The Game - Sequel to The Key

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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Thanks for reading, guys. It's rewarding to know you're enjoying it. Chapter 11 coming up...

Don

The Game - Chapter 11


"I know how you love seeing him 'do things' to me. And you know how I love doing those things. Still, it's up to you, sweetie. But I'm sure he has so much more in store for us, Billy. So much more. He can take us so many places we've never been. So, what do you want to do? Tell me, Billy. Tell me."

I remember her words so well after he left us, and the expression on her face as we sat together in the very room where she had stripped and straddled him. It was an expression of both satisfaction and hope. She was still naked except for the black Mary Janes and frilly socks, still wearing the sheen of his sweat and semen. The images played in my head in slow motion - her hand guiding him into her, her arms clutching his wide shoulders as she lowered her perfect, round ass down over his cock. That thick, dark stalk disappearing into her, inch after inch, spreading her pussy lips to accommodate it. The echoes of her pleading that she wanted more of it, begging him to do to her what I can't. She held my hand after he left, trying to ease my fears and suspicions, doing her best to draw me in and keep me in The Game.

Gabriel had demanded I give the harness to him then and there, outside in the freezing night. They both watched me struggle while I tried to remove it in the icy darkness. After surrendering it to him, my erection deflated quickly in the cold as Gabriel fondled her breasts and belly. I'll never forget Kate's surprised look as she watched it shrink to a tiny stub.

What did I want to do? I tried to find an answer as images of Kate in Gabriel's hands refused to fade. Did I want to see all of it again? Did I want him to have access to Kate's body as if it belonged to him? Did I want to play the role of "cuckold" in The Game as though I was made for it? My need to cum for my beautiful wife was overwhelming. I'd have done anything, said anything, for relief.

"Oh, my sweet boy," Breigha's disembodied voice whispers from the ceiling, briefly interrupting the soft music that drifted over us. "You know what you want, Billy. It's what you've always wanted. Your stunning trophy wife by your side in public, and a slut wife who privately chooses real men to fill her tight little pussy. You want this more than anything. His cock is so much bigger than yours, and he's so much better at fucking her with it. It reaches places inside her yours could never hope to go. You've seen it, Billy - his powerful, black body against her creamy white skin, fucking your pretty little wife the way she's always needed to be fucked. He's the perfect man's man. Confident. Handsome. Wealthy. Her Dream Man. I have ways of making you submit, Billy, but honestly, I don't think it's necessary. You'll do it for Kate, and in those moments when the angst gives you pause, my breath in your ear will bring you peace. Give her to him. Tell her she's his, to obey, to suck, to fuck. Put a smile on your pretty wife's face, and know you've done the right thing."

"I - I want this, Kate." The words erupted from me as though Breigha had f o r c e d them from my body. "I want to see him fuck you - the way you always wanted, the way we both know I can't. I want watch you enjoy his powerful body against you with his thick cock inside you, making you moan, making you cum. I'm in The Game, Kate, as your willing but anxious husband. Let him take us where we've never been. It's what we both want."

Suddenly, Kate straddled me where I sat and took my face in her hands. I could feel the cool wetness between her legs against me. Her loving stare was inescapable; it made me shiver with desire for her.

"If I had only been honest with you, Billy," she whispered close to my ear. "I loved you minutes after we met. But the first time we made love, I had hoped there would be more. I can tell you that now because I know you'll understand. When Gabriel puts his hands on me, tells me I'm his and fucks me, I finally have the kind of sex I've always dreamed of. But I do think of you while he has me - I really do. It's that look you get, the look of wonder, like a small, curious c h i l d. It's your need to love me, even in the arms of another man. Knowing you worship every line and curve of my body now, so much more than ever before. Yes, Billy - there are so many more places he can take us. Now I know you'll follow Gabriel and me, the three of us together, willingly, eagerly, along any path he chooses..."

Kate wedged her hand between us and lowered it to my now-flaccid dick. She plucked the head from between my legs, stretched it upward on its deflated, rubbery stalk, and rolled it lovingly with her fingertips.

"...even if you can't use this to show me. I don't mind that it's not at all like his. It's exactly what I need you to be now. In our game with Gabriel, husbands don't fuck. They can't. You happily watch men like him fuck your wife for you. And your wife loves you for your generous sacrifice. Oh! I think you're getting a tiny bit hard! Are you Billy?"


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"Does it upset you? That he takes me out some nights after I close the shop? I know it's only supposed to be a physical thing between us, but I like the little things he does in public to seduce me before we go back to the shop and have sex. It's not something I do behind your back - I always tell you what happens, Billy. You love hearing the details about where we go and how he fucks me, don't you?"

It's one of the nights when I stay over at the shop after we go out. I'm lying on the bed with my back propped up against the headboard, watching her unbutton her blouse and slip out of the tiny skirt she's worn during our visit to a local pub. Her body seems to get more enticing every day now - more perfectly formed, more flawless and constantly ready for sex. Is her time with Gabriel changing her? Is she somehow becoming the woman Gabriel invents when she's with him? The pretty wife who will do anything, even in public, for the kind of sex she can't get in her marriage? When memories of our past intrude, I cringe when I question whether the changes may be permanent. Is the slut Charles created an irrevocable part of her now? Possibly forever?

She strips off her black panties, tosses them aside, and turns to me, waiting for my answer. She's naked and devastatingly luscious. My wife, but not mine. Now not mine to fuck.

"It's - not about fucking, Kate," I say, finally, as I stare at her. "It's the dating thing, I guess. I do get jealous when I think of him as your, well, 'boyfriend'. Do you see him that way, at least at times?"

Her expression blanks for a second, then changes to the familiar, sympathetic face I know. She crawls onto the bed, rests between my legs, and smiles at me as she fishes for my dick inside my pants. She tuggs the waistband down and pulls them off, exposes my relentlessly flaccid dick, and coaxes the head into her mouth. I shiver, but there's not a hint of an erection, and she gives up after a few frustrating minutes.

"He's not my 'boyfriend, silly," she tells me, smiling at me across my belly. "God - he's nothing like that! He's more of a mentor, a very intoxicating master. In a way, he's the part of you I need that has never existed - a powerful, controlling figure who takes me and demands my s u b m i s s i o n. He's a sexual satyr that continuously lusts for me, never tires, and is blessed with the physical means to satisfy me in ways I've never known before. The two of you together are everything I could ever want in a man. You love me with every fiber of your being, and he fucks me in ways that make my love for you more complete. He's a machine, Billy, one I can't buy or easily find. Mere passing thoughts of his cock at work during the day make me so wet. I hope you can accept that."

It's a confession that doesn't surprise me, but one that makes me even more desperate to satisfy her physical needs. I'm relieved that it isn't one of disappointment or derision. In fact, her tone is loving, straying into sexy teasing when she emphasizes "machine", "thoughts of his cock", and "so wet". It excites me with a nervous tension, a burning desire to fuck her. Yet, as her wide, bright, promising eyes lock onto mine, my dick fails to rise to the occasion.

Kate crawls closer between my spread legs and straddles me, one smooth, firm thigh on each side of my lap. I'm surprised by how soaked she is. Her pooling juices are damp and cool on my belly as she wriggles her hips tightly against me. Her engorged pussy lips find the nub of my dick and envelop it between them until the head finally slips just inside her entrance. I have nothing to stroke with, nothing to fill her except an inch of useless, rubbery glans. She's still for a while, seemingly satisfied that she's captured all I have to give.

"It's fine, Billy," Kate assures me. "I've told you before, I like you like this, remember? My sweet husband, accepting his inability to satisfy me, so incredibly aroused when another man can make so many of my dirty dreams come true? And there are so many of them - fantasies I've never told you about - how very bad men use your wife's body in unspeakable ways. Until they want me again. And Again. And again. It's Gabriel, Billy. He's all those men in a single huge, irresistible package. You probably think it's just his cock. But it's all of him. A confident, masculine, dominating wall of hard, glistening, ebony muscle. Hardly a 'boyfriend', Billy. Hardly just a cock. He owns my body, Billy. He owns it because I let him own it, because I want him to own it. But he's not evil. He doesn't use my body to collect our debt or keep us fearfully loyal like Charles did. He uses my body because you and I joined The Game, willingly. We need The Game, Billy. You need it as much as I do. To mend the broken parts of our marriage. To heal us. To recognize and accept who and what we are now. We need a man like Gabriel in our life. I need his cock, and you need to watch the kind of woman I can be in his hands. You can't honestly deny it. You can't."

I break my gaze away from hers and stare into my lap. "I know, Kate - this isn't 'then'. And I can't deny it excites me to see you in his hands. And our talks like this do comfort me, mostly. Taking on the part of the impotent, cuckolded husband is, well, 'emptying', though. I have no say about what he does with you. I have no control over the 'rules' he proposes. It's all or nothing. Either I play the part according to his direction, or choose to take us out of The Game entirely. You've said you'd agree to that, if I insist. But you'd blame me for it. Sex with me would likely be rare or nonexistent because of the blame. So, I can choose to believe you and keep you by my side in the future, or object, extract us from The Game against your wishes, and pay dearly for my 'selfish' decision. It's a fine line I'm treading. I worry that he'd want to keep you if he gets to know you as I do, and that you'd find the sex is something you can't live without. Is there the slightest possibility you'd want a life with him?"

Kate puts her hands on my shoulders and leans back with a look of total disbelief. "With Gabriel??? Sweetie, he's an incredibly beautiful man who uses your wife for sex. I know you love me, but why would he ever want to 'be' with me the way you do, as his girlfriend or his wife? That's not who he is. He doesn't want to live with me in a nice house in the suburbs with three kids and a dog. Your male pride might blind you to it, but as a woman, I see him as an impressively built, confident man with extraordinary sexual prowess and vigor. I see him as a perfectly designed sex machine; chest, shoulders, arms, legs, and yes, a cock, that is so rare, so tantalizing, few women can resist him - even married women. He's charming and exotic on the surface, but under the skin, he's an indefatigable, lust-driven master of women's deepest sexual desires. He doesn't intend to take your wife from you, Billy. He intends to show you your wife's true potential while you stand by and take in the sight and sound of it. We'll grow from this, Billy. Imagine what a fearless couple we could be. A future with so many shameless possibilities - once we become what The Game opens in us."

"You will, you know, Billy..." Breigha whispers in my head, "...become the parts you play. Oh, my dear boy, don't fumble about, trying to find a path of escape. You're already halfway there. There will be twists and turns, but no offramps for you and your hungry little whore. Still, know that I'll be with you on your journey while Gabriel consumes your tender piece of wife-meat, bit, by bit, by bit. Surrender your fears and doubts to me, Billy, and I'll replace your suffering with ecstasy. You'll see the ravishment of your Kate in a blissful paradise, one that delivers a lascivious euphoria unlike any you've ever known. Empty yourself into me, Billy. You'll find such peace in my generosity."

