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CHAPTER 3:
SOFT ISSUES
At that very second, as the first round of The Wife Games drew to a close…
Gael Sankur was thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic.
He looked out at a blaze of passing clouds from the cabin of his studio’s private jet. He took the last sip from a flute of 1959 Dom Perignon Oenothèque Brut. He settled back into the plush seat emblazoned with the Sinstar Productions logo – a double-bloom Alsatian gerbera – and sighed.
He considered pouring another glass of Dom. After all, the young movie star had a lot to celebrate.
The Sulphur Well had been an outright smash. He’d just wrapped filming another movie as both star and writer-director in a slew of exotic European locales with an all-star cast working under him. His agents had just inked a thirty-million-dollar deal for him to lead a hot new superhero franchise. His star seemed to be rising and rising…
So why was he wracked with such conflicting sensations?
Soon, he’d be touching down in Los Angeles. But only he knew the real reason for his visit: A very, very special occasion…
They would have all killed him if they knew. What Gael was planning was going to put everything at risk, for everyone in his orbit… The fame, the banner roles, the sprawling estates, the multi-million-dollar deals that were still airborne…
And yet, the thought began to galvanize him with anticipation. The light angling through the cabin window sparkled in the peculiar eye-shine of his right iris – a piercing, determined gleam.
The hell with conflicting emotion. He’d been insulated long enough. Protected. “Safe”.
An entourage of handlers – a publicist, a manager, two stylists, a make-up artist, a gopher, and an assistant – were waiting in the other cabin of his jet. Everywhere Gael went, they fluttered ceaselessly about him, to ensure their golden goose stayed firmly coddled in his celebrity cocoon. A three-man security detail stood guard at the front of the plane, always at his beck and call.
And tucked into his jeans sat his own, secret source of armor: a gleaming subcompact Beretta 91 combat pistol.
The fact was, Gael was beginning to chafe behind his golden bars. The little voice in the back of his head kept daring him: Do it. Do it!
They could never understand what he had planned. He wanted to risk it all…
There was a knock on the cabin door.
“Come in,” he said.
The door opened. One of the flight attendants entered. She was a beautiful blonde with high cheekbones and a tight ponytail.
“Gael,” she said. “Can we bring you anything?”
“We?” he asked.
Another flight attendant entered. She was just as stunning as her colleague.
The pair smiled wickedly. Gael merely smirked.
“What’d you have in mind?”
—
Three minutes later…
Gael groaned with pleasure.
The two stewardesses alternately tongued the head of his massive cock. They turned to each other. They passionately kissed. He felt their soft fingers playing with his balls.
“Mmph, fuck yes,” he groaned. “Suck that big dick…”
The two blondes complied delightedly, laving his dickhead with their tongues again.
Gael tilted his flute of champagne. He poured the remainder of the cool bubbly over his huge, throbbing cock – a dribble worth about seven hundred Euros, given the five-figure bottle price. It poured onto their tongues and angular chins. The stewardesses giggled.
“Drink up,” he smiled. “You sexy creatures.”
“Mm-mm… so tasty,” one said in a throaty Russian accent. “I just loff tasty dick…”
Gael put his hand on her head as she began to suck him off. Her mouth barely reached halfway down the bulge of his thick, throbbing meat. Her friend ducked under. She sucked his large balls into her mouth.
Even working together, it was quite the task fellating Gael. His dick was colossal.
As he felt one gorgeous stewardess’s tongue wrap around his balls, his mind began to drift towards what was waiting for him in Los Angeles…
Or rather, who was waiting.
One of the sexy blondes bobbed her hot mouth up and down his cock. She increased her pace, thirsting for a taste of his cum.
All of a sudden, Gael could only picture one woman’s face.
His beautiful ex-girlfriend…
Diana.
The sluttiest woman he’d ever known.
He pictured her bending over for him.
Sucking his cock.
Licking his balls.
Letting him put his big dick up her ass…
Like she had all those years ago…
He groaned gutturally and his cum rushed up his shaft. It splashed deep into the hot blonde’s mouth. She slid her mouth off of him wetly. She aimed his gigantic cock at her scrumptious co-worker.
Gael splashed again.
He imagined he was spraying his load all over Diana’s face.
