Skin Game: Story 4 of The Wife Games
Skin Game
Story 4 of The Wife Games
By Arla Coopa
Copyright 2012 Arla Coopa
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Skin Game
A seat ran down the center of the massive hot tub. It allowed for Kendra to straddle Caleb backwards. When her ample butt came down on his cock water splashed. He thought they both liked the sound and the feel of it, but what he liked most was how her wet butt contorted wider when she went down and then became longer again when she went up. It reminded him of watching her go up and down on the Centurion during the last round of games. Of course, she’d had a thong on then, and there was no penetration, but the ass shaping was about the same. It seemed like sex on most nights ended in this position since the last round. Most nights, they didn’t have this hot tub, though. Their living station was very nice since Kendra had advanced, but their tub was smaller and didn’t have the seat in the center. They’d been brought to this incredible suite in preparation for the Regional National Round.
Caleb smacked her ass as it came down. “If you have a chance to do something like this, this round, don’t waste time getting to it. Seeing your ass like this will definitely make your assigned man cum fast.”
She gasped. It was an excited town. He gripped her ass as it moved. Kendra was a short woman. She was slender on top, with small breast. But her ass was world class, big for her size, round and pooched. “This ass can win you the next round. This is the ass all those men will want to see.”
They never really talked about how they felt about her participation in the games. They talked about what they could gain from it. Each round brought more privileges and more things. What they didn’t speak of was their feelings. They didn’t have to. It showed in their sex life.
Hearing him talk of all the watching men, Kendra picked up speed and made quick little, high-pitched moaning sounds. “Do you really think I can win?”
He spread her butt cheeks open and looked inside. “No doubt. And don’t be afraid to show your butthole. It’s sexy how deep and fleshy it is. Plus they’ll like how naughty it is to do something like that.
Seconds later, Kendra shook with an orgasm. She wasn’t finished before Caleb started his.
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Twelve husbands sat in incredibly comfortable balcony chairs. On each chair was a remote that allowed them to recline as they wanted. They could also make their chair massage anywhere it touched and control the temperature. They’d been fed the amazing Centurion food, which was way more flavorful than Caleb had ever imagined food could be. And everything was perfectly tender and melted in his mouth. The drinks were tasty but also very light somehow, so you could just drink and drink without feeling bloated. These were things they only got while viewing the games.
Spread out in front of them was a huge screen. On that screen, their wives stood in front of a building, each in front of a single door. Each was dressed in the color of her region. Kendra and a redheaded girl that she’d competed against from the beginning both wore blue. The clothing was simple. They looked like conservative pajamas, covering up most of their bodies.
An announcer’s voice came through the speakers. “Welcome once more to the Centurion Games. Today’s game will feature three finalists from each district of states.” The announcer paused for a few seconds, as if letting what he’d said before sink in. “The top four contestants will proceed to the National Championship where they will compete against four contestants from each of the other two regions.”
Four? That was one more than usual. He supposed that improved Kendra’s odds of making it. But the competition would be much stronger this time. There were some real hotties down there. There were several other ample asses, which seemed to help a lot in these games. And there were several big bosoms to go with those ample butts. He tried not to doubt Kendra, but it was hard. Of course, he’d doubted her before and been wrong.
“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.”
That warning was given at every game. So far, Caleb had not seen any woman who’d not finished.
“Without further delay . . . Let the game begin!”
All twelve women moved in without hesitation. In each room, a Centurion male waited in a chair that looked as if it could recline all the way to flat. The males usually wore the flashy clothing of the Centurions’. These men wore nothing. Their arms were strapped to the sides of the chairs. The women just stood there and waited. This too was unusual. Usually, especially in the later rounds, they rushed to get to work, trying to be the fastest at making their assigned man cum. The big screen split into twelve smaller screens, but with the detail of the picture, the women stood out more than they would have from a few feet away in daylight.
“Okay ladies,” the announcer said. “We’re going to start with right hand only.”
All twelve ladies went forward. Some of them reclined their man anywhere from a little to flat. Some just knelt or stood beside him.
A song came on. It was one of the upbeat techno songs the Centurions so loved.
Kendra had reclined her assigned man flat. That made sense, with her being short. She looked at him and smiled as she caressed his package. Her assigned man, a tall, nerdy looking guy, smiled and lay back. He kept his head tilted up, like he wanted to keep looking at her. Caleb didn’t blame him. Kendra’s big blue eyes contrasted very well with her curly black hair.
The man’s cock quickly grew hard. Caleb looked around and saw all the other cocks had hardened. That made sense. The Centurions science had allowed their little island to take over the world in a matter of days. He supposed it would be able to cure erectile dysfunction too. Besides, it wasn’t hard to get hard with a hottie rubbing your cock. No man came during the fist song.
