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CHAPTER 6:
THE BUILD-UP
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In a very literal sense, Rakesh and Diana could not afford to be eliminated from the Wife Games.
That sweaty night three months ago… Before the Games was even a dot on their collective horizon…
That night had marked a major change for them. After all, Diana had watched her ex on their television screen while Rakesh fucked her, and then the next morning she’d given her husband her ass.
The double whammy had kicked off a sexual tornado.
Over the weeks that followed, both teased and played with each other endlessly.
Rakesh would be at work, sweating under a mountain of corporate paperwork, when he’d get a text from Diana. ’Just dreaming about sucking big, hard cocks in front of you…’ it would say.
Or they’d be driving on the expressway one weekend to Rakesh’s cousin’s house, when Diana would gently ease her breasts out of her top. “Think someone will notice?” she’d pout. “I hope they do…”
One night, while feverishly fucking in their bed, Diana pulled Rakesh’s cock out of her. She grasped it and led him to their balcony. In full view of the moonlit street, Diana proceeded to give him an expert blowjob until he sprayed her face.
It was late enough that no one was around to see, but the thought of her cock-sucking being watched thrilled them both…
Occasionally their roleplay would turn riskily specific. Once Diana slid up behind Rakesh as he answered some e-mails, whispering in his ear.
“I’m going to go work out now,” she breathed. “Can I suck my trainer’s cock afterwards?”
Rakesh gulped as his shaft hardened.
“Please, baby?” Diana had purred, licking his earlobe. “You won’t get mad if I give Will a sloppy blowjob to say thanks? Just one?”
Rakesh growled as he stood up, bent his wife over, and tore off her workout shorts.
“Yesss…” he’d said as he sank his full erection in. “Suck Will’s cock, you slut…”
After weeks of this filthy erotic volleying, Rakesh finally decided to introduce Diana to his favorite show.
Despite all their naughty roleplay, he felt his hand shake as he connected the encrypted stream to the living room television. He was apprehensive about her reaction.
Halfway through the first episode of The Wife Games, Diana was so turned on by the sight of a hot-wife being pounded by two men in front of her husband, Rakesh had to drop between her legs and tongue her to one of the hardest orgasms of her life.
It was all driving Rakesh wild…
His unceasing arousal, in turn, was riling up Diana.
One morning, about a month before the Games, Rakesh found himself arriving late to work. Diana had made them both late, with a very satiating bout of anal in the shower…
In the elevator on the way up, Rakesh couldn’t help but grin at the recent memory. His hard cock pistoning in and out of Diana’s wet rear… Damn, his wife was hot.
His dick started to quiver in his slacks.
And as though on cue, a text from her popped up on his phone.
Rakesh pulled it up, and his eyes widened.
It was a picture she had taken in the mirror of her gym’s locker room.
She had on a tight, purple sports-bra that served a generous helping of cleavage. Black lycra shorts gripped her shapely hips, and ended at the curve of her thighs. The straps of her black thong were pulled up so they were visible below her taut belly.
With her hair pulled high in a ponytail, Rakesh’s wife looked she’d stepped out of a particularly kinky Sports Illustrated photo-shoot.
A text followed the image.
“About to work out before work. Think I’ll get some attention?”
Holy shit. Rakesh’s mouth went dry. Diana was going to work out in front of a bunch of muscle-heads in an incredibly slutty outfit…
She was ratcheting up their game.
As the elevator doors slid open on the eighth floor, Rakesh had to text his wife back quickly.
“You naughty slut,” he wrote. “Are you doing this to make Will hard?”
He knew an epic round of sex was waiting when they got home, with Diana teasing him about how she’d almost gone through with her naughty plan to blow her trainer.
Rakesh was so distracted, it was far too long before he finally checked his watch. He was seventeen minutes late.
And something was terribly wrong.
Two of his co-workers were shuffling towards his elevator, cardboard crates in their hands.
Rakesh made eye contact with one, and then the other. Their gazes were hollow.
Personal items filled their crates: family photographs, planners, a university pennant.