He couldn’t wait to get to the set of The Wife Games…
—
Diana walked towards Rakesh like a silhouette in a dream.
A surreal, filthy, and very, very wet dream…
From Rakesh’s view, the roving stage lights backlit his wife’s perfect figure as she sauntered towards him. Only her hourglass shape was visible, undulating alluringly. She was naked but for a pair of high heels.
“If for some reason, you’re just joining us,” announced Chris, the handsome co-host of The Wife Games, “The first round of our kinky game-show was one for the ages…”
“Our gorgeous hot-wife Patti nearly sucked off my darling husband,” Chris’s sexy wife, Jessica, said on her microphone.
Somewhere behind Diana the young college boy whose lap she’d been sitting on was zipping up his jeans. But Rakesh wasn’t focusing on that. He was watching the curvy, erotic shape of his wife’s silhouette. The soft clacking of her heels drew closer.
Diana stepped into the beam of a rotating light. Rakesh’s mouth went dry.
“While sexy Diana Vaibhav teased out two hot loads, from two complete strangers, without laying a finger on ‘em…”
The bright studio lights shone on Diana’s heart-shaped face and voluptuous body. She was smiling at Rakesh. Glistening loads of cum clung to each of her full breasts. Semen smeared her nipples and stomach, where she’d hungrily pawed it off, into her mouth. And thick jism covered her pretty cheeks.
His wife had been bathed in the cum of two men. And yet, Diana hadn’t touched a single cock in all of the First Challenge.
Or so Rakesh thought…
Diana came up to him. She seductively placed one naked leg to the left of his knees. Then the other to his right. Straddling him, Rakesh’s view was filled with her thin landing strip of pubic hair.
It glistened with cum…
“Like what you see, baby?” Diana breathed. He nodded, speechless. He was still shocked at his wife behaving like this, for the first time.
Diana dropped onto her husband’s lap.
“I hope you do, baby…” she pouted. She extended her tongue and licked softly over his ear. “Because it felt sooo good… to be so bad.” Diana gently ground her sex over her husband’s crotch. “I came rubbing their spunk into my pussy, Ra…”
Rakesh groaned.
“And…” Diana grinned, perking up. “I got us at least second place this round! We could actually win this…”
She noticed the damp cloth moving against her crotch.
“Babe,” she arched a brow and studied her husband. “Did you…?”
Rakesh sheepishly nodded.
“I — I couldn’t help it,” he said to his wife. “Watching you be like that… fuck, Di… I came twice in my pants. So hard…”
Diana grinned broadly. She leaned in and kissed her husband deeply on the lips.
A feeling of pure love for him spread over her, then oozed warmly down to her engorged clit. Diana was so pleased that she’d made her husband cum from her slutty performance.
She could get used to being a hotwife…
Rakesh held his wife’s naked body tight as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. He grabbed her firm, curvy ass. He felt her cum-soiled crotch through his pants.
Then Rakesh felt something else on his fingers… His body went still.
Jessica announced the wives’ scores after Round One.
“In last place with zero points for a sadly disappointing performance,” Jessica said. Scoreboards updated on screens around the studio. “Our Feminist Studies Teaching Assistant, Daisey.”
Daisey, nude on her husband’s lap, pouted, then sighed exasperatedly. Her husband Kevin gave her an encouraging peck on the cheek.
Rakesh’s fingers ran along the crack of Diana’s naked ass, as their mouths gently parted. He wasn’t one hundred percent certain about what he felt…
“In second place with two points,” Jessica’s husband announced, pants now back around his waist. “For her slutty teasing and taking two cum-shots… we have our sexy financial consultant Diana!”
Applause went up from the audience. Diana turned her face away from Rakesh’s. She beamed at the audience, arching her back and pushing out her naked tits, showing off her sexy, cum-glazed figure. She really was a natural in the spotlight…
What would her co-workers think if they could see her now, Rakesh wondered. His wife was turning out to be a major slut…
But had she done more than he’d even seen? More, for some reason, than she’d even told him?
“And in first place,” Jessica said, “For almost giving my husband the blowjob of a lifetime… with three points, we have our beautiful model, Patti!”
A roar of applause rose to the rafters. Patti waved flirtatiously at the audience. The naked, statuesque model was perched on her ogreish husband’s lap. Karl squeezed her large breasts as she bathed in the applause.
