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  Story 2 of The Wife Games

  By Arla Coopa

  Copyright 2012 Arla Coopa

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  “Welcome once more to the Centurion Games. Today’s game will feature three finalists from each region of the state.”

  Caleb watched on with eleven other husbands, two from his region. They were on a balcony, with plush seats, looking forward at a huge screen. On that screen were twelve wives, one of them his wife, Kendra. Kendra and the other women below had advanced to this round by being one of the first three to receive cum on their face. The rules of that game had been that the women had to pleasure a man with his hands tied behind his back with the top half of her body and without removing her cloths. Caleb didn’t know what the rules of the next game would be. None of the onlookers did, not the husbands or the Centurions who got to watch the games at home on their televisions.

  The women below did. They had to know to play the game. Caleb knew all this from observation and what Kendra had told him after the last game. Like last time, the women displayed so vividly on the huge screen waited in front of a building with twelve doors. They were dressed the same except for the colors. Each woman wore the color of her region. The color of the Northeast region, Caleb and Kendra’s region, was blue. Otherwise, their outfits were rather bland: T-shirts and skirts that went down almost to their bare feet.

  The husbands had been treated like royalty. Being associated with the games was the only way for families from the masses to be treated well. That was the way it was when the Centurions took over, their science making it easy for them to dominate the rest of the world. Caleb’s son had been bumped up to better schools since his mother had won. Their living quarters were better. The food they ate was better. All because Kendra had made it out of the first round. He wondered what their lives would be like if she made it out of this round. That was hard to imagine. The women she would compete against this time were all winners. Of course, he’d not thought she would make it out of round one, and she had.

  “The top three contestants will proceed to the National District Qualifiers. Our judges would like to remind all contestants that they and their families are in no danger unless they cannot finish the competition or refuse to participate.”

  These were the same guidelines given last time, Caleb thought.

  “Without further delay . . . Let the game begin!”

  The voice that came from who knew where was finished. And now the sound that came from the hidden speakers was that of music. It was of the techno variety that the Centurions seemed to like.

  The doors in front of the women sprang open. The view on the screen changed to twelve smaller rectangles. Because of its size and the clarity of the picture, it was easy to make out details about the women who entered the rooms and the Centurion men waiting in the chairs. The assigned men wore 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 slightly tanned skin. The skin on his face was stubbled and his hair was blond. Last time, the men had had their hands tied behind their backs. This time, their hands were free, but their feet were tied to the chairs. It looked like all twelve men were smiling or at least had lascivious stares. Between each waiting man and each woman were a series of lines. In the last game, most of the women had been hesitant to start. This time, every single one hurried in, but was careful not to step over the first line. The women all displayed various movements that varied in seductiveness. One woman did nothing more than sway her arms from side to side and turn in a slow circle. One, a black woman with a bodacious booty, had turned around and done the splits and was now oscillating the lobes of her ass beneath the fabric of her skirt. If they’d have been allowed to bet, Caleb would have bet on her to finish in the top three. The rest of the women were somewhere between those two extremes. Kendra was probably closer to the sway your arms and turn in a slow circle extreme. She wasn’t much of a dancer. But at least she was going with her biggest strength. Kendra was short. She was lean on top with small breast. But she widened at the hips and had a very ample butt. She didn’t love it, but Caleb was sure most men would. Her legs were a little meaty, but not big like her incredible ass. Kendra had turned around and propped that big butt out and basically just moved it around. Kendra’s assigned man was smiling and touching himself above his pants. This continued for the duration of the song. Then the song ended and a new one started, another techno piece, but with a slightly faster rhythm.

