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  Let the Games Begin

  Story 1 of The Wife Games

  By Arla Coopa

  Copyright 2012 Arla Coopa

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Let the Games Begin

  The world began to change when the Centurion Nation began, though no one knew it would. The people who knew about it, outside of the Centurions, thought it nothing more than another utopian society that would eventually fail. Most people didn’t know about it at all. There were wars around the world that the mass media and the consumers of mass media ate up. People didn’t really pay mind to the growing community that started on an isolated island. They didn’t watch as the island recruited the intelligent but alienated. They didn’t attend to the science that took place there. Then the Centurions brought their science against the world. They won the short war, and the rest of the world became their entertainment.

  #

  The room they were brought to was like the balcony of a movie theater, but there were no seats below, just the massive screen. There were tables in front of them and they were brought drinks. None were alcoholic, but they were better than the drinks they were usually served. They usually got vitamin water and milk. These drinks were the fruit juices and sodas these men had not seen in years.

  The husbands were all dressed the same, in the solid blue uniforms of the Northeast Michigan Region. Caleb was sure every man in that room was nervous, worried about what strange game their wives had been selected to compete in. But he didn’t see a one of them that refused to drink. His drink was a dark soda. He felt bad for savoring its fizz and its sweetness. But he finished the entire glass, while waiting there. Then the food came out. And it was real food. It wasn’t the powdery rations they were given to survive on. For the first time in years Caleb tasted meat with unprocessed vegetables smothered with real cheese and butter. He savored it, knowing good and well he might not feast like this ever again should Kendra lose. And as feisty as she was, he thought she was destined to lose. Most women were bigger than her, even if they weren’t as smart. He supposed a lot of the outcome depended on the nature of the game. The Centurions would not tell you the game before hand, and non-Centurions, the masses as they were called, never got to watch like this. The masses weren’t even allowed TVs anymore, not unless they were from the few that went far in the games.

  The place they were in filled with music and the screen in front of them lit up. It was the most amazing thing Caleb had ever seen. The picture on the screen was more vivid, more detailed, than everyday life. The figures on the screen were bigger and could be seen in greater detail than the men in the same room as him. On that screen was a group of women, waiting on the grass outside a stone building. There were as many women and as many doors on that stone building as there were husbands watching on from the safety of the small auditorium. The women were also in the required blue, but their outfits weren’t the same shape as day to day. No, they wore blue skirt outfits, sleeveless, with hems ending halfway down their thighs. The men in the room were silent, aside from a few pained sounds, like grunts and groans. Caleb didn’t make a pained noise, but he felt the pain inside. He felt the pain, because like the other men, he could see the nervousness on the faces of the wives. Caleb had taken the time to scan the competition. A few women had teared up. A few were shaking. The screen was very detailed. What were they going to have to do?

  Kendra wasn’t so bad. She looked stone faced. He recognized that look. She’d gotten it when their son had gotten really sick. She wasn’t one to tear up. She was one to problem solve. She’d made sure their son was taken care of, getting him to one of the Centurion health station, bringing the right data the machine would require. What would be required of her now?

  He scanned the competition more. The age of the women seemed generally young. There was a girl who looked nineteen. There was as woman who might have been thirty, but was probably more like 28 or 29. That was the apparent range. None were what would have passed for super models back in the old times, but all at least had something attractive about them and were at least generally attractive. There was a girl whose lean muscular frame was apparent, even under the uniform. She looked like she’d been trained for something that required both athleticism and beauty. She hadn’t lost her breasts to the muscles, and her face was still very feminine. There was a girl with a massive chest. There was a girl who was full figured, but in an attractive way. There was Kendra. Kendra was the shortest in the group. She was thin on top and her breasts were small. She was round at the hips and her bottom was way too big for the rest of her, something Caleb had always felt very blessed for, but that she, as a woman, would never be able to understand the beauty of. Her legs were slightly meaty, but not as voluptuous as her behind. Above all of that was a petite and pretty face with short curly black hair. He hoped there was nothing about this competition that would make her height a handicap. Maybe the women were going to have to crawl beneath something. That would weigh on her side.

  But that couldn’t be it. Whatever the women had to do, they weren’t happy about it.

  Then again, maybe it wasn’t that bad. Maybe they just feared failure. The games were, after all, the only way for the masses to move ahead in life. They were lucky to even be accepted into them, at least in that regard.

  A loud voice came as if from nowhere. Well, it came through the speakers in the auditorium, but it seemed to come from out of nowhere for the women, some of them looking around as if trying to find it.

  “Congratulations once more on being selected for the Northeast Michigan round of the Centurion Games. As you’ve been told, the top three contestants from this round will advance to the state championships. We would like to remind you that no harm will be done to any contestant, so long as she participates to the end. Those who do not participate and who do not finish will be executed along with their families.

