.

"For a while in college," she answers, grins, then looks away again. "I thought I told you. It was the hangout on campus. My financial aid didn't come through one semester, and I needed the money. It was my fault - I missed the deadline to apply. I didn't mind, really. There were only a few things on the menu, so it was easy to memorize. I had just turned twenty-one, so I was one of the few who could serve beer. That meant I served a lot of it, to d r u n k e n frat boys. I learned how to fend them off after a while, but there were one or two..."

"That you didn't try to 'fend off'?"

She turns to me again with a look that borders on frightening wildness. "Does that upset you, or excite you, Billy?"

I hadn't heard that thing in her voice since Charles had snaked his way into our lives; that tone laced with both arousal and amusement.

"I guess a little of both, Kate. Was it often?"

The grin stays - her eyes bore into me. "I wasn't a virgin when you met me, remember? It wasn't that often. I don't remember how many there were. Enough to let me know a lot of guys wanted to fuck me if I'd let them. And that I could choose. There was more than one. I didn't keep track. Would you have wanted me to?"

I'm flooded with images of Kate, dressed just as she is in her seat beside me, using her body to extract tips from her horny students back then. Leaning over them to show her tits. Exaggerating the wave of her hips like an obscene promise as she strolls from their table. I'm lost in thoughts of wishing I had been there to watch my future wife troll for cock without a hint of shame. Her ass, her legs, making them drool. Which of her admirers would she have invited inside her? How would he have seduced her?

"Well, would you?" she asks again. She's grinning again, set on prying an answer from me.

"Um, to keep track of how many? Or to fuck all of them?" I say, absently recovering from my daydream.

Her grin never leaves as she leans close to me, whispering. "Mmmm, I could have, you know. Fucked all of them. Maybe there were so many that I can't remember how many. I do know that my husband gets hard thinking of me as a slut back then; how I was so curious about their cocks, the shapes and sizes and how they might feel inside me. All those stories he invents about "innocent" little me before we met. He gets hard wondering which ones are true, don't you?"

It's uncanny how she can read my mind. She dips into it like it's her superpower, embellishing my fears and fantasies with words calculated to lead me down her intended path. I'm conscious of it, but helpless to resist being led. It's become so arousing that I just go with it.

"So, did today bring back memories of those college days? Maybe you imagined letting some guy you waited on today fuck you?"

"It was entirely different today, sweetie. We've been through so much; I've come so far, as a wife, and as a woman. Back then it was just pretty boys that tempted me. The sex back then was exciting, and I was always flattered when a guy thought I was hot. But there was always something missing. I never 'loved' any of them, so when we married, I hoped that one missing piece would finally be there for me. I suppose you've discovered by now that, although your love makes me feel safe, content, and fulfilled during the day, there's still this dark craving that our sex together doesn't satisfy."

"I've been all too aware of that," I admitted, "ever since I saw your reaction to those men who were able to have you submit to them at first sight. That first time Charles took you there in his office while I watched was a kind of awakening for me. I never knew you needed more from sex. You never told me. The sight of his cock was so intimidating, but his shocking ability to make you a slave to it, and your eager s u b m i s s i o n to him said everything you had been afraid to confess. After that, your appetite for men like him made it clear. I couldn't change what I was born with, and I couldn't bear losing you, so something in me turned my reluctant concession into this strange, voyeuristic obsession. It was so puzzling at first. But watching you with them, seeing you take them inside you so eagerly - the sounds you made were never like the ones you made with me. Your orgasms were delirious, raging, greedy fits of indulgence. You let them have you, even welcomed the opportunity to have them strip your innocence from you. I'd see the first tremors in your belly, then watch as a building storm of convulsions swept through you. You only gasped a little when we fucked. You howled and begged for more with them. It didn't take long for me to understand why you liked them. I know I'll never be what they are for you."

Kate's easy smile melts a bit as I talk. Her hand goes still in my lap, tightening lovingly around my erection. I glance down again at the soft, pale flesh exposed through the opening of her skirt. The firm lines of her thigh rise in inviting definition as she leans toward me. It's a perfect leg. I follow the lines of her body for brief seconds as I drive, and think of her perfect ass, belly, and breasts half-hidden beneath the scanty outfit. Then it's my wife's perfect face that makes my pulse jump, her wide eyes locked on me as she waits patiently for my confession to end.

"And yet, you know, and you don't know, Billy," she says, finally. "Yes, there are men who are blessed with the girth and length you aren't able to give me. I love how they fill me, possess me. It became addictive after I met Charles and the others. But a more-than-generous penis attached to them isn't everything, Billy. Is it a necessity? Not always, but it's certainly a welcome sign that the sex won't be disappointing."

"You mean, like with me, I guess," I concede.

"I wish you wouldn't put words in my mouth, Billy. Let me finish before your imagination takes you down the wrong path. You're my husband, and I love you dearly. I chose you as my husband, and that should tell you you've seduced the real "me" inside this body more thoroughly than any other man has. You saved me, Billy, first from my frustrated innocence, and then from my flagrant excesses. None of these other men stayed or cared for me. You freed me from a future of surrendering the convenient use of my body for Charles' narcissistic greed, and likely a prison sentence for carrying out his agenda."

Kate's attempt to offer at least some kind of solace settles me, even brightens me a little. Painting me as her savior falls short though. It was Kate who decided to stay with me. Yes, men of wealth and power used her, but it was clear that she could have easily been a rare catch for such a man with more kind and considerate intentions. Still, I know my future with her will always be one of dangerous temptations - for Kate and myself. Would I lose her the next time a hung, powerful man set his sights on her as his perfect mate?

"I see now that it was partially ambition, but these other men, they're all so impossibly huge compared to me," I confessed. "I know it began with Charles the instant you saw his cock. But even now, I'm haunted by thoughts that it's something you crave, the thing you look for in a man that I can't give you."

"Think back, Billy, about all the men who have had me. These are men of wealth and power. These men are confident, maybe even a little too arrogant; it's the way they talk, the way they walk, and the way they look at me the instant we meet. They just assume they can have me. They don't care that I'm married. They don't care that I might play the faithful wife when they tell me they want to fuck me. They don't want a girlfriend. They simply want to use my body. They see through me, and they can see through you too. They know at first glance that I'm easily taken and used. And you know why? Because it's always been that way. My deep, dark, secret sex fantasy is to submit to men like them. It's smoldered inside me for as long as I can remember. I don't know why, or how my fantasies began, but when I saw you get off on them too, that opened the door to every filthy, degrading, act I dream about, but only with men who know how to make my fantasies real. Men who aren't afraid to take me from you, fuck me, fill me with their cum, and then send me back to you with smug memories of making your 'innocent' wife their slut for a few hours. They don't care that either of us might object or resist; they have this innate sense that you'll give me up to them and that I'll betray my husband for a man who can satisfy my inner demons. They're powerfully built, fearless, and hung. That's what I can't resist."

She pauses, as though she's studying me, assessing my response. The wildness in her eyes softens, signaling an understanding of everything that haunts me.

"Billy, not one of these men wants me for his wife, or even his girlfriend. They see me as an attractive object, to fuck. And honestly, that's exactly what I see in them as well. The only thing. I want to be used by them. To be taken and satisfied, just for the moment. They're my fantasy fuck. And then I'm yours again. Always yours."

She edges close to me as I drive, her hand busy in my lap, her lips now close to my ear.

"Today, when I served all those boys and men with my tits and legs exposed? I 'delivered' what they ordered and promised them just a little more. Were you hard thinking of me that way? Would you have liked it, sweetie, if your wife fucked her customers for tips?" she whispers. "Because there was this very gorgeous, persistent man who made it very, very clear that he'd give me everything I need - and I was wet for him, so wet. If he had ordered me to fuck him, then and there on the table in front of everyone, I'm not sure I could have refused..."

This just gets better and better, Don. Thank you and merry Christmas.

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Thanks again, Mr Fire and ted. Here's Chapter 6 of The Game.



The Game - Chapter 6

It had been only a few days after Kate played "waitress" in Breigha's and Aidan's restaurant. Kate called me from the shop late Saturday afternoon to tell me Breigha had stopped by to invite us to a party that night.

"So, Breigha stopped by, without Aidan?" I asked.

"I was surprised too," she told me, "but now and then she drops by to pick something special to wear for him - something sexy to surprise him. She has a taste for, well, these expensive leather outfits I order from this supplier of BDSM-related items. In fact, she was the one who recommended the supplier, so I've set up a small display of their corsets, bustiers, boots, and leather paraphernalia in one corner of the back display room. I never guessed the stuff would sell so well, but after she suggested I carry their line, I have to reorder constantly. I'm pretty sure some of her friends have similar tastes - business has never been better."

"I guess I'm even more surprised that Aidan likes that kind of thing," I said. "I can't imagine him as the submissive type. He definitely wasn't like that with you, was he?"

"Oh, sweetie, definitely not!" I could feel her grin at the other end of our call. "But I'm not sure it's all about Aidan. I know you think he seduced me, but I had just as much to do with that. I do think the real dominant one is Breigha. Yes, he likes to play the Alpha male to the hilt, but I'm guessing she's more discreet about her kinks, and more sophisticated when it comes to revealing her darker side."

"Darker side?"

"You don't see it because all you see is her tits, Billy. Think about who orchestrated everything at their restaurant. Whose idea was it to have me waitress and dress me as a hooker while I did it? It was all Breigha - Aidan merely sat there and watched. And Nikki? She was Breigha's 'accomplice', not Aidan's. You can look all you want, but Breigha's never going to let you fuck her. She's not interested in you as a lover; she's interested in winning you over, twisting your fantasies to accommodate hers, then denying you the very satisfaction she 'promises'.

"I recognize the 'sadist' in her all too well. Remember who I was when I was with Charles, or Victor? The difference is that I was weak, too susceptible to the fantasies they pushed, eager to please them at any cost. They worked me, Billy, turned me inside out. When they broke me, I confessed fantasies I never dared tell you, and they made all of them real - the attention of wealthy, powerful, hung men so unlike you - the kind of men I secretly dreamed might fuck me the way I needed it. In time, greed seduced us both, Billy; we would both have done anything for more wealth and Charles's empty promises.

"But it comes naturally to Breigha. She thrives on conquest. The s u b m i s s i o n of others feeds her appetite for control and power. I'm sure men don't see it until it's too late - I've seen the way you look at her, and how she returns looks filled with those same empty promises."

My first thought was that Kate was a bit jealous. Breigha was an exotic, beautiful, and formidable woman whose latent sexuality was tantalizingly apparent, but restrained as though it could be unleashed irresistibly at any second should the need arise. But when Kate mentioned Charles and Victor, I recognized it as a warning about our past and how we came to be here. I took the warning about Breigha to heart, but would Kate do the same with Aidan? It didn't seem likely.

"I'll be careful, Kate," I promised. "I'm not exactly in her league anyway - far from it. I'm sure you don't think I'm in Aidan's either, do you?"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds before she answered. "I know what you want me to say, Billy. I mean, to get you hard, right? We'll see him tonight, Billy. The man who's fucked your wife, more than once. And yes, in bed, you're not in his league. You know you aren't. He 'handles' me, Billy. His cock makes me cum so many times in a single night. And I know you love hearing that. But I always come home to you, and you get what's left of me. I love giving you that. So, what time will you pick me up? Breigha wants us there at seven o'clock."

The lightness in her voice when she first called had become more serious. She was no longer teasing; she was burrowing her way inside me, massaging my fantasies, preparing me for the night ahead, and it was working.

"I'll be there an hour before that. Want me to bring you something to wear? It isn't formal, is it? They know some important people."

"It's not formal, sweetie. And I have plenty of nice things to wear here at the shop."

"You mean 'sexy' things."

"Well, now I have to compete with Breigha. You'll find out when you get here. Let me surprise you."


****


Kate had made me feel regrettably underdressed when I arrived at the shop in my kakis and open-collar, freshly pressed shirt. She smiled at me in the mirror as she put in her remaining earring, a gold hoop that was just a bit larger than I would have guessed she considered "tasteful". The dress was midnight black, cut in a deep, open V in the front, with a flared, dancing hem that barely reached her mid-thigh. I couldn't decide whether it was a sexy party dress worn by a woman trolling for sex, or something more formal. That it kept me guessing made it even sexier.

"I can see your panties through that. Did you know that?" I asked, afraid she picked something off the rack and hadn't looked closely enough to see how the light behind her made the lower portion almost transparent. When she turned toward me I saw what she wore was more of a G-string than panties.

"You can't say I didn't warn you," she answered with an I-told-you-so grin. "You're the one who mentioned the 'sexy things' I have to choose from here."

"And the shoes - the red heels again? The ones from the restaurant?"

"I thought you liked them; all the other men did. I know it's edging close to 'slutty', but at the last minute, for some reason, I felt like pushing the look. Besides, I like teasing you a little when we're out - you know that."

She had moved closer to me, her breasts pressed against my shirt, her hands on my chest, smoothing the front of my shirt gently with her palm. She was gazing up at me, her eyes so wide and glassy, the smell of her freshly washed hair enveloping me. Her last word, "Billy", was more of a seductive gust of breath than a sound.

