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This is a series about a kinky game show with increasingly hot challenges for naughty wives and their cuckold husbands.
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CHAPTER 9:
THE SMOKING LENS
Gael listened on his cellphone in shell-shocked silence. He stared at the reflection in his bathroom mirror.
“She –” he asked again. “She did what?”
—
A few hours prior…
Fresh from their shower and from Rakesh’s own little orgasmus interruptus…
The Wife Games resumed with its final segment of Day One.
Rakesh, Diana, and the two other couples were lined up horizontally on the stage, all dressed in plush shower robes. Their hair looked fresh and their faces were all glowing: it appeared as though they’d all had revivifying orgasms in the showers.
All of them, that is, but Rakesh. His member throbbed painfully between his legs.
Diana had let him eat her out on the shower ledge, licking her pussy to a thunderous orgasm. Then, when he’d tried to push his cock into her, she had simply grasped his testicles firmly.
“No, hubby…” she’d said with a naughty grin. “I need these balls completely filled. I need you to compete with those boys who splashed me… and give me a really, really big load… later.”
And so his dick pulsed angrily between his legs, swollen with the denied orgasm. Despite this, he felt rather good.
Somehow, against all the odds, the two had come back from a negative score and tied Patti and Karl for the lead. They’d almost been knocked out of the Games, but thanks to Diana’s rapacious sluttiness, they had stayed to fight another day.
What Rakesh hadn’t registered was just how tense Diana’s body was next to him.
Jessica, the show’s leggy co-host, summed up the day’s scores for the eager audience.
“The lovely Patti and Diana are tied with six points,” she said into her microphone. “Which leaves Daisey and her husband Kevin at zero… making them… our last place couple.”
Some in the audience groaned good-naturedly. They knew this meant that the young pair was headed home. And despite Daisey’s somewhat derisive attitude, she certainly had fans in the audience who wanted to see her naked again.
But as Rakesh looked over at her, he noticed something strange…
Despite being seconds away from losing their spot in their competition, Daisey had a peaceful, almost beatific, grin on her face.
“And so,” Jessica’s husband Chris announced. “It looks like The Wife Games says goodbye to our bottom couple… Daisey and Kevin, any last words?”
“Yes,” Daisey said. She turned. She looked Diana square in the eyes. “I pull my Secret Ripcord.”
A muffled gasp went up in the crowd.
No one, in the history of the show had ever actually used the Ripcord before.
Of every maneuver available to the players of The Wife Games, it was the riskiest possible move.
Diana had been dreading this. She knew Daisey had been out for revenge after Diana milked Kevin in the last round.
Awed, Jessica shook her head.
“Well, audience, I’m as shocked as you are,” she said. “As we mentioned at the beginning, the Ripcord is a last-resort maneuver available to any wife who is about to be eliminated.”
“Every wife completed a pre-show interview,” Chris explained. “After that, our producers determined a specific task for each one, should she challenge another wife or be challenged herself.”
Rakesh was perplexed. He’d had no idea Diana had even participated in such an interview.
Obviously, it was all intentionally kept secret from the husbands…
“Now, when a wife who is being eliminated pulls her Ripcord, ” Jessica said. “She challenges another wife for her spot – and she’ll get it, unless that wife consents to both their secret tasks being performed, right here on the show.”
“That’s right. And if the challenged wife chooses not to? She instantly forfeits the competition.”
Rakesh looked at his wife. Diana looked straight ahead.
What task had they chosen for her, based on her interview?
“Because, folks,” Jessica said with an exhale. “Our wives have every reason not to perform those tasks. Just how risky is the Ripcord Challenge?”
The attractive host paused for effect.
“Risky enough that it could end a marriage…”
Some neophyte audience members exchanged looks, shocked. Could it really be that serious?
“So,” Chris asked, after the coagulated silence. “Daisey, who would you like to challenge?”
The answer was brazenly obvious from the direction of the young wife’s basilisk glare.
“Diana,” she said.
Both Rakesh and Diana stood still as stone.
“Alright then,” Jessica pronounced.
All eyes in the room turned on Rakesh’s wife.
“Diana… do you accept the Ripcord Challenge… or choose to forfeit?”
Rakesh studied his wife with a growing sense of dread. What secret task could the Games possibly ask of her? What could she do that would risk “ending their marriage”? It all seemed preposterous.