But Rakesh’s focus was elsewhere…
“Di,” he whispered. Diana looked back at him. “Um… on your… your ass…”
Diana looked at her husband. Then she looked down, bashful.
Rakesh was getting to know that look… Innocent. Blushing. A look that got Diana her way any time she wanted, with any man…
“Ra,” she said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” She pouted.
“And with our scores at 3 for Patti, 2 for Diana and 0 for Daisey, we go into Round Two,” Chris said. “Now with her slight lead here, Patti has the advantage as –”
“Hold on, honey,” Jessica said. Her right hand pressed against a hidden earpiece. “I’m getting word from our producers. There might be a problem.”
A low “ooh” sound emanated from the audience. Diana and Rakesh looked at each other.
“Yup,” Jessica continued. “There’s been an issue… We might need to look at those scores again. Let’s take a look at replay action from Round One.”
The hosts turned to the screen. The lights in the large room faded to black.
On her husband’s lap in the dark, Diana felt her pulse quicken. The naked hot-wife had a bad feeling…
The gigantic screen behind the stage shimmered up, bathing the studio in its glow. A slow-motion replay of the First Challenge began.
Diana’s naked body filled the screen…
It was a frontal view of Rakesh’s wife — one of many cameras covering the action. In slow-motion, Diana writhed her naked body on the college boy’s lap. She gazed up at the two men to either side. Her face looked even more gorgeous at the low frame-rate…
Her tongue circling tantalizingly around her lips… Her hands moving slowly down over her body, brushing the sides of her breasts…
The audience was enraptured.
The men’s hands seemed to move at a dreamlike pace over their rods, the heads shiny with pre-cum. Diana’s gaze moved molasses-slow from hard dick to hard dick. Her mouth enunciated in slow-motion. She was too far for the mics to pick up her voice, but at this pace, you could read her lips clearly…
“Cum… for… me… boys…”
Rakesh’s wife rubbed her nipples, teasing the men, in achingly hot slo-mo.
“Spray… my… married… tits…”
The throbbing music was slowed with the rest of the video, giving the scene a drug-like effect. Bass shook the room every other second. The studio lights pulsed, switching colors and bathing Diana’s face and body in a shifting palette.
It was hotter than any porno Rakesh had ever seen. Only this one starred his own, shockingly kinky wife… And hundreds of people were watching…
Diana’s legs were spread obscenely on the screen. The sexy landing-strip of pussy-hair Rakesh loved so much was now displayed to every member of the watching audience.
Rakesh held his wife close while they both looked at the screen.
Diana knew where this was going… She felt her nerves shake through her.
She noticed a few men stroking their bulges, right there in the crowd. She couldn’t help it; the sight thrilled her…
Suddenly, the replay footage switched angles. The cameras capturing a two-third profile showed Diana looking up at the men.
On screen, the older man’s cock ejaculated.
Rakesh watched the river of semen eject his cock-head in slow motion, arc in the air, and splash wetly on his wife’s cheek.
Then the younger man sprayed. The view moved closer.
The audience watched Diana eagerly take their cum. But what was also visible was the college boy whose lap she was sitting on.
And his naked dick, pressed against Diana’s ass…
The audience gasped.
On screen, the collegiate man’s eyes closed in pleasure. He rubbed his fat cock on Rakesh’s wife’s ass as she received her wet tribute from the others.
And then came the smoking gun…
Diana’s hand stole around her waist… reaching slowly around her back…
And in the unforgiving clarity of slow-motion, Rakesh’s wife wrapped her fingers around the college boy’s cock.
The audience’s reaction was audible. They all knew what this meant.
Diana was disqualified from the First Challenge…
She had broken its number-one rule.
Rakesh stared, dumbfounded. He looked at his wife’s face. Diana watched the screen with a guilty look, as her on-screen self stroked the young man’s throbbing dick against her ass…
His thick cock, too, began to spurt.
Hot, white jizz poured onto Diana’s ass-crack at sixty frames a second…
And the screen faded, slowly, to black.
The lights glowed back on in the studio.
Rakesh couldn’t believe it.