Kate runs her hands over my chest and slithers down between my legs, her exquisite face now inches from my crotch. I feel her hands on me, testing my dick, her fingertips gently probing my balls - examining me there with amused interest. There's a glint of 'bad girl' in her eyes, and a barely detectible rise in the corners of her mouth.

"I never realized they could be so...different," she murmurs. She's rolling my balls delicately in her fingers, probing, exploring. I gasp when she captures them within a tight circle using her thumb and finger, slowly testing how far she can stretch them downward, away from my body.

"Does that hurt you? Playing with them like this?"

"It's - mostly that I imagine what the pain might be. If you - if you're not careful. But no, not now."

"Good. I've never taken the time to do this with you - I mean, play with your balls like this. Not really. It's very hot, holding them like this, like I own them, at least for a while. These are what make a man a man. All that testosterone swirling and boiling inside them, the stuff that makes you want to fuck me - all of what excites you when you see me in Gabriel's hands. Gabriel and his big cock. That excites you too, doesn't it? Its size, its shape, the contrast of its dark presence against my belly when it enters me? When it enters your wife? Tell me it does, Billy. Tell me..."

"It - it does, Kate. It shouldn't, but it does. Just hearing you say these things...it's almost too much. Too much because I'd do anything to fuck you. Anything. But, I can't. Because he's..."

"Yes, baby. He's fucking me, and he's seen to it that you can't. But you do want to play your part, don't you? Giving me to him? Giving me up to him. Seeing me naked with him? Watching him make me cum? The three of us together, playing the parts we've been given? I know it's your fantasy too, Billy. A fantasy that can redeem us, and deliver us from our past."

"You're right, Kate. It's nothing like our past. We're not in danger, and I don't see Gabriel as a threat to our marriage. But sometimes the thought of you giving him pleasure day after day, any time and any way he wants, while you've abandoned our sex life - it's the attention you give him, and the lack of it you give me, as if you don't miss sex with me at all. It's not jealousy - it's a kind of sensory deprivation. There's this empty space in me, a constant, nagging, craving for something just out of reach. Sex, Kate. Sex with you."

"But, sweetie, it's not just me - it's you too; you agreed to this. Your fantasy is to have me fuck someone like Gabriel. To watch him 'take' me. To surrender my body to him as an impotent, submissive husband would. You told me that a long time ago. But I do miss making love with you, Billy. I miss having you inside me, kissing me, cumming with me. But for now, you know Gabriel's pills won't let you get hard. The Game requires that you play that part. If I could make you feel better, give you some relief, even a little, even once, I would, sweetie. I'd do anything for you. Just ask. Just tell me what I can do."

"You - you said that, Gabriel's balls were, um, 'different' than mine."

Kate looks at me and smiles with instant awareness. She finds my dick, plucks it from between my legs, and slips the head into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue caresses it, begging for a response. But there is none, at least not a physical one. But I'm shuddering with thoughts of how Gabriel fills her mouth. Her lips stretched wide, but she still can't possibly take all of him. I imagine how she moans when sucking him - sucking the cum out of him. Performing for him. His slut. His receptacle. His willing, shameless, wife-meat.

She pauses now and then, just long enough to paint fantasies in my head as she explores my dick and balls with her probing fingers.

"Mmmm - yessssss - MUCH 'different'" she purrs. "They are bigger. Heavier in my hands. All that potent sperm, waiting so impatiently to meet your wife." There's something about Kate referring to herself in the third person that surprises me, as though it's Breigha speaking to me through her. Breigha's influence on Kate is unmistakable, but does she occupy a space in Kate's head, just as she does in mine?

The she's sucking me again, bringing my erection out of its hibernation, but not by much. The head awakens first - the flaring glans too sensitive for more than a few seconds of teasing at a time. I quiver and moan helplessly when she circles the outer ridge with her tongue, then bores and twirls the tip into the sensitive, slitted opening.

Then her eyes are on me again, peering into me. She smiles sweetly as she goes on.

"Oh, sweetie, he's almost too big for me to do this to him. Big, thick - SO hard in my mouth! He calls me such dirty names, too. Slut whife, cheating whore, his delicious little cunt. Mmmm, yes, it's degrading. But then I want to be all those things, for him, only for him. I've never liked the word 'cunt', but when Gabriel says it, I want him to own it. To fill it with his hard cock."

Then her lips close softly around the head again, sucking, twisting, kissing it with little suction-like sounds. She engulfs more of it, this time using her tongue as a weapon, lashing, probing, then penetrating the opening more
f o r c e f u l l y with a twirling motion that sends an electric shock down through my balls. I groan and shudder. Her eyes are on mine as she watches me respond. She's smiling sweetly, pleased with her control over me, happy that I endure her frustrating actions and words. Thrilled that she's made me want Gabriel in her bed, and in her pussy.

"Ohhhh, yessss, I do want him," she says as if she can read my mind. "I cum so hard on his thick cock, Billy. You want it too, don't you? Seeing him take me, play with me, fuck me. Fuck your 'loving' wife? Watching my orgasms, ones like you've never seen before? I know I can't make you cum when you're this limp - but I can show you I care, Billy. With my mouth. Licking and sucking you. Telling you about my time with him. Think about what I'm telling you, Billy. My body in his strong, powerful hands. My mouth on his mouth, then my lips on his cock. Taking all that thick, potent sperm down my throat, into my belly. Picture it, Billy; you want it too. It's all real - all true. And I want so much more of him..."

She closes her lips over the head of my dick again, gently moving over it, in and out, slowly, then faster as she gages my response. I feel her hand lightly cup my balls - her fingers roll and tug at them with loving care and sympathy. Then she hums, with my awakened cockhead still between her lips. The long, low vibrations travel through me. Kate's wordless message sweeps away our past and welcomes our future. Now I believe her body may belong to Gabriel, but she'll always be my bride. MY Kate...

It's then I feel it - the building tension mounting in my belly, then the uncontrollable contractions that expel my long-held reserve of semen. It seems to gush out of me again and again in a series of rampant, shattering releases. Kate swallows it. All of it. Without a pause. Without any effort. Just d r i n k i n g it like her chamomile tea.

I settle and recover while she climbs onto my chest and cuddles.

"Better?" she asks, hopefully.

I sigh, then run my hand through her hair and down along her bare back, then over the firm round, curve of her ass. It's so smooth, so warm to the touch. I can't help imagining the ivory, pale expanse of flesh stroked and fondled by Gabriel's huge, dark hands.

"Better," I answer. "Um, sorry about so much of it. I should have warned you...I didn't know it was about to happen..."

"Billy, it was nothing. I'm used to much more..."

"From Gabriel, I guess."

"Of course, from Gabriel. You know what he's like. I've told you how 'different' he is. Anyway, you weren't even hard, so yours was just a few little dribbles this time. Did it feel like a lot to you?"

"It's - been so long, Kate. I guess I was lost in the moment. Maybe I just imagined that part. But yes, it felt like it went on forever. It felt like you were emptying me."

Kate giggles and gives me a quick peck on my cheek. Her fingetip crawls casually over the overly-sensitive head of my dick. It makes my belly contract in short, quick spasms. I imagine she's secretly comparing it to Gabriel's - that my impotence is a convenient favor, his timely gift while he fucks her. She stares past me, a vacant smile on her face. Pleased? Ever grateful for Gabriel's 'gift' of his cock? Or, his 'gift' of my impotence? Maybe both?

Her velvety voice drifts upward from my chest where she rests. "I still liked making my husband cum though. I know you needed it, and I do want to make you happy. But Billy, I didn't know men could cum when they're, um, 'soft'. I had no idea it was possible. I just thought you'd like me to show you I would, if you could get hard like before..."

There's something little-girlish about her tone. Youthful. Innocent. Inquisitive. Exquisitely tantalizing. I remember her as she was when we met, as she looked in her wedding dress the day she was finally mine. Suddenly, my reminiscing is interrupted by my imagined image of Kate's expression, one of arousing awe as she grasps Gabriel's towering erection with both hands and watches the fountain of semen erupt from its bulbous head.

After I chase the intrusion away, it comes to me that everything Kate is to me today is a confluence of my bride-to-be and the woman Charles recognized when they first met. Her fantasies were never as innocent as I imagined. Men of all ages had forever hungered for her body. And her body has never really been mine. Had Charles changed her, or had I never known the real Kate?

"I had no idea either, Kate," I tell her. "It's only because it's you, it's all you."

She kisses my chest, lays her head against me again, and we fall into a restful s l e e p.


~ End Chapter 11 ~

I think it's great how Kate showed her love for Billy at the end of the chapter, and how exquisitely you rendered it, Don. It will be very interesting to see if there are any "complications" for Gabriel as the story progresses.

Thanks, Mr Fire - much appreciated! I'm not sure "complications" bother the invincible Gabriel much. He's intelligent, experienced, and probably has had his pick of a long line of horny wives. OTOH, Kate and Bill have weathered complications in the past, but this is new territory. The ethereal Breigha has fixed herself in Bill's head with Aidan's complicit encouragement. She's also tweaked Kate's predelection for a man like Gabriel. Has she sent Gabriel as the messenger of looming temptation and indulgence? Though historically, Gabriel's trumpet resurrected the dead, and announced the apocalypse. But this can't be that story, can it?

Chapter 12 is coming up.

Don

The Game - Chapter 12


Kate's promise to tell me about her every encounter with Gabriel was mostly kept. It wasn't that she intended to keep some of them secret; she'd tell me eventually, usually after a busy week. He'd arrive at her shop at lunch time, she'd close for and hour, and he'd fuck her in the upstairs bedroom. At first it was once a week, but gradually became more often due to Gabriel's increasing fascination with Kate's submissive nature. There were "dates" as well - an early evening dinner at an upscale restaurant now and then, or d r i n k s together in a dark corner of an after-hours jazz club before he brought her back to the shop and put his cock in her. All of it spawned fantasies that both excited me and twisted my gut into knots - for all kinds of reasons.

"Sweetie - we don't 'do' anything in public," she tells me on one of the nights I spend in her bed at the shop. We're naked, lying next to each other. She does her best to get me hard, only to fail again. I hear her surrender a familiar sigh, and she moves her hand upward to my chest, stroking it softly. An apology? Pity? Or, merely dispassionate acceptance of the familiar effect Gabriel's pills have on me.

"I mean, yes, we have dinner together, and he likes to show me off to strangers, but not where people we know would see us. Yes, it does please him that a few strangers might assume he's fucking someone's wife. From what I've seen though, most of them just assume I'm his wife. Why wouldn't they? I always wear my wedding ring, and he's attentive and affectionate. My only concern is the seductive outfits he has me wear. I doubt most husbands would find them appropriate; I'm sure you'd be wary of me attracting too much attention from other men. They may look, but they're not going to flirt or stare too long when an intimidating man like Gabriel is there beside me."

"I don't understand why you'd do that for him, Kate. In public? It's like something Charles would have done. Charles dressed you like a hooker for his friends and accomplices, remember? He gave you to his 'friends' as a favor, or their reward for God knows what. Is that what Gabriel's planning? Has he already? Would you tell me?"