  All twelve women stepped forward, just past the first line. Most of the women removed their shirts. A couple removed the skirts instead. Kendra, sticking with her biggest strength, was one of the latter two. The women were not uniform in what they’d chosen to wear under the top layer of clothes. There were bras of various styles and colors. The one thing they had in common was that not a one of them displayed an uncovered nipple. Kendra moved like before, shaking her butt, but the T-shirt was pretty long and the way she was moving, he thought it must be a rule that she couldn’t pull it up. He looked and saw the other woman who’d gone with removing her bottoms. She was familiar. She was a red head from their region. She was acting the same way as Kendra, like she wasn’t allowed to lift her long shirt. And the women who had removed their tops weren’t touching their bras. The rule had to be they couldn’t alter any piece of clothing they’d not taken off. Even when Kendra bent over, little more than the top of her legs was on display. There was just a hint of her pussy lips visible. She was looking back at her assigned man with her blue eyes. Caleb thought that would help. Those big beautiful peepers contrasted so well with her dark curly hair. He was surprised to see the black woman hadn’t gone with the bottoms. But she had a big chest too, so he supposed her move made sense. More boobs were showing on the shirtless girls than ass was showing on the bottomless girls. The black woman could really move that chest too, making those big tits bounce beneath the bra. One man had pulled his cock out. It was the black woman’s man. Caleb felt even more certain she’d land in the top three.

  The song ended and yet another started, this one continuing the pattern, slightly more upbeat than the one before it. The women all stepped over the next line, closer to the male participants. They each removed an article of clothing. Kendra shocked him. He would have thought she would have taken off the shirt, so that her butt would be mostly on display. That’s what the red head had done. And her ass looked incredible in that thong. That ass was big on her tall slender frame. Her assigned man pulled his cock out immediately, dropping his mouth open too. Why hadn’t Kendra done the same move? Instead of that Kendra had reached under the shirt and taken her thong off. Maybe she wanted her butt to be completely naked when her man first saw it. It was hard to tell.

  Kendra moved like before, but her man wasn’t really reacting. He was gawking, but
his cock was still in his pants.

  There were tities showing now, but one of the biggest and best moving pair was still covered with a bra. The black woman had removed the skirt and now only had on her bra and panties.

  “Look at that,” a voice said behind him. “She’s already going to win.”

  Caleb thought the voice was talking about the black woman. Her assigned man was really going after his cock. And he was sucking in hard breaths. The black woman was amazingly athletic. She moved so quickly. One second, she’d be shaking her massive tits at the man. The next, she’d be turned around with her legs wide, her ass shaking at an uncanny speed or doing a butt clap.

  What looked like it would happen happened. The black woman’s assigned man shot out his wad. It didn’t land on the black woman, but after seeing the black woman throw up her hands in celebration, Caleb didn’t think it mattered. The big screen lost a smaller screen and now only displayed eleven of the rooms.

  The song ended and another line was crossed. What happened next made Caleb’s cock stand upright so tight it was almost like a spike trying to shoot from his body. He saw his wife remove the shirt and do it in a perfect manner. She turned around so her butt was facing the man. She bent way over, and then she very abruptly pulled that shirt up. The camera to her room shifted so that both those big beautiful lobes and the long crack between them was on display. Caleb felt like he had to hold back to keep from cumming himself. He couldn’t help but love that so many people were staring at his wife’s naked ass. She finished removing her dress and then stood up. She squeezed her cheeks together and then released. It was something she always did for Caleb. He liked the way it kind of looked silly squeezed in like that, almost like an angry ass, but he’d not known how others would react to it. Her assigned man must have liked it, because he brought his already hardened cock out. His mouth fell open. He looked like he’d soon begin drooling.

  There were more women who wore only a thong than women who wore only their bra. He noticed something about the women. They weren’t touching themselves. He thought that must be the rule. Otherwise, why would these women, who were desperate to make their men cum, not touch themselves. Caleb looked over at the red head’s screen and noted something that he liked and hated at the same time. She was bent over far enough that her ass had splayed a little. Now her pussy lips showed beneath that round booty and so did her butthole just a little. The way her bare pink lips and slightly red butthole contrasted with her pale skin added to her flare. Her assigned man looked like he was trying not to cum, at least his face did. The way his hand moved on his cock begged to differ. He lost his wad, leaving only one more spot open for the next round.

  Caleb looked back to his wife’s screen. It briefly showed the front of her, though it was her back she was entertaining with. She usually kept a little bush there, but she’d thought it would be best to shave it for the competition. Caleb missed those little black hairs, but he liked being able to see the little beige lips too. She was shaking her ass a lot, and bending over. Her butt was so round, her rectum was not coming into display with such movements. Her pussy wasn’t showing much from the back either. Caleb was worried. He supposed life would be better now since she’d made it this far. But for Caleb, Kendra and for their son’s sake, he hoped and she hoped they could have so much more. Besides that, their sex life, which had been good before, had become so much better after the first round. Neither one of them ever spoke of why that might be. They just rolled with it, night after night, and sometimes during the day.