He’d just seen his wife stroke off another man on camera. Seen her grind herself onto his shaft while she pumped his cum. Milking it desperately. A horny college boy shooting all over his wife’s shapely ass…
“And there ya’ have it,” Jessica said over the audience’s din. Some were groaning; others cheered. “Turns out our slut-wife Diana did in fact make three cocks cum in the First Challenge!”
“Which means,” Chris said, “She broke the no-touch rule of Round One!”
Loud “oohs” sounded up in the room. Diana flushed red. She shrunk slightly in Rakesh’s lap.
“Now, hold on!” Chris announced dramatically. “Our producers have consulted. They say they’ll still give Diana and Rakesh two points for a truly great performance… but…”
“Her disqualification means a penalty,” Jessica said. She paused for suspense.
“Minus five points!”
Diana’s mouth dropped open.
The scoreboard updated on the screens.
Patti: 3. Daisey: 0.
And Diana… -3.
Rakesh and Diana looked at each other. Rakesh saw the distressed look on his wife’s face. He knew that she’d been unable to help herself. She’d let the scorching heat of the moment overtake her…
He wanted to reassure his wife. He tried to squeeze her waist comfortingly. But they both knew her little handjob was a big deal…
“We’ll be back after this commercial break, with Round Two,” Chris said into his microphone.
“The last round of Day One,” Jessica announced. “And as our regular viewers know, the last round of each day means something very important…”
Along with the hosts, the audience chanted the words excitedly.
“ONE… COUPLE… IS… GOING… HOME!!”
Diana looked at Rakesh again.
They were the bottom-most pair in points. Catching up to the others with their negative score would be almost impossible, leave alone somehow beating them…
Both of them could feel their dream of the grand prize, and everything it meant, fading away fast…
—
But none of those concerns were glimmers on the horizon…
That long, sweaty night three long months ago…
The night that had started everything. The night Diana rode Rakesh’s cock, while they watched her ex-boyfriend on their TV…
After that night, everything changed for them.
Rakesh had woken naked the following morning, tangled in the sheets. Early light was creeping through the cracks in the curtains. His head throbbed, hungover from the two bottles of cabernet they’d shared.
As his eyes shuttered open, he saw Diana, asleep near him. Her hair was scattered on the pillow. One full, naked breast hung over the sheet. And her soft arm was laid over his own nude belly.
His naked wife looked so beautiful…
Rakesh felt something chafing between his thighs. He reached below the sheets, careful not to wake her, and drew it out.
A dark blue, bunched t-shirt. Rakesh unfurled it. The word ‘Arcana’, in a yellow collegiate font, was printed across the chest.
Rakesh furrowed his brow. The U of Arc. Diana’s old alma mater… But this was an especially large shirt, far too big for his shorter, curvy wife.
Something about it itched his memory…
Something that had happened last night…
He couldn’t quite remember the exact steps that had gotten them to the bed. But he knew for certain that he’d cum more than just once yesterday… and so had Diana.
He looked at his wife. Felt her soft arm squeeze sleepily around him. Admired her pretty, sleeping face in the encroaching morning light.
Yes, he remembered. She had told him the filthiest things. All about her movie-star ex, Gael…
Rakesh had cum for her at least thrice…
The morning light finally came through the curtains. Spilled onto the bed. As memories of the evening flooded in, Rakesh realized he was growing hard again.
Shooting his seed in Diana while she told him how she took Gael in the ass…
His cock ached with a stinging soreness. It stood straight up below the sheets.
Rakesh felt his wife stir.
Her eyes blinked dreamily open. Gently, they focused on her husband. A tentative, sleepy look filled her gaze.
“Hi,” Diana said.
“Hi.” It was all Rakesh could muster back.
Her hand moved down over her husband’s hairy belly.
“How are you doing?” Diana asked. Her fingers traced little circles in Rakesh’s belly hair.
“I’m… doing… well,” he said, lengthily. He looked at Diana.
Suddenly, Diana giggled at the strained formality. Rakesh laughed too.
Finally, he ventured…
“You mean about last night?”
Diana paused. She nodded.
Rakesh could feel the soft weight of her palm on his stomach, could feel the warmth of his wife’s body pressed on his own.
“Uh…” he started.
He didn’t know what Diana wanted to hear. Her big round eyes looked at him, filled with a growing concern.