"He's not doing any of that, Billy. I'd tell you if he wanted that. But it does awaken something in me - the excitement of a wife's forbidden fantasies of sex with a hung, dominant man like Gabriel. You imagine me like that in your fantasies, don't you, Billy? You do. I know you do. Seeing his arm around me when the three of us are out in public together? Knowing some might wonder if later I'll have Gabriel's cock in me instead of my husband's? I've seen that look you get, that 'tell' that reveals how my husband, the only man in our little trio who wears a matching wedding band, defers to him when he puts his hands on me. It's who we are now. You can't deny it."

I don't have to deny it. Kate's words draw me to her, command me to put my hands on her, to cup and fondle her breasts while I kiss her deeply. And yet, when she explores my lap, she finds the same flaccid nub of flesh that has disappointed her for weeks. I've never wanted to fuck her more desperately, but Gabriel's 'suppliments' assure that I'm unable to even try.

Kate takes my face in her hands and gazes into my eyes with maternal sympathy. My craving for sex fades to a heartfelt awe of her unequalled beauty. "I - I can't help it, Kate," I confess. "I see you as two very different women now - my loving wife on one hand, and on the other, a sex-starved siren that can have any man who lays eyes on her. There are times when I can't tell one from the other - and other times when it's all you in one package - wife, lover, and Gabriel's willing, well, 'piece of ass'."

"Oh, Billy," she answers in a throaty whisper. "My body's his, but not my heart. I love that you let me fuck him. I love that it excites you, and that at times it makes you a little jealous. I can tell, even now. You want to hear, but in a way, you don't - what we do after our 'dates', what he does to me when we're alone, here, in my, um, 'place of business'."

My words won't come. There are so many conjured images of them fucking while I'm back home ********, not knowing. Does she beg for it? Tell him how much better his cock is than mine? Tell him I've never made her cum like he does? Then, after my long, anxious pause...

"Tell me, Kate. What it's like? What - he does to you."

She's smiling, staring at the ceiling, sorting her memories. Censoring them?

"By the time we return to the shop, he's tearing at my clothes, so unbelievably hard for me. Sometimes he can't wait, and we do it on the floor just inside the front door. Then, later, we go upstairs and fuck in my bed, Billy. And each time is better. I just let him take me. And he does, until we're both too exhasurted to fuck. That's all he wants from me. He doesn't stay. He doesn't romance me or hold me afterward. He takes a piss, gets dressed, and leaves. You don't have to worry. That's all I want from him. He's the kind of man who isn't afraid to let you know he's fucking your wife. The kind of man I need to complete me. He's the kind of man who fits our fantasies, Billy."

"He fits your fantasies, Kate - I know that. And he is perfect for the part - so perfect that he frightens me a little. His very presence makes me feel, well, insignificant. It's watching the two of you together, how you're so 'his' then. Yes, it's part of my fantasy. But if I could reclaim you, cum inside you after you're with him, we could do this as a couple, a husband and wife. Even if you're right, that his intentions are purely physical, the way you respond to him makes you, um, 'not-my-wife'. The way you look at him, the way you kiss him, the things you say and the sounds you make while he fucks you - even if it's just while you're fucking - is a shameless abandonment, of me and our marriage."

Kate smiles at me and shakes her head slowly. She strokes my hair with one hand and continues to fondle my lifeless dick with the other. "But sweetie - don't you see? Those same worries and anxieties are what energize The Game; they bring it to life. It's still just a game. If you weren't worried that the man fucking your wife is better than you in bed, your entire fantasy would collapse. Watching him fuck me would be nothing more than jerking off while watching me in some porn movie. He's made you impotent for a reason, Billy, to give you your cuckold fantasy while he fucks your wife. And you should know, I love fucking him just as much as I love seeing you crave sex with me, every sinlge day we play."

"So, you like seeing me like this? Frustrated? Wanting you more and more, but unable to have you? Anxious, jealous, and excited, all at once when I see you with him? But it keeps building, Kate - day, after day, after day. The nervous craving for you. There's no way to rid myself of it. I can't even masturbate anymore."

"So, do you want to stop, Billy? We can. You know we can. But I won't be that woman in your fantasies anymore. We can go back to fucking like before, a night or two a week, safe in our comfy bed. I can be all yours, and I'll even try to cum with you now and then. But you'll know, Billy. You'll know what I need. And you'll know that you can't give me what I dream of. You'll never hear the sounds I make with him. You'll just push into me again and again, and I'll try my best to make you believe. And when we're done, I'll still roll over and dream of men like Gabriel - men so unlike my husband. Men who take me and make me cum like a drooling whore."

"I - I understand what that's like for you now, Kate. I do. If we bow out of The Game, I'm afraid you would never forgive me. I've learned to ignore the suspicions that you might leave me for him, and I rely on my trust in you. Playing the eunich has me running in circles, though. Sometimes I can't envision the end of it."

"It will end, Billy," she assures me. "There will be a day when you're able to find relief, whether it's by making love again or just masturbating. He wants you to earn that day, to sacrifice as he prepares you. He's told me as much. When you're ready, and the pills are gone, you'll look forward to the time I spend with him. You'll wait impatiently for him to open me and push inside me. You'll welcome the return of your erection, despite its size, and you'll be able to cum when I make those sounds you long for while he spews into me. Think of my moans, Billy. The shrill cries of joy you never hear when we have sex. You'll cum, so hard, Billy. He promises you'll finally get to enjoy the orgasms you've missed for so long. And it will be so much more intense than the sex you and I have ever had together."

All this is new to me. Had Gabriel told her this privately, intending to keep it a secret until after I'm off the pills and "converted", accepting my role as "watcher"? Hell, I'm halfway there already. He's aware of our past with Charles - how it broke me, then rewired me to get hard when faced with Kate's promiscuity. He's made his intentions toward Kate very clear - he plans to use her, to fuck her, but nothing beyond that. And I don't object to that. I'm the cuckold husband in The Game, and I play my part as genuinely as I can.

"But why would he want to change me, Kate? Why make me impotent? He's fucking my wife, and I don't interfere. He knows I can't satisfy you like he does. He even knows about our past with Charles. Why would he care as long as I play my part to his satisfaction?"

Kate pauses and looks away, then down at her lap. Her reply is hesitant, barely loud enough to hear. "It's - control, Billy. It's his role, as much as your role is the helpless husband in The Game. But I think it's more than a role to him. It's part of his character - to control, to dominate. He sees me as your innocent, faithful wife, easily corrupted by his dominating presence and captivating masculinity. Maybe it's because of my body and how I dress, or because his instincts tell him I desperately need what he has. But as hard as you try to hide it, he sees every moment of your tentative doubt as a challenge. He gets a whiff of angst in the air, and his instinct is to bend it to his will. It's not enough for him to see you as a hapless husband in The Game; he must see you as 'defeated', and my body as his prize. 'Castrating' you is his tool for that end. When he's certain that he's taken your manhood and you've given me to him willingly, unconditionally, he'll consider it a 'win'. After that, who knows? I don't think there's any other prize for winning; it's simply his opportunity to 'condition' us as a couple and to use your wife's body."

"So, he's planned this, and let you know how he plans to 'win'?"

"It's - not quite that simple, Billy," she tells me reluctantly. "I didn't understand how seriously he took The Game. At least not at first. I reminded him that I care for you, that I love you, and I was afraid that seeing you in pain, even those bits of temporary anguish, was becoming too much for you. I asked if he could do something to make it better for you. I wanted you to enjoy The Game as much as I did. He promised he would, if I tried harder to show you how much, how often, I wanted his cock. I was obsessed with the kind of sex I got from him, so I gave in.

"Gave in, Kate? To what?"

"I never told you, but I called him and offered myself to him like he wanted, every single day. I never knew when he'd show up. It wasn't every day, but it was most days - more often than you knew. But he wanted you to know. He hoped you'd surprise me with a weekday visit and find us fucking in our bed upstairs. He wanted you to think about us fucking, about how much I wanted him, even on days when you were alone at home. I lived with the nervous expectation that he might show up to fuck me so often that my customers might suspect what was going on. But I still enjoyed it, Billy. I was still obsessed with his cock, even on the rare day when he didn't show up."

"But what did he promise to do, Kate? Nothing changed, did it?"

"He promised to take you off the pills after you finished the supply he gave you. He said by then you wouldn't feel the all-consuming need to have sex with me. He said that by the time the pills were gone, you'd be 'conditioned' by their extended effects; your interest in sex would diminish over time, then vanish. After that, you'd be more interested in watching him fuck me and less interested in fucking me yourself. He promised you'd soon be able to get hard again when the pills were gone, but that you wouldn't miss fucking me if you could watch.

"Looking back, I'm sorry to say, the sex with him was so good that for a while I didn't miss having sex with you at all. If your impotence would be cured when the pills were gone like he promised, you'd be fine. Your sex drive would return, gradually, but not before the pills had 'conditioned' you to more easily accept your chastity in The Game. I didn't believe the effects could be permanent - I was sure you'd want sex after being deprived for so long. When you'd want me, we could fuck on weekends when you visit, and I'd get Gabriel's cock through the week. He promised it would make things easier for you, so I let him keep you on the pills until they were gone. In the meantime, while the pills tamed your anxiety and kept you at arm's length, I'd get all the sex I needed from Gabriel. I'm so sorry, Billy. Can you forgive me?"

"It's a game, Kate," I tell her. "I volunteered for this - we both did. We've been caught up in these parts we're playing. Gabriel does things, tells us things, and we react. The important thing is, these are just fantasies - games. We know where they come from, and why we're playing."

Kate listens and thinks for a minute before she answers.

"I suppose in a way, we should be grateful, Billy. There are things we might not be brave enough to share with each other, even now, after the time Charles had his way with us. If not for The Game - things that reveal who we really are, who we've become..."

"But it's not who we are, Kate!" I interrupt. "We're willingly chasing demons and ghosts, some of our own making, but most are others' creations meant to seduce us. You're not the slut you're playing, Kate. We're not entirely the people Charles thought he had corrupted. I have to believe that."

Kate turns to look at me and frowns. The tone of her voice sends a shiver through me.

"Are you trying to argue that it hasn't changed us, Billy? It still excites you to think about your wife having sex with a 'Bull' with a huge cock, doesn't it? It excites you even more to watch. It excites me to give myself to a powerful, physically superior man who simply 'takes' me and fucks me. When I see an attractive man for the first time, I wonder what he might be like in bed, and especially how big his cock might be. I'm not at all guilty or ashamed of what I want, because despite what you might say, I know you want it too. Charles changed us, and I'm not sure we can return to the people we used to be."

"But what we do today doesn't mean we'll always inhabit these parts we're playing...," I claim. I'm certain Kate senses my desperation and panic. "...at least not forever!"

"Are you sure, Billy? Because 'not forever' can still be a very, very long time."



