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(You can enjoy each part as a separate bite-sized erotic story — or read the narrative as a whole with these previous parts: , , , . Thanks for reading!)
CHAPTER 5:
SHOWDOWN OF THE HUSBANDS
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Paneled bronze doors slid open.
The private elevator of Hollywood’s storied Asteron Club was a capacious, velveteen space. Curtained burgundy walls and the amber glow of a mounted candelabra gave the impression one was being led into some Qing noblewoman’s private opium den, in a long-lost era.
The reality, of course, was just about as exclusive…
Gael and his bearded pal Benny stepped into the low-lit lift. Benny hit the button for the rooftop.
He studied his friend with caution. Benny still couldn’t fully grasp what he had heard on the drive over. What he did understand, he didn’t believe.
“No word yet?” he asked as they ascended.
Gael snuck another look at his phone. It must have been his hundredth glance of the evening. He shook his head. The star was uncannily occupied.
“Dunno what the hell’s going on out there,” he said, mostly to himself.
“You can’t get the feed on a phone?” Benny asked.
“Doesn’t have the right encryption… My point-person in production’s supposed to text some kinda update. Who’s winning, who’s losing, what challenges are happening. Something! C’mon, Amelia…”
Gael exhaled, tapping his thigh impatiently. Benny shook his head. His oldest friend was holding something back from him, and Benny didn’t know why.
“And…” Benny gently toed the subject. “You still don’t wanna tell me exactly why you’re so involved?”
Gael shot a glance in his direction.
“I just don’t get it, dude! Why is one of the biggest fucking movie stars on the planet,” Benny asked. “So concerned about these damn “Wives Games”!”
Seconds later, they stepped out onto the rooftop. A warm breeze wafted under the stars. Rich green vines wound around columns and crawled up the walls.
“Wife Games,” Gael corrected.
An eager hostess led the pair across the space, stealing blushing looks at Gael. They passed tables full of mega-celebrities, A-list executives, tech CEOs, and some dignitaries visiting from Washington.
Faces turned and clocked Gael. Some whispered excitedly.
“If she loses this round,” Gael muttered. “I won’t even be on the show…”
It took Benny a second to do a double-take.
“Wait. You’re gonna be on –” Benny started.
But by now, the hostess had led the two to a corner table of the club. A twinkling panorama of city lights spread out beyond, thirty stories below.
Lawrence Änswer stood up in his seat.
Änswer was a thick-built New Yorker who greeted everyone with both arms stretched in a wide, crucifixional gesture. He projected a bluff, easy warmth through his smiling jowls. But cross him once and he’d slice your throat open.
This paradoxical temperament had made him a formidable shark in the sea of Hollywood producers, with a string of respectable successes under his belt. And yet, Änswer was still operating independently, and he was hungry for that one, massive blockbuster that would catapult him to the top. A record-breaking hit that had thus far eluded him…
In Gael Sankur, he saw his chance.
“How ya’ doing, Larry?” Gael said, embracing him.
“Peachy, my friend. Peachy! How are ya’, Ben?” The men took their seats. Änswer barked at the server. “Round of Yamazakis, neat!”
“Now,” Larry said, smacking the table. “I know you just hopped off a thirteen-hour jet from Who-The-Fucka-Knowsa, Italy. But you listen to me, Sankur — Everyone, and their dog, and their uncle’s dog, and the hydrant their uncle’s dog is dropping a fat piss on, wants to work with you. You know what that means?”
Neither man answered.
“Right now, kid, you are hot.”
Gael nodded.
“Fire needs fuel, baby,” Änswer continued. “Fuel… like a three-picture deal with Larry Änswer. You are in some Kevlar-coated, certified heat-handlin’ hands, pal. Heat has to be stoked, heat has to be fed, heat has to be quenched. Because it can go away…” Änswer snapped his fingers. “Like that.”
Gael took a breath. Larry had no idea what he was planning.
The producer was clueless to the fact that the mega-star that he had just signed was plotting to make an appearance on a red-hot, underground streaming show called The Wife Games…
If he knew, Änswer would lose his ever-loving mind. A move like that could wash all that “heat” into nothingness. It could topple Gael’s whole career – and everyone associated with him would pay the price.
“Now, I wanna talk the new cut of Phantom. But before that – I got some fat, juicy, cream-your-culotte offers for ya’.” Änswer smiled and smacked his meaty hands together. “You two ready to talk business?”
