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My sincere apologies for the delay. Some life things led to a short hiatus, but this will resume its twice-weekly run for anyone following this saga of a couple participating in a game show with increasingly naughty challenges.
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CHAPTER 7:
SYSTEM SHOCKS
Rakesh and the other husbands sat stock-still.
The Bonus Round began.
The naked men watched as their wives weaved through the hungry audience.
The lingerie-clad beauties were gauging the men, trying to clinch their best bets… They needed to select the perfect stranger to jerk to completion. The question was: Who could they make cum, and quick?
A driving electronic beat coursed through the studio, energizing the action. Wandering spotlights criss-crossed over the packed crowd.
Patti made her choice first.
The buxom model beelined straight for the college student she had lap-danced for in the Strip-Off.
The fresh-faced nineteen-year-old beamed with joy as she approached. Patti took his hand and led him to the circle. The young man shook feverishly; he couldn’t believe his luck. His cock already tented the front of his cargo shorts.
Daisey took her time.
The teaching assistant walked by a few men who eagerly raised their hands in offer to the petite woman. She rolled her eyes.
Rakesh couldn’t help but notice how she quickly skipped by the brown and black men in the audience. A slight grimace played over her lips as she stepped past a pair of cheering Arab men. Daisey shook her head with slight disgust, and nimbly moved by.
Was there some sort of history there – or merely evidence of Daisey’s prejudice?
Of course, Rakesh thought, the pieces of Daisey’s seemingly dismissive behavior to him falling into place. Daisey’s racist…
He watched as, finally, she found a man who looked a fair bit like her husband Kevin. He was a skinny, unassuming blond white man in slacks. He seemed excited to be selected for the handjob. Daisey led him to the husbands’ circle.
Diana, meanwhile, drew no shortage of admiring stares as she maneuvered through the packed aisles. People checked out her nearly naked ass and tits openly while she sauntered past in heels and mesh lingerie.
Her eyes twinkled mischievously as men – and some women – ogled and cheered. The bolder men volunteered themselves eagerly as Diana studied their bodies and faces.
Her decision was a critical one. If they didn’t gain any bonus points, they’d be packing right up…
Suddenly, her eyes fell on an attractive man in his twenties. He gazed at Rakesh’s wife with burning lust in his eyes. Her Strip-Off performance had really turned him on…
Diana stopped. She let her eyes drift down to the pronounced erection bulging in his pants – pointing right at her.
He would do just fine.
In moments, Diana led the lucky stranger by the hand, back towards her husband.
Despite the cold studio air, sweat was beading on Rakesh’s brow. His wife stepped into the circle.
All three wives had now selected their partners. They stood with them in front of their seated, naked husbands.
The music faded down.
“Alright, ya’ lucky boys,” Jessica intoned from outside the sunken arena. “Time to show our hot-wives what they’ll be working with. Drop those pants!”
Diana stared at the attractive stranger’s eyes. She looked towards her husband.
The college man’s cargo shorts were the first to fall. Rakesh, from his seat, saw his pasty ass come into view in front of Karl. But on the screens around them, his long, thin cock was on full display.
Patti stared down at it with her lips open. The young man’s rod was painfully erect, the head dripping with pre-cum.
Daisey and Diana both watched their selected strangers strip off their pants.
Daisey’s man had a thick shaft that was semi-hard at the prospect of his imminent handjob. Her eyes widened as it came bobbing out of his jeans. It was the first new cock she’d hold since she had been married…
But the others in the circle were barely a blur in Rakesh’s consciousness.
His heart raced as he watched the attractive man in front of him expose himself to Diana.
For some reason, the tall stranger decided first to strip off his gray t-shirt. His body was lean and athletic. Diana let her eyes roam over him admiringly, and Rakesh felt a jealous twinge.
Then the stranger undid his belt. His blue slacks fell to his shoes. He dropped his boxers.
His cock was engorged.
A practically naked man now stood in front of Rakesh’s practically naked wife. Rakesh felt his heart thumping all the way in his throat.