Diana felt like her heart was thumping so loud it could be heard in the back row.
But no words seemed to form on her lips.
“Now just to reiterate,” Jessica said, filling the silence and wiping genuine sweat from her forehead. “Doing this challenge could… end… your marriage. So, Daisey… are you sure about this?”
Daisey looked over at her husband, Kevin, who seemed to be paralyzed with shock.
“I don’t care,” Daisey said. “I’ll even go first.”
She looked at Kevin again. There was no remorse in her gaze, just a cold-blooded fury.
Suddenly it was evident that Daisey wasn’t merely out for vengeance on Diana. She wanted to make her husband suffer for his betrayal, too. Whether or not Diana accepted the challenge, the young woman was going to perform her own secret task.
In a calm, commanding voice, she restated, “I’m pulling my Ripcord.”
And with that, she headed towards the audience.
She knew exactly where she was going. She beelined for the two Arab men in the front row. The same two she had racistly scoffed at during the Bonus Round.
“You two,” she said curtly. “Get naked.”
Rakesh’s jaw dropped, along with the mouths of many audience members.
“Wow… Daisey is going for it,” Jessica said on her mic. She exhaled. “As you can see on our main screen here, this was Daisey’s Ripcord task…”
On one of the screens over the audience, a line of text appeared. It showed the challenge that the Games had determined, based on Daisey’s interview, could ruin her marriage.
It read:
‘Fuck men of a different race.’
Of course, thought Rakesh. For all their progressive posturing, the Monets had decidedly shown themselves to harbor a covert “woke” brand of racism. The Games had seen through it. And an act like that could definitely be divorce-material.
He was shocked that Daisey was going through with it.
Kevin looked on in horror as the two Arab men readily stripped off their clothes. They certainly weren’t thrilled by Daisey’s personality, but there was no denying the petite young wife was attractive. Their eyes gleamed with excitement.
Daisey shed her robe. Her pale, naked skin shone under the studio lights. She moved onto all fours on the marble floor of the studio.
The men bared their muscular, extremely hairy, dark-skinned bodies. They worked their hands over their long, brown cocks, caressing themselves to hardness.
“You,” Daisey said, with the same derisive tone she had used earlier. “Put it in my mouth. And you behind me. Now. C’mon!”
One of the men scoffed.
“Who the fuck you think we are?” he asked. Regardless, he was moving around in front of her. His friend got behind.
“Who?” Daisey answered, scoffing. “You’ll do what I want you to do… Now pay attention to wha—mmmf!”
The Arab man shoved his cock into Daisey’s mouth. He groaned in satisfaction. Even if she had demanded it so rudely, there was something especially gratifying about stuffing this racist white woman’s mouth full of his cock.
Daisey’s husband, Kevin, looked on absolutely appalled. He climbed out of his seat and began marching over to them.
“Daisey, what the hell are you doing?!” His robe flapped open as he walked. His hard cock stuck straight out ahead of him. “You can’t fuck these two curry-munching —”
At that moment, the other Arab man entered his wife from behind.
“Fuck!” Kevin said. And, at that moment… without any prompting…
Kevin’s little white cock shot cum out onto the floor.
Some people in the audience laughed. The two Arabs concentrated on spit-roasting Daisey for all they were worth.
Daisey herself moaned around the thick brown cock in her mouth. Her pussy was practically gushing around the other man’s large member. She couldn’t believe it… her first time taking some brown cocks and she’d never been this wet in her life…
The man she was sucking off grasped her hair like a ponytail. She looked up at him.
“Deep-throat me, racist white bitch,” the bearded Arab growled.
Daisey moaned around his cock. She pulled her mouth off his dickhead with a plop.
Kevin groaned. He grasped his penis, watching his wife a few feet ahead of him. Already his pathetic seed was sprayed on the floor, and still he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His white wife who would barely talk to someone of a darker skin was being used by two hairy Arabs in her mouth and pussy.
She put her lips around the large man’s girthy dick.
“Awwww fuck, baby…” Kevin intoned. He shot another string of cum on the floor.
Daisey looked over at her pathetic husband as she began to deep-throat the large, hairy cock. The man behind her pummeled faster and deeper in her sopping cunt. Daisey shut her eyes. Her petite form shuddered.
She began to cum.