***

Kate's up before me the next day. I watch her strut back and forth between the adjacent storage room and the small upstairs bedroom as she inventories boxes of new arrivals before putting the contents on display. She hasn't bothered to get dressed, and I'm gleeful that it's the first day I'm finally able to get hard again as I ogle her body. I had taken the last of Gabriel's a few days ago, and I'm finally blessed with a raging, leaking erection. Yet, all I can think about is how her petite body might look writhing atop Gabriels's immense cock. The mental image has me so fucking hard.

But I can't get her words from the night before out of my head; "He said you'd be conditioned."

"So, Kate, from what you told me last night, his pills were 'conditioning' me to give up sex with you? That when I finally stopped taking them I'd be satisfied with jerking off while I watch him fuck you instead of having sex with you myself?"

Kate smiles at me as she passes the bed where I'm mostly awake, sporting my new hardon. She shrugs and sets the box on the floor, opens it, and begins to sort its contents. She's squatting there with her back to me, innocently displaying the gentle flair of her hips and ass below a lengthy expanse of slender, supple waist.

"I didn't know, Billy. He explained the likely aftereffects later, after you started taking them. Even then, I thought it was just talk, just him playing his part in The Game. You know how he is. I couldn't believe that there was a pill that could make you stop wanting me after you could finally get hard again. Even if it did, I was sure it would be temporary. You'd get erections again, jerk off, and we'd have weekends together to fuck. I was in a fog, Billy. I never had sex like that before, I mean, with a man like Gabriel. Somehow, he's able to uncover and manipulate my darkest fantasies. He can read my mind just by looking at me, then by watching me cum when he fucks me."

She pulls a blouse and skirt from the packing, then stands and holds them up in front of her. Another "school girl" outfit, with a tiny white blouse that ties just under the bust, and a plaid wraparound skirt that's so brief it couldn't possibly conceal the tiniest of panties worn beneath it.

"Try it on for me?" I beg. The friction of the sheet against my dripping cockhead is both wonderful and agonizing.

She looks down at the tent over my hardon and rolls her eyes.

"And let you cum on my clean sheets? Besides, I'm busy. You can take care of that thing yourself now, Mister. Then again, I wouldn't mind watching that. I haven't seen it stand at attention like that for ages. Are you proud of yourself?"

I grin back. "Very proud - still, but I guess compared to his..."

"I knew you'd go there, sweetie. But today I'm not comparing the two of you. You are what you are, and he is what he is. But I'm very flattered that two very different men both want what's in my panties."

She seems so comfortable, going about her work completely naked. Is it for me? Or has she become so used to it when she's with Gabriel that she doesn't give it a second thought? I can't help imagining them here in the same apartment together, their casual nudity a sign of accustomed intimacy.

"He claimed he could 'see inside you'? 'Read your mind'? You told Gabriel about Charles after we first met him, didn't you? About how he changed us? That he was able to see inside you the same way?"

"Only a little, Billy. Not enough to let Gabriel know that I wanted the things Charles did to me. The very first time Gabriel fucked me, he called me his slut, one who needed more cock than my husband could give me. I came when he said it. He knew what I wanted. And he knew he'd opened a door to my dirtiest secret fantasies. After that, that one time, he wanted me to beg for his cock, and I did - and every time after that. But it wasn't like Charles. Gabriel didn't intimidate me. He didn't threaten or blackmail us. He's just good at reading people. The rest is a coincidence. He happens to be the kind of man who has everything I need, physically and sexually. Submitting to a man like Gabriel is my secret fantasy. It always was. You know that."

"So, do you miss the things Charles did to you, Kate? Your willing s u b m i s s i o n while other men took you, fucked you, owned you? Those powerful strangers Charles chose to reward with the use of your body? A pretty wife on your knees, or spreading your legs for them, as payment for their loyalty to him? That part of our past doesn't anger me, Kate; it wasn't as though I was completely innocent. I was an ambivalent voyeur as they altered your appearance and sexualized you. I'm just trying to understand what you need, here and now."

Kate rises from the bed and moves silently to the two-way mirror across the room. She peers into it for the longest time, as though she's studying her image. I can see her reflection from my place on the bed. Her eyes are wide with expectation, her face flushed with arousal.

"I chose him, Billy. I wanted Gabriel the instant Breigha introduced us. When she said his name. When she looked into my eyes and assured me, without a single word, that he was the 'one' - so unlike other men I've known. His quiet, commanding confidence. His dark skin, taught and glistening over so much hard, rippling muscle. His piercing eyes and chiseled features held me motionless, unable to look away."

"So, it's infatuation, Kate? An instant connection? You found your 'dream man' in that instant?"

Kate's reflection looks directly back at me now from the mirror. Her eyes narrow, and a slow smile forms below them. I watch as she raises her hands to cup both breasts, lifting them, then teasing each nipple with a free fingertip. Her feet are parted where she stands. She arches her back slightly, and I see the swollen, fluted lips of her sex in the open space below the curves of her perfectly rounded ass. A glint of liquid forms within the shaved petals that protrude downward and outward, beckoning, hungry for cock. She arches her back farther, offering a staggering view of her yawning, engorged sex.

"Infatuation? No, Billy. Not even close. It's 'cock', Billy. His long, thick, perpetually hard cock. The sight of it. The way it fills me. The way I cum on it. The way he makes me his slut while he's in me, promises more of the same, and makes good on his promise. He's the man you're not, just as you're the man he's not. He's relentlessly generous with his cock, just as you're relentlessly generous with your love for me. I'm your wife, and I know, now that you're 'cured', that you'll want to watch - and that you'll cum while he fucks your wife."

There's a knock at the door.

"Kate! You in there, Baby Girl? I have something for you - something you'll like. Something you need. Open up!"

"I thought you said he doesn't come around on weekends, Kate. We agreed this was our time."

"He never has, Billy. But he's here. Do you want to watch or not?" she asks, eyeing me from the surface of the mirror.

I scoop up my clothes and head for the storage room behind the mirror. He pounds on the door again.

"Baby Girl! You in there?"

Kate waits until I'm out of sight and slips on her favorite oversized nightshirt while she answers him. "Coming, Gabriel! Just a minute!"

I watch quietly behind the mirror while she opens the door and lets him in. He's wearing a yellow tank top emblazoned with "Gold's Gym" across his chest. A pair of fitted spandex gym shorts cling to his huge thighs and flaunt the unmistakeable outline of his snake-like cock beneath the thin material. Kate runs her eyes over him as he enters. I can see her nipples rise beneath the cotton nightshirt.

There's muted conversation on the other side of the wall that I can't quite make out. He clasps his hands under her thighs and hoists her hips to his waist. She wraps her legs around him, and they kiss. His tongue invades her mouth, exploring, claiming her. Kate pushes her hips against the thick bulge in his shorts as he carries her to the edge of the bed. She breaks the kiss, speaks a few words close to his ear, and he lowers her to her feet.

I obsess about the remarkable contrast as they stand face to face and talk. I've never been able to shake it - she seems so tiny, so pale and fragile beside him. He towers over her; his dark skin and powerful physique are both threatening and arousing. The massive sinews of his body are a painfully stark reminder of my own inadequacies, yet the sight of them together keeps me hard.

As they stand and talk, Kate pulls her nightshirt over her head, then puts her fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and lowers them to just above his knees. She reaches out and clasps his cock lightly with one hand, then teases and carreses the flared, purplish head with the other. Suddenly, my angst falls away, and I'm desperate to see him fuck her. I stroke myself while imagining Kate's bliss, her shameless indulgence when his massive column of flesh enters her and fills her, testing her capacity beyond the bulk of any man she's fucked. I need to see all of it. Her lust for him. Her hunger for his cock, and Kate's flagrant infidelity as she cums on it and captures his seed inside her.

My cramped hideaway is dark and silent - the partially transparent mirror is the only source of light. The glowing rectangle projects the image of them before me - it's scandalous porn in real time. Kate's luscious in her role - a pretty wife, stripped naked before her Nubian giant, carressing his immense, rigid cock as she quietly ignores her marriage vows and coaxes him to defile her.

I push my ear against the wall and hold my breath. Listening. Desperate for mere fragments of their conversation.

"...leaves you alone on the weekend?..."

"...had to work...unpack all this..."

"...lucky me...passed by...saw the light on...stopped to check on you..."

Kate's eyes lock on his as she plays with his formidable erection. She grins at him.

"...that's all you wanted?...just stopped to check on me?..."

"...looks like you know what I want, Baby Girl..."

"...mmmmm...always...need it...can't say no...to any..."

"...you tell him?...

"...always do...likes it...now that he can get hard..."

"...fuck you yet?..."

"...nope...likes watching...my stories...jerking off..."

"...knew it...my plan...you can thank me..."

"...yeah...think I know how..."

"...love to hear you beg for cock, Baby Girl..."

Kate grins again, then approaches my hiding place. She spreads her legs and bends forward, resting her hands on either side of the mirror. She's staring through the mirror, right at me.

"Are you going to make me beg for it?"

"Don't have to - you just did, Baby Girl."

He walks up behind her, and she gasps when he puts it in. He slides his hands up over her back, then around to find her breasts, mauling them. Kate closes her eyes and begins to chant: "Fuck me, Gabriel...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."

Her chant becomes a series of little grunts as he slams her from behind. He grabs Kate's hair, turns her head to the side, and presses her cheek against the mirror. I feel the constant thumps through the wall as he pounds her. In seconds, she resists and pulls back from the mirror, bracing herself with both hands against the wall, staring into the mirror once again as he fucks her.

"So, you like watching yourself?" he teases. "Taking my cock while you see yourself cum for me?"

Kate's eyes are locked on the mirror, peering through it - at me? She's panting, expelling urgent little noises - "nhhhh, nhhhh, nhhhh" - rocking forward and back with each of his thrusts.

Then, there's a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth, just long enough to make sure I see it. Below, her breasts quiver and rebound as her body quakes with each of his powerful thrusts. It goes on and on. Kate's smile fades. She closes her eyes and draws a sudden breath, paralyzed as his pounding continues. She bows her head, hiding her captivating gaze from me. Her body shudders, and she surrenders a series of long, haunting moans. Before she's finished, I fall to my knees and jet a stream of semen onto the wall before me. The thudding against the wall continues, and I know he's still fucking her, still taking what he wants from her. It's not just her flesh - he wants her obedience, her humility, the abdication of every trace of a wife's sexual fidelity.

I'm shaken as I recover. My orgasm leaves me breathless and weak as I slump on my knees in my dark hiding place. Eventually the thuds aganst the wall cease; I never know if or when Gabriel cums in her. He and Kate are gone when I finally rise to my feet and look through the mirror. I panic, rush from my hiding place, and hear the shower running in the adjacent bathroom. They've left the bathroom door open, and I see their bodies through the frosted glass of the shower stall. Kate's soaps him from chest to crotch, then kneels, guides his cock into her mouth, and sucks. Rivulets of hot water wash the soapy lather down his chest and pour over Kate as she works. I shrink away with revulsion when he grabs her hair, thrusts into her mouth, and she c h o k e s on the immense, intruding girth.