Gael looked at Benny. His best friend was also his professional manager, and Gael made a point of bringing him to all his business meetings.
Right now, however, Benny looked anything but professional. He simply stared at his friend, dazed and deciphering.
Then Gael’s phone buzzed.
It was a text from Amelia, his point-person at The Wife Games.
It read simply, ’Update.’
“Well?” Larry asked. “Are ya’?”
Gael’s phone buzzed with a second text.
‘Her husband can’t get hard…’
—
Rakesh felt delirious.
Here he was, in the swirling lights of a Burbank studio set… Sitting completely in the nude… Smack in the middle of the hungriest, horniest audience he’d ever witnessed…
And his erection was on lockdown.
His wife, Diana, walked down the stairs in barely visible, red mesh lingerie.
It was time for “The Cum-Off”.
“Here we go, folks,” said Chris, leaning back on a comfortable lounger to the side. Jessica wiggled in his lap, shapely legs crossed under her vinyl robe. “Since Diana and Rakesh have the lowest score, they are our first couple up…”
Diana stepped into the center of the sunken circle, between the three naked husbands.
“Our beautiful Diana had two minutes,” Jessica announced on her microphone. “To get her husband to cum.”
Rakesh’s heart beat at a fast clip. His penis drooped flaccidly between his thighs.
“Although,” Chris replied, cupping a hand over his wife’s breast and squeezing. “It looks like this round may be pretty hard for him to win… ironically enough.”
In the audience, some unkind person snickered.
Rakesh flushed red. He wanted to protest. To tell those bastards he had just shot two whopping loads, one after the other! Shit, how would they have done, watching their wives get splashed by three strangers?
But Rakesh’s throat was dry. His wife stood in front of him, a foot away.
He stared. At Diana’s heels. At her toned legs in their slutty red stockings. At her gorgeous, hard nipples poking out from their mesh prison.
And those deep brown eyes. Staring at him.
Rakesh knew what Diana was thinking.
I have to make my husband hard.
Somehow. Some way.
Or they were out of there…
Diana stepped forward, between her husband’s legs. He felt the soft netting of the stockings. Her legs were warm on his chilly flesh.
He looked up. He kept his gaze locked with Diana’s. They both breathed.
“And your time starts… now!”
The spotlights closed around the sunken circle.
The three naked men, and Rakesh’s nearly nude wife between his legs, were all that were visible in the packed studio.
Diana knelt between his knees and ran mesh-gloved hands over his thighs.
She reached forward. With one hand, she began to toy gently with his softened cock.
She whispered, just loud enough for Rakesh. “Baby… Did you cum hard?”
People shifted in the surrounding audience. They strained to hear her whispered words.
“Did you cum hard watching me?” Diana asked. She rolled her husband’s flaccid member in her fingers.
“Yes,” Rakesh whispered back, letting himself enjoy her soft grip.
“Good,” Diana purred. “Because… I love being a slut for you.”
She stroked his cock gently, coaxing it to hardness.
But her efforts were for moot…
Diana stroked some more. She blew gently on the tender head.
Rakesh groaned at the silky sensation of his wife’s breath.
Diana saw the clock ticking in the corner of her vision. Her mind raced. She decided to take a different strategy…
The sexy woman nuzzled closer between her husband’s hairy legs.
“Baby,” she purred. “You know what I’m gonna do… very soon?” She stroked his softness with one gloved hand.
All Rakesh wanted was to get hard. He shut his eyes. He tried to will his penis to respond.
Diana moved forward until her face was inches over her husband’s dick.
“Ra…” she said again.
He opened his eyes.
The two other men blurred in his peripheral vision, behind Diana.
The naked husbands were gazing openly at her kneeling body…
Kevin was leaning in his seat to watch her teasing face, which was poised over Rakesh’s dick. Karl ogled her thong-exposed ass.
Both men were slowly stroking their cocks.
“I’m gonna do this…” she said, and bobbed down onto her husband’s penis.
She started to suck Rakesh’s flaccid dick. He groaned.
In his seat behind Diana, Karl stroked his fat meat.
“Shit yeah,” the crass man growled. “Suck his soft fucking cock! Ha-ha!”
Karl laughed cruelly, ogling Diana. Rakesh hated him.
Karl just loved the sight of Diana’s ass… gym-toned, firm, and meaty, just like he liked. He hoped he would have the chance very soon to pull the little red floss from between those cheeks and drive his cock into Rakesh’s slutty wife…
Diana bobbed down once more on her husband’s cock, then pulled her mouth off of him with a wet pop.