The Arab in front of her pulled his dick from her lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Daisey moaned out angrily. “How dare you call me racist, you motherfucker? Look at me, I’m a woke ally — I love supporting people of color so you better please me like you’re suppo—”
She was cut off once again, as the large hairy cock exploded all over her face.
“Fuck,” moaned the large Arab man, holding her head still and spraying on her face. “Take my cum…”
“And mine…” the man said behind her. “Fuck she’s a tight white slut! Say it… make me cum… say it…”
Daisey looked back, her face sprayed with cum. “Say – fuck! – what?”
“That you’re our white slut…” he growled. He spanked her, hard. “For us to use… come on, and I’ll shoot inside you…”
His hips bucked, and he slapped Daisey’s ass again as he fucked her. She shut her cum-covered eyes. Yes, she was going to give in to the moment…
“I…” she said, looking back at the man. “I’m your white slut… a dirty useless racist whore… use me…”
With pistoning thrusts of his hips, the Arab’s balls tightened against Daisey’s soaked pussy.
“It’s all I’m good for…” Daisey said. “I’m a cum dumpster for big brown dicks…”
The Arab man roared out. He filled Daisey’s pussy with his cum.
“Fuck!” Daisey cried out. She reached another crashing orgasm. “Yes yes YES! FUCK ME LIKE A USELESS WHORE!“
Kevin felt his knees buckle. He fell to the floor, cross-legged. His bare ass hit his own cum.
Daisey moaned out her third orgasm as her pussy was filled. She screamed with pleasure. She looked over at her husband, on the floor, who looked like he might just burst into tears.
“I love big, dark cocks now…” Daisey moaned. “I do…”
With a groan, the man behind Daisey withdrew his pulsing, brown meat from her gash. He pulled a thin string of cum with it, which dangled in the air obscenely before breaking.
He slapped Daisey’s ass. He wiped off his sopping cockhead in her asshole.
“Here, she’s all yours,” he said to Kevin.
The other Arab wiped his rod off on Daisey’s cum-covered face, and the two retreated back to their seats, laughing.
The audience sat in bombshell silence.
For the first time on The Wife Games, a woman had risked her entire marriage to secure her place in the competition. And from the look on Kevin’s face, it wasn’t clear if it would ever be repaired.
“Wow,” Chris finally exhaled, echoing the audience’s sentiments. “Well, er, Kevin… Daisey’s done her end of the Challenge. It’s only right that I ask if… the two of you want to keep playing in the Games?”
Daisey slowly got off all fours, and turned to sit facing her husband.
He stared at her. Her face was plastered in semen. That rude Arab man’s cum leaked out of her pussy. Her hair was in a just-fucked mess and her pretty eyes regarded him with frank challenge.
As the audience watched, spellbound, Kevin slowly got off his haunches. He moved towards his wife. Despite spraying his load in multiple spurts all over the floor, his small cock was hard.
He lowered himself over Daisey’s naked body and pushed his rod into her sopping cunt.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he cried, feeling the Arab’s juicy semen envelop his dick. “You little slut…”
Daisey whispered in her husband’s ear. “I’m a whore for brown cock…”
Kevin exploded again. He shot his sperm deep inside his wife.
He was panting for breath and covered in sweat. He looked up at the Games’ hosts.
“We’re… still in the game,” he said.
The audience burst into applause.
The whole thing was so twisted, so perverse and fucked-up…
And as Rakesh looked over, dumbfounded, at his wife… He knew that they were up next.
—
INT. GAEL’S HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION. NIGHT.
The camera drifts through a wide enfilade…
Framed Hussain originals decorate the walls. A gigantic, brass, custom chandelier casts a dull glow on the hallway. Sculpted Murakami pieces add a dash of the modern to the old-world vibe.
As our VIEW tilts and pans, we glimpse rooms through half-ajar doorways…
A HOME RECORDING STUDIO —
A young man and woman are locked in a passionate kiss. He guides her butt up onto the recording console. She works off his red cardigan.
A SMOKING LOUNGE —
Through blue clouds of marijuana smoke, we glimpse the hazy outline of a small group on a sectional couch. Their clothes are shedding fast as they intertwine.
AN INDOOR BASKETBALL COURT —
Under red lights on a regulation-sized indoor court, a beautiful nude woman is surrounded by five men, servicing them with her mouth.
And, finally, our Steadicam shot swirls us into…
INT. GAEL’S HOME THEATER. NIGHT.