In the Strip-Off, he’d had mere glimpses of Diana’s naughty performance, from a distance. Now she was three feet away.
“To reiterate, ladies,” Chris announced. “You may only use your hands and your words to make these men cum…”
Diana breathed, making sure she’d get that right. Only hands and words. They couldn’t risk another penalty.
Rakesh’s wife studied the stranger’s veiny dick. It wasn’t overly thick, but it was long and very hard. Most notable was the head, which was bulbous and gleaming, pointing invitingly up at Diana’s face…
“And the first wife to make one of these horny strangers cum,” said Jessica. “Will net herself three extra points…”
Diana caught herself ogling the man’s hardness. She looked over at Rakesh.
Her husband looked at her with a mix of shock and fiery desire. He’d caught her lusty admiration of the man. Rakesh’s dick, too, was now rock-hard…
“And now, with no introductions, no names exchanged…” Jessica continued. “Let’s see which of our married sluts can talk and stroke her way to some anonymous cum —”
“The Talking to Strangers challenge begins,” Chris counted. “In 3…”
Diana took a deep breath. She smiled nervously at the attractive audience member.
“2…”
The naked stud smiled back at Rakesh’s hot wife. His eyes moved up and down Diana’s curvy body. She is so hot, he thought.
“And…”
Diana stepped closer. The stranger’s dick bucked.
Yes, Diana thought to herself, she had to make this man shoot cum…
*”*1…”
Make him blow his seed, hard… Right in front of her watching husband…
*”*Go!”
Three hot-wives grasped three ready cocks.
—
A month ago, in their living room, Diana was about to tell Rakesh her news…
Then she noticed the dire cast of her husband’s face.
“What happened?” she asked.
Slowly, Rakesh informed her that his company had gone under. Top executives had been covering up severe losses for a year. Kraftbank brass had been siphoning accounts. The FCA were initiating criminal proceedings. And everyone at Rakesh’s firm had been let go.
Diana let the news wash over her. Rakesh didn’t quite know how to tell her the worst of it…
The couple sat on their couch, staring at each other in a state of shock that was ebbing into devastation.
“Ra, the mandatory rent increase this year…”
“I know.”
“And our travel expenses from the summer. And your Mazda lease. I mean, we still haven’t –”
“I know,” Rakesh replied, staring at the floor.
Suddenly, Diana put her hands over her mouth.
“Oh no,” she said.
With a start she had realized the full import of this turn of events.
“Yes,” Rakesh confirmed, finally meeting her eyes.
“Our savings…”
Rakesh gave an aching, prolonged nod before he responded.
“They were all –”
—
ABRUPTLY CUT TO:
EXT. CHELSEA STREET. WIDE VIEW.
Looking in from outside Diana and Rakesh’s living room window.
Our view ZOOMS OUT slowly.
As the couple talk, we can still hear them – only their voices are now lightly distorted and filtered.
RAKESH (V.O.)
— in my Kraftbank account.
(beat)
They’ve been wiped.
DIANA (V.O.)
Are we going to get them back?
RAKESH (V.O.)
Depends on the FCA ruling… but…
it doesn’t look good.
DIANA (V.O.)
Ra, my position at the consultancy —
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. OCEAN. DAY.
CAMERA travels over the high seas.
The crackle of their distorted conversation continues over.
DIANA (V.O.)
It’s deferred. Given the funding at the
start-up, I doubt they’ll advance me anything.
RAKESH (V.O.)
I assume your folks are still out of the
question…
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ISLAND. DAY.
Blue sky. A dazzling white beach. Palm-fringed coasts circle a little Pacific paradise surrounded by ocean.
The island from our opening titles. Only now, there are no strange buildings protruding from its green peaks —
Just a single GRAY SHED, clustered in meryta trees. We TRACK towards it.
DIANA (V.O.)
You know that. And I just helped Sujata
with that loan. It could be months
before she pays us back. Maybe a year.
RAKESH (V.O.)
… We don’t have that kind of time…
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. SHED.
A SMALL, GLOWING SCREEN, in the dark room.
A green WAVEFORM of Rakesh and Diana’s distorted voices spikes and ebbs.