"I'm sure Aidan will love the way you look, right down to your sexy red shoes and G-string," I assured her, smiling. "You know he'll want to fuck you; you don't have to try so hard. The way you look, all the men there will want you. You may have to fend off packs of them all night. You're not trying to make him jealous, are you?"

"He's not the jealous type, Billy, just like you aren't. But maybe he'll have some competition tonight. In fact, I'm sure of it. Just as sure as I am that you'll love showing them they might have your wife if they're determined to fuck me while my husband's nearby. It's our fantasy, isn't it, Billy? One we both might want to happen?"

I couldn't help staring into the open V down the front of her dress where her luscious breasts threatened to escape at any second. She was right; deep in my gut, in my groin and balls, I wanted men to see what I saw. I envisioned their hands inside the dress, pulling it over her shoulders and down along her belly and legs. They'd pull the G-string aside, too impatient to rip it off her, then easily glide their thick cocks up inside her slippery wetness. I wanted to hear her moan, then cum, all while while her shining eyes were locked on mine. Then I'd see the words form silently on her lips - "This is what we both want, isn't it, Billy?"

"I can't imagine them wanting you more than I do right now, Kate. In that dress, you could probably have any man you want. Knowing that is enough to get me hard no matter what happens tonight. I'm always proud that my sexy wife gets so much attention. I just wish I could read their minds while they hit on you."

"Oh sweetie, you know what they're thinking, and what they want. They don't care that I'm married, or that my husband is there with me. They just want to fuck me. Now, if you could read my mind, you'd know which ones I'd gladly spread my legs for. But I think surprising you is always so much hotter, don't you?"

I followed her to the car, taking in the image before me, the cute, round little ass and pretty legs atop those flaming red stilettos. The G-string shows through the dress now and then if she steps into the right light.

While I drove, Kate inspected her hair and makeup in the visor mirror. The dress rose along her thighs, and when she caught me looking, she leaned toward me and stretched her legs to bare more of them, teasing me with her best seductive grin.

"Are you worried or excited?" she asked. "I can't tell tonight. Tell me now, sweetie, before it's too late. I promise I won't disappoint you."

When the front of her dress fell open, I could see her engorged nipple just inside. I could tell she had expectations of her own, maybe much more perverse than mine. What had they talked about when Breigha delivered the party invitation in person? I sensed there were things Kate wasn't telling me, and that worried me. Breigha could be so "persuasive", and her agenda so ambiguous.

Kate's hand moved slowly along my thigh, finally coming to rest on the fly of my slacks. Her fingers went to work, and it wasn't long until I was hard for her.

"I don't think you're worried at all, Billy," she whispered breathlessly, close to my ear.

My mind suddenly flashed another image, one of Kate in her heels, on a dark street corner, as a light rain turns the dress into a sagging black sheath over her shivering body. A silver limo stops, and a hand reaches out to her with a wad of folded bills. The passenger door opens, she climbs inside, and minutes later the sopping remnant of her dress is tossed out onto the glistening, rain-soaked street. "Anything you want, all night, if you can pay," I hear her tell him, just before the window slowly rises and the car disappears into a sudden downpour. "That's the real Kate," Breigha whispers like a phantom in the darkness. "Gifted men, men blessed with the size and stamina she dreams of, men who will pay whatever she asks. Yes, Yes - you crave her body just as they do, don't you? If only you could pay her price..."


****


Breigha had taken such care in attaching it. The downward tension she applied to my scrotum began so softly, pleasantly. She lingered there, her thumb and forefinger circled just above my balls, patiently stretching the sensitive glands downward between my legs, then forward, away from my body. A nagging ache began as she increased the tension, slowly, almost imperceptibly, imprisoning my balls in her firm grasp. Without any sign or warning, she slipped a loop of leather over my dick and slid it down to the root, then wrapped the connected miniature two-inch leather corset about my scrotum with her long, clutching fingers. As she wove the front opening closed with a short length of supple lacing, my balls were f o r c e d lower, bulging at the bottom of the leather sleeve. Then, after a seductive glance, she began to caress the head of my dick, circling and tugging lightly with her long, graceful, dancing fingers. My growing erection tensioned the leather harness upward, snugging my balls forward. The ache persisted, but lessened gradually as she played with me. Still, a bit of the deep ache remained; I was sure it was meant as an intentional reminder of my expected s u b m i s s i o n.

Then, the same blue, flashing light, held at eye level beside her ravishing face. "I know what you're thinking, Billy," she murmured seductively as she lifted my imprisoned testicles carefully, inspecting them. "How will you avoid painful contact with our stirring crowd of guests now that these are thrust forward, putting the sensitive little treasures in harm's way? The answer is, I expect you to learn to enjoy a bit of discomfort and embarrassment. In fact, it will make you even harder, and keep you hard; the sting of embarrassment and the ache when a passerby nudges them will be a reminder to you. It's such a powerful position for a woman, owning her man's balls and making sure everyone sees it. Can you imagine how wet Kate will be? And making Kate wet warms your heart, doesn't it?"

Her voice spawned a luxurious compulsion, swimming relentlessly in my head. It flowed through me, awakening an irresistible urge to answer, agree, and obey. My angst and embarrassment collapsed and simmered beneath the words I willingly used to answer.

"It does. It always has - making her wet, making her happy. Knowing she can get the kind of sex she needs from other men whenever she wants it. So many men want her...and if I show them, then give her to them..."

"Yes, Billy. I'm so glad that you understand it so well, all of it. Kate needs to see that you're offering your genitals as a vulnerable sacrifice. It's everything you want for her - happiness, confidence, satisfaction, and a glorious sex life that men unlike you can provide. You'll be her companion tonight as she meets man after man who can offer what you can't. They'll understand that you're more like a pet than a potent lover - one who will sacrifice his manhood to ensure his precious wife is well-fucked. She'll flirt with them, Billy, and encourage them to grope her pretty little body. Your meager genitals will tell these men everything, and will give them tacit permission to use her body in ways you can't. You won't have to say a word, but they'll know you want them to fuck her. This, and only this, is your mission tonight. Now, tell me you accept it, willingly."

There was something in her voice that sucked the fear of abandonment from me. As the last worrisome hint of it slipped away, the memory of Kate sinking slowly onto Aidan's immense cock filled me with intense joy: the look in her eyes, the arch of her back, the first gasp between parted lips that had lingered against mine so often since our wedding day. I wanted it more than anything - seeing her delicious body displayed naked before them, their eyes taking in every inch of her, their hands exploring Kate's soft, yielding flesh, strong hands parting her legs as she willingly welcomes them inside her slick pussy. Her perfect body would be a precious gift to the men she'd meet tonight. And if my display of sacrifice might enable it, I'd accept my part, gladly; I'd even encourage it, crave it. Surrendering her to the thickest, longest cock she could find became everything to me.

"I do," I recited in a detached monotone. "I want it. To make her another man's trophy. A man who can make her happy when he fucks her. I want him to see me and know why she wants him. My mission - yes, it's my mission."

"Oh, I know you want it, Billy. You want all of it more than anything. But what if you fail her? What if you fail to show everyone exactly what you are, what you most desire? What if you let your delicious slut of a wife down? We can't have that now, can we?"

My heart sank as her mesmerizing words penetrated me. The room seemed to grow darker, more ominous. How could I let my beautiful wife down? It would be so wrong. Kate would be so disappointed with me.

"Oh, you look so forlorn, sweetie," Breigha said before I had a chance to answer. "It's written all over your face. You're such a good husband to her. Such a compliant companion. But I can help, as I'm always happy to do. I've made this useful beverage for both of you to enjoy. You'll find it very tasty; it's fruity and a bit tart. Don't worry - it won't get you d r u n k. But it will inspire you, invigorate you, and it will keep you hard and throbbing for hours - maybe harder than you've ever been, all for your sweet slut of a wife's pleasure and amusement. When Aidan offered it to her just a while ago, she gulped it like it was the nectar of the gods. She'll be so uncontrollably hungry for cock, and so proud of you there by her side, encouraging her to find what she needs. You, in your little harness, so openly apologetic about your obvious shortcomings compared to the men who are waiting to meet her. Even at your best, they'll recognize Kate's neglect and her shameless appetite for real men."

Her cocktail delivered a rush of elation within minutes, beating back the anxiety of appearing before her guests as Kate's husband sporting an uncontrollable erection.

"I won't disappoint her," I recited, so certain Kate would be proud of me for welcoming Breigha's instructions. I longed to see my sweet Kate's eyes brighten, her pink tongue flick over those moist, inviting lips, and her perfect breasts swell with pride when Breigha delivered me to her.

I remember Breigha's satisfied smile as I answered. I remember the instant she clipped the short leash to the D-ring attached to the leather sheath that pulled my balls upward and outward, separating them from my body as though they were offered up for the taking. I was hard - so painfully hard. Filled with thoughts of showing Kate, showing them, my ultimate sacrifice. When she led me from the room where she prepared me, the angst and embarrassment had melted away. My only thoughts were of Kate, writhing and moaning as her choice of the most disserving cock in the room sinks deeply inside her.


****

Kate and I were somehow separated upon our arrival. We were there beside each other, waiting patiently just inside the front door, and then she seemed to have vanished. Breigha found me seconds later, alone and a bit bewildered, and ushered me upstairs to one of the private sitting rooms. I remembered staring as I followed Breigha up the stairs in her white, floor-length, translucent sheath of a dress. Most of the back was seductively absent and exposed the upper curves of her ass as though it invited my stare. She was a true goddess, her immaculate body floating along the curved stairway as though she might be a ghost that had haunted the house since its inception. She closed the door, undressed me, dressed me again in the shrunken T-shirt, and then attached the bits of leather that became my harness and leash. The implication of the juvenile-sized shirt was warily disconcerting, but the act of binding my genitals sent a sterner message, that I was to be seen as something other than Kate's rightful husband, more of a companion much less worthy of her than the men she was likely to meet that night.

"I've been looking for you, Billy," Kate tells me as she appears beside me at the foot of the stairs where Breigha has left me on my own before disappearing back into the crowd of guests in the all-too-familiar adjoining parlor.

"Where were you?" Kate asks. She seems changed, her bright, shining eyes now filled with anxious impatience. I have to remind myself that this luscious creature is my wife. I can't take my eyes off her.

"I, um, was with Breigha. She wanted me to wear this," I nodded down at my harness. "I guess the leash is for you."

Kate takes the end of the leather cord and inspects the wrist strap. "So, I'm supposed to take it and, well, lead you around like my pet?" She's grinning at me, as though it's a promising idea. "It looks a little painful though, as though it would only take a slight tug, and - ". I flinch when she tests it; she's grinning again at my reaction. "Better be a good boy tonight then," she warns. How can her smile be both flirtatious and reptilian at the same time?

"It's Breigha's work," I tell her. "Just like the T-shirt. God, everyone's wearing one, and nothing else. We might as well all be naked. At least we're masked."

The mask Breigha had insisted I wear is bright yellow, and covers enough of my face that no one would likely recognize me. I frowned when I saw the outrageously exaggerated, black eyelashes painted above and below the openings for my eyes. The thing was frighteningly androgynous, almost feminine in the way it projected the wearer's identity. By contrast, Kate's is made of bright red lace that exposes glimpses of skin through strands of scarlet filigree. Large, dark, false eyelashes are glued to hers; they extend outward over the surface of her mask adding an ultra-feminine, lifelike dimension to it. The border of scarlet feathers surrounding her mask flutters suggestively as she walks with me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask hesitantly as she pauses to search the room.

Kate's top, like mine, fits like a second skin, and ends well above her navel. It's bright red with delicate, thread-like spaghetti straps that look like they may disintegrate with a single touch. The material is translucent and flaunts the mouthwatering details of her breasts and nipples beneath the clingy surface. She's naked below it, except for the all-too-familiar shining red stilettos.

"So, tell me - where were you while I was waiting?" I ask. "I've been trying to find a quiet place to hide myself for the past twenty minutes."

"With Aidan, she answers, with a warm smile. "And no, we didn't fuck. He wanted a few minutes alone with me. We just talked; he did most of it. I really like him. And it's not just the sex - I love that too. And I know he loved helping me strip and pry myself into this top. But tonight, there was something in his voice that was so adoring, so warm and comforting. I think he was concerned that I might be embarrassed, about, well, all the 'exposure' in front of these strangers. I did feel shamefully naked at first when he told me I'd have to let others see me like this. He kept complimenting me on how sexy I looked in it, how my body would be irresistible to any man who might see me like this, and that I should be proud to show it off. There was something else about his voice tonight; it was deeper, darker, and at times the sound of it seemed to sweep the two of us away together to an unworldly place of our own - just Aidan and me together without any awareness of you, Breigha, or the others here. He didn't even touch me, but for some reason, the longer we stayed there, the more excited I became. It just felt 'right' - to be here, dressed, or undressed, any way he wants me.

"Yeah, well, Breigha and I had our own little talk, mostly about how I should sacrifice everything to keep you 'happy'. And by 'happy', she meant well-fucked, by anyone but me. I have to say, she is astonishing at delivering her point. It never takes much convincing to get me to agree with her, as uncomfortable as it may be sometimes. She seems to have no confidence at all that I'll ever satisfy you in bed. It's surprising how easily she reads me, and then somehow makes her ridicule not just tolerable, but strangely arousing."