My distress f o r c e s me to retreat to the storage room where I gather my clothes and dress myself. I should interrupt their shower, calling him out for his b r u t a l i t y. But when I return, I'm presented with the sight of them kissing deeply, belly to belly, engulfed by the shower's rolling clouds of steam.

"Is he coming to pick you up later?" he asks.

"Mmmm - no - I have my own car now. But he visits on weekends, if I'm not too busy. I'm drowning in deliveries today."

"What if I keep you 'busy' on weekends?"

"I don't think he'd like that."

"Would you?" he asks, chuckling.

"Would I want your cock on weekends? Tempting; I get so horny for you after a day or two without you. But we can't do that, Gabriel. He can be fragile at times. I need to spend weekends with him, to make sure he knows he won't lose me."

"So 'conditioning' him didn't work?"

Kate rises on her toes and kisses him briefly on the lips. I wish I could see her face through the steamy glass.

"He's fine with you fucking me, Gabriel, whenever you want. He gets off on my stories about us, how I love your cock and how you fuck me. He's not jealous at all now, but he's only human. He wants to be with me. He needs some kind of sex, even if it's not fucking. So he jerks off when I tell him about us. He jerks off when he thinks about us. That's the kind of sex we have now, and it works. You can have me any time you want, and he won't object. He's more than willing to play his part. Your 'conditioning' worked perfectly."

"You asked me to back off his pills. Why should I do that? You want him to get hard from now on? What for?"

"I want a husband, Gabriel, not a broken eunuch. He's given up trying to fuck me. He's seen your cock. He knows he can't compete with you, so he doesn't try. That doesn't mean he doesn't find me sexy, or that my body doesn't excite him. It means he's satisfied with other kinds of sex. Essentially, he's given up most of what our sex life used to be. He hasn't been inside me for ages; he hasn't even tried.

"But you own my body because I LET you own it - you don't own ME. I won't abandon him for you or your cock. If he believes that, if he believes me without question, then he'll be fine with letting you do anything you want with me. And if you want me to play your slut, you'll have to let me show him I love him, that I'm still the wife he's known for years. Let me manage him, Gabriel. I'm not a wife he can fuck now. You fuck me - he knows that, and he'll accept it. You can't make him take the pills forever, Gabriel. You can't keep him from getting hard forever. But your conditioning has made him bend to your will. Isn't having him jerk off to my little stories and thoughts of you fucking me enough?"

"So, he does that all the time now? And he never cums in you?"

"Gabriel - he doesn't even try. I told you that. To be honest, I like watching him masturbate to my stories about us. The dear, sweet man does it so urgently, stroking himself until his semen oozes and drips down over his hand. He's completely submissive and vulnerable during those moments. It satisfies him, and the sudden rush of having complete control of his dick excites me. I can make hum cum with my words, with my voice. I don't even have to touch him."

Kate's honesty mesmerizes me. My erection awakens again as I see them embrace; her tiny body is engulfed in a mass of black, glistening muscle. It isn't easy, but I know Kate's claim is true. I was overjoyed to have my erections return. At first it never occured to me that I couldn't use themn to fuck Kate. I lived for those moments when Kate's stories about her and Gabriel led me to the orgasms I had been deprived of for so long. I watch their bodies coalesce into a single writhing mass of black and white flesh partially enveloped by the rising clouds of steam. I'm held captive by the sight, my dick painfully hard and raging inside my pants, not caring whether I'm seen or not. I should want to fuck Kate myself, but instead, my thoghts go to a place where she's taking every inch of him, swept away by the fulfilled passion he brings her.

"Tell him, Billy," Breigha whispers in my head. "Tell him how much you want to see him give her what you can't. Why would you ever need to fuck her again when she has Gabriel? It would be such a relief to her, Billy. Beg him to make her cum like his whore. You know you want to. It's the kind of husband you are now - so generous, so kind, so submissive to Kate's needs. There's no shame in it. Simply ignore the pangs of your fragile ego - you don't own her. You can't possess her. But you can't live without her either. Surrender her body to him once and for all, Billy. Let me help you. Just surrender."

I teeter on the edge of Breigha's precipice as her words caress me softly, nudging me toward a deep, unscaleable cravass. One step is all it would take. A slight lean over the edge. Letting go of my fear of loss as I drift like a feather. Down, down, into the serene safety of Breigha's embracing arms. When I pull back at the last minute, I'm reminded that the drama and constant anxiety that accompany having a seductive, libidinous wife are both a burden and an arousing gift. I find it impossible to abandon any of it.

"Mmmmm, you're ready again so soon?" I hear her ask him.

"I promised to keep you 'busy', didn't I? He won't mind this one weekend - not if he's not here to see it. He'll never know, unless you tell him."

Kate doesn't answer. He lifts her and traps her against the shower wall. Her thigh presses against the frosted glass as he wedges his hips between her legs. The bulky shape of his body begins to thrust, slowly at first, then with raging, f o r c e f u l lunges. Her arms circle his neck, but the sound of her response is masked by the crackling jets of water against the glass. She clings to him as he thrusts madly into her. Minutes pass until I lose track of time. He shows no sign of tiring. Do I hear her whimper now and then? How much longer can he possibly lift her, fuck her, without the slightest pause?

I take a step back as I listen, then another, and another. It isn't a conscious retreat; I'm overwhelmed, outdone, and envious. I rub my throbbing erection through my pants. I want this for Kate. How she must love it - his incredible stamina, the unrelenting presence of his thick cock filling her so completely, over, and over, and over.

And then, I hear her little cries, faint at first, then faster, louder, more desperate, as though his cock is all there is to her. Nothing else exists. Not me, nor her existence outside the steamy shower.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."

Then his deep growl as he claims her. "You're pussy's mine, Baby Girl. Tell me it is. Tell me. Tell me."

Her answer is a hiss - "yessssss, Gabriel - ohmyGodohmyGodohmygoodddd..."

The endless moan she releases shakes me. She holds nothing back. It's an open admission that there's nothing she can do to resist him any time he wants her. She knows I'm nearby, listening. Is it an effort to offer me some relief from my past impotence? Knowing I'll jerk off and cum while he fucks her? Or is it that she knows if I cum, she won't have to pretend my dick's enough for her later, after he leaves?

He fucks her through her orgasm, holding her in the air like a rag doll, slowing and deepening his strokes to prolong her body's twitches and shudders. She hangs there, trapped between his massive frame and the shower wall, awash in nearly u n c o n s c i o u s euphoria, impaled on a cock that would shame most men.

I'm transfixed, unable to look away. I stroke myself, but to no avail. It's too soon; my semen still lingers wet and glistening on the storage room wall where I left it minutes ago. As eager as I am to cum while Kate's moans drift from the shower, my dick's resilience is no match for Gabriel's. Just as I abandon my stroking in helpless frustration, Gabriel's repetitive, echoing grunts prove me right. My arousal becomes defeat within seconds as his inexaustible cock finally fills Kate with gushing jets of cum.

"Oh, my dear boy," Breigha's voice plays mockingly in my head. "Haven't you learned your place yet? Have you forgotten who and what Kate is? Oh, of course she loves you - but she's always been a slave to cock. Did you think you were her first? Foolish boy. So many men had her before you. So many, even before Charles had his 'fun' with her. She never told you? About the one who dumped her the day before you met? How she needed a 'sensitive' shoulder to cry on that day? Well, sure, she let you fuck her, eventually. Poor thing - you missed the hint of disappointment in her eyes after that first time. Or maybe you chose to ignore it, hoping your boyish charm would be adequate compensation for that meager finger of flesh between your legs. But she's always been looking, driven by an unending fever to find a man to fill her, a man who can bestow the one gift her husband never can. The fuck she needs. The cock she needs. She knows you'll stand aside and allow it, Billy. You're the kind of man who will watch her and wank rather than fuck. She knew it when you met - because you've always been that man, Billy."



~End Chapter 12~

Mvery hot when she gave him a daily med that put his dick to *****..
I love eating my wife after her bull has nutted deep in her..

Don! Your writing gets better and better all the time. I loved that last chapter.
Thanks again for all your amazing work ❤️😈🙏🏼 x

I love reading this story, it's so damn hot, especially the fact about Billy's impotence that he got from Gabriel
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Many thanks, guys. Chapter 13 is in the works.

Don

The Game - Chapter 13


"I guess I was feeling a little guilty, Billy. You've been driving into the city on weekends to see me for so long while I get the shop in order. The business has settled into a comfortable routine now, and I have a reliable group of regular customers. Besides, I miss being with you here at home. I wasn't sure I'd like living in the desert, but I'm glad you convinced me. It's beautiful here, especially in the evenings."

I'm glad Kate has decided to spend more time at home. I didn't mind that much when Gabriel paid his "visits" to her shop, but there were times when I wanted her to myself. I'm sitting on our balcony watching a naked Kate stare at the horizon with a palette in one hand and her brush in the other. She's motionless before the easel with her back to me, and I'm comfortably hard taking in her slim waist and gloriously round ass.

"It's definitely a beautiful sight from here," I tell her. She twists toward me and grins. The light near sundown tints her pale breasts with a luscious peachy hue, and I'm pleased that her nipples begin to harden. I wonder how many men would bid on the painting at a public auction if the finished scene was just as I saw it, with Kate's naked body posed provocatively before the waning sunset. So many men, staring at her petite, compact body; so many men wanting the real Kate, bidding on her as though they might actually have her. Suddenly, I'm reminded how lucky I am to have a wife like Kate, here, comfortably naked as the day she was born. It's a miracle we've survived our past and landed, well, here, together, sharing a life that could have been a mere existence, much darker and lonelier.

I'm relaxing on a lounge chair with a scotch in my hand. My legs are spread to accommodate the erection trapped inside my shorts. I'm not flaunting it, merely finding a comfortable position while I admire her body. She looks down at my crotch and studies me.

"Don't hide it, Billy. There's nobody here but us. Take your clothes off so I can see how much my husband appreciates me."

"Oh my sweet boy - just do as she says," Breigha orders, her voice a sultry whisper in my head. "Don't think about it, don't hesitate. She knows you're not hung like Gabriel, or Aidan, for that matter. Yes, she'll compare you to them, but that gets her wet. She wants a husband who submits. She wants a husband who's complicit in her infidelity. And what could be better than a husband with a dick that rises to thoughts of bold, physically blessed men fucking his wife in ways he can't possibly provide. Show her, Billy. Just strip for her and show her."

I rise and obey. It's mechanical, guided, not an intended seduction. Kate turns to face me, puts down her brush, and stares. There's a feeling of reluctance as I step out of my underwear and free my erection. It springs outward, and Kate smiles at it as though it's a long-lost friend. I look down and see a string of precum dangling from the tip, swaying in the air. I cringe when I recall the length and girth, the "meatiness" of Gabriel's formidible, dark, weapon of a cock. How Kate gasped with surprised satisfaction the first time it entered her! I blush with shame. I've never felt this naked here in our home.