—
Sitting in one of the armchair seats in the front row, Gael’s mouth was parted in anticipation. His wide shoulders were still sore from his pre-flight workout in Italy. Fortunately, a leggy Wilhemina model was rubbing his shoulders for him, standing over in the row behind.
Both were engrossed in the action on the giant movie theater screen: a replay of Day One of The Wife Games.
Daisey had just received her husband’s load, after the two Arab men had roughly deposited their own. Gael knew that Diana was up next.
“So,” the tall model asked as she massaged Gael’s shoulders, “If she says she won’t do it, they’re eliminated from the game?”
“That’s right.”
Normally, the model’s smoky voice, in that crisp South London accent, would have usurped all of his attention. But his eyes stayed locked on the screen. She seemed to sense this.
“Is this turning you on?” she asked.
Gael looked up at her. He looked back to the screen. She had her answer.
“Then why don’t you stand up and watch,” she offered. “While I give you a rimjob?”
Gael considered this. He stood.
The beautiful model smiled, came around, and knelt down behind him.
The Wife Games continued to play…
—
“I… I don’t… know if we should do it.”
The audience waited with bated breath, to see if Diana would accept Daisey’s Ripcord Challenge. Jessica and Chris held their mics in anticipation. Daisey, laying side-by-side with her husband, her swollen pussy fresh with two mens’ cum, looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk — this “upstart darkie” is definitely gonna fold…
Surely, now, Daisey would have her revenge for how Diana had taken Kevin’s seed…
Rakesh’s brow was furrowed with confusion. Diana repeated her conviction, softly.
“Ra… I don’t want to do it.”
“Baby…” he said, flustered. “We’ll be out of the Games…”
Moisture welled rapidly in Diana’s eyes. “We should pull out of the Games,” she answered. “We have to.”
A differing conviction gradually surfaced, then hardened, in Rakesh’s face.
“I want to know.”
“We can’t! Alright?” Diana wiped a tear as she spoke. “I’ll feel differently about you,” she said. “Always. Do you get that? And so will you… I want you to trust me, and pull out of the Games. Then we never have to talk about it again —”
“I have to know.”
Rakesh was surprised by the burnished steel in his voice. Diana heard it too. She studied her husband.
“Fine,” she said in a quiet monotone. “If you want to do it… Then maybe we’ll be going all the way…”
Rakesh’s eyebrows crossed quizzically.
Diana turned to the hosts.
“We accept the Challenge,” she said.
—
Seconds later. The many screens around the studio flickered to life.
Rakesh and Diana watched, side by side, along with the audience.
Diana hid her face.
Rakesh felt his pulse all the way down to his feet.
The text of Diana’s Ripcord Challenge flickered onto the screens:
‘Show your husband your secret video.’
Rakesh didn’t understand. He had no idea what he was about to see.
Then the film played.
—
High-res cellphone footage.
A narrow vertical shot.
The floor of a well-lit gym locker room.
—
Instantly, Rakesh recognized the video’s location:
The ladies’ locker room at KX Fitness, a posh gym in Knightsbridge, London.
He recognized it because it was the place Diana had taken the sexy selfie that she’d sent him, that pivotal day, three months ago…
It was the gym his wife attended almost daily.
—
The camera view moves up from the floor. It finds a mirror.
Diana is in frame, filming her own reflection.
She wears a tight, purple sports-bra and black lycra shorts. Her cleavage is pushed together and her black thong straps are pulled up to her hips. Her hair is in a high ponytail.
—
Rakesh drew a breath.
It was the same outfit Diana had worn in that selfie. She must have taken the picture seconds before recording this video.
—
Diana speaks to the camera in a naughty voice:
DIANA
Ra, baby… that text I sent you, asking if I’d get some attention at the gym? Well, I did…
She winks at the camera.
DIANA
My trainer seems especially interested… Mmm. Will you be mad if I tease him, baby?
Diana wags her hips sensually, from side to side. Then her tone turns briefly serious.
DIANA
Obviously, I won’t take it any farther than teasing… But I think… you’re gonna like this video when I show it to you. I’m gonna show it to you with your cock in my mouth…
She beams lovingly.
DIANA
I’m gonna go back out now…
She blows a kiss.
DIANA
Love you.