He grew worried. Was she having second thoughts? Did she regret the things she’d said? The things, Rakesh knew, that he’d encouraged her to tell him?
He wondered if he should lie… If he should tell her it had all been a drunken misstep, too much wine and too little filter…
Rakesh took a breath. Diana studied him, concerned. He decided to be honest.
“Di,” he said. “That was the hottest night I’ve ever had in my life.”
She looked at her husband. Their naked thighs grazed each other. Rakesh’s legs felt warm.
“I’ve never cum so hard, or so much. Ever. Everything you said… fuck… everything we did…”
Rakesh exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.
“I loved it, baby,” he said, finally.
Rakesh looked at Diana. She stared back with wide eyes. Then their lips smashed together.
Rakesh and Diana’s mouths pressed tight, her breasts pushing into him.
Diana pulled off sloppily from the kiss. Her gaze was suddenly steady, sincere.
“Ra… you know I love you, right?”
“Of course, babe —”
“You know that, right?” Diana repeated. “You know that it’s your cock I want. It’s your cock I married. It’s you.”
“I know, Di…”
“Baby, I… All the stuff I said…” Diana bit her lip. “Gael… my ex… he’s, he’s really hot, to me… but…”
Rakesh could sense the profound emotion in his wife. Like she was about to cry.
“Di,” he said, taking her in his arms. “I know.”
“I… fantasize about getting fucked, sometimes…” she said, looking away. “By… by other guys…”
“Di… I love you,” Rakesh said. He could feel her wet cheek against him. “And I know you love me.”
Rakesh kissed his wife. He took a deep breath. “And…” he said.
He exhaled.
“I don’t… mind… that you want other men.”
Diana felt a hot tear run down her cheek. She swiped at it with her palm.
“You don’t?” she asked. “Because… I would never want to lose you.”
“You wouldn’t,” Rakesh replied. He added sincerely, “You never could. I love you.”
She looked at him, cheeks flushed with love.
Rakesh decided he’d say it outright.
“All it would do is turn me on.”
Diana wiped her eyes and smiled at her husband. God, she loved him.
Then she realized she wasn’t sure what he meant.
“What? What would turn you on?”
Rakesh took a deep breath.
“Watching you…” He gulped. He exhaled. “Watching you fuck another man.”
Diana studied Rakesh closely.
“If you wanted to… obviously,” Rakesh stumbled, noting the probing look on her face. “If it would turn you on, too.”
Diana bit her lip. Gazed downward.
“Is that what you want?” she asked.
Rakesh hesitated. He didn’t answer. Diana looked at him.
“Do you want to watch another man fuck me?” she asked.
The question sent a shiver pulsing through Rakesh’s crotch. He gulped.
This time Diana said it in a low whisper. “Do you want to see another man’s… cock… fuck my little pussy?”
It came out from Rakesh’s throat with a croak. “Yes,” he replied.
Diana looked at Rakesh.
She reached over and groped around gently. Then she found what she was looking for. Her soft fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. She gave a small whimper of surprise at the hard, waiting package.
She kissed her excited husband.
Their lips smooched for what felt like a full minute. Rakesh wanted to know how she felt about what he’d said.
Diana pulled away.
“Play with my cunt,” she said breathlessly.
She moaned as Rakesh’s fingers moved between the folds of her snatch. She was wet.
“I want to do what makes you happiest,” Diana moaned. “And yes, I want cock. I love cock… But…”
He felt her fingers stroke his hard shaft.
“But only with you there.”
“Fuck…” he said, his cock aching for release. “I love you, Di.” He felt her juices slicken his fingers.
“I mean it,” Diana said, licking her husband’s ear. “I’d only do it with you watching… with you knowing… Because I will never, ever cheat on you… okay, baby?”
She looked him in the eyes. “It’s important to me that you know that.”
“Yes,” Rakesh growled, his breath rasping. “I want that… I want to watch you… take another man’s cock…”
Diana licked his other ear. She exhaled as Rakesh found her clit.
“I’d… never cheat on you…” she repeated between groans. “So if I take another man’s cock… It’s you I love. It’s your cock I love.”
Diana pumped his dick. His fingers fell involuntarily from her pussy lips.