  The song ended with no one else having cum. Yet another more upbeat song started and the remaining ten women stepped over the next line. Then, all ten of them got naked. By now, all ten cocks were being played with outside of the pants, but some were getting played with more diligently than others. Looking at Kendra’s assigned man, Caleb thought she had a chance. He actually seemed pleased by her boobs, which were very small. Caleb had always liked them. Her areolas were oversized for her handful sized boobs. Those dark red things were about the size of half dollars. Her nipples weren’t huge or small, but always looked nice hard. Kendra had never really spoken about how she felt about the last game. But it seemed very clear how she felt about this one. That was assuming it wasn’t cold in the room. Her little nips actually pointed up a bit they were so stiff.

  Seeming to sense her assigned man liked them, she kept facing that way. His eyes alternated between the nips and the little lips down below. He was smiling really big and mouthing, “Wow.”

  It was clear the women still weren’t allowed to touch themselves. None were.

  “Look at that,” a voice to his side said. “He’s going to blow.”

  Caleb looked to what he thought the man must be talking about. One assigned man was really going after it harder than the rest. His breath was noticeably harder and his body was visibly shaking. His girl was doing something odd, but apparently effective. She was a little blond girl with a reddened butt. The reason for her reddened butt was clear. She kept dropping to the ground and kind of bouncing back up, her butt still wiggling. It looked like it had to hurt, but it was definitely working. It looked like this game would soon be over, the part that mattered anyway.

  Last time, they’d barely made it. Kendra’s assigned man had actually been the forth to cum. But a girl ahead of her had been eliminated from the competition for breaking a rule.

  Caleb doubted they’d be so luck this time. He wasn’t positive about the rules, but he thought he had a good idea. He’d not seen the black woman or the red head do anything different from the others, at least nothing that would get them disqualified.

  The man in Bouncy Butt Girl’s room appeared to be gritting his teeth. Ejaculation seemed immanent. The song ended, and all the girls stepped over the next line, except Bouncy Butt Girl basically bounced backwards over it.

  Caleb looked at his wife’s screen, not really hopeful she’d make the next round at this point but wanting to lock the images of her revealing herself in his head so he’d be able to use them for a long time.

  Kendra did something amazing. Evidently, stepping over that next line eliminated the no touching yourself rule, because Kendra turned around, bent over and with her beautiful ass aimed at the man, pulled her butt cheeks open. She had one of those buttholes that were deep in the lobes so that looking between those lobes was looking down into a very fleshy orifice. Occasionally, she asked Caleb to butt fuck her, and he never turned it down. It was an incredible massage of his cock, him feeling the warmth and tightness inside her rectum and the fleshy softness right outside it. Now, whoever was watching could see that very private place he occasionally delved into.

  The camera view on his wife changed to the camera view of her assigned man. And that man was spraying his wad.

  The camera went back to his wife, who, still bent over, celebrated by pumping her fists forward. He didn’t know if she knew she’d finished in the top three, or if she just knew that she was done.

  He barely attended as the other women finished up. All finished, so no one would have to die.

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  The room they were in was incredible. There was a huge hot tub they’d have to try out later. They were also allowed to order food right to the room, and there was a large selection to choose from. There were even alcoholic beverages, something the masses were usually not allowed to have.

  Caleb supposed they would enjoy these and the other things in the room at some point. But right not he was enjoying other things. Like the clapping sound that came when his pelvis slammed into her ass. The way her butt shook like Jelly, a food he’d not had in years before his wife had been selected for the games. And the sheer amount of ass on his little woman was just so amazing.

  She’d come into the room all smiles, and they’d started kissing immediately. That was only minutes ago.

  “I’m so proud of you,” Caleb said as he banged into her.

  “Thank you,” she replied. “I’m just glad I made it to th
e next round. Things are going to be even better for us now.”

  Caleb was glad for the things she was talking about too. But he was glad for other things to come. He wouldn’t tell her about that, though. Not 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.

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