Loud enough for everyone to hear, she said, “I’m going to do this to them.”
Diana craned her neck back to the other husbands. She wiggled her ass.
“You want that, boys?” Rakesh’s wife said, with a naughty grin. “My mouth? All over your hard dicks?”
The three men groaned…
And, suddenly, Rakesh’s cock began to rise.
Diana squealed delightedly, feeling her husband’s meat expanding in her hand.
“One minute remaining!” Chris announced from the darkness.
Diana kneeled forward and took Rakesh into her mouth again.
This time she shifted forward on her knees so she was on all fours, exposing her ass to the other men.
Rakesh groaned. His dick hardened to a half-mast in his wife’s mouth.
She retreated until just his head was in her mouth. She looked up at her husband.
Fuck, Rakesh thought. She’s so fucking hot… Her big, pretty eyes gazing at him. His rising shaft between her full lips.
Diana ran her wet tongue in circles around his cock-head, knowing how her husband liked that.
She grasped his stiffening cock in her hand and slurped her mouth off. Stroking gently, she gazed at his eyes.
Now she spoke at full volume… wanting everyone to hear.
“In the next round…” she said softly, “I’m going to suck their cocks, baby.”
Diana’s soft, mesh-robed hand felt incredible. Her practiced stroke worked masterfully over his erection…
“I’m going to lick Kevin’s balls…” Diana said, even louder. “I’m gonna swallow Karl’s fat, hairy cock…”
Rakesh groaned gutturally at hearing his wife name the other men specifically. His dick stiffened to full hardness in her accelerating hand.
The two men behind her, too, couldn’t help but stroke their shafts quicker at the hot woman’s pronouncement.
For good measure, Diana shook her rump back-and-forth while dirty-talking her husband. Drawing the men’s eyes to her nearly bare pussy and ass.
Kevin was beside himself. His prudish wife had never teased him like this. His mind raced at the thought of Diana actually sucking him off.
“I’m going to let them fuck my slut mouth,” Diana said. The hot-wife’s tone was dripping, sultry.
Diana herself was getting aroused by her teasing. The thought of sucking on other married men’s cocks, for the world to see… Her pussy lips were soaked inside the little mesh thong… she reached down to play with herself…
Kevin’s cock throbbed uncomfortably. He closed his eyes, imagining Diana fulfilling his naughtiest fantasies…
She clutched Rakesh’s stiff cock like a hard-won prize, and jerked him off rapidly while she frigged herself.
“I’m gonna suck Karl’s fat fucking cock like I’m his slut. I’m gonna let Kevin cum alllllll over my —”
“And — time!” Jessica announced. The lights slammed back to a full wash.
Holy shit, Rakesh thought, falling back in his seat. His breathing pulsed, heavy.
Diana released his fully stiff cock. She lifted off the ground with a satisfied smirk.
Well, well, she thought to herself, with not a little smugness. She had sure played that round well.
Not only had she got her husband ready and going, but she’d planted some erotic seeds for the other men to contemplate. Now, if she got the chance to suck them off in a future round, they were already thinking about her mouth, awaiting it…
“Alright!” Chris said. “No points yet since Rakesh hasn’t cum – but a very impressive performance from our slut-wife Diana.”
Diana strutted out of the circle. She enjoyed the feeling of the other husbands checking out her ass as her heels clicked past.
As she passed Karl, Diana gave her ass a little slap, just for him. He whistled, stroking himself.
She winked at Kevin, appreciating his stiff erection. The skinny white professional gulped hard.
“Impressive indeed,” Jessica said. “From an iffy to a stiffy in two minutes flat!”
“And you call me cheesy,” Chris laughed. Jessica playfully smacked her husband.
As Diana rejoined the other wives near the stage, she felt a surge of pride.
“The issue, of course,” Jessica opined. “Is that now Rakesh is all primed to go. But if the Bonus Round involves the wives swapping partners…”
“Ooh, that’s right,” Chris said. “Any of the other wives could take advantage of Diana’s handiwork and finish the job.”
Diana’s contented look faltered. The audience “ooh”ed, baying for drama.
Diana looked at Rakesh. He looked back at her. His hard erection stood hard and shiny in his lap. Worry creased both their foreheads.
Had Diana helped him… Or made their position a lot more vulnerable?
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