RAKESH (V.O.)
I did the math.
DIANA (V.O.)
The math?
RAKESH (V.O.)
Yes…
(beat)
We’ll be flat broke within a month.
Someone is listening in and recording them.
BACK TO:
—
Flat broke. Within a month.
The words landed like shattering glass. Diana blanched at Rakesh’s pronouncement.
The couple sat there.
Long minutes passed.
Then, a microscopic dilation expanded in Diana’s eyes.
Her mind started to move, flutter, compute. Her heart gradually quickened.
Another minute passed.
Diana reached for her husband’s hand.
“Ra,” she began softly. She inched closer on the couch. “The show.”
Rakesh furrowed his brow.
“The one you showed me.”
Rakesh didn’t understand. What was she talking about?
She put her hand on his thigh. An electric charge rushed up his leg. Instantly, he understood.
“The Wife Games,” Diana breathed.
Without warning, Rakesh’s cock was hardening into an erection.
“Y-yes?”
“Remember how I came while watching it?” Diana whispered. “While you ate my pussy… again and again…”
Rakesh looked at his wife’s full lips as she spoke.
“Because,” Diana continued, her voice dropping even lower. “I imagined it was me doing those challenges… in front of you…”
A shiver shook through Rakesh’s engorging dick. Diana moved closer still. Their warm legs pressed against each other.
“How much,” she asked Rakesh. “Do you think the prize money is?”
—
About a month later, after a rigorous vetting process and a series of intimate interviews… on the set of those very Wife Games… Rakesh’s fingers clamped the sides of his reclinable chair…
His fingernails hurt. His knuckles were white.
His hot, curvy wife Diana was on her knees in front of him, stroking a complete stranger’s cock in one hand.
The attractive man was the only totally nude stranger in the circle. He looked down lustily as Diana’s hand glided expertly over his oiled-up cock.
Behind them, Rakesh was peripherally aware of Daisey tugging listlessly on her prospect’s rod. He could hear the college boy in front of Patti moan deeply, but she was hidden from Rakesh’s view behind the young man’s ass.
But right now, his eyes could only soak in the sight of his own slutty wife, two feet away.
Diana’s lips were parted erotically as she skillfully massaged the strange cock. She looked over at her husband. Rakesh’s cock stuck straight up in his lap.
She raised her eyebrows. And she started to dirty talk… to both of the men.
“Do you like how I’m jacking off his cock, baby?” she asked Rakesh, her voice dripping with innocence. “Am I doing a good job?”
Rakesh could only nod. His parched lips wouldn’t produce a sound.
Diana grinned. She looked up at the naked stranger.
“My husband says I’m doing a good job being a slut for you…”
Diana’s pace increased. Her fingers squeezed the bulging head with each upstroke.
She loved the feeling of a new cock in her hand…
“Do you like sluts?” she whispered to the man. “Do you like that I’m a naughty, married, fuck-slut?”
The man gritted his teeth. The beautiful hotwife had a filthy mouth…
Diana was trying to suss the stranger out. She needed to find the line of dirty talk that would get him to cum for her…
Rakesh looked down at his own pulsing cock. His head gushed a steady stream of pre-cum. Only minutes ago, he couldn’t get hard. And now his whole shaft seemed to shake from the tension in his balls.
“Do you wanna spray me?” Diana asked. She breathed hotly on the stranger’s bulging cock-head as she stroked. After the penalties of the last round, she was extremely cautious not to touch him with anything but her hands.
Rakesh’s nude body glistened with excitement. He watched his hot wife, clad in nothing but revealing mesh lingerie. And as camera lenses circled and zoomed around them… as a titillated audience watched the three wives stroke their chosen men from all sides… as they ogled Rakesh’s wife’s tits and shaved pussy and practically naked ass…
Diana passionately masturbated a man she’d never met before.
“Spray me like a slut,” Diana begged him, in front of her husband. “Pleeeease?”
She reached up with her other hand. She worked his balls with her fingernails. Both Rakesh and the stranger groaned.
Diana looked over at Rakesh.