—
As he watched with an open jaw, Rakesh felt a familiar stirring between his legs. He was shocked, aroused, and incredulously confused…
On-screen, she was saying she’d show him this video – but he’d never seen this footage before. Why?
Diana watched the film unfold with stoic dread. She knew where this was going…
—
The view cuts out. A second’s delay. Another shot arises.
From a corner of the gym, we see Diana surreptitiously turning her phone on, sparking our view from a new angle.
She wipes her forehead with a gym towel, and moves to the wall across from us, where her TRAINER, WILL (late-20’s, dark-skinned, muscled), is waiting.
WILL
OK, Di, ten squats — and let’s go for depth.
Diana nods. She lifts two small dumbbells and positions them carefully over her shoulders. She squats down, and up.
WILL
Deeper still. Focus on your hips.
DIANA
I think I need a little help with the form, Will. Show me?
Will comes up behind Diana and places his hands on her waist.
WILL
Here we go.
She squats down low again, Will squatting with her. Her butt brushes up against his crotch.
She breathes out gently with each rep, pushing her hips closer and closer to him.
By the tenth repetition, Diana is grinding hard into her trainer’s crotch.
She re-racks the dumbbells. Will quickly turns and moves off.
He has a visible erection in his shorts.
—
Rakesh was shocked. The audience sat, hushed and aroused.
—
Diana looks around. In the mirror we see that this small corner of the gym, hidden by a rack of barbells, has cleared out.
DIANA
Will?
Will is taking a drink of water, hiding his hardness.
DIANA
Can you show me a couple squats, so I can really get the form?
WILL
Uh. Alright.
Will moves closer to her, faces the mirror and does a low squat. He holds the position.
WILL
So you see how my knees point out at the bottom? That’ll help you stabilize your core, and keep your spine flexed.
Diana reaches over and runs her hand over Will’s thighs.
DIANA
Oh… And your quads are flexed too…
WILL
Yeah…
Will squats back up to the top of the motion. His erection is completely visible, poking up in his gym shorts. He is briefly flustered, then seems to realize he can’t hide it any more.
WILL
Now… uh… look at how my glutes contract at the top. You can take a close look.
Diana gets behind her trainer. She kneels down, her face at the height of his ass.
As he squats down, his muscular ass pushes out towards Diana.
She reaches over and puts her palms on his ass.
—
Rakesh watched in shock as Diana palmed her trainer’s firm, muscular ass cheeks. She kept them there as he performed rep after rep…
—
Diana looks back at the camera, at us. She gives a surreptitious, naughty wink.
WILL
So… you can feel the glutes working on the eccentric motion…
Slowly, Diana lets one hand drop to her side. With the other, she moves to the center of her trainer’s cheeks as he squats again.
At the lowest part of the squat, she runs her middle finger down the tight lycra and gently over his asshole.
The trainer jumps up, taken aback.
DIANA
(innocently)
Oh, sorry… I was trying to feel the muscles… of your ass.
The trainer stammers at the beautiful woman in front of him.
WILL
Oh, uh, right. Fine.
His massive boner is now tenting his tight spandex shorts.
—
Rakesh looked at the onscreen image, slightly agog. In Diana’s crisp cell-phone footage, he could see the outline of every crevasse and shape of her trainer’s hard rod.
—
Diana’s finger appears in frame, close to the camera. The screen cuts to black.
—
Near him, Rakesh could feel the tension in Diana’s body. He could also feel his hardening meat, below his robe…
—
The screen flickers light and dark. Brief, smudged images evanesce as the phone is moved around.
Muffled dialogue can be heard.
DIANA (O.S.)
… which I do… [unclear]… so if you’ll [muffled]…
WILL (O.S.)
I can always… you [muffled] in private…
Diana giggles.
WILL (O.S.)
You just have … [unclear].
DIANA (O.S.)
Here?
WILL (O.S.)
[unclear] … now … [unclear] … and I’ll show you…
The camera stops moving. A pause.
Diana’s next word is clear as a bell.
DIANA (O.S.)
Wow.
Cut to black.
—
Rakesh looked at his wife.
Diana covered her face. She knew what was coming next…
—
The screen washes with light.
The scenic background shows the moso wood floor of a small room. Rolled yoga mats are stacked in the frame-right background. A balance bar stretches across a mirrored wall in the deep background. We appear to be in some kind of private workout studio in the KX Fitness location.
—
But it was what was right there in the foreground that caused Rakesh’s jaw to drop open.