And as Rakesh met their gazes, he knew from one look that his own fate was going to be the same…
Thirty minutes later, Rakesh drove home in a daze. His lascivious hopes for the evening with Diana felt like distant memories. He couldn’t believe it.
Four years at a reputable financial institution, doing what he considered perfectly good work — and now the whole company was going under…
How was Rakesh going to tell Diana he’d been let go?
He was nursing a bottle of Boddingtons when she got home that evening. Any other night, after seeing a red-hot photo like the one Diana had sent, they would have jumped straight into bed together.
This time, Rakesh opened the conversation with a somber, “I have to tell you something.”
Diana surprised him with her own grave tone.
“I do, too.”
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After Diana, it was Daisey’s turn in the Cum-Off.
The pretty teaching assistant moved quickly over the stage stairs. She stepped nimbly down into the husbands’ circle, wearing only her underwear.
Daisey’s pale skin reflected the bright studio lights. Her nipples stood out on her small chest — round, excited nubs in her black bra.
As she moved in front of her husband, Kevin, Rakesh checked out her shapely, panty-clad ass. It was certainly the shy, graduate T.A.’s most attractive feature.
“And your two-minute Cum-Off starts…” announced Chris from the darkened room, “Now!”
The young wife got on her knees. Her hand wrapped around her husband’s thin, hard shaft. She started to jerk him.
Rakesh loosed a sigh of relief as he watched Daisey’s clumsy handjob. They might yet have a chance to beat them.
Kevin gently guided Daisey’s face over his cockhead. She worked her mouth over her husband’s dick. To Rakesh it looked… cursory. Like a rare, perfunctory act that clearly wasn’t a regular part of their lovemaking.
After two minutes of her oral attempts, Jessica called out, “Time!”
The scoreboard remained the same. No cum points awarded.
Daisey kissed Kevin on the lips, and went back up to the stage. Rakesh’s hopes rose.
“Next up in the Cum-Off circle…” chimed Chris from his microphone. “Our reigning hot-wife, Patti Beacham!”
The audience’s cheer for the current front-runner was thunderous.
Patti stepped down the stage in her tall, bone-white heels.
Her face radiated an animal magnetism. She was supermodel-hot, with ravishing, eye-catching features. Her body, clutched tight in a lacy bridal one-piece, swelled with breathtaking curves.
Fuck, Rakesh thought to himself. Even Patti’s walk was electrifying. Every step spelled naughtiness, invitation… sex.
The crowd’s cheering grew louder, and Rakesh grew more worried.
Karl was eagerly stroking his fat slab of a cock. Diana’s teasing had done the work to turn him on.
Was Patti going to take advantage now, and milk the cum from her husband’s balls?
The stunning woman moved in front of his seat.
Karl stared up with an ogreish lust. His meat slapped against his sizable belly as he wanked himself.
“You look so hot, babe,” he gruffed, masturbating and ogling his wife. “What a good fuckin’ slut.”
“That’s right, baby…” Patti said, twisting her hips. She emphasized her massive boobs for her man. “Let’s show everyone here what a slut I am, all right? Shoot for me. Everywhere.”
“You bet I will,” Karl said with a grin.
“And your time,” Jessica announced, “Starts… now!”
Patti wasn’t going to waste a second.
She dropped to her knees. She separated her husband’s meaty thighs.
She leaned swiftly in and began to lave her husband’s full balls with her tongue. The gorgeous woman wrapped her fingers around his sweaty shaft. She pumped his hard, fat cock.
Rakesh, like everyone else in the audience, stared in silent awe.
Patti’s technique was expertlike. She worked her tongue in frenzied circles around each one of Karl’s thick, hairy balls. Her hand stroked rapidly up and down his squat, almost rotund dong. With her other hand, she scratched gently along the fat man’s thigh with five long, painted nails…
It wasn’t long before Karl groaned and grasped her head. “I’m close…” he murmured.
Rakesh grimaced. The Beachams were about to win the round…
Patti took it as a cue, releasing Karl’s balls and cock. She dropped back on her haunches.