She glanced at his pulsing, cum-throbbed cock, that he was trying so hard not to touch… he just didn’t want to risk cumming, and robbing them of some critical points later…
“Look,” she said to the man, keeping her eyes fixed on Rakesh’s dick. “Look how hard my husband is… Even he wants you to spray his slut.”
Diana licked her lips wetly as she stared into her husband’s eyes. She let him ogle her, relishing the hungry gaze of the man she loved…
As she jerked off a stranger’s oiled-up cock…
Kneaded a stranger’s oiled-up balls…
Rakesh’s eyes shut. He was terrified that he was going to spray his load.
And then…
Patti squealed out in delight.
“Fuck yeah, my hot bitch!” Patti’s husband, Karl, cheered. “Get that frat boy’s cum!”
Rakesh’s view of Patti was still obscured, but every monitor around them presented a kinky sight…
The beautiful model beamed broadly as she stroked rope after rope of spunk from the college boy’s stiff, young dick.
Rakesh’s eyes widened. And, along with Diana’s, his spirits sunk.
The youngster’s head was thrown back in a grimace. He shot like a firehose. Thick splashes of his cum drowned Patti’s massive tits in an erotic river. Stray spunk sprayed wetly on her pretty face, covering her grin…
“And there it is!” Jessica announced. The audience roared. “Our first cum-shot of the Cum-Off!”
Rakesh’s distraught gaze racked to the scoreboard over the crowd.
Patti and Karl now had six points. Rakesh and Diana were still at minus three. An impossible, nine-point lead.
“But we still have a minute and thirty seconds to go!” Chris said. “Well, 1:29… 1:28…”
Diana looked desperately at her husband. The hot wife’s fingers resumed stroking the nameless man.
“Can our other wives net any points at all?”
Rakesh looked his wife in the eyes. We need this, baby — he tried to say with his gaze.
Diana felt the stranger’s meat sliding in her grip. How on earth could she get this man off with just a minute and change left?
Of course, Diana thought. They did have one, last-ditch failsafe available…
She wondered if now was the time to use her Secret Ripcord.
“Oh my gosh!” Chris’s voice perked up in surprise. “In an unprecedented showing, we have our slut-wife Patti going for a second cum-load!”
Diana and Rakesh looked over in shock.
Indeed, Patti was masturbating the college-goer’s dick with renewed vigor. The young man was, incredibly, growing hard again.
He groaned as the cum-covered beauty dirty-talked him, her freshly spunked smile tantalizingly close to his cock…
“Shoot for me,” Patti purred. She worked his hardening slab. “Come on, college boy… you only covered my big titties… I need more…”
Fuck, Diana thought, her mind working desperately while she jerked her stranger. That’s why Patti had chosen the young man. Strategy… He was eager, virile, and full of spunk… and by far the youngest of the three men in the circle.
Patti had been aiming for double points all along…
“A minute and fifteen seconds!” Chris announced.
“If you give me more cum,” Patti said enticingly. “I’ll let you fuck me after…”
The young man groaned.
“Let you blow a load in my tight little pussy…” Patti said, licking her lips. “Bet you’ve never done that, have you?”
Her guess was apparently correct as the virginal student groaned loudly. He closed his eyes, feeling a new batch of cum boiling…
Diana needed to think fast.
No, she couldn’t use the Ripcord… not yet. Not ever…
Using it could mean the end of her marriage…
She shook the thought and formed another plan. A naughty one…
Diana glanced at her aroused husband. He was clearly distracted by Patti’s sexy cum-coated body as she tried to coax a second load. So was Diana’s own stranger.
It was time to change that.
“Baby,” she stage-whispered to Rakesh.
Both men looked at Diana’s pretty, heart-shaped face.
“I’m gonna be really bad now… okay?” she asked rhetorically.
She gazed up at the other man. “Because I need your cum, stranger. I reeeeallly need some hot cum.”
Diana took her left hand off his ball-sack. She sucked her index finger into her mouth. She drew it out slowly.
It shone with her saliva.
“One minute,” Chris counted down.