"Let me guess," Kate adds. "There was a flickering, blue light involved? And after that, you lost track of time? But you only remember the things she wanted you to recall - like you wanting me to fuck other men. You do remember the last time we were here, Billy. You just accused Aidan of using it to fuck me when we first met."

"It's - as though I dreamed it, Kate. I remember looking into it, and then we were on our way home. So, do you know what she did to me? Was I h y p n o t i z e d?"

"We both were, sweetie - except I was immune to at least some of it. Maybe it's because you're more susceptible to the flirtations of a beautiful woman." Her grin and a light tug on my leash lets me know she's teasing me.

"Okay, but what about you and your talk just now with Aidan?"

"That was different, Billy. He only wanted to see me undress and squeeze into this top he gave me. I thought he wanted to fuck me, but he didn't. His voice was a little different, and his eyes were darker than usual as he stared at me. I guess he was more 'commanding' than I'm used to. He's usually so laid back, so easygoing. But he didn't h y p n o t i z e me - he doesn't need that little blue light to fuck me. He's already had me. He knows how much I want it."

"And you don't remember what he was like when you first met him? When he came into your shop and you wanted to fuck him at first glance? Or just maybe, he's the one who seduced you with his 'dark eyes and commanding voice'? Recall a flickering blue light back then that made you lower your panties for him?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Billy. I told you I'm immune to that. I'd have remembered it. It didn't take a blue flicker to make me want to fuck him. He looked me over as we talked, and I may have flashed a little cleavage to keep him looking. I liked him. Then I wanted him. And I let him know."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself," I reminded her.

"I am. I see lots of men I think about fucking, Billy. You know that - my Dream Men? But he seemed to come right out of one of those dreams. It was just - everything about him..."

"His 'commanding voice', and 'dark eyes'? Do you remember that from when you first met him? Those first few seconds when he entered your shop?"

Kate freezes as though she's trying to remember; she doesn't answer. Without looking at me, she gives my leash a tentative tug. "Come on, my pet," she says, now eager to change the subject. She looks at me again with a wide grin. "I kind of like showing everyone my husband's hard for me - even better, that I own every bit of what's between his legs. I just hope we're not the only ones wearing nothing but these silly shirts."

Kate weaves me through the small crowd of couples and very large, well-muscled men. I can't take my eyes off her round little ass as it sways atop the familiar red stilettos. I'm a little shocked that she's able to navigate as if she's had more practice than I'm aware of. The leash is only two feet long, and it tugs at my genitals each time she avoids a collision with another party guest. She's looking for something, someone, I'm sure, in a room full of masked, half-naked strangers.

At least I'm not the only one wearing only a tight-fitting shirt. There's so much pussy and cock on display; couples like us wearing matching T-shirts and nothing else mingle and chat with men so obviously selected for their confident good looks and appearance of seething potency. I'm not a puny guy, but the unaccompanied men's shirts are stretched to nearly bursting over their muscular torsos. A few have arms, shoulders, and chests that have already begun to tear apart the seams that simply can't contain their intimidating physiques.

If only it was just the embarrassment of showing my dick. But I'm wearing Breigha's harness; it keeps me throbbing hard in a room full of exposed penises that lie innocently flaccid between the men's legs. I can't help stealing a glance at the other husbands' dicks. Most are merely jiggling a bit as the men are led by their wives, hand-in-hand, from one stud to another. I can tell this isn't a new experience for them; each couple seems to be familiar with the informal introduction to the wife's potential selection while the husbands forgo their erections until she makes her choice.

The Bulls' cocks swing freely, naturally thick and long, displayed by their beefy owners with arrogant pride. It's no surprise that the overly endowed men wear shirts emblazoned with a single bold initial above an icon of a rearing, erect, snorting bull. Kate looks as well, but more openly, pausing now and then to admire the view between their legs, then pulls me along again to her intended destination. She doesn't seem to hear me grunt now and then when she suddenly changes course and the leash tightens the harness around my balls.

Breigha's stern voice echoes in my head then, and I don't complain about the discomfort. An overwhelming rush of willing sacrifice washes over me. My vulnerability becomes a gift to Kate. My dick trussed in the constricting leather sleeve, my balls f o r c e d upward and forward ahead of me as the leash's tension becomes constant - every second I'm displayed like this makes me harder, as though I'm proud to show my genitals belong to Kate, and that she controls them at will. Still, she acts as though leading me by my leash is a thoughtless act, my genitals now a mere handle used to tow me along on her quest. I should be embarrassed, humiliated. But instead, my erection is raging as Breigha's voice remains a whispering ghost in my head.

Gabriel's a formidable man, with broad shoulders, and thick, meaty thighs. Kate recognizes him immediately behind his horned mask and approaches with a relieved "thank-God-I-found-you" smile. Her last few steps are hurried and impatient, and I fear the leash might injure me when it suddenly tightens.

I stare. He's a head taller than I, with flawless chocolate skin and black, beaded dreadlocks that fall loosely to his shoulders. I watch his outstretched hand cup Kate's chin, raising it so he can peer into her expectant eyes. The muscles along his arm rise into thick, deeply furrowed masses with such little effort, and I can't help but imagine how he'd use Kate's body until exhaustion collapses her into a gasping, shuddering heap. My impression is that she'd surrender everything to him, every last shred of willing flesh. "Defending" her would be out of the question; in fact, I doubt she'd ever forgive me for it.

"We meet again," he tells her. "I knew we would."

"Aidan promised me you'd be here," Kate gushes while running her eyes over his body. I can't blame her for stopping her gaze at his cock - I'm shaken by the size of it.

He glances over at me while he caresses her face with his paw. She's transfixed there, so at ease in his hands.

"Your husband?"

"Yes." She glances over at me, then looks back at him, nodding reluctantly like a blushing bride.

I see him look down at my erection in its captive harness, then back into Kate's eyes again. I'm embarrassed by his assessment of me. More than embarrassed - suddenly I want to be anywhere else.

"Yes, I thought so," he says, still inspecting me. "I'm Gabriel. Kate and I met at the restaurant. But I'm sure she's told you."

"She hasn't said much. But I can tell she's been looking for someone tonight. I guess you're that someone."

"Kate..." he says as he turns his attention back to her. "...you said you'd tell him all about us. Have you?"

He extends his hand and moves the backs of his fingers lightly along her belly where the tiny shirt exposes bare skin. She inhales suddenly, deeply, her rising breasts a magnificent display beneath the thin fabric.

"There, wasn't much to tell, Gabriel..." she answers. Kate exhales and trembles as he continues to trail his fingers back and forth, sweeping his touch farther down, beyond her navel. "...but he knows why we're here. It isn't our first visit. Aidan and I..."

"Yes, yes - Aidan's told me so much I feel I know you - you, and your husband."

He glances briefly again at my harnessed erection and smiles at me. "She is quite a prize, Billy, such an alluring, openly eager wife. Men must try their luck with her every day, with every opportunity that arises, even with this ring on her finger. I'm sure you share their thirst for her; but over time, try as you might, I suspect you can't quite manage to complete her as a woman. So tell me, are you certain you're up to playing The Game? Some husbands cower and agree at first, yet there is a point where you may find she's a changed woman, one who freely seeks out and consumes what you can't provide. Be honest with me, Billy. Do thoughts of her as a ravenous whore excite you? Are you willing to stand aside while I fuck her like she's mine?"

His voice is laced with precision, and flows effortlessly with an eloquence that surprises me. There's a hint of an accent, but I can't place it. British? Jamaican? But it's ephemeral, probably a part of his deep past. It's far from threatening - appealing, actually. But is he dangerous in other ways? Is the allure of Kate's attraction to him more than just physical, surpassing any of the Dream Men she's described to me? Might he try to win her body and allegiance? And then her mind as well? Might she give everything she is to him?

"He'll play along; agree to whatever you want. I think you can see that," Kate assures him in her softest, most submissive voice.

"I do see. That he's not enough for you, or you wouldn't be here," he tells her.

Kate glances over at me and smiles - it's a teasing but hungry smile that makes my gut churn.

"Sometimes he is...but much of the time he isn't enough."

"So, what do you do when he isn't?" he asks.

"There are other men," she tells him. "Some like you. Well, not 'quite' like you."

Kate emphasizes "quite" as though she's begging for him. I can see she's completely taken by the man's body and the deep, commanding tone of his voice. "He already has her," I think to myself. "My beautiful, half-naked wife will do anything for him." I'm afraid my dick might explode. A thin string of precum appears, dangles from the end of my dick, and inches slowly toward the floor. How can the compulsion to give Kate to him be so urgent? Other men have owned her. It almost destroyed us. She was their whore; man after man remade her in his personal image of his ideal plaything - a f l e s h - a n d - b l o o d receptacle for his darkest, twisted fetishes. And yet - imagining her taken in Gabriel's arms like a fragile doll, then pried open and impaled by his immense cock, has me fighting for breath as my pre-cum flows steadily to the floor. I shiver as I prepare myself to see him deliver what Kate begs for.

Gabriel sighs and glances at me again, taking in my sticky admission that I concede his every word is true. I cringe a little; Kate's immediate attraction to this stranger is much like the first time she welcomed Charles's hands on her there in his office. She doesn't take her eyes off him. The encasing top molds her breasts tightly, as though they might burst through the delicate fabric with her next deep breath. She hides nothing from him. I see her nipples engorge and reach out to him; I wonder if she'll cum the instant he touches them.

"So, he's ready to play our little game? He'll give you to any man you want? That's not something I would do, not if you were my woman. If you were my woman, you'd never want another man. He's never jealous?"

"Rarely. He's not - like that," Kate assures him. She shifts her eyes to the side for a second where I stand; they're wild and accusing.

"How sad. Why do you keep him then?"

"He's - my husband. I love him. But he can't fuck me the way I need to be fucked. And he, um, can't put a baby in me. His sperm..."

Her words are a punch to my gut. I know she craves things I can't give her, but hearing her say it to this intimidating stranger shakes me to my core. Is it a true admission that she's never been satisfied with me in her bed, or is it part of her s u b m i s s i o n, a thoughtless, selfish attempt to encourage him?

"How do you need to be fucked?" he asks.

Kate pauses as she chooses the right words for her confession. God, she's lowering her eyes, inspecting his body as she thinks. She stops at his cock and keeps her eyes there. It thickens a bit as she waits. Fuck, he's huge. She seems so small there in front of him, so fragile. So available. I try to compose myself as I'm stung by brief seconds of an impending sense of loss.

She still hasn't answered him when she reaches out and lifts his cock. Her fingers close around it as far as they can reach, and his erection grows as if her touch is magical. In seconds he's fully erect, and I see Kate smile as she examines her new toy. It's easily the size of Vicente's, a constant reminder after gifting Kate that reproduction of his cock. I'm filled with envy, emasculation, and incompetence, all at once as I see her small hand close around him. I can't help but imagine this immense mass of flesh inside Kate, her legs spread wide to accept it, and the kind of satisfied moans I never hear in our own bedroom. How can I want this? Still, my gut's churning, and my dick is begging for relief.

"I, need to be 'taken'," she admits quietly with her eyes fixed on his cock, "by men who know what I need, without having to tell them. I dream about them sometimes. Large men. Powerful men. Men who handle me. Men who fill me. Men who make it easy for me to become a shameless, slut of a wife."

He lifts her chin with a single finger and their eyes meet.

"And I suppose that also includes potent men," he asks, still gazing into her pleading eyes. "Don't shy away from saying it."

"I could never tell him, but - "

Kate turns her head to look at me. Her eyes are wild with a frightening hint of anger. She isn't the Kate I know.

" - you can't put a baby in me - I doubt you ever will. I'm still young and fertile and have needs. I love you - I even feel sorry for you at times, Billy. But there are so many potent men who could do it - you know there are. It's a weakness that's absent in the men I dream about."

She returns her eyes to Gabriel's, staring adoringly. "So, yes, Gabriel - there are men who will take me and fuck me because I'm pretty and fertile. And sometimes I'm so starved for what these men could give me that nothing else matters. Sometimes I think I could just abandon my entire life, my husband, my business, everything that's important to me, if only some raging, potent bull of a man could do what he can't."

I'm struck with panic. It can't be what she's asking. His cock swells as she milks it; she's rubbing it slowly back and forth over her belly where his slick, glistening residue coats her there. Just below, her sex flushes and opens; it seems thirsty for what's sure to follow. "Do anything, Gabriel - anything you want with her," I plead. "Just not..."

He looks over Kate's shoulder at me and smiles. "Now I know you much better, Bill - your worst fear, and how willing you are to let me have your sweet wife's body. You can rest assured I'll honor your wishes, with whatever means are in my power. At your insistence, I will use Kate's body any way I wish. But for the benefit of our mutual understanding, tell me a bit more about your worst fear. I've found that if a husband says the words aloud, it somehow lessens the weight of how he imagines it."

