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.