Diana gripped harder around Rakesh’s shaft. Precum flooded over his cockhead, the wetness spreading over her fingers. Pumping him…
Diana really did love the feel of a man’s cock… She always had…
She released his shaft and her hand moved downwards. She cupped her husband’s aching balls. She rolled them between her fingers.
Diana made Rakesh moan, playing with his scrotum the way she knew he liked. Rakesh shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his wife’s soft kneading.
Diana noticed the U of Arc shirt laying near him on the bed.
She wondered if Rakesh remembered…
Suddenly, we CUT TO:
—
EXT. CHELSEA STREET. EXTREME WIDE SHOT.
The outside of Diana and Rakesh’s apartment building, seen from very far away.
A light WHIR. Out view zooms CLOSER, and CLOSER…
A viewfinder cycles over the image. We’re looking through a telephoto lens.
The view angles towards the apartment’s distant windows. Through the gauzy fabric of the curtains, Rakesh and Diana are dimly visible, cuddling in the sheets.
Our view blurs, then focuses.
CLICK.
The telephoto lens snaps a photograph.
BACK TO —
—
Diana released her husband’s balls. She reached for the balled-up t-shirt.
Rakesh’s eyes opened to see her sitting up, pulling the tee over her shoulders.
“Babe,” he started, “What…?”
From the look in his eyes, she could tell Rakesh couldn’t quite remember…
The t-shirt was baggy on her curvy frame. Now she sat up to her knees on the bed, and the blue cloth hung down to her thighs. She began to fondle her breasts through the soft fabric.
“Damn, Ra… you must’ve been really drunk last night.” She grinned. “Because you got very hard when I fucked myself with this between my legs…”
Diana turned away from Rakesh, her ass swaying to an unheard melody. She bent forward, getting on all fours.
“Don’t you remember, sweetie?” she asked, reaching back and pulling the shirt up over her ass.
She wiggled her naked rear, and dropped the bomb…
“This is Gael’s old t-shirt…”
Rakesh gulped. He pulled the sheets off and grasped his throbbing dick. It almost hurt to touch after how much he’d cum. But he couldn’t help it. The sight of his wife on all fours, telling him this, was driving him wild.
It was so fucking naughty… so wrong…
“That’s — that’s right,” he said. “The one thing you held on to after you two broke up…”
He had a brief flash of realization that he never knew exactly why they had broken up…
But that was the last thing he cared about now.
Diana dropped her head down on the pillow. Her back was arched, and her ass was pushed high in the air. The wet flesh of her pussy lips was visible between her legs.
Her pink fuckhole looked juicy and inviting…
Rakesh sat up, stroking his cock, ready to fuck his wife’s hot pussy…
“Mmmm,” Diana said, moving her ass in a slow circle. “Baby… I know I’m going to make you late for work, but…”
She reached back with both hands, and slowly parted her ass cheeks.
Rakesh’s heart thumped, watching his wife’s raunchy display.
Diana’s puckered asshole came into view. Her tight, forbidden hole, where he’d never been before… but he now knew Gael had. The man whose shirt she was wearing over her otherwise buck-naked body.
Diana looked back at him from the pillow.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she breathed.
It was one of the best things Rakesh had ever heard.
—
It was one of the worst things Rakesh had ever heard.
“Welcome back from our brief commercial interruption,” the unseen announcer of The Wife Games had said.
It had been a full three months since Diana had offered Rakesh her ass that morning…
Not that that was the standard by which he now measured time…
“And now,” the announcer continued, “Welcome your favorite and naughtiest host back to the stage… it’s Jessica Cavendish!”
A spotlight circled into focus, roving around the darkness of the studio, and landing onstage. The audience cheered. To Rakesh, it felt like a roar.
There was Jessica, the scorching hot co-host of the show. A tight, red vinyl robe hugged her hourglass figure, and halted at the top of her long, shapely legs. On the left breast was an embroidered black insignia: an open, female pair of lips, with two phallic shapes entering from either side — the official logo of The Wife Games. She had tall, red heels on, and a pearly-white grin on her beautiful face.