My greatest fear during all our time with Charles and his "clients", was that Kate might become pregnant with another man's c h i l d. She had been available to so many men while agreeing to Charle's demands. I watched as she became Charles's whore, then Victor's - the slutty clothes, the intentional sway of her hips, even her new breasts that so many men ogled and fondled. I lost count of how many times I watched them cum in her while she moaned and drooled and begged them for more. I'll do or say anything to avoid reliving that terrifying obsession that Kate's belly might swell with an unknown gangster's progeny. I knew Kate hadn't wanted it then, but would she want it now? From the seed of this ultimate Dream Man?

"Do anything with her, Gabriel," I recite. "Her body can be yours. Take her any time, as often as you decide. But I'm her husband - I should be the one to - "

I hear my voice fill the room. It's sincere, and laced with authentic, crippling s u b m i s s i o n. All the ways he might use Kate's body fade into obscurity when faced with the certainty that his seed can accomplish what mine could not.

"It will be my pleasure, I'm sure, Bill," he tells me. "I can imagine enjoying her body in so many ways - the sounds I coax from her delicious little mouth, the soft flesh beneath my guiding hands, and the torrent that flows from between her pretty legs before my cock even touches her there.

"Your fear is understandable, Bill. When a wife is getting so much cock from another man, it's almost inevitable that an accident happens. So it's only reasonable that you do your part as well, to ensure she's supplied with sufficient means to prevent it. That way, the burden is on you, Bill, as well as the blame.

"She'll come back to you a new woman, Bill, every time I use her. Despite her past, you'll think of her as an evolving woman - a new, exotic creature with tastes and needs beyond your understanding. And every time she decides to fuck you, you'll know it was my undoing and renewing that has made your wife the thing she's become."

Wow! This is getting deeper ... and darker! You were right to take your time with this material. I'm sure much more of both action and angst are ahead for these two.

Thanks, Mr. Fire. The next chapter is in final edit, so look for it soon. Kate and Billy wading into deep waters once again.

Don

Don Jetman
You are an artist! Using a keyboard instead of a brush you paint with words mental pictures that carry the reader to scenes and situations that are the most detailed and erotic dreams that are beyond their their most incredible dreams. Thank you! Never stop

I agree with suntzuson, and cannot wait for the good new material.

Thanks for the very kind words, Mr Fire and suntzuson. Chapter 7 is longer than usual, continuing the introduction of Gabriel, so the editing has taken some time. Hope you enjoy.

Don

The Game - Chapter 7

I try to reconcile my feelings as Kate runs her fingers down Ganriel's ripped abs, then to his rigid cock. I can almost feel her touch as she plays with him; it's erotic, but she's so completely taken by his physical presence that the angst wells up in me. I know how much she loves fucking Aidan, but this is different. It occurs to me in an instant of troubling clarity that sexually, together they're a perfectly matched couple. Is it Kate's helpless attraction to him, or his ability to simply make her his as I watch? Does she even remember I'm present?

Gabriel looks over at me as though it's what he expects.

"This is what you want, isn't it? To have me fuck your pretty little wife?"

Before I can answer, Kate answers for me while keeping her eyes on his immense cock.

"He does. He likes to watch men like you fuck me."

"You have that kind of control over him?" he asks.

Kate still doesn't give me the slightest glance while she answers. "Keeping him hard, making him watch, making him wait until a man's done with me - yes, it excites me. But it excites him too. It was someone in our past that..."

"Ahhh, someone who awakened his s u b m i s s i o n, and yours, to the whims of a man with a more dominant character?

"He, um, held us hostage in a way. Financially. His boss - he wanted me. He seduced me, and Billy had to allow it. In time, Billy found it exciting to surrender my body to him. It was mostly to secure our future, but then I couldn't help myself. He was one of those men..."

"So, you're free now? But your body aches for a man like him again?"

"I need - well, I told you what I need." Her voice wavers, as though she's begging but embarrassed to have to do it.

"You need what we all need, Kate," he offers. "We come here for The Game, one Breigha and Aidan orchestrate. They're masters of it; using their insight, imagination, and most of all, their ability to collect those with very special needs. They've chosen you, Billy, and myself as a perfect trio, players in a game that first promises to give everyone what they seek, and then much more. They create, they watch, and they assimilate what we provide. They feed on our deepest, most forbidden fantasies, and use them to entice others to the game. I've been a character in their living fantasies in the past, just as I am now. You're the pretty wife with dark appetites, and Billy the husband who eagerly submits to them. My question for both of you is, now that you know I was chosen for you, how eager are you to play?

Billy, I've heard what Kate needs. As the husband, how compliant are you? Can you make the sacrifice? She's such a delicious little thing - not many husbands could put a wife like Kate in the hands of someone like me. Can you offer me Kate's body and do it without jealousy or possessiveness?"

"I suppose it's like Kate said," I began. "My boss held our future in his hands; gripped it, tightly, then squeezed until it hurt. I watched Kate submit to his seduction. It was, instant, and it shocked me. But we both needed what he promised. There was so much money, a house, the cars; there was more and more, every day. In return, he wanted Kate's body for himself. It was all so sudden, and so enticing - my dream job, and our perfect life. I thought I could look the other way. To do that, I had to bury my jealousy. A nervous misdirection took its place. When Kate was naked in his hands, her sexual bliss somehow became arousing and exotic. He was wealthy, powerful, and dominating, with a, um, very large cock. He was everything I wasn't - everything Kate dreamed of in a man. I just gave in to keep my eye on the prize, a better life together when we finally might escape. Then I began to like it - I mean, watching Kate and him together. It was, terrifying, mesmerizing, intoxicating, like the ultimate fetish-inducing d r u g. I was paid to let him and his associates use Kate. We took his money, and we became addicted. We couldn't stop."

"And now you want to continue?" he asks, with raised eyebrows. Possibly in a safer venue? One where you might have more control?"

"The obsession has continued," I confessed. "With Breigha and Aidan. They've resurrected our taste for it - Kate's search for another Dream Man, and my addiction that compels me to surrender her, watch her, knowing she's found ultimate satisfaction in a better place - a 'safer venue', as you put it."

"I can provide that for you," he says, confidently. "But 'safe' can be subjective. With me, you'll be safe from looming threats of any kind. But I do expect obedience of a sexual nature - from Kate and yourself. I promise there is no penalty or retribution if you choose to bow out. That said, reaping the benefits of The Game depends on your cooperation and commitment to play your part."

"We're committed, aren't we, Billy?" Kate interrupts. She doesn't look at me though. She only has eyes for him.

"We are," I say. "I can promise we'll do what we're told, within reasonable limits."

He smiles and nods. "We'll explore that." He places two fingers under Kate's chin and lifts it until their eyes meet.

"Kate, do you let your husband fuck you? I mean, when you have another man in your life?"

"I have, lately," she admits. It sounds like a guilty confession. "There were men in our past who demanded that they own me; they didn't allow him to touch me. Now there's only Aidan, and he hasn't told me I can't."

His smile fades. "Do you let him inside you whenever he wants, or do you decide?"

"I suppose I decide. He wants me constantly, but I still love teasing him, setting limits."

"Teasing him?" he asks. "How?"

"I, um, spend a lot of time naked around our house. I'm afraid a lot of his erections are wasted. I suppose it's t o r t u r e in a way, but I'm still fascinated by how hard he gets when he sees me naked, and how cute he is when I see it bobbing and dripping for me. On one hand, I'm flattered my husband wants me that much, but there's also this, well, satisfaction I get from deciding when he gets to use it.

"I mean, he wants sex with me, but he fantasizes about me fucking other men. I know he thinks about it all the time because he tells me he does. He wants me to make up these stories about them, especially ones with strangers seducing me, and how I let them have me like a shameless slut. When he finally begs me to let him inside me, I won't, until watching his desperation makes me want him just as much and I give in."

"So, it's a form of control then," Gabriel suggests. "One you wield and you both enjoy?"

"We do," she adds. "I know the sex is so much better; at least it is for me."

"How long do you make him wait?"

"I don't plan it," she tells him. "I love watching his erections, and he's hard so often while I'm naked - showing off my body by the pool, or even inside during dinner. I tease him about it all the time, how it's such a shame that his nice, hard cock will go to waste that day, and how Aidan's will be a more than adequate substitute before I want Billy's again."

"And the rejection and frustration doesn't upset him?"

"I can tell it excites him more and more until it's too much for him. Neither of us wants to go too long without sex, so I've learned to tell when it's the best time - to let him fuck me. Then, it's very, very good for both of us. He needs relief, and I love knowing the decision is mine - either to make him wait, or to let him have me. Afterward, he's so grateful, so loving - such a giving little puppy dog."

"While he waits, do you forbid him to cum until you allow it?"

"He's been put through that in our past life, and I just can't be that cruel. I can't keep him from masturbating when he's alone, and I won't put his dick in one of those awful cages - they're practically medieval. Plus, I love seeing his hardons bouncing around the house. He's a sweet man, but I can tell when the frustration is taking its toll on him.

"So, we have this agreement; he can jerk off, but only if I get to watch. Believe me, he does it a lot, and I never get tired of watching. He'll cum in his hand, or at night in bed beside me as I watch. It's surprisingly satisfying to see, and it's freeing to know he cums while he imagines me fucking other men. It's a kind of honor system, but after he cums, his frustration level and agitation are so much less. It's a double-edged sword in a way though. After he cums, I think he's more jealous that Aidan gives me what he can't. I know it's not an intimacy issue; I love Billy, and after all we've been through, he knows I'll never leave him for another man. 'Jealous' isn't the right word, I suppose - it's his envy, of Aidan's size and nature, and his ability to satisfy me in bed."

Kate's always had this uncanny ability to see through me, to look into my eyes and know exactly what I'm thinking. But her explanation surprises me. She's exposed who and what I am in so few words; she's let Gabriel see inside me as well. I can't decide whether I'm more embarrassed that she's told a man we barely know, or that her words ring so true.

Gabriel turns his attention to me as Kate's fingers continue to explore ridges of muscle where his shirt rises to bare his lower torso. "Are there jealousy issues, Bill? Are we going to have problems with that?"

"It - isn't jealousy, exactly," I explain. "As Kate says, it's envy, that I can't be what Aidan is to her. I'm not the dominant Alpha male type she dreams about; I'm her husband, and she knows me so well. She knows I can't make her willingly submit to, um, certain 'things'...."

"But that isn't everything, is it Billy?" Kate says. "It's the lurking, unsaid truth in both our minds, that Aidan and Gabriel are virile and potent, that either one of them could get me pregnant, and you can't. In a way, you see yourself as less of a 'man" than they are. Not to mention their size. You see their cocks, compare them to yours, and know what size means to me. You know how satisfying it is for me to see men like them constantly after me, craving my body. I'm not sure you've ever wanted my body the way they do - like a sexy, married whore. You need to possess me as your wife, but they just want my body - to take me from you for a while, to use me, to fuck me."

Gabriel looks down at her again, frowning. "It may be satisfying to be fucked the way you need to be fucked by the men you choose, and to witness his excitement and envy, but your husband doesn't sound very useful. If you were my woman, I couldn't go a day without fucking you. You'd worship my cock. Thoughts of it would occupy you constantly, wherever you went, whatever you did."

Kate stops fondling him and looks up into his dark eyes again. "Haven't you ever loved someone? Loved them so deeply that not even the most terrifying challenges could change that? You can't imagine what we've been through, and how we've survived. Yes, Billy gave me to other men, sometimes very bad men, but he also saved me, from a life that could have been utter h u m i l i a t i o n and defeat. He'll never be an imposing, intimidating man like you. He and I both accept that. But I love him, and we still make love. Does his cock leave me wanting sometimes? Of course. Is he the kind of man who 'takes' me, fucks me like I'm a whore? Absolutely not. He makes love to me gently, and sometimes I'm simply thankful for how much he cares for me. But there's a whore in me that's constantly struggling to live a separate life. When she does come out to play, I need a man like you to feed her."

"I've seen it, over and over," he tells her. "A woman wants a husband who can provide for her. For some reason, she thinks sex with him will get better and they'll have that fairy tale life they always dreamed of. After years of it, she comes crawling to men like me to quench her frustration. Now and then, when a husband discovers his wife's infidelity and becomes aware of how he's failed her, he discovers his unfaithful wife's salacious activities begin to excite him. Judging by how hard he is, I assume Billy's one of those husbands."

Kate's still gazing into his eyes when a little smile forms on her lips. "When we first met back in the restaurant that day, I hoped you'd understand what I need outside my marriage. Now I can see that you do." She looks down at his cock again; it's now rising to even more intimidating proportions. How can I be so hard and still feel so small and incompetent? Fuck, he's so hard and thick. Kate must be so wet for him. If only I could be her husband and the kind of "man" she needs to fuck her.

He turns his attention to me again. "So, if you're here to have me give your pretty wife what you can't, you must let me know. I like to hear it from the husband's mouth, just so we both understand and agree on the order of things."

I try to avoid imagining her delicate fingers grasping and milking the glistening spike of dark flesh that rises between his legs. Suddenly, I see it as a weapon, one intent on invading her, corrupting her. He's more than a head taller than I, and I have to strain my neck to look up into his face. His finely sculptured features are framed by long dreadlocks, just above the bulging T-shirt that may open at its seams with each breath he takes.