Still stroking the man’s hard dick with one hand, Diana reached between his toned legs. Her sopping index finger moved behind him.
She reached the wet digit between his ass-cheeks…
Diana pushed her fingertip into the man’s asshole.
The stranger’s eyes popped wide with surprise.
“Oh, FUCK!” he screamed out.
Rakesh’s head – and cock – nearly exploded.
Diana jacked the man’s dick rapidly with one hand. Her finger pushed into his tight ass.
Rakesh’s wife was on a mission for cum.
“Well,” Jessica said on her mic. “It looks like our spunk-queen Diana is trying a hot new tactic…”
Rakesh’s mouth hung open with cartoonish shock.
He couldn’t believe his wife was finger-fucking another man’s asshole, right in front of him…
Far behind Diana, Kevin’s jaw dropped open. He’d already had his sights on Diana, and now she was blowing his mind. He completely ignored his own wife’s inproficient handjob.
Ass-play was one of Kevin’s greatest kinks, and Daisey had never wanted to indulge it…
Diana swelled with arousal, wantonly playing with the man’s asshole.
She had done it for Rakesh, once, in their shower. He’d shot his load like an exploding hose… Which was just what Diana needed this stranger to do now…
“Oh fuck, FUCK, fuck!” the man said, gritting his teeth. “You hot slut…”
“Yessss…” Diana moaned out. “Call me filthy fucking names! I love it!”
Her nearly naked pussy was soaked and aching… She wished Rakesh would get under her and eat her out right then.
“Call me a whore in front of my husband!” Diana said.
“You fucking… whore,” the man said to Rakesh’s wife. All his attention was on Diana’s finger dithering his anus. “You hot… ass-fingering… whore…”
“Forty-five seconds!”
“You like that?” Diana asked naughtily. “Hmm, naughty boy? You like when I play with your asshole?”
She could feel his thick head bulging in her grasp. She could feel his tight asshole grip her probing finger.
He was close…
“You like my slut finger in your ass, baby?”
The stranger groaned, long and low.
Kevin’s eyes kept shifting distractedly between his own wife, and the show Diana was putting on.
Daisey’s routine handjob was still having little effect on the Kevin-lookalike. Unlike Diana, Daisey just listlessly repeated a chant. “Cum,” the petite woman intoned. “Cum…”
—
BRIEF CUT:
A SPLIT SCREEN.
Three-way action of Patti, Daisey, and Diana, all jerking and dirty-talking their bulging strangers…
—
“Thirty seconds!” Chris counted.
Patti was expertly working on drawing a second load from the collegiate’s cock.
“Think of how hot my wet, married pussy will feel,” she moaned to the young man. “Give me that thick cum… in my dirty cunt…”
Karl masturbated his fat shaft, cheering his wife on.
“Twenty-five seconds…”
Diana needed this… if Patti got another cum-shot before her, they were finished…
“I love playing with guys’ assholes!” Diana yelled suddenly. “I fucking LOVE it!”
The audience cheered at the slutty pronouncement. The excited man closed his eyes.
Rakesh watched his wife finger the nameless man’s asshole. He watched her jack him and tell the world how much she liked anally fingering men…
He clenched the chair and felt his own hard cock vibrate. Rakesh could feel it thrum, feel his balls churn…
“I’m a fucking slut,” Diana said ecstatically. She looked hotly at her husband. “I’m a dirty slut, baby… you married a slut… sluts like me play with all the boys’ assholes…”
Diana’s fingertip moved rapidly, sloppily, in and out. Her finger smacked wetly as she toyed with the tight grip of the stranger’s anus. Her other hand stroked his excited cock, fast and hard…
“Cum for me, baby,” she said to the man. “While I play with your dirty asshole… in front of my rock-hard hubby…”
“Twenty… Nineteen…”
“Dirty, bad slut… I’m a dirty slut for boys’ dirty assholes…”
And then…
The stranger groaned. His dick bucked.
A rope of thick cum shot out…
“Yesssssss,” Diana purred.