Karl stood from his seat, exhaling with the effort. The studio lights hit the sheen of his sweaty back, and hairy, perspiring belly.
Patti opened her mouth into an inviting ‘O’, and pushed out her tongue.
Rakesh fought the urge to touch his own cock while watching, the way Kevin was doing now. Who could blame him with the sight in front of them?
A stunning beauty queen, kneeling with her mouth wide open. Inviting her husband’s double-wide cock…
Karl grabbed her head. He began to fuck her face.
The only sounds in the studio were the repeated smack of Karl’s jiggling flesh, and the periodic glugs of Patti’s mouth.
Sweat poured down Karl’s bearded face.
She looked up at him with those pretty eyes.
Karl’s balls tingled. He used her mouth, fast. His heavy testes readied their thick splatter.
“Patti…” he growled, grasping her hair. He shut his eyes, feeling his explosion rise. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“And… TIME!” Chris’s voice boomed.
Groans and cheers rose from the audience in a loud melange. Karl groaned the loudest, and Patti drew her full lips off of his dripping slab.
Pre-cum and saliva shone on the giant bulb of his cockhead. His short, fat cock was an angry crimson shade. Karl swore at his frustrated orgasm.
He fell back in his seat with an exasperated growl. Patti leaned in to kiss her husband comfortingly. Her fingertips grazed gently over his aching red shaft and balls.
She ended their lip-lock, smiled small, and sauntered back towards the stage.
Rakesh exhaled.
He hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath.
That was close.
Had Patti gotten Karl to shoot his load, Rakesh and Diana would already be going home.
The arena lighting lifted back up. Chris and Jessica stepped to the stage.
“And so goes the first round of our Cum-Offs!” Jessica announced with a cheerful laugh. “A round of close calls but no… cumshot cigars?”
“You got that weird metaphor right, babe,” Chris chimed back, wrapping an arm around his wife. She swatted playfully at him for the dig. “But fear not, the couples have one more chance to gain some extra points before the day is over…”
Rakesh scanned the now lit studio. Audience members had flushed faces. Their expressions seemed enervated and excited, both turned on and wiped out by the dramatic previous round.
“That’s right,” Jessica said. “You see, ya’ beautiful pervs… we have a very special Bonus Round coming up for these lusty ladies…”
Rakesh’s eyes met Diana’s up on the stage.
What were they in for now?
“A round we call… Talking To Strangers!”
A curious ‘ooh’ came up from the crowd.
“In a few moments, each of our hotwives here is going to head into the audience and pick a man of their choosing…” Chris explained. “Someone whom, I hardly need tell ya’, they’ve never met before.”
“Hell, they won’t even learn their names!” Jessica said. “But they will be talking to these strangers… talking very, very dirty…”
Rakesh felt a warmth spread deep in his balls. He gulped.
“And using only their hands,” finished Chris. “To get these men off.”
So Diana was going to jerk off a stranger, right in front of Rakesh? He felt his heart quicken.
“And if any of the wives make these strangers cum within the three-minute limit?” Jessica asked rhetorically. “That couple gets three extra points!”
Rakesh’s eyes drifted back to the unchanged scoreboard.
Patti: 3. Daisey: 0. Diana: -3.
They were on the verge of being sent home. But if they could just get a point boost, they could tie with Daisey and Kevin…
Rakesh’s eyes shifted back to Diana’s.
She stared at her husband and inhaled deeply. Her breath pushed out her mesh-bound tits. Her perky, excited nipples were on full display.
“Y’know,” Jessica said thoughtfully. “I wonder if we’ll see any bonus points at all in this round…”
“Good point,” her husband agreed. “These hot-wives have to quickly assess what gets a total stranger off fast, and then get real creative with their fingers and their words. No easy feat!”
“And to win this challenge in just three minutes,” Jessica went on. “They’re gonna have to get very, very slutty…”
Diana and Rakesh were thinking the same thing.
How slutty, exactly, could Diana get?
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“What the living fuck do you mean you’re gonna be on it?”