"The, um, 'order of things'?" I ask. I'm not sure I - "

"Just a few simple things we need to agree on," he interrupts. "If you're truly interested, we can find a quiet place to share our intentions. I need a true commitment from the two of you. Your wife appears to be all in - but then there's you..."


~~~

I notice Breigha's been listening nearby in the shadows, and she shoots me a knowing smile as he leads Kate and me up the winding stairs to the second floor. It's a sly smile of deep satisfaction. We're ushered into an elegant bedroom that looks out over the front of the estate. The only light comes from two wall sconces; it's a subdued, warm light, spread through the room like the flickering flames of candles. Kate's pale skin turns to a delicious amber, with shifting shadows that bring the lines of her belly and breasts into tantalizing relief. I've never seen her like this - a golden nymph, drenched with desire. My dick oozes and drips for her. I'd give anything to fuck her.

Gabriel and Kate settle in on the sofa as I'm f o r c e d to stand beside them, still tied to Kate's wrist by the leash. The look of comfortable satisfaction on Gabriel's face tells me he considers Kate and himself a couple there together, and I'm now a mere spectator. An ache descends from the pit of my stomach to my bound testicles; the sudden raw magnetism that seems to bind them together excites me, but also ignites a nagging worry that she'll become a slave to a cock that puts mine to shame. The contradiction lives inside me second by second as I stand by and watch them together - the "perfect" couple? Is that how Kate sees him? Her ultimate Dream Man, finally found, her body given to him unconditionally for as long as he'll fill her with cock?

I scan the photos that line the walls, all sepia-tinted ephemera framed with gold filigree. The subjects seem to be Victorian-era women, nude or partially nude, each posing in a position that proudly flaunts her breasts or the hairless cleft between her spread legs. I assume the photos are part of Aidan's collection of daguerreotypes; the subject matter must have been rare finds. As I look more closely, I find Breigha's face in every image, glaring at the camera with a sly, shameless smile. There's so much behind her expression. These aren't just nudes of a wife posing for her husband - they're meant to tease and tempt others, to excite them, and finally bait them to enter The Game. It's the smile of a voracious predator.

"Well, now that we have some privacy, I can be more open," Gabriel begins.

He retrieves his cell phone, brings it to life, and places it on a low, oval table before us.

"I'm in the company of Bill and his lovely wife, Kate. Bill, we've just met, but Kate has made it clear in a surprisingly short amount of time that she needs the kind of sex you can't provide. She claims it's both your size and your competence that fail her. To be blunt, you simply can't fuck her like she needs to be fucked. I assure you, I'll be happy to provide what you can't, as often as she wants. I'm reliable and respectful, and guarantee she'll be fully satisfied. Bill has come to me with his own request for his version of my services. Bill, tell us what that request is, please."

I'm not sure what he wants exactly, or why he's recording us. Kate looks up at me with raised eyebrows as if to prompt me. Her eyes are wild, and the T-shirt can't hide her outrageously hard nipples. They both wait patiently for me to speak.

"Okay," I begin. "My wife often needs sex with a man very unlike me - a large, dominant man who gives her what I can't. She wants you to be that man."

"But what do you want, Bill?" he continues. "What are you asking me to do for you? We have to be clear about our arrangement - all three of us. I've found going on record avoids misunderstandings and possible future remorse. It defines who we are in a way, and presents a path forward. Your pretty wife has made her needs very clear. Now I need to know what you want from me."

He's going to make me say it - and record every word.

"I - want you to, um, have sex with Kate, my wife," I murmur.

"What was that Bill? Would you mind repeating it more clearly so we all can hear?"

I clear my throat and try to prepare myself for what I'm about to say into the phone. It's become hard to get the words out. Is this a legal thing for his potential liability? Who else might hear this after it's done? God, Kate's on the edge of the sofa, eyes as big as saucers, body in full "fuck me" mode. She desperately wants this guy's cock. I just hope that's the only thing she wants from him. I gather my courage and begin.

"I want you to fuck Kate - to give her the kind of sex I can't." The voice doesn't even sound like me. It's louder than before, but strained, and reeks of of both fear and excitement. I'm burning with shame after it's out, but I don't want it any less. I can see how desperately Kate wants him. Could I even prevent it if I tried? Still, inside, I crave seeing it, making it happen.

"Just so we're clear, I'll put politeness aside. What you really want but can't quite bring yourself to say, is for me to stick my cock in your wife and fuck her until she cums, as often as Kate and I decide, correct?"

"It's - what we both want," I manage to answer. But there's no hesitation; I do want to see his immense cock slide into Kate until she cums on it. I admit it to myself. As I answer, another bead of precum forms at the head of my dick, then oozes down along my throbbing erection, soaking the leather harness that ****** my balls forward in plain view.

"Then, that's what I'll do for you," he promises. "But it means decisions about her body are entirely up to Kate and me now. Know that I will use her, as I wish, and as Kate wishes. I don't want more than that - not a mistress or girlfriend. You're free to enjoy what remains each time I'm done with her. But her body, this fine, married flesh, is mine to use as long as our arrangement continues. My one condition is that you both must obey. If either of you becomes dissatisfied, you can walk away. No harm, no foul. If everyone isn't on board, then the drama isn't worth the effort. I'm easy, flexible that way. Just say the word, and it's over. Except for the memories, of course. And I can assure you, Kate's memories of what I provide will stay with her for a very long time."

"That won't happen," Kate announces suddenly. "We're flexible too, aren't we Billy? I mean, it's just sex - no drama. I'll see to that. If you want my body, Gabriel, you can have me whenever you want me."

I'm stunned by her premature assurance that we both agree. She's given herself to him instantly. "Are you sure about this, Kate?" I warn. "We don't know how he'll want to 'use' you, or how often. I think we need more details, maybe even more time to discuss it before we agree. Don't you?"

"I understand your concerns, Bill," he tells me. He eyes Kate, taking in her breasts bound by the confines of the skin-tight T-shirt. He lowers his gaze slowly to her lap, the tight crevice just below her belly where her thighs meet, then down along her bare legs as he speaks to me. "I expect to have free access to her body whenever I please. I expect Kate to agree to my requests - the times and places I choose. If you choose to continue, you won't have the right to interfere with our plans. For each of Kate's sessions with me, I have a vote, Kate has a vote, but you do not. You'll learn to accept whatever Kate and I arrange together. If you find that too difficult, or impossible, then our relationship will end. No hard feelings - I just don't tolerate any drama. As a couple, your willing s u b m i s s i o n is of the utmost importance. You're giving me Kate's body, and I expect you to accept how I use it."

Kate interjects again with a surprising show of conviction, moving her hand gently along the rows of ribbed muscle where his T-shirt inches up along his torso. She holds her palm against him, as though her desperate craving for sex might flow into him.

"He won't object," she promises, "to anything we do together. Any time, or any place. He'll let you have me, and be thankful, even excited by it. He may want to watch sometimes, if you allow it."

I can see she's breathing more deeply as she explores his abs with her fingertips. His towering erection brushes her hand now and then, but she doesn't dare play with it. She looks, stares longingly at it, imagines it in her belly, I'm sure.

Gabriel twists Kate's shoulders toward me as they sit closely together, her naked thigh pressed tightly against his. He circles Kate with his huge arms from behind, pries his hands up under the front of her shirt, and cups her breasts with both hands. "You may be allowed to watch at times. Kate and I will decide. But there's a chance you may see things that wound you to your core. She won't be your wife while she's with me. It may seem that she abandons you for a time, that she has no shame, or any concern for your jealousy or fears. She'll give herself to me, utterly and completely for the time we're together. After that, it's your ego, your masculinity that's may be at stake. Whether the effect is temporary or permanent depends on your character, your confidence and security as her husband."

She's gasping as he works her nipples between his fingers, but she's now looking directly up into my eyes with her little "I-know-you-love-this" smile. Then comes her soft, pleading request.

"You like seeing his big, strong hands on me like this, don't you, Billy? Please tell me. Make him believe that you do."

"I - I do," I stammer. I want to please her, to excite her, to make every dream she's ever had come true. Yet, I'm cringing inside, overwhelmed by the angst of surrendering her to this heavily muscled Bull of a man.

Gabriel looks me over again as though he's dissecting me, reading my innermost fears and doubts. "You don't sound all that certain, Bill. I won't bully you; you have to make me believe it's what you want. You have to volunteer to submit to my whims, and to hand over your precious wife's lovely body with eager anticipation."

Kate's eyes are on me, pleading, full of hope that I'll say what he wants from me. He works her tiny shirt upward and exposes her perfect breasts, kneading them with palms so huge that her breasts are completely hidden under them. I shudder when I notice the thick, glistening drop of precum emerge from the head of his cock. I can almost hear how prolonged and guttural her moans would be if the immense thing parted her and pushed slowly, then so deeply into her waiting belly. He's so fucking big.

"I can see how much you want this, Kate. God, I want it too," I blurt, without a second's thought.

What is this thing that engulfs me in an all-too-familiar pool of submissive defeat? My mind's mirror reflects an image of impotence; the seemingly feeble, erect stalk of flesh twitching between my legs is fueled by the sacrifice of my wife to this commanding, superhuman satyr. I shiver with excitement as I imagine her pretty face, ecstatic with joy while he takes her body and makes it his.

"I want him, Billy. I need him. Look at his cock, Billy. Look at it."

Kate's trembling as she speaks. Yet, he's done nothing more than roll her nipples between his fingers. She's spread her legs to show me how wet she is, and my dick throbs with desperation. But she wants him instead - I know she does. Suddenly, I want him to use her petite body more than anything, to own it, to do what he will with her. I want to hear her scream with the kind of relief only men like him can deliver. I exist as someone else - not Kate's husband, not her lover or caretaker. I'm her accomplice now, driven by my need to see her fucked by this heavily-muscled giant of a man - a f l e s h - a n d - b l o o d sex machine that I can't possibly challenge, in or out of bed.

He stands, then brings her to her feet as well. I can't read him. His face is expressionless as he circles Kate, inspecting her. She's so tiny beside him, but her eyes are wide and fiery, as though she'd welcome being devoured by this slowly pacing a n i m a l. When she turns her head to follow his path about her, he orders her to be still. "Look at your husband," he commands. His voice changes abruptly as he takes control. The former polite tone is replaced by one intent on a serious agenda. I'm not sure Kate notices, but I do.

"You still think of yourselves as a married couple," he begins, as he reaches down and grasps the leash between us. "You must imagine the familiar bond of your marriage dissolves during the times Kate is with me." He unclips the leash from her wrist, separating us. The short length of leather dangles from my harnessed balls, the once painful attachment thankfully released. But the words he uses to accompany the act bring a hint of regret. My bond of marriage to Kate dissolved? I stare at Kate, and try to get her attention to gauge her response, but she's too enamored with him to notice.

"She's still my wife," I tell him. "I won't let you or anyone else 'dissolve" our marriage - we've come dangerously close to that in the past. If these are the rules of The Game, the price is too high."

"I've been very clear about my terms," he reminds me. "I'm more than capable of finding female companionship on my own. Your wife is an exquisite creature; so pretty, and yet so not the innocent girl her outward appearance projects. There's a glow of purity about her at first sight, one that creates an arousing ambivalence in men who meet her. How can such freshness, such virtue and guileless enchantment inhabit flesh so desirable that it lures the eye to dwell on it? It silently invites her admirer to feast on her as his cock hardens. It makes her flesh priceless to those who know how to unlock its secrets. Unlocking secrets is why The Game was created, and why I was chosen to be a part of it. I will know all of her body's secrets in time. The rest of her, her routine life with you, the affection she shows you, the loving wife you know so well, will continue to be yours. But you must accept that her body will belong to me while Kate and I are together. I won't take her from you. But I will satisfy her in ways you can't possibly imagine."

He stops behind her, then strips her shirt over her head in a sudden, powerful sweep of his hands. The tiny shirt is gone in an instant. Kate's naked now, and her eyes widen with surprise, but she's smiling again a second later. The room is quiet as he circles her again, stopping before her and studying her.

"Do you agree to make your body freely available to me, Kate?" he asks.

I wait for Kate to answer, and she does, by softly telling him, "I do." It sounds like a marriage vow at first, and that shakes me. There's an eagerness on her face, a flush over her breasts and belly, and a barely perceptible trembling of her entire body that's a startling invitation to be taken by him.

"Bill, do you agree to give Kate's body to me to use as she and I wish, with my promise that I'll return her as a loving wife, happily satisfied until she needs my cock again?"

My heart pounds. The anxiety is nearly unbearable. He's everything she wants - the confident, hung bull in her parade of lust-drenched dreams, and I'm about to hand my exquisitely seductive wife's body over to him. To fuck. To satisfy. But she's so precious to me that the words refuse to come.

"Bill, maybe I can help with your decision using a simple demonstration. Kate, raise your hands over your head again," he tells her. And she does, stretching upward, with her breasts jutting outward, presented as proud offerings to him.