Kate places her brush near the easel and approaches me. "Lie down, Billy. I love seeing you like this."

I do as she says and look up at her adoring face, now warmed by the reds and golds of twilight. My mind's racing. My belly's wet with a tiny spot of precum.

Kate climbs onto the lounge between my legs and studies my leaking hardon. She reaches out toward it with her hand, pauses with her fingers still an inch away, then raises her eyes from my crotch to flash an evil grin. "You do it. I want to watch you do it."

"Kate," I beg, "it's been so long. Please? Can't we make love? Or 'fuck', whatever you want to call it?"

"You know that's not part of The Game, Billy. But we can stop if you want - I've told you that before. I'm sure Gabriel and Aidan and Breigha can find some other couple to play with. But they chose us. I thought that's what we both wanted. I thought we considered ourselves lucky to have been the couple they invited into The Game - we still do, don't we?"

"I know all that, Kate. I agreed to it. It still excites me - you in another man's arms, and in his bed. I know what that means to you - the kind of men you fantasize about. But I miss the intimacy - being inside you when I cum. Can't I be the husband who allows you to fuck other men and still make love to you, at least now and then?"

"Oh, poor baby," Breigha whispers from the still air around me. "You know you love your part in this. You know you want better men to fuck her. You know you have to accept that you disappoint her every time you try to fuck. You're just not made for this. You can love her, admire her, fantasize about her, but you're just not the kind of man who can fuck her like she needs to be fucked."

Kate reaches out and touches a newly formed droplet of precum with her fingertip. She presses softly into the tiny slit, extracts another droplet, then raises her finger to her mouth and sucks it clean. It's an exquisite sensation, and I raise my hips for more.

"Your turn, Billy. I told you, I want to watch."

"Do as you're told, Billy," Breigha warns. Her voice isn't a whisper this time - it's a stern command that's impossible to resist. Nothing exists outside of that except Kate's wide, knowing eyes, locked on mine as though she's certain I'll perform for her.

I shiver as I begin to stroke myself; it isn't the sex I had hoped for. Kate rests her hand lightly on mine as I grasp and work my dick as I'm told.

"I'm constantly surprised that they can be so different," she says quietly as she follows my hand with hers. "Still, I'm grateful for both of you. It might seem shallow, but now much of the time I've begun to identify the degree of masculinity by the size of men's genitals - both their balls and cocks. Your genitals fit in my hand, and in my mouth, so conveniently. They're vulnerable, sexy little toys I can play with and control. They obey me, every time. While they're in my hands, I own them, Billy. I could do anything with them - love them, tease them, test how much you can take - anything. You simply let me do it, Billy. It's who you are. And I love that you accept it so willingly.

"Now, Gabriel - well, that's another matter. You know what I mean. His are sexy, but hardly vulnerable little toys. Yes, his cock is huge, but it's more than that. It's incredibly reliable and something I could never control. Have you noticed how small my hands seem when I'm holding it, Billy? When I do that, it owns me. I'd do anything to have more of it. I'm the one who's vulnerable then. But there's something in his eyes, too. That fearsome ability to take another man's wife and make her abandon who she is for a while, merely for the chance to be taken by a man like Gabriel. That's who he is, Billy. A 'taker' of wives..."

"Listen to your little slut's confession, Billy," Breigha whispers. "If you love her, believe her. Obey her, just as you obey me."

It's not that I don't believe her - our encounters with Charles taught me that long ago. It's clear that I'm not built to compete with some men. I've seen it with my own eyes. Still, I've never felt as "vulnerable", as Kate puts it. As sweet as her voice sounds while she watches me, it delivers a very candid message, that she's in control. I should recognize and accept it by now, but it's still a gut-punch.

"So, I've been 'replaced' in a way, Kate? By Gabriel?"

I'm shivering as I clutch my dick and stroke. Kate lifts her hand from mine and watches with calm satisfaction. I'm so close...

"If you mean for sex, Billy, he's the lover I've always fantasized about. Try to imagine how it must be for me when he fucks me. The bulk of his body on me, how he opens me up when he enters me, and how his cock fills me like no other man has before. There are minutes then when he could do anything to me. And I'd let him, Billy. I want that. To be taken and used and seen as a wife who sluts for him in front of her husband. He makes me want to be seen as his whore - seen by everyone, neighbors, friends, the people who visit the shop, and the people you work for. He makes me want to show every man I pass on the street that I'm married but available, and that I'm proud of it. Now, take your hand away, Billy. I'll finish you."

It isn't easy - I'm on the edge, shaking uncontrollably while I listen to Kate's musings. I no longer care whether they're true or not - in my head, she's the woman she claims to be - his slut, her perfect body on fire for sex with passing strangers.

Her fingertips spider over my erection, racing over it, pausing on the head and teasing it with her nails, then slowly retreating with little squeezes along the shaft. It's a combination of cottony, feather-like touches and brief scrapes of her nails that keep me in a state of constant expectation. The arousal, then the tiny pricks of pain, and then the warm grasp of her fist, urges me on. When I moan and raise my hips, she smiles at me and backs away, leaving me untouched as the contractions of my orgasm spill a reluctant trail of semen down along my cock. There's little pleasure in it, and no relief - only Kate's pretty smile shining down at me as I empty myself.

"You said...you'd finish me..." I gasp.

I can't stop shaking. I want her more than ever - to put my dick in her and cum in her and make her cum too...but there's s growing certainty that Kate has "finished" me for the night. My desire for her is multiplied tenfold, yet I feel empty, nervous, and, as my erection lies deflated and defeated on my belly, impotent once again.

"You did cum, sweetie - well, at least a little."

She turns her head a bit, but not enough to hide her smile.

"You...did that on purpose?" I ask. "Why wouldn't you want me to enjoy it, Kate? Why stop when I was finally...there?"

She crawls up onto my chest, her face inches from mine. "You still want me, don't you, Billy? Maybe even more than when we started?"

"God, Kate - I do, but that wasn't sex. My hands are still shaking, and I'm..."

"You're playing my cuckold, Billy. Remember? The Game? A place where husbands don't get to consummate sex with their wives? A place where a husband lets his wife's 'Bull' do that? And a husband gets off on it, right? Billy, I'm glad you can get hard again - I love seeing it, and I know it's because you want me. But if you want sex now, it's up to you. Just take it in your hand and think of Gabriel and me fucking. I've given you all the details you need. You've seen his cock. You can jerk off as much as you want, but you can't have sex with me - any kind of sex. I can't give you an orgasm - any kind of orgasm. Gabriel forbids it. He's taught me how to steal the 'finish' from you, to leave you suspended in a place where your purely physical response is inevitable, but the depth of your satisfaction, the mental release that you expect, escapes you."

"But Kate, the thing you call my 'mental release' is the intimacy that ties us together. Without that, it's just..."

"Yes, Billy, just masturbation. Whether you do it yourself, or I provide a bit of help, that's all it is. In The Game, 'having sex' means me having it with other men. I belong to you as your wife, but I don't belong to you as someoene you can fuck. The empty orgasm I just gave you is an example. You can love me, and you can admire my looks and body, but your physical obsession to fuck me must continue to enhance the part you play. It enables you to concentrate on your place in The Game. Your satisfaction of watching another man's cock enter me will please you when you masturbate, and I'm guessing along with it comes a bit of anxious penis envy. You don't want me to love him, Billy. You want me to love what his cock does to me. You love that I'm obsessed with it, that I crave it. It's not the gentle, caring sex we've had over the years - it's detached, physical pleasure. There's a purity to it that I can't experience with my husband - a ravenous hunger to be anything he wants, to submit to his most depraved demands. He doesn't 'love' me, Billy - he uses me, until he uses me up."

Kate has a point - I volunteered for this. Charles had broken me and made me who I am now. It excites me to think of her with other men. It excites me to recognize the submissiveness of it, that I have no say about how Kate shares her body. And ultimately, it excites me to see her satisfied by a man who's much bigger, stronger, and dominant. I was so proud that my erections had returned, but I hadn't imagined that Kate would refuse to let me inside her after Gabriel's pills wore off. I'm sure my face reveals my disappointment.

Kate's finger dips into the meager puddle of semen on my belly, then draws circles over my bare chest, spreading the sticky remnants until they dry and nearly vanish. "You know I'll always stay with you, don't you, Billy?" she murmurs in my ear. "That none of this is permanent? The Game is meant to test us - to heighten our fantasies. I understand that at times, you fear losing all of me to him. I promise you, Gabriel doesn't want to take me from you. But that looming anxiety is part of what makes it real, and exciting. He tells me things he doesn't want you to know. Of course he tells me how much he loves fucking me, especially because I'm your wife, but he also explains that you must experience some degree of doubt and mistrust. The Game can't be only a kind of porn fantasy you watch; it has to mean something. When Gabriel and I kiss, when he fucks me and I moan and cum with him, it has to twist you a little. If you didn't love me, it wouldn't do that to you. Every second you see Gabriel and me together as a couple, you ruminate about the intimacy between us, what we do in private, and how I compare him to you. And you should. Because that's the part you're supposed to play, and I think you like playing it.

"To put a sharper point on it, I do fantasize about giving all of myself to him at times. The surrender only lasts a few seconds, but it plays to my need to be taken and owned by a 'Bull' like Gabriel. In those seconds, he's my only lover. I don't have a husband, or a boyfriend, or a Dream Man who occupies my fantasies while I *****. I only have him. I only want him - for a second - maybe two. But it's an escape, Billy. It's raw, and intense, and freeing, but not without the fleeting hint of betrayal and shame that follows. Remember what you told me once, that no two people can be everything to each other, especially in bed? We both have these twisted, hidden fantasies that neither of us can completely satisfy nor ignore. It takes a phantom, either one from our dreams, or a dark stranger who instinctively recognizes our needs and will never shame us for indulging them.

"I shouldn't have to tell you this, Billy. You know it's true. You have these fantasies too. And I'm sure that, just as I lack the courage to tell you how vulgar and shocking some of mine can be, you can't bring yourself to confess how many ways your thoughts of my potential betrayal excite you. You want to surrender my body to him, Billy. I know you do. To fold and allow him to fuck your wife as you watch. And you want to see me cum for him, even harder than I cum with you. To become his slut. Because that's what Charles made me. And you fucking learned to love it. Don't deny it."

"So, you've had these thoughts, these fantasies, even before meeting Charles?" I ask, almost afraid of her answer. "I never had any idea."

Kate inches closer, until she snuggles against my neck. She's quiet for a while, silently pondering how to answer. I sense Kate's darkest fantasies have gone unsaid throughout the years of our marriage, and I'm not sure I want to hear them. I stroke her hair, and she closes her eyes, smiles, then curls into me like a contented kitten. Time passes. She makes her decision. Her soft, determined reply escorts me back to her wayward past.