—
We’re looking down. In center-frame is a long, dark-skinned cock at semi-hardness. A soft female hand is wrapped around it. There’s a wedding ring on one of her fingers.
—
Rakesh recognized the ring.
His pulse accelerated. Diana kept her face in her hands.
—
Slowly, Diana’s beautiful face enters the top of the frame.
She is flushed and utterly aroused. But there’s a tiny hesitation in her eyes —
—
Diana peeked at the screen through her fingers. She recognized that moment, that nanosecond of doubt. But it wasn’t a doubt about the gorgeous cock in front of her — it was about whether she was really about to cheat on her husband, on camera…
—
Slowly Diana licks around her trainer’s big, black dick. He groans, off-screen. His hand reaches into frame and runs through her hair.
Vulnerability wavers in her voice, as —
DIANA
Is it… Is it cheating to suck another man’s cock? If my husband doesn’t know?
A pause.
WILL
You’re gonna show this to your husband?
Her eyes flicker up at the camera. A decision spikes in them.
DIANA
(firmly)
Fuck, no…
She bites her lower lip, overcome by the large rod pulsing in her hand.
DIANA
(almost dreamily)
This video is for me… Once a year, I’ll look at it… and remember sucking on this big, hard, black cock behind my husband’s back…
—
The man groaned from behind the camera. The trainer seemed triggered by the thought of this young Indian slut fingering herself to him as she watched this video. Rakesh felt his belly bottom out.
This man was going to be her dirty secret from her husband…
—
On the screen, Diana’s tone turns serious.
DIANA
But this is the last time we do this. And no one can never know…
She pauses and waits, looking up at the camera.
The view shudders slightly, as though the person holding the frame has moved. Diana seems to get the answer she wanted.
And with that, Rakesh’s wife lobs forward and starts to suck the cock in front of her.
—
For nearly five agonizing minutes, Rakesh watched along with the audience as his wife deep-throated her trainer on screen. He heard the man’s moans, watched Diana gag and bob, back and forth, coating her trainer’s hard, black cock in shiny saliva.
Occasionally, she would suck her full lips over his cockhead, smacking them off with a thwock. Then Diana would moan at the camera… Beginning a role-play that was only half-pretend…
—
DIANA
Thank you for training me, Will… My husband loooves how good you make my body look.
WILL
Oh yeah? Does he know how good you are at sucking cock?
DIANA
No… Train me…
Diana purrs, licking wetly from the tip of his cock down to his balls.
DIANA
Train me to be a good little cocksucker for my husband…
—
Rakesh felt an intense pressure push at his cock. It poked through his robe and pushed it open. Suddenly, his erection was revealed to the audience.
Diana noticed with a gasp.
Rakesh realized and quickly reached for the fallen straps. He felt completely exposed. Here he was, watching a video of his own wife on her knees with her trainer’s rock-hard cock in her mouth, in front of a large audience… And he was painfully hard.
Diana’s soft hand stopped him from closing his robe.
Her eyes found Rakesh’s. He sensed what his wife was silently asking.
What did that hard cock… mean?
—
On the screen, Diana pulls her lips over the trainer’s lengthy dick. She massages the stud’s balls. His swollen nads glisten, sweaty from their brief workout. Diana gently runs a tongue over each full, throbbing sac.
DIANA
I think you’re forgetting something, coach…
She pauses to swipe her tongue under his loaded balls. She inhales, enjoying the scent of his fresh sweat.
He grunts and breathes, each ballsac throbbing with cum as she licks.
WILL
What’s… ugh… what’s that… Diana?
She gently nudges his large cockhead with the tip of her nose.
DIANA
Coach… I need my protein shake…
—
Diana watched herself her dirty-talk another man into exploding for her. She turned to watch Rakesh.
Rakesh gulped, completely unsure how to feel. Diana stood from her seat. Then she knelt down in front of Rakesh. She gently parted his naked legs.
The audience began to murmur, their own attention shifting from the screen to what was happening on stage.
“Give it to me,” Diana whispered. She lowered her face down below her husband’s hard rod. “When he does…”
On the screen, Diana’s trainer groaned lengthily. His hot client was torturing him with all her slutty talk… her teasing laving of his balls…
—
DIANA
(a mock whine)
Give me my protein shake… Come on… I earned it… Cum in my fucking mouth… on my face…
—
Rakesh couldn’t help it. He gently stroked his cock as Diana licked and laved his balls, just as her on-screen self was doing with her trainer.