Benny K. asked the question with a gaping mouth.
Sensing no impending answer, Benny restated the question. “You’re gonna be on this show? On The Wife Games?“
Gael sighed. He’d just gone through all this with his agent, then his managers, and then his publicist. He’d dodged the issue with Lawrence Änswer, but only because the super-producer was busy signing him on to a handful of the biggest movie franchises on earth.
Of course he knew this was a staggering risk. But he relished risk. It was how he’d built his mythic career. What else was new?
Gael just shrugged. He curved his Kramler around a narrow bend, up onto Swallow Drive. The turn revealed a stunning night view from the hills. The city lights shimmered like a carpet of opalescent stars.
“Dude,” Benny said. “I’m not just saying this as your finance manager, I’m sayin’ it as your fuckin’ friend… I mean, c’mon! You know the shit you’re gonna lose?”
Gael maneuvered the convertible higher up the winding hill streets. He turned onto Nightingale Drive.
They were now solidly up in The Birds. A quiet array of streets high in the Hollywood Hills, the exclusive enclave was legendary in the world of real-estate, and a well-kept secret outside of it. Many of the most expensive homes on earth sat on the avian-themed drives, inhabited by a who’s-who of the world’s most famous faces.
Which was precisely Benny’s point…
“Look around, bud!” Benny gesticulated to his pal. “Look where you live! Look at what you do! You’re in the highest-grossing flick of the year. You’re Gael fuckin’ Sankur! You can’t be on some late-night streaming contest for cucks, or whatever the hell this –”
“Hot-wives,” Gael sighed. “There’s a whole nomenclature. It’s a different…”
The young sex symbol shook his head. After all, he knew Benny was right. He was risking everything for this. Benny just didn’t know for what.
Gael exhaled.
“Okay. You wanna know the truth?”
Benny looked over at his oldest friend.
Gael kept his eyes forward. He maneuvered the convertible into the massive round cul-de-sac at the end of Blue Jay Way.
An enormous, historic Spanish-style estate loomed over the cliffside. Behind twelve-foot hedges, the rounded white walls of a mansion glowed in the moonlight.
Gael hit an icon on his car’s dashboard. A chrome-plated garage door began to slide open.
Finally, he looked at Benny.
“Diana’s on the show.”
It took his bearded buddy a second to comprehend this.
Diana…
“Not…”
That Diana?
Benny K. dropped into silence, gobsmacked.
Gael pulled into the cavernous garage. He steered the convertible into a row of cars. It took its spot between a gleaming, two-tone Bentley and his bespoke Pagani Huayra.
Gael clicked the screen. The garage door whirred closed. He stepped out of the roadster.
Benny stared, still sitting in the passenger seat.
“What?” Gael said.
“Diana?” Ben could hardly believe the name issuing from his mouth.
Gael fished his duffel bag from the back seat. He didn’t want to have this discussion.
“Your ex-girlfriend…” Benny said, pointedly, hopping out of the Kramler. “So did you, like, forget what happened at Arcana?”
He followed Gael across the cavernous garage. They padded past his stunning automobile collection – a neon-blue Lamborghini Diablo, a vintage Rolls Royce Silver Wraith, even a chromed Maruti Suzuki that he’d retrofitted with suicide doors.
If there’s one thing you couldn’t accuse the brother of, thought Benny, it was subtlety.
But just who was Gael trying to prove something to?
Had it been Diana, all along?
“‘Course I haven’t forgotten college,” Gael muttered, pocketing his keys. He walked towards a wide oak door that led into his house. “Maybe… that’s why I need to see her.”
“Dude.” It was all Benny could say. He shook his head. “Dude!”
Before Gael could open the door, Benny jolted with an important realization. He placed a gentle hand on Gael’s chest. Stopping him.
“Look,” Benny said. He took a deep breath, as though for the two of them. “Let’s just… try not to think about all that shit right now. Tonight. Alright?”
“Why not?” Gael asked.
Benny paused.
He threw open the door to Chez Gael.
There was a pause.
Then there was a deafening roar.
Oh, that’s why.