After the first song ended, a new song started, and the announcer said, “All right, ladies. Show us what you can do with just your face, and don’t let those rods slip into your mouth.”
Kendra didn’t adjust her man. She lay her face flat against his penis and looked up at him with pouting lips and big eyes. The little extra swell in his penis was clear. He kind of squirmed a little. Kendra nestled her face all over it, without once letting those big peepers stop looking at him. She rubbed it on her cheeks, ran her nose over it, ran her lips over it without taking it in or even puckering. Caleb’s cock was hard too. His wife’s ass was world class, but she had a face that was cute and pretty at the same time, adorable, maybe would class too. It looked like she had a chance of finishing this with her face alone. And here came the mixed emotions in Caleb, the ones he’d never tell her about in a million years. He wanted her to win. He really did. But at the same time, he wanted to see more. He loved thinking about these games while he fucked her, and this game had a lot of potential. He looked around. Lots of girls were doing
well with their faces. Their assigned men seemed happy enough. But only Kendra’s assigned man had that sort of discomfort, that squirminess, like he was trying hard to hold back his ejaculation. Sometimes the sound would focus in on one room if that room had something worth hearing. It went to Kendra’s room, where the nerdy guy made high pitched noises. Caleb didn’t think they were allowed to talk, at least not right now, but if he could have talked the nerd would probably have said, You got me too excited. Stop. I don’t want to cum yet.
It seemed immanent, but that was okay. Caleb enjoyed seeing the man’s cock on his wife’s face, and finishing quick guaranteed at least one more round.
But the song was short, ending quickly. Kendra had to remove her face from the cock, giving the man a few seconds to recover.
The announcer said probably the worst possible thing. “Okay ladies. Strip down naked, but just on top. Let’s see what you can do with those tities.”
He watched Kendra. She didn’t hesitate, and she held her smile, but he knew she’d just lost confidence. Maybe if she hurried, though. She did. But it didn’t matter. Evidently, the women were only allowed to touch with their breasts, so they couldn’t even climb up on their man, which might have worked for Kendra. She could have had that big butt toward his face as she rubbed her tits on his cock. Her butt was clothed still, but there was a chance that would have worked. Instead, the best she could do was lower his chair more, lean over and rub her tits up and down him. She was smart about it. She kept her eyes on his. Still, though it was easy to see he liked it, it was plain to see he wasn’t in danger of cumming. In fact, once he calmed down a bit, he looked a little bored, like he was read to move on.
Caleb looked around. He found the redhead from their region. She too was having trouble. She moved her tits over her assigned man’s body. Her medium sized tits were nice, but they weren’t going to win this competition for her. What would win it was her ass, nice and round, another big booty on another slender girl.
Sound louder than the music came from another room. The sound was that of a man and a woman’s moans. Caleb found the screen. A woman there had her head up like she was as excited as the man she was pleasing. The woman was a little smaller than medium sized, but she had breast the size of watermelons. Such a thing was a rare sight these days, when women from the masses didn’t have access to plastic surgery. Of course, the powder rations the masses got were very fortified, just not tasty. The woman had lowered the chair enough that she could walk along the side of it bent over and drag her natural breasts over the man’s body. She was headed up now and went over his face, until both tits fell on the other side. She brought them back up, heading down. She dragged big stiff nipples over his face, then dropped the big tities on his face as if she was smothering him. She left them like that for a few seconds, then raised and went down his body to his cock. She dropped her tits there. The man pressed up at the hips and both people held.
“Yes!” she shouted in a high-pitched voice. “Oh yes, baby, dick my tits. Dick my tities.” She pressed her tits in. He made several quick moans, climaxing into a pleasured groan.
The woman stood up and threw her hands into air, cum dangling from her tits. Her room disappeared from the larger screen, leaving eleven.
Other women with big breasts used them to their advantage, but Caleb was relieved when another man didn’t cum. The song stopped, and he was hopeful. Maybe it would be ass this time and Kendra would have a really good chance.
“Now ladies, put those strap downs on.”
Caleb had no idea what that was. But the wives reached into the pockets of their pants and pulled out something. A camera zeroed in to show a small piece of plastic. It looked very soft and flexible. The women used these pieces of plastic to strap each man’s penis to the skin above. It didn’t look like the straps hurt a bit, but they seemed to hold the penises in place.
“All right, you nasty little ladies. Drop those pants off, and crawl up on your man.” That surely would have done it. That was something Kendra could work with and something Caleb thought he’d love to see. But the announcer added, “But you can’t let him see your ass. Your front has to be facing forward the entire time, and the stimulation is with your slutty little pussies only.”