“Welcome back, pervs,” she said with a wink. “I hope you have your clits at your fingertips and your dicks in your hands, because our slut-wives are backstage and ready for the final challenge before today’s elimination…”
Rakesh watched Jessica from an angled view behind. Occasionally, camera lenses twinkled, reflecting the spotlight. The rest of the room was dark.
Rakesh felt invisible in his shadowed seat to stage right. He let his eyes unabashedly scan Jessica’s hot body. Her curvy ass pushed out the tight red vinyl.
And then she said one of the worst things he’d ever heard…
“A challenge where we see which slut-wife can make her husband cum the fastest… it’s The Husbands’ Cum-Off!“
The lights came up, revealing him.
Rakesh gulped audibly. The audience went wild. To him, they seemed to be hooting.
This was the final challenge of the day, which meant one couple was going home. The crowd knew this, and heaved with excitement. Rakesh felt like he was in the center of the field at the Superbowl, or on pitch at a World Cup cricket match…
The three husbands, Rakesh, Kevin, and Karl, had matching robes on. The fluffy black dressing gowns bore golden crests with the same Wife Games logo.
But each man had visibly different emotions on his face.
Kevin, Daisey’s husband, looked dazed. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Karl had an easy grin on his wide, scruffy mug. He was leaning back in his armchair. His meaty legs spread wide in his robe, as his hand casually groped himself inside. After all, his wife Patti had put them steadily in the lead.
Only Rakesh looked utterly distraught.
There was no hope the drained husband could win this challenge…
“After an incredible Strip-Off, and a spunky scandal with our slut-wife Diana…” Jessica said, drawing laughs and cheers from the audience, “We have Patti and Karl in the lead with three points, Daisey and Kevin at zero, and our cum-queen Diana and Rakesh, at minus three! So… who’s going home tonight?!”
The audience cheered thunderously.
To Rakesh, they weren’t so much applauding. They were baying for blood.
This wasn’t a football field or a cricket pitch. It was a fucking colosseum. A kinky, erotic, blood-match to the death…
Jessica walked over towards the men. Her long heels clacked under her.
“And now we find out which of our lucky husbands has the best cum control. Boys… stand.”
Karl grunted as he heaved himself up. Rakesh swallowed, coming out of his seat.
He had changed backstage at the assistant Chloe’s request. He’d taken the chance to quickly wash off the double-load of cum he’d sprayed watching Diana.
“Kevin,” Jessica said, moving in front of the clean-cut professional, all the way to Rakesh’s left. “How do you feel knowing your hot wife is about to come out to try and make you cum?”
“I’m… I’m excited?” he said. In two swift motions, Jessica undid the belt on Kevin’s robe and pushed it over his shoulders.
Kevin’s naked body was skinny and pale. His average-sized dick was semi-hard.
Rakesh couldn’t remember the last time he’d had that close a view of another man’s nude penis. The locker room at his workplace gym, perhaps. He moved his eyes away from Kevin’s semi-erect shaft. He didn’t know where to look.
“Well, that’s good,” Jessica purred. She wrapped her hand around Kevin’s rod and gave him a soft stroke. Kevin moaned long, like no one had touched him that skillfully in years.
Jessica grinned. She moved down the line. “What about you, Karl?”
She untied Karl’s robe around his girthy midsection.
“I can’t wait to give my slut some cum,” Karl said, gruffily. “And win this fuckin’ thing already!”
Some cheered in the audience — fans of sexy Patti. Others scoffed at Karl’s arrogant tone.
Jessica pulled the beefy man’s robe over his shoulders. It dropped to the ground. His huge, hairy belly hung over his waist, but from below it…
Rakesh did a double take.
He had one of the thickest cocks Rakesh had ever seen, in porn or in person. Karl’s penis was not very long, but so large around that it looked like… well, like some kind of fleshy wrist.
Jessica stared.
Then she reached down. She wrapped her soft hand around Karl’s fat dick-head. Her fingers looked small curling around its girth. Karl grunted in satisfaction at the gorgeous woman’s touch.
“Look at that thick slab of meat,” Jessica said, caressing his hard cock. “I don’t know if I could even get that in my mouth!”
“You should try,” he said with a wink.
Jessica grinned. Then the pretty host sashayed her way to Rakesh.
Rakesh could smell her perfume. It was fresh and sensuous. The leggy woman studied him with a smirk.