—
DIANA
Give me my creamy shake…
Her hand begins to stroke his big rod as her tongue swirls over his dancing balls.
—
Diana watched the screen from the corner of her eye, and now mimicked her adulterous on-screen action on her husband. Her hand wrapped around his cock. She jerked Rakesh off, her tongue tickling his balls.
Rakesh, meanwhile, had his eyes glued to the video, where Diana’s wedding ring shone as she jerked off her big-dicked trainer.
—
The trainer’s voice rumbles from off-screen. The camera shakes.
WILL
Oh, fuck — I’m gonna cum for you… Hot little slut…
—
Diana stroked her husband faster as they watched her on screen, stroking her trainer faster…
The audience was enraptured. Some of their eyes pinged back and forth like they were watching a perverted tennis match — ogling the beauty stroking a man on screen, and the same sexy wife jerking off her cuckolded husband.
—
WILL
(gasps)
Shit!
Hot white cum spurts out, splattering over Diana’s pretty face in a long, thick line. It falls between her parted lips.
DIANA
Yes…
She moans, her mouth wide open. She pushes her tongue out, desperate to catch her trainer’s spunk.
He shoots again. A thick load of cum splashes into Diana’s mouth, and over her face.
DIANA
Mmmmmm…
(she moans, long and loud)
My tasty, hot, protein shake…
—
The audience watched at peak arousal. Rakesh couldn’t believe he was watching a video of his wife, getting her face glazed by her trainer’s dick.
Diana looked up from her knees.
“Please,” she whispered to her husband. “Spray on my face like he did… Feed me more cum…”
That pushed Rakesh over the edge…
—
The trainer shoots another thick load of semen, spurting over her right cheek.
Diana giggles as the rivulets of hot spunk travel down her face.
DIANA
Yum… Yummy cum, for my cheating mouth…
—
Diana deep-throated her husband, in the middle of the set of the Wife Games.
It felt like Rakesh’s groin was exploding with pleasure.
His balls tightened up to his shaft and shot out semen with a gravitational force, into his wife’s warm, waiting mouth.
He spunked so hard, the first volley filled Diana’s mouth almost to bursting. He threw his head back and screamed out loud. Diana opened her lips.
The next blast covered Diana’s face and some of her hair. The next coated her pretty, open mouth.
Rakesh was mesmerized by the image of his wife’s face on the screen, being slathered by her trainer’s sticky icing. Meanwhile, his own cock covered the woman of his dreams in real life.
—
The trainer’s cock throbs post-orgasmically, and Diana gives it a tender lick, cleaning the groove of his cockhole.
—
Rakesh practically roared as he shot his final volley of cream on Diana’s face.
She moaned as her cuckolded husband coated her with spunk.
The audience sat silently. If a feather had dropped, it would have resonated like a drum.
Rakesh looked at Diana’s gorgeous, cum-slathered face. He looked up at her glazed face onscreen.
The trainer had certainly sprayed a sizable load on his wife. He’d covered her smiling cheeks, nose and chin with semen. He’d filled her mouth.
But Rakesh had absolutely drowned her…
His thick seed dripped over his wife’s nose and mouth, down her forehead, even glazed her hair. She was completely bathed in his cum.
In some ridiculously perverse way, Rakesh felt like he had reclaimed her. Diana sensed this.
“You gave me so much cum, Ra,” she said in a soft, loving voice. “More than he did, my love…”
Rakesh groaned low in his throat.
Perhaps… perhaps what had happened was okay after all… Perhaps, if he was able to reclaim his wife with his seed… then this wasn’t the betrayal he was making it out to be.
But then…
—
On the screen, Diana gently finishes cleaning off her trainer’s thick dark rod with her tongue.
All of a sudden, she looks right into camera.
DIANA
Fuck…
She swears with a naughty little growl.
DIANA
I love cheating on my fucking clueless husband. Let’s do this again tomorrow.
—
In the echoing dome of the Wife Games studio, small gasps rose to the vaunted ceiling.
Rakesh couldn’t believe his ears.
He looked at Diana’s beautiful, cum-painted face.
She looked back at him with a look of consummate guilt.
Rakesh fell backwards into his chair.
What had his wife done?