  A gasp escaped Caleb, blending with the other pained sounds in the room. He’d not known this rule. The women, who had apparently already been told this, also reacted. One of them dropped to her knees before struggling to get back up.

  “You’ve all been instructed of the rules for this game. So without further delay . . . Let the games begin!”

  All twelve doors opened, and all twelve women moved inside the building, some faster than others. The screen split into twelve smaller screens, each showing a room one of the women had entered. Even with the split, the detail was still amazingly discernable. The rooms were about ten by ten. In each room, a man sat in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. Most of the men had very lascivious looks. They weren’t dressed in uniforms but in the flashy clothing Centurions wore. The Centurions had been taken from all races, so there was a variety of skin tone. The man in Kendra’s room had light brown skin. The skin on his face was smooth and his hair was black. He was a lean man. Caleb, who worked out daily in
one of the exercise stations, thought he could easily take the man in a fight the man would never engage him in.

  Most of the women hesitated. Kendra did not. She was one of the first to make the shocking move.

  His wife, the woman he shared a living station with, the mother of his child, his best friend and mate for life, went down on the man in the chair. She got between the man’s legs, got on her knees and then undid his pants. She pulled out a cock, semi-erect and about five inches long. She gave it a few strokes, and it hardened in her hand. Then she took the cock into her mouth.

  The noises around the room seemed distant, but he thought he heard a man puke and thought he heard another crying.

  Caleb didn’t have either of these reactions. He supposed he might of, but his wife seemed to be doing quite well. She had the cock out, hard, and in her mouth. Only three other women had accomplished that, while the other six were still creeping up.

  He supposed he might have felt worse had she seemed stressed. But she didn’t. Though it was hard to tell his wife’s emotional state while she bobbed her head up and down the cock of another man, he thought by the speed at which she moved, she was probably doing okay. She clearly wanted to win. And if she wanted to win, he wanted that for her.

  He looked around the other screens. One of the women, the one with the muscles, was wearing her skirt around her neck only. Her panties, which looked like the standard issue white cottons, were pulled up her ass. She must have done it. The man couldn’t have. His hands were tied. Her bra was still on, but the man she sucked on, a tall, pale white man, was breathing hard as he licked his lips. He was staring down at that ass. Caleb couldn’t deny that that ass was great. It was small, but muscular, and stuck out. Caleb, despite himself, felt a tingle in his cock looking at it. It was like his cock had a mind of its own and was thinking about how cool it would be to be stuck between those two muscular lobes, her ass massaging his cock with so much pressure.

  Ashamed of himself, Caleb looked away. He looked back to his wife’s screen, but then there was more shame. The man she was blowing was staring down his wife, his eyes clearly locked on the bottom edge of her skirt. She had stood up in a position that made her skirt come up a bit. The shame came from that Caleb hoped it would creep up more. In fact, part of him wanted to scream at her to wrap it around her neck like the muscular girl had. And it wasn’t just that he knew it would help her win. And it wasn’t just that he knew her ass was better than any of the other asses. Sure, he thought he’d like to take the muscular ass for a ride, while he ran his fingers through the rippled back of the muscular girl, but over the long haul, Kendra’s big butt on her small frame was lightyears better. It was the type of ass a man could never grow tired of, watching it jiggle as he rammed into it. No, the reason he wanted the hem to come up was because just the sight of the man looking down at it as Kendra sucked on him was enough to send Caleb’s dick from tingly to full-out hardon. He’d not known this about himself. How could he possibly like this? He thought he’d never tell her. He’d definitely never mentioned the way his cock was saluting her performance.

  Then there was the next urge. He told himself he shouldn’t do it. But he wanted to look around and see if any of the other men were watching what was happening to his wife, maybe hoping like him that the skirt would come up more.

  The urge won out. And sure enough, he thought he saw a man checking out his wife. By the look of him, he was likely the muscular woman’s husband. At least, he was really built. Caleb was fit, but this guy was crazy intense muscular. He probably took the rations that offered the greatest amounts of protein and had the worst flavor, the chalkiest. But the muscular man was not looking to the left side, where his wife’s screen was. He was looking to the right and up, where Kendra’s screen was. And his eyes were big, like he was more concerned about the dress of another woman than either the progress or safety of his wife.

  Suddenly, sound came back on, but just in one of the rooms. Maybe that was because that was the room where the first woman was about to reach the finish line. And maybe this woman’s husband had not been looking at her because of his confidence. The noise they were given was the assigned man’s moans. Seconds later, the muscular woman pulled back and aimed his cock at her face. She closed her eyes on time not to get gunk in them as the man filled her face with cum.