"Cross your wrists, Kate, as though I've tied them. Imagine you're hanging here before me, helpless, naked, completely accessible to me. For a time, your body belongs to me. I won't cause you pain, or damage you, but I will use you. There will be actions I perform, sensations you'll experience, that your husband's incapable of replicating. Our time together will stay with you long after I send you back to him. You may tell him about your physical and mental s u b m i s s i o n to me, but you will also be changed in ways you're unable to describe."

She's gazing into the darkness now. His voice has taken on a deeper, darker tone, commanding, mesmerizing, calmly soliciting compliance. He circles her again, stops behind her, and traces a line down the pale skin of her back with a single fingertip. She flinches as tiny, blue arcs of static electricity emerge where he touches her. His palm opens against her firm, silky ass as he strokes her there. She gasps. I see her belly tighten and her breasts shudder. In spite of my wariness, I'm hanging on every word, anxious, even impatient for more. The sound of his voice is paralyzing. I stare at the luscious creature before me and imagine she belongs to him. Her flesh is ripe for him, her pussy drips for him, her most perverse fantasies now satisfied only by him. Then, within seconds, I'm flooded with doubt and anxiety again. She's my beautiful wife - why does it excite me to think of her as belonging to him? Why am I even harder imagining her taken and satisfied by him in ways I can't hope to equal?

"So pretty, isn't she, Bill? So much the sweet and vulnerable wife, yet seething with the need for cock. You know this. You see this in her every day, Bill. The only thing we need from you at the moment is to hear you say so, to admit your incompetence as her lover, and to surrender her body to me as if it has always belonged to me."

Kate's eyes plead with me to answer, to tell him who we are, what we are. It's that look of hers I can never refuse. My last nagging fragment of anxiety collapses as he speaks to me. My need to agree, to please him, to obey, is overwhelming. Something again in his voice...

"Yes," I admit. "I know. We've - been through this. I know what she needs. From other men. From you."

"You've watched men use her, haven't you, Bill? And you've enjoyed it. You even crave it, don't you, Bill? Tell me. Say it, as though you desperately need Kate and me to hear it."

How can he know us so well, so quickly? Kate's eyes still beg me to play along. She wants him that much.

"I do," I tell him. "I've always wanted it - to see her fucked by another man." My gut's churning. I can feel the electric attraction between them. Was he right? That she's always belonged to him - her other men merely distractions along the way?

"When Aidan gives her back to you, does she fuck you that same day, Bill? And then, can you tell he's been in your wife? Filling her desperate little pussy? Can you see the disappointment on her face when you slide inside her, pumping away, then emptying yourself into a body that rages for a man like him, even after you withdraw? Do you want her even more then? Does it matter that she silently accommodates your inadequacies, pretending to enjoy your frantic masturbation into a body ripe for men so unlike you?"

"We do fuck," I answer, "and yes, I suppose it is always the same day he's taken her. I want him to satisfy her, but I need to reclaim her, even if it's not the same as it is with him. I suppose I know it isn't as good for her, but I can't lose her - not again. I have to be sure she's come 'home' again, as my wife. It's complicated stuff from our past."

"I don't need to know your past, and this isn't that complicated. At least we don't have to make it that way. Your wife wants sex, and you want to give her more than you're able to provide. I'm more than willing to give you both what you want. Possibly much more than you can imagine."

He scans her body again, then moves close to her, extends his hands, and carefully lifts her breasts, circling her nipples with his thumbs.

"Mmmmm," she hums. Her eyes close. She's smiling as though she's tasted the first delicious sip that immediately quenches her thirst. It's frightening how easily, how quickly, she submits to his touch.

"Now, Kate, Imagine your husband no longer exists. He's never existed. The only thing you've ever wanted is to be a complete woman. To be filled between your legs by a powerful master whose generous cock you worship. You have no obligations, no fears, no frustration - only desire, and joyful awareness that this cock, the warm, thick meat of it, is everything to you. You're nothing more than succulent flesh - nothing more than the tits and pussy you excitedly surrender to me."

The smile disappears from Kate's face for a moment. Her brow wrinkles, as though the comfort of his hands is interrupted by the intrusion of the image he projects.

I hear her whimper as he lowers his hands and closes them around her waist. She looks so tiny there with him; his immense grasp nearly spans her entire waist. His thumbs trace half-circles over her sensitive lower belly, and she inhales sharply as the sensation sweeps over her. He lowers his hands over her hips, then slides them between her legs, prying her inner thighs apart. She moves one foot aside to give him access to her wet center, and he folds his hands around her inner lips and clit, holding her there as she gives herself up to him.

"Where is your husband, Kate?" he asks.

"I - I don't know," she answers, shaking in his grasp.

"Have you lost him? Or don't you have a husband at all?"

Her eyes are closed, her lips trembling, her face a mask of confusion.

"Never mind, Kate," he assures her. "The only thing you need is right here."

His folded hands form a perverse prayer between her legs, trapping her sex gently between them. When he begins the soft contractions, she moans. It's a long, almost silent moan, but still fills the quiet room.

"You don't need a husband for this, do you Kate?" he prompts.

"Noooo, no husband, for thissss," she answers softly. Her eyes are still closed, and I see her knees bend and separate, hips canted forward, begging his hands to glide more quickly along her sex.

Kate's eyes open with sudden surprise when he stops. He places a glistening finger under her chin and lifts it to meet his piercing gaze.

"You'll get what you need, the unending sex, the cock you can't get from your husband. But this isn't the time or the place. Take some time to think about how I'll use every inch of you, how I'll take you places you've never been. How you'll thank me for the kinds of crushing orgasms you've never known with him. Then I'll send you home to him, weak and exhausted, but craving more. You'll beg him for the kind of sex he can't give you - oh, how you'll beg. When he fails, you'll run to me for relief, again and again."

I shudder when he pulls her against him and kisses her. It's a deep, probing kiss, and lasts for such a long time. My world closes in around me as I watch Kate react, returning his kiss hungrily as though she's already given herself to him. I can't help imagining that they're familiar lovers, that Kate's given her body to him again and again long before we've ever met. Has she found the Dream Cock she fantasizes about when we make love? As easily as she fell for Charles's seduction that day long ago in his office, there was still a sense of his power over us, leading Kate to comply at first, then surrender to his whims. I watched Charles take her, shocked and surprisingly aroused as my erection grew and soaked my pants with the first release of cool, sticky, wetness. We submitted as a couple that day. Charles insisted I watch. Gabriel wants her to abandon me, to forget me when she's with him. Not my wife then. Nothing more than his perfect flesh.

Gabriel works her body against his cock, raising and lowering her like a weightless doll. His cock finds its place between her thighs. The meaty shaft spreads her pussy lips, glides over her clit, but never penetrates her. Kate clenches his cock with her inner thighs as he thrusts slowly into the tight space there, back and forth, dragging the entire length of his veiny meat over her clit. She's whimpering as he holds her body in the air before him. It's as though she weighs nothing in his hands, a toy to be played with, an object to use for his pleasure, a wife who suddenly isn't a wife at all.

I hear her words then, buried within her gasps and mews. They rise from her soft throat, and escape her full lips - a broken, desperate pleading.

"Put it...in me - I...need it...inside me - please...do it - fuck me - I'll do anything...anything..."

He makes the broken connection between Kate and me real. In these moments, I know she is his, that in her mind I'm no longer an observer of her infidelity; I don't exist in their world. In my moments of need for her, I search for some shred of comfort, some assurance that I haven't lost her. It comes when I recall his promise that she's nothing more than flesh to him. I hang on each and every word of his promise:

"Know that I will use her, as I wish, and as Kate wishes. I don't want more than that - not a mistress or girlfriend. You're free to enjoy what remains each time I'm done with her. I'll send her home to you, weak and exhausted, but craving more."

I cling to the hope that she won't be the slave she was to Charles, one that denies us all physical contact. Maybe she deserves the cock he gives her, and maybe I can live with just that.

When he withdraws from between her legs, Kate holds him tightly, trying to snug her breasts against his massive chest. She's suddenly quiet, but her body still trembles as he holds her in the air before him. Her hips are alive with brief, involuntary thrusts, now deprived of any contact with his cock. There's no sense that she's anything but quivering, needy flesh - she's not Kate, not my loving wife.

Gabriel watches her delirious hunger for his cock wane while suspended there in his hands, then lowers her to the floor. Now she seems so alone, so abandoned. She bows her head quietly, her arms and hands held closely along the sides of her body. I've never seen her more naked, more not herself. He attaches the leash to her wrist again, then whispers something to her, and she moans quietly. Then he repeats the words so I can hear them.

"Get down on your knees, both of you. Let me hear you beg."

She does, without a second's hesitation. Her face is inches from his thick, veiny cock, and she stares at it adoringly. My balls ache when she inadvertently tugs on the short leash and the harness tightens as I fall to my knees beside her.

Kate's hands close around the base of his cock and move lovingly upward. Then again, pumping him, slowly, gently. The leash tugs at me as she works. My wife craves this man's cock, adores him, needs him in a way she's never needed me. But I'm still so hard I feel my pulse pound within the unyielding harness. Now connected again by the leash, I can't help thinking we're his coupled servants, bowing at his feet, helpless to refuse his slightest request.

Kate looks up along his heavily muscled body, then lowers her eyes again to his immense, erect cock. It juts outward, curving upward, with a swollen, purple head that's released a shining droplet of precum that rests at the opening. She reaches out and traces a slow trail along the underside of his cock from tip to root with a single finger. Her eyes sparkle, wide with awe and hunger.

Gabriel's dark eyes bore into her, holding her there. She's as helpless as a bound captive as he begins to speak. "He wants to submit, to sacrifice. Husbands like yours do it readily. Willingly. They give in, give up, so easily. I need to see his willing sacrifice, how he relishes giving you to me."

He studies us there, side by side on our knees, both now naked, willing subjects in the game. There's a chill in the air, and I begin to feel like his prey. Kate takes my hand, her bare shoulder snug against mine. Does she feel it too? He's so fucking huge, so imposing, larger than life, a true Master in both our fantasies. Kate's head is bowed, her nipples still turgid with lust. Her warmth flows into me as if to comfort me, or is it her appreciation that I'm so willing to give her to him? I need to do just that. God, his cock is unearthly, the head round and hard and purple, the stalk enflamed with engorged veins that course over its surface.

Breigha's words echo in my head for just an instant. "Not for you - her body's not for you." Then the nervous, meager, useless thrust of my hips. But it's driven not by my need for her, but by an irresistible compulsion to obey Breigha and surrender Kate. I'm unable to escape thoughts of Gabriel burying his intimidating cock in her waiting belly. Even as my abandoned dick continues to drool, I've never wanted to see another man fuck her so urgently. Breigha's stunning face reappears silently, an imagined shadow clouding all fears and doubts, smiling with approval.

I give Kate's hand a light squeeze. Somewhere in a shifting mist, rising from fleeting shadows within the room, Breigha's face appears to me again. "You know she deserves him. She's compromised her needs far too long with the likes of you. He was made to use her body, and you to give it up. It's who you are, Billy - who you are...who you are...who you are...".

"Is your wife's body mine now?" Gabriel asks, finally.

"You should have her. It's, what she wants. She deserves...more than I can give her." I recite the words in a remote, shaken voice. They pour from me as though they're impatient to escape. Kate inhales sharply, her body trembling against me. She's such a delicious prize - exquisite flesh, made to fuck. So many hung, potent men want her. She does deserve them, every one of them, especially this one.

"Yesssssss," Breigha's disembodied voice whispers. Her hiss lingers in the air, envelops me, soothes me. The leash hangs loosely between Kate and me, but my harness seems to tighten. Breigha's ghostly hand slithers from the mist and closes over my balls. Her feather-like touch becomes a tightening grasp while the last remnants of her snake-like hiss fade into the shadows.

"No doubt she does deserve more, Billy," Gabriel tells me. "But I like to begin slowly. It's the obsession she'll carry home with her - the constant contrast between what I offer and her husband's meager substitute. Be aware that her preoccupation with me while you're alone as husband and wife drives everything she says and does, every second of every day."

Kate steadies herself with a hand on each of his immense thighs, but I can see she's still trembling. Her face is an inch away from the tip of his cock, but he doesn't press forward as I suspect. He waits. He lowers his hands and caresses her lips and throat with light, probing touches until I hear her whimper.

"Do you swallow, girl?" he asks. His voice is both commanding and tender. It's confusing, and unnerving, and I'm not sure I want Kate to answer him. He wants her to abandon all uncertainty, to desire him as her Master, and to crave his cock. But she's not likely to become a thoughtless slut for a man like Charles again, is she? To abandon my dick completely for his? I can't imagine reliving the frustration and Kate's rejection after we've come so far. Her words, her soft, silky voice, rises to stab at me.

"I'll do anything - anything you want," she coos with her head bowed.

"Do you swallow, girl?" he demands. "I shouldn't have to ask you twice."

"Yessss..." she hisses.

"In front of your husband?" He turns her face upward to meet his eyes, and her breath becomes a barely perceptible moan.

"Yessss..." she answers again. "Let me..."

"You may," he says.