The stranger growled and swore. His hard cock spewed…
Rakesh watched with wide eyes…
Diana stretched out her tongue…
A stranger’s cum splattered on her tongue and lips.
Diana’s kept milking the stud’s prostate. His cock shot again…
Rakesh suddenly grunted from deep within his belly.
His cock and balls took control of him. They flexed his legs and pushed him upwards. Rakesh reared up from his seat.
He couldn’t help it… Rakesh’s thrust his hips towards his wife.
And thick cum shot out of his dick…
Diana squealed with surprise. The stranger’s second spurt splashed her outstretched tongue. She turned with her cum-filled mouth open, to her suddenly standing husband.
Rakesh’s cum sprayed on his wife’s face, joining the stranger’s load…
Rakesh moaned like a caterwaul. His head swam. The sight of his wife, her wet finger in another man’s ass… her tongue receiving his hot load… It was all too much for him.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” Diana said, giggling as the two men’s cum hit her face repeatedly. “Cover my slutty face!”
The two men emptied their balls on her…
“FUCK, DI!” Rakesh shouted. More cum rushed from his sac to his cock-head.
More wet loads from both the men landed on Diana’s laughing face.
The hot-wife was in slut heaven.
“Ho-lee shit,” Chris laughed over the speakers. “It looks like sexy Diana cannot get enough cum! And with just ten seconds to go, it se—”
The urgent patter of feet interrupted his voice.
Kevin, Daisey’s husband, was suddenly rushing from his seat. His cock was in his hand.
Daisey looked at her husband, astonished.
Diana registered the skinny man in her peripheral vision. Still kneeling, she pulled her finger from the stranger’s ass and turned to the approaching husband.
“What happened, baby?” she said to Kevin. “You like what I’m doing to him?”
Kevin nodded frantically, beating his cock over Diana’s face. He desperately wanted the same. Diana knew this.
She grinned devilishly. She reached back and pushed her other fingertip into Kevin’s asshole.
Kevin moaned out so loudly, every person in the circle turned to watch them…
Diana pushed her finger deeper into his ass. It sank in to the first knuckle.
“You like when I fuck your asshole?” she said with a giggle. “You naughty boy—”
Diana didn’t finish the sentence.
A massive geyser of cum splashed her face, yet again.
Kevin roared like a gut-shot animal.
His balls, full and round, emptied themselves in tapioca-like ropes onto Rakesh’s kneeling hot-wife.
Her wriggling finger felt incredible in his tight ass… He’d never felt anything like it.
Diana giggled. She couldn’t believe it. She felt sluttier than she ever had before. She felt cum-drunk.
She cupped her mesh-covered tits and lowered herself below Kevin’s spurting dick. She stuck out her tongue, offering herself to his cock.
Her finger moved rapidly inside his tight, virginal asshole.
The skinny, pent-up husband sprayed her face.
And kept spraying…
It seemed he hadn’t cum at all since the Games had begun. He ejaculated his stored-up load all over Rakesh’s wife.
The slut was being utterly covered in cum.
Rakesh wobbled on his legs. He was completely dazed.
Three men had now paid their wet tribute to his wife…
Rakesh had barely gotten over the shock of Diana playing with a nameless stranger’s asshole. He’d barely gotten over his own body reflexively dousing her in cum. And now his wife was receiving a third load from another husband in the circle…
“And… time?” Jessica announced, with a laugh.
The audience erupted in ear-shattering applause. Bassy music swelled.
Lights faded up around the room.
Kevin squeezed a final string of sperm. It shot out, missing Diana’s face. It trickled down to her drenched sex.
Diana’s breasts were soaked with jets of spunk. Three facials had coated her face in messy white streaks. And as Diana turned seductively to her husband…
Rakesh caught a naughty glint in her eyes.
She eased her finger out of Kevin’s asshole.
Diana opened her mouth wide for her husband.
It was filled with cum.
She moved her tongue around lasciviously, playing with the messy pool of multiple mens’ semen within…
Rakesh groaned, disbelieving, and fell back onto his chair.
This was the woman he married?
Still staring at her husband, Diana closed her mouth and swallowed noisily.