  Caleb looked back at the muscular man, who was now looking at the proper screen with a look on his face like he’d just managed to lift a big wait. He celebrated by giving a jab to the air. Caleb returned his attention to the screen.

  Noise returned. A pretty brunette was talking. “Come on, baby,” she said, coming up from her assigned man’s cock. She moved up, rubbing those exceptional boobs on his cock, but without removing her dress. The way she was bent, the rim of her shirt came down a little. She moved forward so his cock went inside. The camera just barely revealed that his cock was going between her tits, which were held together nicely by what looked like a sports bra, another standard issue.

  “You like that,” she said.

  “Oh yes,” said the man, an older Asian fellow. “I do very much.”

  “Okay sweetie, but make sure you don’t disqualify me by putting it in there. Tell me before you go.”

  Caleb looked around. He noted one screen was gone, and the other screens appeared to have increased in size to compensate for the loss. He wondered what Kendra might be doing to match the woman, although he didn’t know if she could hear her.

  Kendra had done something. She was looking up at her assigned man. That was a good move. She had beautiful blue eyes, which contrasted very well with her dark hair, and sparkled like a child’s peepers.

  The man smiled down on her, alternating his glance between her skirt end and her cute face.

  The Asian man moaned very loudly, bringing Caleb’s attention back to that screen, where the big titied woman was taking his cum all over her face. Caleb thought that must be the rule. The woman’s face had to be cummed.

  And now he was worried. Kendra was trying really hard, and there was only one spot remaining. He looked around. Mostly, he saw women kind of shyly going about it. Some were breaking frequently, as if they were having a hard time stomaching it. One appeared to be dry heaving between sucking spells.

  But there was another who was definitely in competition with his wife for that third spot. The tall red head was deep throating a black gentleman, whose head was back and lips drawn into a rapturous smile. Caleb was sure the man would soon cum. It was a lost cause for his wife. At least, it seemed that way.

  But then Caleb looked back at her screen and saw Kendra had taken the cock from her mouth and was rubbing it all over her face. She then shook it in her hand, smacking it all over her cheeks. She licked the tip. Maybe she had a chance. Her man looked very pleased. Caleb knew she couldn’t deep throat. It was something he’d never pressured her to do. She’d tried it a couple of times and then given up. He didn’t care. With an ass like hers, blow jobs would never need to be her specialty. At least, it had seemed that way before today. And now he was even more ashamed. He had such an urge to pleasure himself right now.

  Caleb heard various sounds all around him. Some were of relief. Some were disappointment. He knew what had happened. He looked and saw the red head had cum all over her face, and he knew it was over.

  He looked back to see Kendra’s face get loaded up with the creamy stuff, but just seconds too late. A door opened on the other side of the room, and she walked out, her assigned man walking out seconds later.

  Caleb watched on in disappointment as the other girls finished. All got their assigned man to completion, so, luckily, no one had to die today.

  #

  They bussed the husbands to another building. This one contained the rooms they stayed in. These were much better than the living stations they were used to. The bed was big enough to sleep a family of five and very springy. There was a bathtub and a shower. He’d not seen the former in years. There was even
a television with shows programmed on it from before the world had changed. He didn’t use any of this. He wanted to wait for his wife to enjoy their last night of luxury together.

  She was there about an hour after he’d arrived. He opened the door and she ran into this arms. He lifted her from the floor. He didn’t know what to say, so he just held her like that for a couple of minutes.

  Finally, he sat her down and looked at her face, with her sparkling eyes and a look that begged a question. He didn’t know what that question was.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. “You?”

  He smiled at her and kissed her on lips that had recently surrounded another man’s cock. Even that somehow turned him on.

  “Well,” he said. “It’s over now. I guess we’ll be going home?”

  Her already big eyes grew bigger. She shook her head, the question on her face again. “I was in the top three. I guess one of the girls got disqualified. You were supposed to not touch the man with anything below your waist and you had to leave your clothes on. I guess she thought wearing the dress around her neck was enough, but the judges saw differently. She gets to live, since she finished, but she’s out of the contest. But anyway, I finished third and have to move on to the next round.”

  He didn’t know how to respond to that, didn’t know how he could possibly express how he felt about it. He pulled her into an embrace. He let his hand slide down to her ass. He wondered if that hinted at it enough. He wasn’t going to say anything yet.

  About the Author

  Arla Coopa majored in creative writing before dropping out of school to pursue a lucrative line of work. Some might call her a stripper. Some might call her an exotic dancer. It’s really a matter of taste. Into her thirties and still entertaining people with her body, Arla has decided to return to her roots and pick up the pen. She hopes her offbeat style and strange sexual tastes will entertain you.