Gabriel places his huge hands on her shoulders and looks straight at me with a conquering smile. "You might be more useful if you encourage her," he tells me. "They always perform more enthusiastically when the husband encourages them. It peels away that last shred of shame. Or maybe Kate has no shame left?"

She takes the thick shaft in her hand before I can answer and gives it a careful squeeze. The drop of clear liquid at the tip grows, then rolls over his cock head and begins its slow journey down the veiny surface until it disappears beneath her delicate fingers. I shiver as I watch her eyes widen and her lips part, still an inch away from where another droplet forms. The leash tightens when she takes him in both hands. My balls ache, and I try to inch closer for relief. The tip of her tongue appears, searching, longing for a taste of him. She takes the droplet onto her tongue like a cunning serpent, then gulps it down. I groan.

"Do be a good boy and encourage your wife, Billy," he commands. "Crawl back behind her firm little ass. Put your hand between her legs. Slide your fingers between those silky thighs. Linger there in the pool of her juices. Her fragile little clit is waiting for her husband's approval. Caress it softly between your fingers. Make her moan while she sucks me. Give her the kind of orgasm she never gets from you in your bed. Lead her to it with your words, Billy, whispered so quietly, so adoringly, close to her ear. Words meant for your wife only. Words bathed in your s u b m i s s i o n."

I balance myself with a hand on her shoulder as I explore between her legs. She's sopping wet there, swollen and open to my touch. I penetrate her with a single finger and she moans. I'm so hard for her.

Kate engulfs the head of his cock in her hungry mouth. It's almost more than she can contain, but she manages to clasp her lips over the ridge of his engorged glans. I watch the caving of her cheeks and know her tongue is probing and lashing at the sensitive skin covering his bulbous cock head. Her quiet, sustained moan can be heard in the dead quiet of the room. The resulting vibrations must be an exquisite invitation for him to empty himself into her. As much as I fear her total, permanent surrender to him, my dick throbs at the sight of her perfect body's delicious flesh straining to service him. "Servicing him like his whore," I think. "My sweet Kate - now his whore as I watch."

"You're so beautiful, so beautiful sucking him," I whisper. "I'm so hard for you, Kate. Thinking of him inside you. His thick cock filling you as he takes you. I want his cock in you, Kate. I want it so much. You want it too, don't you, Kate?"

I want to hear her moan, cry out, shake the walls of the room with her shrieks of joy. Will she say his name when she comes? Call out for him to fuck her like her husband can't? I cringe imagining that unnerving sign of intimacy. Please don't, Kate. Please don't say his name.

Still, the desire to have her respond just as the fantasy in my head unfolds is painfully overwhelming. I want her so badly. But, God help me, at this moment, I want it to be his thick cock inside her when she cums. Please think of me while you cum, Kate, please? Remember that his cock is a gift from your husband who loves you.

When I insert three fingers, her body stiffens for a second, then convulses. She moans louder, a long, uninterrupted groan that fills the room as she holds the tip of his cock in her mouth. The sounds she makes are muffled, a n i m a l sounds. Her body twitches against me as her pussy floods my hand. I push into her and feel the tight, pulsing grasp of her cunt. She's cumming, but not for me. It's for him, every second of it, every convulsing shudder, every wave of the juices that pour from her. But I never hear his name. Fear and uncertainty dissolve into welcome, feverish arousal once again.

Kate continues to suck, lick, and slurp, holding his warm, hard, meat in her mouth through her orgasm. She uses anything and everything she knows, sucking the breath from him. He knows the delicious warmth of her greedy mouth. I imagine the tip of her invading tongue probing and twisting into the sensitive opening where his precum continues to flow. Watching her now limp, used body continue to service him is agony; it fills me with both sympathy and need for her. She's cum for him, and I want her to stop. Why doesn't she?

His stomach tenses, he thrusts into her mouth, and Kate gulps his semen. She keeps sucking, on and on as she recovers from her own orgasm. Gabriel watches with satisfaction until the rush of his release becomes an irritation and his erection deflates, still between her lips. She consumes the entire rope of his softened shaft, sucking and toying with it as though she might take the entire rubbery tube of meat down her throat. It's a sign, I worry, that she wants more than just his cock. She wants the man, all of him.

Finally, he pushes her away gently and turns her toward me. She's still on her knees, her breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath. But she won't look at me. Her eyes are fixed on the floor as she leans forward, supported by a hand on each thigh. It's a stunning sight; she's so naked and fragile, her belly now full with jet after jet of his semen. She's his willing slave, kneeling on the floor beside me.

"Are you proud of her?" Gabriel asks me. "She gives so much to a man. And this is all that's left for you - a naked shell of a wife shivering on her knees, her belly full of another man's sperm. Are you proud that she wants this more than anything, pursues it, and takes what she wants, even as her husband watches?"

"I am," I tell him. "I've always been proud that she's not afraid to seek out and get what she needs - her successful business, the kind of sex she needs, and the rare man of her dreams she knows, at first sight, can satisfy her." But along with the pride is the cringing acceptance that I've given her up so easily, so willingly. In fact, I've given him both of us, to use as he wishes. I haven't the power to challenge him. Kate's naked body, there on her knees before him, infests me with the overwhelming need to simply worship it, gladly gifting it to this towering master of The Game.

"Yes, I can see that. And I can see you're a perfect couple for The Game. She's so generous with her body, and you surrender her so readily. You know your place during other men's seduction of this beautiful girl, a beauty even you must crave in spite of standing aside for them. Some might call you weak and afraid when you give her up to them, but in my eyes, you simply know and accept your limitations. My part in The Game is to complete her, not to take her from you. There may be times when you fear just that, but I assure you, it's just The Game penetrating you - your heart, your gut, and especially the thing between your legs that Kate finds so lacking. The Game's threats and promises are ephemeral. Its reality is fleeting. But don't doubt its authenticity. Moments that twist and turn you into a tangle of confusion, doubt, jealousy, and even pain will seem all too real. But those moments become memories. Memories you'll find "useful" when you fuck. Memories that will ignite both you and Kate's craving for more of it. The game is ready for you - are you ready for it?"

I'm about to answer when Kate suddenly stands. I gasp when the leash tugs on my harness, and I stand as well. Kate moves close to me, her eyes now showing a hint of sympathy. I imagine what he sees as we stand before him. Outwardly, a loving couple, a tantalizing wife and her doting husband, now naked and helpless, offering our willing s u b m i s s i o n to him. The thin cord of leather that again connects us is clear evidence of Kate's wishes - not to abandon me, but instead to take her husband's balls prisoner, make them vulnerable to a kind of perverse sacrifice, and trade them for sex with the man before us. The whisper of Breigha's voice in my head won't stop.

"She wants his, not yours. His swollen, potent balls. Not your useless, sterile globs of flesh. Give them up. Give them up. She won't miss them. Not at all. Do it for Kate. Because you love her..."

My dick throbs as I imagine Kate and him in a scene yet to come - him penetrating her with long, powerful thrusts. Her flat belly expands, displaying the immense length and girth of his cock each time she takes all of him. His balls seem to swell and pulsate as if they're preparing to deliver their swarming contents so deeply that they mass over her cervix, cling to it, then forge ahead like tiny invaders seeking her long-neglected eggs. I'm devastated as the scene unfolds in my head, but at the same time, I know it's a precious gift I can never give her. Please don't let it happen - I couldn't bear watching her belly swell with new life - his gift of life. It should be mine. If only I could. If only...

"Oh, but you can't stop it, little man," Breigha's voice continues in my head. "Your sperm against his? The sparse little puddle of your feeble swimmers compared to his dense, squirming, spew of potent seed from those huge balls? Stop pretending you're a breeder, Billy. Stop hoping it will come true. You could fuck her every day for years, and you'll still fail. You'll never breed her, Billy. Never. Never, ever, ever..."

"We're ready for whatever "game" you want. Whenever you want. We are - we both are. Do whatever you want with us - we'll play. You'll see. I promise. I'll beg if you want. Please?" Kate's sudden answer clears my mind and returns me to the room where we stand naked before him.

He pauses for a moment, running his eyes over our bodies from head to toe.

"I'm waiting for your answer, Billy," he says to me. "Your sweet wife seems all too eager, but I sense you have reservations. I have to hear that you're complicit in The Game; I don't coerce or hold ********* husbands hostage. If you're not willing to accept and unashamedly confess your inability to satisfy your wife, then The Game isn't for you. But, from what Aidan and Breigha tell me, as an owned couple by some, well, 'nefarious' characters in the past, I promise you'll find my company provides your most welcome fantasies. That said, I do expect you to obey, within reason. I do expect you to surrender Kate's body when I require it. And I expect Kate to belong to me unconditionally while she's with me."

"It's just that, well, 'unconditionally' reminds me of our 'nefarious' past," I tell him. "Whatever this 'Game' becomes, I don't want to lose her. I can't go back to the frustration of total chastity while I watch a parade of corrupt, sadistic men use her. It drove us apart. It made me less her husband and more of a needy companion. And, it drove Kate to thoughtless neglect, even selfish cruelty at times. She began to enjoy my suffering."

I feel Kate take my hand. She turns to me, her wide eyes part apology, part regrettible memories.

"I thought it was what you wanted, Billy," she says, softly. "I thought it excited you. I admit, things were said that I didn't mean. Not really. But you thought I was 'selfishly cruel'?"

"It became that way, Kate. It wasn't just that other men owned your body - they owned you completely, one after another. You flaunted your obsession with them to my face. You were more Charles's wife, or Vicente's wife, than mine back then. And honestly, I'm sure you thought of yourself that way when you were with them."

"I - I didn't, Billy. Really. At least I don't remember it that way."

"It was clear to me that you did. Can you tell me, honestly, that you wouldn't have left me if Vicente had wanted you? I saw the pictures you sent, Kate. You were practically a married couple in them."

Kate's jaw drops, and she stares at me with denial in her eyes. "I didn't want that, Billy. I didn't. At least not forever. But it showed? In the pictures I sent you?"

"When I saw them, I was sure you were telling me you'd never be back. The way you looked at him, the way you put your hands on each other - groping, stroking, fondling. You had already given yourself to him. You just couldn't say the words to me - so you sent those pictures."

Kate lowers her eyes and squeezes my hand tighter. "After it was over, I was so ashamed. He was never going to want me, not like he would in my fantasy. I suppose I knew it all along. I wasn't anything like the worldly, leggy fashion models that hung on his every word. He wanted your wife as a toy, Billy. A wide-eyed, gullible, married woman that he could make his pet for a while. A wife whose husband loaned her to him, one who nearly forgot it was only a loan. I did want him, Billy. I couldn't tell you before, but I was almost ready to give up everything for him - you, our life together, our families, friends, even my job with Charles. I never asked him though. I never hinted or pushed for it. I'd have made such a fool of myself if I had. I guess I always knew that. I want you, Billy, not him. I know that now. Can you forgive me?"

"I already have, Kate - a long time ago," I assure her. "And it's not like I didn't encourage you at times when you were with other men. And even when it wasn't encouragement, I couldn't hide that it excited me. We went down this rabbit hole together, and managed to climb out with our marriage intact. I need to know, Kate. Be honest with me. Do you think we can do this without repeating our past mistakes?"

Kate keeps her gaze on the floor, never taking a second to peer up at me. We all wait for her answer, but soon realize she doesn't have one, at least one she will volunteer. The room's thick with silence. The endless wait to hear her voice gnaws at me. Kate and I seem to shrink before him. The long silence spawns a nagging shame; I feel like a little boy in this tiny, skintight T-shirt that exposes everything below my waist, but more than that, we've exposed the privacy of our past to this stranger. He's watched Kate's body respond to his touch, and has listened to the shameless confession of her infidelities. I've confessed my own arousal as Kate rode the immense, relentless cocks of the men who took her without the slightest hint of resistance. Now we've put ourselves in Gabriel's hands without being threatened or blackmailed as we had in the past.

Breigha's sultry voice wells up inside me again. "She still lives for a cock that puts yours to shame, Billy, one attached to a man who knows how to fuck her. Do you know how desperately she wants a potent man's thriving, vigorous sperm inside her hungry little pussy, Billy? She's thinking that, right now, as she holds your hand. If you could only read her, this instant, as I can - her disappointment with you, and the mix of anger and pity she has for you. It's your ultimate failure, Billy. Who do you think it will be? Who will win her, own her? Who will be the f a t h e r of your mismatched marriage's offspring? Who, Billy, who?"

I'm shaking so badly that Kate notices and turns to face me with so many questions in her eyes. She can't possibly know how Breigha has managed to infect me. I glance down over her perfect body and wonder how I was ever able to share it. I've never needed to possess her more. A sudden fit of jealousy overwhelms me, but its companion remains - the unrelenting obsession to see her fucked by the brutish satyrs she constantly dreams about; to watch her pretty face contort with mouth open, her eyes rolling upward under fluttering lids. "If you let them use her, she'll always come back to you," Breigha whispers. "I don't know why, but your little whore loves you."