"I had this boyfriend when I met you," she begins. She explores under the sheet until she finds my dick and closes her fingers around it gently, lovingly. "He belonged to this motorcycle club. But he wasn't the guy people saw on the outside. To me, he was movie-star handsome, in a rugged kind of way. He was ten years older than I was - a big guy, and was just more experienced with life in general. I was so totally infatuated. He said things no one had ever said to me - that I was 'his fine piece of ass', as he put it. It was shocking at first, but there was an eroticism in those words that moved me in ways I had never recognized until then. He was so graphic, so dirty, and I just fell for him after that. I even let him take a few pictures of me, some posed on his bike in the nude. I was rebellious and horny when I met him, and he was the perfect solution, to both. My 'Biker Dude'."

"I - I can't imagine you with someone like that," I say, as my mind swirls with possibilities of what they must have been like together.

"Mmmmm - you probably never will, sweetie. He was so much older, and a little rough around the edges - the guy every girl needs, to test her dirty fantasies, and piss off her parents."

"So, you dated him? How long?"

"Not dated, exactly - I wouldn't call them 'dates'. We'd ride a few miles out of town to this huge corn field. He'd take an old blanket that we'd use after finding this clearing far off the road. He'd spread the blanket on the ground so we could make out. I don't think we ever went on a real date. But I didn't complain. It was the first time I had ever seen such a huge penis, and I was fascinated with how big it would get for me when I played with it."

"And...you jerked him off there? Did he do the same to you?"

"Billy - he fucked me. The first night he took me there, and lots of nights after that. I never told you. I loved you the instant we met. You didn't need to know I was giving my pussy to a biker. When we made love the first time, you didn't seem to notice that I expected something - different. I knew it was wrong, but I was fucking him for months while we dated. Sometimes I'd make excuses why I couldn't go out with you, and I'd spend hours in that cornfield with him, having sex two or three times a night. When I told him I met someone and that you asked me to marry you, he just laughed at me and wished me good luck. He said that I'd be back, after we were married for a while, and I couldn't get the kind of cock that would keep me happy. I wanted to be yours, so I didn't tell you. I didn't want to scare you off. You'd think I was some guy's 'cycle slut'."

"I - guess I was so overwhelmed by your looks, and your flirty attraction to me, Kate. It seemed too good to be true - a gorgeous young girl like you interested in someone older and, well, just plain ordinary."

"I wanted a husband who would love me, Billy. I fell in love with you. You made me feel safe and cared for and special. That's when I knew my biker friend wasn't part of my future. Sure, he loved fucking me, but there wasn't much more to our relatonsip. He liked the sex, and showing me off to his friends on the back of his bike, and I think he may have showed them the dirty pictures he took. But he didn't care about me. He just wanted my pussy."

"But, it was still just a passing fantasy, Kate? I mean, I know the physical stuff was real, but you just needed to be a little wild before settling down, right? It's what young people do. But I don't see how it had anything to do with Charles - that was much later. We've been married for ten years, and you never said a word about your 'biker'."

"I didn't - because there's more, Billy. We had been married about a year when he pulled up beside me on his bike at a traffic light. He waved, and I waved back. He motioned for me to lower my car window. Then he patted his crotch and yelled, 'Cornfield?' I laughed, and wiggled my ring finger at him. He laughed back, and yelled, 'So sad! Just a quickie? For old time's sake?' The light changed, he motioned for me to follow, and took off. I followed him, Billy. Somehow, he knew I would.

"I went into that cornfield again with him, Billy. I knew it was so wrong, but I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since I had the kind of sex I knew he could give me. He wanted me naked. I had never done that during the day where I might be seen, but I did it anyway, for him. He made me pose for him while he took pictures with his phone. It was stupid and crazy and dangerous, but I wanted him anyway. He marched me to the edge of the field, just a few yards from the road, only slightly hidden from passing cars. I was terrified, but I was wet too - naked, outside in the middle of the afternoon, exposed to anyone who happened to look closely as they passed. I kept telling myself, 'Why am I doing this? It's insane! I'm married!'"

"But you did it anyway," I say, lingering over the picture in my head.

Kate feels my erection grow in her hand and kisses me on my cheek. "You want to hear more, don't you, Billy?"

I manage a barely audible, "Uh-huh."

"He made me spread my legs and push my tits out, then told me he wanted me to stand closer to the road so people who passed by might see me. When I told him I wouldn't do that, he put his hand between my legs and stuck his finger in me. He laughed that I was wet, and told me to admit I might be married, but that I was still his slut, and that I wasn't afraid to let everyone to know it. His hands were on me - he was going to push me out by the road where I'd be seen. So I said what he wanted - that even though I was married to you, I was still his slut."

"Did you mean it?" I ask.

"At first I didn't - but then, when his hands were on me, fondling me like he used to, I thought it might be true. But right away I came to my senses and wanted to go back into the corn, get dressed, and come home to you before anything else happened. Still, there was this nagging temptation to be, to do, whatever he wanted."

Kate stops and snuggles closer to me, breathing heavily. Do I really want to know what happens next? But I'm so hard, so lost in the remaining, still-absent details of her story; my pretty wife, naked there with her hung Biker Dude, barely a year after our wedding, trying to decide whether she's mine or his in a cornfield during that sunny afternoon.

"But you haven't told me everything, have you, Kate?" I ask, shaking with both fear and expectation.

She pushes away from me slightly with both hands on my chest, her expression now serious, her eyes fixed on mine, exploring my tentative reaction. "We fucked there that day, in that same cornfield, in broad daylight. I'm so sorry, Billy. I should have been honest with you, but I knew you weren't ready for that. I was so ashamed, and it never happened again."

"But you liked it at the time, didn't you? Cumming with his big cock in you? The kind of sex I couldn't give you?"

She knits her brow at first, then smiles knowingly. "I think you know I did - for those few minutes, anyway."

"We were married, Kate. Did you think about me at all?" I ask. "Before, or while you were fucking him?"

I know she feels my erection twitch under her as it presses into her belly. She lets me know by widening her smile. I imagine her lips on his cock, her brilliant teeth grazing his glans, tormenting him. Her tongue swirls and lashes, until it finally accepts the repeated spews of his thick, potent cum.

"Did you suck him first? Did he make you, or did you want to?" I go on, as mental images flash like the rawest porn. Her unrelenting smile is inescapably delicious.

"I opened his pants and took them off, Billy. His cock was so beautiful - it was so much like the first time I saw it. He never wore underwear, and it was just there, in the sunlight, pointing at me, waiting. I put it in my mouth, but it was always impossible to take very much of it, so I used my hands mostly. He didn't want to cum like that though; he laid me back, spread my legs and fucked mere there on the ground. I was delirious - so full of him, pushed into the dirt and fucked so b r u t a l l y, ruthlessly, like wild a n i m a l s would fuck.

"Yes, there were seconds when I worried about what you'd do if you found out, that you might divorce me. But there was also this fleeting acceptance, that after all that time, I deserved his cock again. Why shouldn't I be able to have loving sex with my husband, and the kind of orgasms only an a n i m a l like Biker Dude could give me? Why shouldn't I find satisafction from my loving husband's nice, average cock in our cozy bed, and also from the kind of rough sex my biker could offer? I knew it was selfish, but when I came with him, I didn't care, at all."

"So, you - deserved it? Cheating - on me, with a biker? Are you that disappointed with me - in bed, Kate?"

She strokes my dick faster, and I'm shivering so violently I can barely speak.

"Not while we make love, Billy. I need that kind of sex. And I love that you try so hard to please me. But there are times, not often, but times when men like Biker Dude fuck me, that I'm angry with you in the heat of the moment. I ask myself why I shouldn't have orgasms like that all the time. It's why I didn't mind so much when Gabriel made you take those pills - in fact, honestly, it excited me to see you impotent and submissive. I was getting the kind of sex from Gabriel that I had with my biker, but with no guilt at all. My husband was voluntarily impotent for The Game, so it was justified. And, you even liked to watch. It was perfect."

"Perfect for - your needs," I added, gasping.

"Mmmmmm - yes, and our needs, Billy. You love watching men like them fuck me. And you know I'll never leave you. I'm sorry I cheated on you after we were married, but I'm happy with where we are now. Aren't you?"

"Mostly," I offer. "It helps that I know more about your past. I never quite understood why Charles was able to seduce you so easily, and why you seemed to enjoy being treated the way he did. And, there were so many others - his friends and partners. I couldn't believe you let them change your body - the implants, the exercise routines, and those clothes that made sure everyone noticed. It was as though he fliped a switch, and you becme the slut they all wanted you to be."

"It had everything to do with my past, even though my fling with my Biker Dude was long before Charles," Kate explains. She closes her fingers around my dick, rolling and stroking it as though she's testing it. She wants to keep me hard while she tells me the rest.

"My biker was rough with me, Billy. He made me beg for it, to tell him how much I wanted his 'big cock'. He'd watch me strip naked there between the rows of corn, get on my knees, and beg for his cock. I'd never been naked outside before. It was dangerous, and, well, sexy too. I'd look up at him, at that chisled face, at those powerful arms and broad, tattooed chest, and feel so small and vulnerable. His erection was right there near my face, jutting outward, hard and thick and so warm to my touch.

"But he had these demands I didn't expect at first, a kind of ritual. He'd order me to take his cock in my mouth, but only the exact way he wanted - the head first, on his command, then suck it until he made me take more, as much as I cold manage. He wanted me to take more of it, down my throat, but I was never able to do it. But I tried. Obeying him made me wet. Submitting made me want more of the same when he ordered me to stop. That's when he made me beg him to fuck me. God, Billy - I did, so often, so desperately, lying back on the blanket, spreading my legs, impatiently waiting for the rush of surrender and bliss when he eased it inside me. He'd take my hair in his fist and wrench my head back to stare into his eyes while he fucked me. He called me his hot little cunt, and his horny little slut. It made me feel - taken, used, and I fucking loved it. Every time we did it, I wanted it to last longer. And the longer it lasted, the harder I came. So many nights in that corn field. Orgasms I'd never known.

"It wasn't at all like the sex I had with guys in college. One was a virgin who didn't even know how to fuck, and another assumed that if I had sex with him, we'd 'get married'. I barely knew the poor guy. He was devastated. A few other hot-looking guys who wanted me were such assholes I couldn't imagine ever letting them touch me. I was so frustrated, I just gave up on sex for a while. I masturbated - a lot, to dirty stories and pictures of hung men. These were guys who wouldn't be afraid to 'fuck' me. They were hot, feral men with perpetual erections who fucked women the way I wanted to be fucked. I pretended I was the girl they were fucking - naked, tied, and helpless. I tried to imagine what it would be like to take their huge cocks inside me and cum while they used me. But I didn't want anything more than sex with men like them. 'Romantic sex' had been so disappointing with my college boyfriends that I didn't want anything to do with it. I wanted to be taken by men who knew what I wanted - real men who could make a college girl cum and feel like a woman.

"So, Biker Guy was the perfect answer to my fantasy 'bad-boy' fuck. After he came, he was done with me, and he'd dump me back home. By that time, my panties would be soaked, and I'd rush to the shower with his cum leaking out of me. I was just some young pussy to him, but I went back time after time to relive those incredible orgasms. It's a miracle I didn't get pregnant. He never used condoms. Maybe he was sterile - I don't know."