“Well, big boy,” she said in a low purr. “You ready to show everybody that hard dick?”
Rakesh gulped again. He felt his knees shake. His cock was probably as far from hard as it had ever been…
Rakesh had shot so much cum watching Diana get sprayed by those strangers, his balls felt less than empty.
“I —” he began, but Jessica was already tugging off his robe.
Rakesh felt the cool air of the studio hit him. The foxy co-host whisked the fabric over his shoulders. Then it was off his body.
Rakesh was naked.
Hundreds were watching.
And his cock was completely soft…
Rakesh heard a low “oooh” murmuring through the audience. He felt his cheeks burn bright red. Perhaps, he felt, the whole length of his tan, skinny body was flushed. Despite the studio’s chilled temperature, his skin was on fire.
Jessica stared at his flaccid penis.
“Not quite there yet, huh?” she said. She took a step forward. She pressed her toned body onto his.
Rakesh inhaled sharp. Her large tits smushed against his torso. Her stunning face was inches from his own. She opened her lips, like they were about to kiss.
Then she whispered, “You’re gonna get that dick hard for your wife, though, aren’t you?”
Rakesh could barely nod.
“She needs that cum, Rakesh,” Jessica continued in a hush, her hand snaking down his bare chest. “We’ve all seen how much she needs cum…”
Jessica’s cool fingers gently wrapped around his cock.
She began to caress his flaccid shaft with all five finger-tips. Back and forth… from base to tip…
This was the first woman who had touched Rakesh’s penis since the day he’d met Diana.
“Well,” Jessica said, releasing him and moving backwards. “I’m sure you’ll get there for your wife.” And with a wry smile, she added, “After all, three men already did…”
The audience laughed. Rakesh flushed a bright crimson.
Jessica turned to the crowd. “Now… Who’s ready to bring out these boys’ hot wives?!”
The audience cheered hungrily.
A spotlight shone up on Chris, Jessica’s husband, on the other side of the stage. Like Jessica, he was in a plush robe emblazoned with the show’s erotic logo.
“In that case,” Chris said, flashing his million-dollar, TV-ready smile. “Let’s welcome them once more… Patti… Daisey… and Diana!”
A house track dropped heavily on the speakers. The room darkened.
The audience roared as Patti came out in a white lace one-piece.
The sides tightly clutched her mammoth tits. Her nipples were visible under the sheer fabric. The high cut at the bottom of the lingerie revealed the sides of the stunning model’s shaven mound and her gym-shaped ass. The audience applauded enthusiastically.
Rakesh heard Kevin gulp next to him as Daisey came out next. Kevin’s timid wife looked… hot. Certainly the hottest she had thus far on the show.
Her dark hair was pinned up in a poof, the sides hanging down to frame her face. She wore a short grey trenchcoat that hung open like a flasher’s. Her black bra and panties were visible within.
In his peripheral vision, Rakesh saw that Kevin’s naked cock was sticking straight out. The audience cheered for Daisey, too.
And then — out of the darkness of backstage, Rakesh’s wife stepped into the suffused glow.
Rakesh’s fists balled, sweaty and tight, as he followed each clack of Diana’s tall red heels towards centerstage. Her beautiful, pedicured feet and shapely legs were covered in red net stockings that went all the way up to her thighs.
A minuscule red thong of the same mesh material formed a little triangle over her pussy. Her thin, sexy landing strip peeked through the mesh. Her taut belly was bare, and her big boobs were pushed tight inside a scanty red bra. Her nipples poked through holes in the mesh, naked and hard.
Diana twirled around to reveal her nearly bare ass. Then she took centerstage and stuck her hands on her hips. Nothing but a few wisps of string kept her naked flesh from the full view of the audience.
Her lips were ruby red. And her eyes, set off with eye-shadow, burned with lusty challenge.
With their backs against the ropes on the scoreboard… Diana wanted to convey one thing. She was a slut.
A slut here to fuck.
As the music faded, the audience roared and whistled for Rakesh’s wife. She looked over at Rakesh.
Had he heard that roar? she seemed to ask, with a cocked eyebrow. They might actually have a chance of staying in the game…
Diana let her gaze drift downward. To Rakesh’s dangling, flaccid penis…
And her grin faded.
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