"To be honest, I don't think you have much choice, Bill," Gabriel tells me after hearing me voice my fears. "You are what you are at heart, a man with a wife whose physical presence is so superior to yours that your only recourse is to eroticize her needs and accept them. When men see your wife, and then see you beside her, they recognize this immediately. Kate's innocence is transparent to the right men, revealing a core of sexual deprivation that simmers beneath it. Those men know the second they meet her that she'll open her legs for them. The best you can do is to let her have her way with the men she needs, then be glad she comes back to you. The worst is that you let her go, lose her to one of them. How else would you ever be able to endure it? It's true, isn't it Bill? You let men fuck her so you can keep her. Say it so that we can move forward with no misunderstanding."

Breigha's voice wells up in me again. "Don't be such a silly little boy. Just admit it. Imagine the power it gives Kate, you in your little-boy shirt, accepting your place so far below her. Imagine how wet she'll be when your willing confession reaches her ears."

Her voice is more than mere words in my head; it settles in my gut and my balls, pushing me, controlling me. The exotic, mesmerizing enchantress knows me all too well.

"She is - everything you say," I tell Gabriel. "I know they see her as a sexy, 'available' wife. I don't don't doubt that they wonder why she's with me, or why she'd ever marry me. Kate's aware of how her body has changed, and how it draws stares from most men. In a way, I'm proud of that; I have the woman so many men want. I wish it was easier, though. When their eyes roam over her body, I can tell they all want to fuck her. But I have no choice if I want to keep her - and I have to keep her. I love her. I have for so many years."

"Oooooh, so sweet of you, Billy. And while so many men try to fuck her, your little thing is still soooo hard for your little whore...", Breigha coos inside me.

I wish she'd stop. Each of Breigha's haunting words slices into me, takes a piece of me, and leaves me less certain our past won't repeat itself. Gabriel sees what other men see the second they meet us - a mismatch, a woman who needs the kind of sex she knows Alpha males offer, and a husband who fails to provide it. None of this is new to me - all of it is true. But I feel gutted after Gabriel recognizes my repressed anxiety and shines a light on it. It's the first time one of "those' men has dispassionately dissected and castrated me in a way that legitimizes Kate's infidelity. Without threats or intimidation, Gabriel succeeds in owning us more than any man has in the past.

"So, we go forward," he says. He retrieves his phone and touches its surface a few times as though it's a practiced progression for what's to come. "Step away from him, to the side just a bit, Kate. Yes, good. Now, raise your hand a little. A little more. Perfect."

Kate does as he asks. The leash tightens and the harness tugs at my balls. A constant ache rises through my groin and belly, and I can't contain a quiet groan. She must hear it, but keeps the leash taught as she stares at his phone. My body stiffens, but I'm determined to ignore the pain. "Good boy," Breigha's ghostly voice whispers.

"Shoulders back, Kate," he instructs. "Spread your legs a bit and plant your feet firmly on the floor - yes, very nice. Chest out, Kate - show me those beautiful breasts. Oh, they are so deliciously perfect. Now, on the count of three, just a light tug on the leash. And no smiles, you two. I want 'seriously sexy', not a family portrait. One, two, three..."

Kate's tug is harder than I expect, and I grimace as the camera flash blinds me. The pain is worse now, and the camera captures it, again and again. I imagine how we look - a stunning, naked wife proudly displaying her leashed husband in his 'little-boy' shirt and ball harness. She's an exquisite model of femdom, trussing her husband's genitals tightly imprisoned within leather. His testicles are made vulnerable to her whims, his penis now useless, a meager, hardened spike of flesh sprouting above the tightly laced leather. Her husband's cockhead wets the leather as it drools, a sign of his sacrifice, begging her to accept it. I cringe at the thought, but still feel my dick throb and swell.

The ache diminishes when she lowers her hand to her hip and poses, but it's still there, a reminder of what he wants from us. Why the photos? Who might see them? Why had we agreed to it? "To please me, of course," an invisible Breigha sighs. "A contribution to our Game, from you and your little slut." As much as I try to chase them away, her words continue to excite me. I can imagine how one would see the photo of Kate and me, an exquisitely naked wife, proud to show that she owns her husband's genitals and holds them prisoner.

Flash. Flash.

Less pain now. I turn to look at her, staring at a body no man can resist touching, fondling, fucking. She turns away from me, head arched back, a hand fixed on her bare hip, eyes lifted to the ceiling, proud, arrogant. Possessor of her husband's manhood, demanding he comply, the fate of his fragile, leather-wrapped genitals cruel payment if he resists.

Flash. Flash.

She faces the camera again, spreads her feet apart, and bends slightly at the knees. Her pussy yawns open; she's dripping wet there, inner lips glistening, the entrance to her core offered freely to the lens. And she's smiling for him. Well, maybe just a grin - but a wild-eyed, ferocious one.

Flash. Flash.

Kate's hand trails between her legs. It's the wrist where my leash is fastened. She extends her middle finger, slides it down over her clit, and buries it inside her hole. Her daring move sends an electric shiver of pain into my groin; each inch, each deep plunge of her finger works the leash and threatens to strangle my balls. I move closer to escape the pain and my hip touches the silky skin of this woman I now barely know. It surprises her, but she welcomes my heat. When her hand closes over the exposed head of my dick, I thrust my hips into it, wetting her palm with pre-come. She uses her finger, now soaked with her juices, to gather the glob of pre-come onto the tip and sucks it into her mouth. The corners of her mouth curve upward; the tip of her tongue flicks over her lips, cleaning them of my sticky residue. The camera closes in on her face and she plays to it, eyes wide, tongue slithering, reptilian, sinister, eager to consume and obliterate her husband's seed.

Flash. Flash. Flash.

When she falls to her knees, it's as though the leash might rip my balls from my body. There's a sudden surge of lightning-like agony, then the deep ache after I'm f o r c e d to drop to my knees beside her. She masturbates there, furiously, ignoring me. Her body collapses forward at the waist when she comes, her cheek now resting on the carpet, eyes closed, moaning, drooling, her slurred words incoherent and unending.

Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.

He records her orgasm, a brief video of her writhing, moaning body, and her slow, panting recovery on the floor. Does it include her naked husband as well, my throbbing erection tied to her wrist? I imagine where the photos might be seen, and the men he might give them to, as gifts, or as invitations to use the willing husband's wife. The video would be irresistible bait for any living, breathing man. How could he not want to plunge his cock into my sweet Kate after watching it?

The ache between my legs should wake me from this scene of perversion, but as I watch Kate recover, thoughts of giving her body to other men continue to excite me. Is Breigha right? Is she too perfect for me? That I have no right to own her, or to give her away? The conflict tears me apart - loving her, but staring in awe at the perfect object of both sex and beauty before me. God, my cock is still drooling, and I fear he already owns her supple flesh.

"Ahhh, now you understand," Breigha's voice whispers. "But never fear - we have such pleasures in store for both of you. Just...surrender yourselves...to your dreams. And you do have the most delicious dreams. Such deeply depraved ones from the likes of you and your little slut. We devour them when they ooze from you like warm, sweet, sticky honey."

"We'll be seeing much more of each other Kate," Gabriel tells her, finally. "But our game has come to an end tonight. It's rewarding to see your enthusiasm for it, and your husband's as well. If you both agree that this mere sample tonight is what the three of us might become, I'm asking for your voluntary cooperation in one additional way."

He reaches for a glistening, black wooden box on the table beside him, opens it, and retrieves two ivory figurines, carved in the likenesses of a nude man and woman. The male is kneeling with head bowed, its hands clasped over his genitals. The female's thighs are spread, her head thrown back in ongoing ecstasy. Her full breasts extend outward, begging to be mauled. Together, they're glaring opposites - chastity versus ravenous heat. He hinges back the head of the male figure revealing a compartment within.

"I find a daily ritual becomes an offering of your willingness to play your parts," he tells us. He tilts the male figure and taps it until a single tablet falls into his palm. "Kate, every morning, you'll place one of these in your husband's mouth. Bill, you'll swallow it obediently. You'll find it diminishes any remaining anxiety about surrendering Kate's body to me; it imparts a useful submissiveness on your part. Kate's part will be to feed it to you purposefully, every day, enthusiastically ensuring its effects.

"You'll find the gradual loss of erectile function will be an unfortunate side effect, but Kate's sex life outside your marriage will continue to excite you - possibly even more than in the past. You see, now your ********** won't be based on fear or threats. It's an open door you and Kate can walk through at any time. I think you'll find it much more intoxicating as a willing participant, one who gets off knowing his sweet wife is getting the cock she needs, whenever she needs it."

"So, I won't be able to have sex with her, at all?" I ask. "I'm not sure I can agree to that, at least not for very long. I know all too well what that's like..."

Gabriel simply ignores my protest as he offers the pill to Kate. She takes it between her thumb and finger, examines it closely, then presses it against my lips.

"For me? Please, Billy?" she begs.

"We'll try it," I tell her, maybe for just a while." She smiles when I swallow it. I try to convince myself it may make giving her body up to him easier. He promised I'd be less nervous and frustrated, so..."

Gabriel opens the female figurine, tips it to the side, and extends his palm toward me. I stare at the innocuous-looking little tablet and imagine its effect on Kate. I've seen the obsession grow in her in the past and consider how our inescapable obligations to Charles nurtured and amplified it. I tell myself this may be different - no obligations, "no harm, no foul" if we opt out, as Gabriel promised. Thoughts of Kate in his hands, in his arms, under his immense body, penetrated repeatedly by his intimidating cock - God, how completely Kate's needs would be met and how thankful she'd be.

"Bill, every morning, you'll place one of these in your wife's mouth. Kate, you'll swallow it obediently, gladly. It's a proven kind of birth control. Your fantasy may be to find a man to sire your offspring, and I know how grateful you'd be, but I'm not willing to accept those kinds of responsibilities, even for a deliciously desperate little wife like you. A fortunate side effect is the explosion of increased libido you'll experience. Now, maybe Bill can provide some selfless relief for you in other ways, but he won't be able to satisfy your craving for cock while he's unable to get a decent erection. He'll likely accept the ways you find relief, from me, or other men you find irresistible. He may even get off on what you become. But for you, the craving for cock will become an obsession, day and night, as long as you choose to play The Game."

I take the pill, place it between Kate's lips, and push it gently into her waiting mouth. She swallows immediately and smiles warmly at me. God, she's so fucking irresistible when she's like this. She wants every bit of it. My s u b m i s s i o n, and her unending cravings.

Gabriel hands us the figurines and we take them. They're slightly heavy, still warm from his touch, their circumference too large to close a single hand around. Mine seems to cower in my hand, its genitals hidden in shame, while Kate's projects a shameless greed for the orgasm that overwhelms it.

"I believe we're the last to leave. I'll see you out, and I look forward to more of our game."

The house is strangely quiet and empty as we leave. Gabriel hands Kate the T-shirt she wore earlier. It's a mere scrap of flimsy material in his beefy hand.

"Our clothes?" I ask as he holds the door for us. "We can't drive back without our clothes."

He scans Kate's body, then mine with a smug smile. We're on display again, and this time it's chilling.

"Taking the game out into the world adds a dimension that transcends what we do in private. No one's likely to notice - it's very late, and if you're careful finding your way home, you won't have to explain why you're driving your pretty wife through the streets while you're both half-naked. It's actually a small introduction to what I have planned for the three of us."

"We won't risk exposing ourselves like this where we can be seen, if that's your plan, Gabriel," I warn him. "We value our privacy now more than ever. We have our limits, and you promised you'd respect them."

"Oh, dear boy, I'd never parade you in public as you appear now. It would be indecent, and possibly illegal. The magic of The Game is bringing your most guarded fantasies to life in the most imaginative ways possible. There's such perverse magic in indulging erotic behavior discreetly in public. It's the tacit, guilt-free confession of a couple's infidelity to strangers; infidelity your wife craves, and infidelity her husband willingly accepts. Might they witness some scrap of evidence that your wife sluts in full view of her husband? Would it excite or disgust them? The conflict burns like fire in your gut. But your gut sends the message lower, between your legs where your desire overwhelms any shame or impropriety. I believe you recognize it - you know it's true, don't you?"

I think of how the policeman who stopped us on our way here stared at Kate's breasts. I imagine how a second officer might order us from the car on our way home tonight. He jokes about my harness, then orders Kate to strip. I'm cuffed to the car door while he makes me watch him bend Kate over the hood and fuck her ass. It's a dark side street, and I pray that another car doesn't pass us. Kate moans and pushes back against his raging cock. He grunts as he cums in her, then grins and shakes his head as he pulls out of her. "The little slut loves it, pal," he tells me. He looks down at my drooling erection trapped in the harness and laughs. "Now I see why."

Gabriel takes Kate in his huge arms one more time and kisses her deeply. She's so tiny there wrapped in his arms. I hear her whimper into his mouth and see her perfect body tremble. She's never wanted a man more, and it makes my gut churn. I ache for her - my sweet, beautiful wife - the love of my life. And yet her hunger for him keeps me hard. I shouldn't want this, but I do. If only he'd put his cock in her...

"Tonight is your token of admission to The Game," he says, after releasing her and offering her back to me. "I'll keep your clothes. Consider it an equitable trade for what you're about gain."

BRAVO

It's wonderful that there's finally a sequel. And it turned out wonderfully. I am excited which way it will continue. My cuckold cock was constantly hard while reading. Thanks
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