Kate's strangely quiet for a while, and I wonder if there's more. I feel her breath on my neck; it's hot and moist, and she shivers as she relives her past. Minutes pass before she's propped up on my chest, searching my face for a reaction.

"That was the beginning, Billy. It wasn't Charles. Not really. But he brought all that back as though it had happened yesterday. Yes, I wanted to please him to secure your new job. But there was something so familiar about him - it was my biker's voice, his dominant presence, and well, his cock. I had gone so long, without, um, that kind of sex. Please understand - I love you, and the way you make love to me. But I also needed something more primal, more 'dangerous'. Sometimes I want to be 'handled' by a man, a large, powerful, ****** of a man who treats me like his prey and devours me. I want this man to use me, to take my body to its limit. He doesn't love me. He doesn't care about what I want. He simply wants what he sees and fucks me with his huge cock."

"But Kate, if you'd have only let me know, years ago, I might have tried to - "

She puts her finger to my lips to stop me.

"You can't, Billy. I know you too well. You're sweet and kind and gentle. It's your nature. I need that too. But you'll never be that other thing I need."

Kate stares deeply into my eyes with the kind of honesty I've come to appreciate.

"Won't you let me try, Kate?" I beg. "Just tell me what you want, what you need from me."

She shakes her head slowly and smiles.

"Sweetie, I just did. Weren't you listening? You're not that kind of man. You know it, and I know it. Besides, there's the other thing..."

I feel her fingers around my dick, and she gives it a light squeeze.

"You see, Billy, it's not only the way he seduces and fucks me, it's his size. Seeing it makes me wet. It's long, and thick, and bulging with veins. The head is even bigger, with this wide, fluted edge that I can feel inside me. After the first time I had that, I wanted it again and again. It's the fullness, the way it possesses me and makes me his for that short time we fuck. I know - few men are built like that, but I cum so much more violently when I see a hard cock like that, and then they open me up and fuck me with it, and I just want more..."

"So, what can I do, Kate? I'd do anything to give you that. Tell me."

"Are you sure, sweetie? It's - kind of humiliating, I mean, for you."

"Just tell me, Kate - let me decide."

Kate looks away, hesitant, thinking, deciding whether to tell me - what?

"Aidan and Breigha want to sponsor us, I mean, to join their group of, um, friends."

"What's that mean, Kate?" I ask, suspicious of something that's been brewing in my head since our last visit.

"It's a kind of introduction in a way, according to Breigha. They want us to join them - to be permanent members of their group."

"You mean their sex parties, right? Would you want to do that? We've been to one - what would be different? They want us to be 'regulars'?"

Kate climbs higher up on my chest and smiles. Her eyes are now inches from mine, wide and glittering. In a second, she's breathing more deeply and her face is flushed with passion. "Someone has to sponsor us, then act as our Alpha."

"You mean, like a 'Bull'? So everyone there would know, that we...?"

"Sweetie, every couple there has one. It's something Aidan and Breigha encourage. Why do you think they matched us with Gabriel?"

"So this was their plan all along? Did you know that?"

Kate places her hand on my cheek and strokes it softly. She's never been more beautiful, more desirable. I melt, ready for any answer she gives me.

"I did, Billy - she wanted me to choose, and I chose Gabriel. We'd be a trio, officially. And don't worry - it's a common thing there - husbands who accept that their wives have lovers who provide what they can't. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing the people we share our fantasies with are like us? That they'll support us and won't judge us? And that we can depend on their discretion?"

"So, we'd go to their parties, where everyone would know, and anyone could see you have sex with Gabriel? And you're willing to trust them? That no one would embarrass us by telling their 'stories' to outsiders?"

"I want to trust them, Billy. And if there's gossip about us, I'm comfortable with it being just that, unproven gossip. Besides, I own my own business, and you mostly work at home. Compared to our past, our jobs are nearly gossip-proof. I think some of my customers already suspect, and if anything, it's been good for business. They come to buy sexy clothes from someone who knows 'sexy'. I can get a woman laid by fitting her with an outfit designed for it, or, get a wife laid whose husband enjoys the same fantasies you do. And if a husband comes in to buy his wife a gift and he's attracted to me, so much the better. He'll buy the most expensive outfit in the shop and leave with the fantasy that I might let him fuck me. I can sell just about anything, Billy, including myself. Charles taught me that."

"So, what would I do there? Just watch with the others while he fucks my wife? It's not that I wouldn't like to watch, but it sounds frustrating."

"Oh, Billy, everyone gets what they need - you'd just have to do it yourself. You can do that now. No more pills - Gabriel promised. He wants you to enjoy it. He wants you to want more of it. Besides, it excites me to see you cum, especially while you watch us together. It makes it all shameless, guilt-free, and shows me you're committed to giving my body to him without worry or regret. That's what The Game is about. We both wanted this, remember?"

"But Kate, I'm not sure I'd be able to jerk off like that. And would you really fuck him in front of an audience?"

"You remember that I told you that my old boyfriend took dirty pictures of me? And then showed them to his friends? I didn't understand why back then, but it was so exciting. His friends would stare at me after that and hit on me, but they knew he wouldn't stand for anything more. I began to imagine how hard the photos got them, and how they probably masturbated to them.

"Now and then, I'd tease them by leaving an extra button or two on my blouse undone. They always looked. After that, I stopped wearing a bra - not just with him, but everywhere. I'd expose myself to his friends on purpose, trying to find positions where they could see my boobs. God, it made me so wet when I caught them looking! Eventually, I wanted more thrills like that, so I stopped wearing panties when I was with him and his friends.

"Eventually, I wanted them to see more of me. I bought these white, spandex, workout shorts that showed evey detail of my pussy. I'd even shave myself down there to show the shape of it better. I got more looks after that - longer, more serious looks. Biker Dude didn't mind, as long as I didn't fuck any of his friends. He was sooo jealous, which was strange, because he loved showing me off. Showing my body in public didn't concern me after that. I was proud of my body, and still am. I still look at men's crotches to see if I can make them hard by teasing them a little. A big, hard cock is so sexy..."

Kate's face takes on a pinkish glow as she talks. Her eyes widen, and her voice lowers to a nearly breathless, desperate quality as she reminisces. As her body warms against me, the scent of her bath soap assaults me. It's cinnamon and vanilla, along with a hint of recent sex. I wonder if Gabriel fucked her in the shower an hour before she arrived. A familiar ache between my legs returns when I imagine it.

"But that isn't the same as having sex while people watch, Kate," I insist.

"His bike club had a place where they camped in the summer. It wasn't much more than a circle of tents and s l e e p u n g bags, with a blazing campfire at the center. There was always music, and a lot of us got high and danced. His hands would be all over me, and I loved keeping an eye on the others as they ogled me in my open top and shorts. He'd see them staring, and would just grin at them. He didn't want them touching me, but he loved showing them my half-naked body as we danced."

"And I guess you loved showing it too?"

"It was daring and dangerous. Those guys were huge, and they weren't strangers to bar fights and arrests for, well, lots of things I wasn't supposed to know about. It made me feel sexy and rebellious, and more 'experienced'. I didn't want them to think of me as the innocent, 'good-girl'. I wanted to be treated as the opposite. I needed the kind of cock he gave me. I became obsessed with the way I came with him. I wanted that again and again, more than anything."

"And you were never afraid?"

"Of what, Billy?"

"Wellll, that the others might decide they deserved a piece of you?"

Kate nuzzles my neck and lets out a quiet, "Mmmmm - that. It crossed my mind, but he was very protective. Still, I'm not sure what he'd have done if they had tried to take turns with me. There must have been ten or twelve of them - high, and d r u n k, and horny. But most of them had women for that, all older and 'easier' than I was. Still, I used to fantasize about them fucking me with their impossibly big cocks, one after another, while Biker Dude watched. Not that I wanted it to happen, but the fantasy made me so wet. Can you imagine? Every one of those huge bikers taking turns on top of me, prying my legs apart, sliding their big cocks inside me and fucking me until I'd cum, again and again and again?

"I remember the first time he fucked me in his tent by the fire. The flap was open, and everyone watched us. I was a little high, and I couldn't believe how excited it made me. Some of the guys had their cocks out, jerking off..."

Kate's voice becomes raspy, and I feel the pulse against me quicken as she continues.

"I wanted them to ravish me, Billy. I wanted to see how big each one of their cocks were. I - wanted to be theirs, for as long as it took for all of them to cum. It was my fantasy for a long, long time; they would help themselves to me, and I'd submit to them. But it was only a fantasy - nothing like that ever happened, except in my head."

"You still think about it, don't you," I tell her. "Ten rough bikers, stripping you, each one fucking you as the others watch?"

"I did back then, but not so much since. Those thoughts only returned after a talk with Breigha. She wanted to know all about my past, especially my sex life. I don't know how she does it, but she made it so comfortable for me, digging up and spilling the dirty secrets of my past. When she wanted my fantasies, I couldn't help myself - I just went on and on, telling her private things I never told you until now. Things like my time with Biker Dude."

I can't blame Kate - Breigha had her way with me as well. I vaguely remember spilling my guts to her, but I can't remember what I told her. I do know she changed me - I was completely open about my submissiveness as Kate's husband afterwards. She made it easier to play my part in The Game, my willingness to wear her "harness", and to offer Kate's body to Gabriel. Yes, they had been fantasies, but Breigha amplified them; they became obsessions, open admissions, and the unquestioning choice to sacrifice my sex life with Kate so she could find joy at the end of Gabriel's cock. Still, even though I fully recognize her ability to manipulate me, I can't manage to escape her control over me. Inevitably, I want whatever Breigha wants. And Kate's shown she does as well.

"Is that what you want?" I ask. "To have others watch Gabriel fuck you?"

"Is that what you want, Billy? To have them see me naked? To let them watch me cum on his cock?"

"It's a fantasy, Kate - I'm not sure I could watch that. And masturbate in front of an audience while it happens? I doubt that I could."

Kate smiles at me, then looks away, lost in her thoughts.

"I masturbated to my biker fantasies for years afterward, especially while imagining that crowd watching," Kate tells me, softly. She seems detached, existing as someone else, somewhere else. "There's this thrill when those onlookers are aroused by my body. It's even stronger when I see them masturbate while they watch. They use me from a distance, but still get off as though they're having sex with me. Each guy, stroking his cock, becomes part of the sex. But it's me, my body, that makes them cum. Seeing them lose control is like applause."

Kate looks back at me suddenly, then delivers her answer with deliberate, confident assurance.

"So yes, I'd fuck Gabriel while an audience watched. I think I'd love that. And I'd especially love it if my husband watched with them."


~End Chapter 13~

Don, you never stop delivering such quality to us. I feel spoiled and really horny 😈❤️ x

oh yes, I have to agree, thanks so much
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It's very much appreciated, guys. I needed a bit of incentive to continue with Chapter 14. It's in the works...

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