Then, with her eyes fixed on Rakesh, she sucked first one index finger between her lips… and then the other. Fingers that had just been in the assholes of two other men…
Rakesh watched through lidded eyes as Diana silently mouthed words at him…
“I’m your slut…”
The other women in the circle released their own strangers’ rods.
Daisey stared at Diana with daggers in her eyes. After all, the thieving hotwife had completely usurped her husband’s cum in the challenge…
It was more than mere jealousy. It was pure contempt.
Daisey wanted only to get her revenge…
Patti, on the other hand, gazed with grudging admiration. Diana was proving to be quite the worthy opponent after all.
Chris and Jessica stepped back into the circle.
“What a damn round!” Chris said. His erection tented the front of his robe as he stepped close to Diana.
“Incredible,” Jessica said. “Diana takes home three points for making her studly stranger shoot his wad, making her score —”
The scoreboards around updated. Diana and Rakesh were now at… “Zero!”
Diana smiled. It wasn’t an out-and-out victory, but they had become even with Daisey and Kevin.
“But wait,” Chris said. “I’m getting word from our producers that these will not be the final scores of the Cum-Off.”
An “ooooh” proliferated through the audience.
Diana gazed at Rakesh with an eyebrow raised on her cum-glazed face.
“Since Diana’s hot performance also made her husband and Daisey’s husband shoot, both within the time limit…” Jessica said.
“She will get three points for each of their loads too.” Chris said. “Which means… six more points!”
Diana’s eyes went wide. She turned and beamed beautifully at Rakesh. She could just kiss him right then for shooting on her…
But, with all the spunk in her mouth and all over her face, she didn’t know if he’d want that… would he?
The scores updated.
Patti was at 6. Daisey at 0. Diana and Rakesh were also now at 6.
They had tied for the lead!
Kevin reproachfully returned to his seat. Now Daisey shot utter rage at him with her glare. Kevin tried to avoid his wife’s eyes.
Yes, she would get her revenge on Diana…
She simmered with an idea.
Daisey stood silently from her seat. She moved for the producers’ booth…
Diana noticed. A growing worry began to gnaw at her. She bit her cum-soaked lip.
Her spent stranger nodded gratefully at Diana, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned and nodded awkwardly at Rakesh, and then moved out of the circle.
Patti and Daisey’s chosen men were doing the same. Both those strangers, however, still had fully engorged erections.
“Now let’s send these pretty women to the showers before we do the day’s Wrap-Up, shall we?” Chris said. “And then we’ll say goodbye to our losing couple…”
“But for now, let’s take a quick commercial break —”
“Wait,” Diana said.
Rakesh – and everyone else there – looked over at the kneeling woman in surprise.
Diana had reached out and stopped the two strangers from leaving. The college boy and the clean-cut man looked confused.
“The round is over now, right?” Diana asked the show’s hosts. Cum dripped down her face and breasts, making her look impossible slutty. “Which means we don’t have to use only our hands?”
“Uh, I guess so, sweetie,” Jessica said, amused. “But this isn’t a challenge. You know you can’t get any more points, right?”
“I know,” Diana said. The cum-coated hot-wife reached for the two men’s thighs. She nudged the pair of strangers closer around her.
Diana looked at Rakesh.
Her poor husband didn’t know if he had any more shock left in his reserve of emotions…
“I can’t let these boys walk away like this, baby,” Diana pouted at her husband. “It’s cruel. I hope you don’t mind…”
“Mind… what?”
But before Rakesh could get an answer…
Diana grabbed the college boy’s cock. Still looking at her husband, she opened her mouth wide… and wrapped her lips around his long, young shaft.
Rakesh was slack-jawed. Chris and Jessica chuckled.
“She really is some slut!” Chris said.
Theme music came over the scene, and the lights began to roam off.
Rakesh just watched, while his wife sucked one hard dick into her mouth. Then she noisily slurped her lips off of it and moved on to the other.
Sucking off two complete strangers right in front of Rakesh, for the first time…
And it wasn’t even part of the damn competition.
“The Wife Games will be back after these messages…”
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