That took the ass out of the equation. Caleb wished that the man’s hands were free. Because if there was one thing better than seeing Kendra’s ass, it was gripping it.
He watched his wife crawl up on the nerd. By the look on the nerd’s face, Caleb thought Kendra had a shot. He appeared very excited for this phase of the game. He wasn’t looking at Kendra’s eyes this time. He was looking down at her pussy lips. The camera zeroed in on the two little lips, bare and soft looking. The assigned man couldn’t penetrate her strapped down as he was. Her lips kind of straddled his cock though, giving something that resembled camel toe. She rubbed her pussy on his cock. The sound wasn’t on their room, but the camera moved out, and it was easy to see the pleasure on his face. Caleb felt his own erection harden, seeing not only her pussy lips sliding on the other man’s cock, but also seeing the enticing look on her face. He hoped the nerd would look at that too. That might help him along, but for the time, he only stared at her pussy.
Sound other than the song came on. Another big titied woman’s tits were bouncing as she bounced off her assigned man’s cock. Every time she came down she screamed out a little bit. Her assigned man’s face had gone red. He looked like he was just barely holding on. And then he was finished holding on. He shot his wad up on his stomach. The contestant on him gave a double fist pump, then that screen was gone, leaving ten.
The sound of another woman came. She was chanting, “I love cock. I love cock. I love . . .” The tan girl with blonde dreadlocks didn’t have as big of tits as the previous two. The previous two might have needed custom made bras, but this one could probably fit into the traditional DD bra. But hers stood up more, her hardened nipples actually pointing up a bit. Her man looked like he could squirt at any second, but also looked like he was trying to hold back. Caleb didn’t think he’d make it.
Sound went to another room. This one showed a Hispanic woman with tits more along the lines of the two women who’d already moved on, except she had areolas and nipples that looked like dark chocolate. She made a high-pitched sound like, “Hee . . . hee . . . hee . . .” Her assigned man also looked like he was about to cum. If Hispanic and Dreads could do it, then this would all be over, at least the part that counted.”
Caleb looked at Kendra’s screen. Her man was looking between her face and pussy. He didn’t have that look where he was about to cum. It looked like this was a lost cause.
“Whoa!” someone in the room said. “She did it without her ass. I can’t believe she did it without her ass.”
Caleb looked to what the man was talking about. It was Red, from his and Kendra’s region.
“I knew growing that red bush would pay off.”
Right now, by the close up on that screen, that red bush had cum in it. She must have dipped down right as he was cumming.
That screen left, and that left nine.
Caleb looked at the screens with the big titied women. Their men still looked like they would come, but luckily, they still hadn’t. The song ended, and he thought Kendra had a little bit of a chance.
“Okay ladies. Let’s turn it around. You can look back over your shoulder, but the rest of your front must face away.”
Caleb was torn. He wanted to look to see what was going on with the two women that had almost made their men cum. But he wanted to watch the incredible sight of his wife working her ass. He went with the latter.
Kendra turned around so that her big bubble booty faced the man. His eyes grew big staring at it and his mouth opened up a bit. Then Kendra did something that might have been more amazing than anything she’d done in the games up to this point. She used the crack of her ass to grip the cock that was still held to the man’s body. Sound came on over the music, and Caleb heard hi
s wife’s voice. It was a silly song. “I got a weiner in my bun. I got a weenie in my bum.” She moved her ass like she was whacking him off with her butt crack, her ample cheeks substituting for the thumb and forefinger. Her man gasped. “Gonna have a weenie roast,” she said, bouncing about an inch from side to side, just an inch because that was about how far the strap would let his penis move. “Got a hot dog in my heiney. Got a weiner in my buns.”
He hissed. Then Kendra was moving off him, part of her butt crack wet from being sprayed.
“She did it,” another husband shouted. Caleb looked to see Hispanic’s woman’s assigned man had cummed on his belly, her ass inches above it. Caleb wasn’t sure who’d cum first.
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“Got another weiner in my bun,” she sang. Before today, she’d never sung to him during sex. He wondered why neither of them had thought of it before. “Got hot dogie in my heiney.”
She was in reverse cowgirl position, but she had his cock gripped in her butt cheeks. The massage was incredible. The contortions of her butt as she massaged his cock were amazing to see.
He interrupted her song. “I’m going to cum so hard, just like that nerdy guy did, except I want to cum right in the crack of your ass.”
Fingering herself, she sung no more. Instead, she cried out as she had her orgasm.
As he said he would, he came right in the crack of her ass.
Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms. He thought of how lucky they were. Kendra had edged out the Hispanic woman to take the fourth and final spot.
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.