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Hot Wife, Hot Game, Hot Time

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Hot Wife, Hot Game, Hot Time by Seemor (Seemor001@hotmail.com)My wife of 13 years is a 38 year-old 5'7" brunet with long legs and a great little body...slim with nice boobs that are just shy of a C cup. Sharon is also very smart, independent, and highly competitive.We've done the usual fantasy thing over the years, with me pretending to be one or more strange men in bed with her. She loves it and really gets into the fantasy. I've also convinced her to do a little flashing when we're away from home on trips, but that's about as far as I could ever get her to go. She's always insisted that sex is for us and she has no interest in additional partners.Now comes the interesting part (at least for me). She took what I think was a major step in breaking through that "additional partners" barrier last Saturday night.Like many couples our age, we have a fairly regular circle of friends that we tend to party with every week or so. Saturday night was our turn to host a small gathering (three married couples, including us). Sharon decided that these parties had been getting too boring and we needed to spark things up a bit. Anyway, she found this web site that was selling a new trivia game for adults. It looked like fun so she ordered one and it arrived in time for the party. Now, I don't want to get off on a long winded description of this game but it wound up figuring heavily in what happened, so bear with me.Everyone arrived and we had a few drinks and snacks to get things going. Then my wife pulled out the game a suggested that we have a go at it. It's not one of those "x" rated games that try to MAKE you do things that many women are reluctant to do. So we thought it would be a safe bet that no one would object.. Sharon read the rules aloud and it all seemed innocent enough, so everyone wanted to play. Tom piped up and said we should play the depraved version (there are two ways to play) since he thought he'd have a better chance of winning. The three men and two of the women voted to go for the depraved version. Sharon voted against it, preferring the less risqué version, but we all convinced her that anything anyone chose to do to gain an advantage was strictly voluntary and we are all adults so she said OK but she looked at me and said, "You realize that I'll do whatever it takes to win...right?" "No problem," I shot back, noticing that I was feeling that little twinge of excitement or nervousness I felt whenever I got her to do something overtly sexual like flashing.Well, fueled with plenty of alcohol, the game roared along. Everyone was trying to answer some pretty funny questions in order to collect the combination of cash and tokens needed to win. Basically, you collected cash for right answers and lucky moves, while spending cash on fees required when answering questions that resulted in gaining experience tokens. If you landed on an experience space and didn't have enough cash to pay the fee to try answering the question for a token or wanted to bribe the banker to get the token without having to give a correct answer, you could hock various items of clothing to get the necessary cash. Needless to say, most of us were soon in varying stages of undress.Tom was down to a pair of pants, Bill was in a T-shirt and shorts, and I had still had on a pair of dockers and my underpants. The ladies had also obviously been strapped for cash from time to time. Tom's wife, Ellen, had carefully removed everything under the thin cotton sun dress that she was wearing. Ann (Bill's wife) had hocked her blouse and shoes, leaving her wearing a very revealing bra and shorts. Sharon had given up her shoes, panties and bra. The tantalizing view of her breasts and nipples through the very thin silk blouse she still had on was fantastic and every once in awhile she'd slyly give me a little glimpse up her skirt.. It all added up to one sexually charged atmosphere even though no one had revealed anything more private than what would have appeared on any beach. Although, Ellen had given us all a brief glimpse of a delightful ass cheek, as she showed off a little butterfly tattoo on her butt in order to win cash and another turn.Toward the end of the evening, my highly competitive wife was in the lead and needed only one more token to go on to answer the winning question. Tom was very close behind and was threatening to take the lead. Ann, Ellen and I were grouped somewhere in the middle and Bill was bringing up the rear with a nice pile of cash but very few tokens. Sharon then landed on the experience space she needed but was nearly out of cash. My heart jumped. I was sure she would have to treat all of us to a good long look at her naked body, since it would take both remaining pieces of her clothing to quickly get the cash she needed to win that last token.All three of us guys were beside ourselves with anticipation as she thought about her course of action. She looked around the board got the determined look in her eyes that immediately told me she had decided what to do. Her next move took everyone by surprise. Instead of removing those last few ounces of clothing, she offered to perform a small service in trade for the needed cash (well within the goofy rules of this game). She offered a brief neck and back massage to the highest bidder but no one bid because we didn't want to all but give her the win for something as easy as that. When no one responded, she looked directly at Bill and his pile of play money. Knowing he couldn't possibly win, Sharon made her play. She leaned forward, arching her back and stretching the thin material of her blouse so he got a real good look at her nipples and breasts pressing against the thin silk. In her most sultry voice, she began coaxing him to let her rub his cares away. He got a real stupid grin on his face and, looking around the room, volunteered that it just so happened that he had some "wood" that needed a good rub. As he said it, he looked down at his lap and back up at Sharon. Everyone started snickering and giggling. I thought that would put an end to Sharon's attempt. But, she looked at Ann and asked if she was alright with what Bill was proposing. Ann, just laughed and said, "Great...go for it. That way, I won't have to deal with it when we get home." Again, everyone dissolved in laughter...except me. I was stunned and getting a hard-on you wouldn't believe.Sharon glanced at the growing tent in my pants and laughingly said, "From the looks of things, you obviously don't have a problem with it." She turned her attention to Bill and told him that his offer was accepted for all the cash he had in front of him. Bill stammered an immediate OK and looked at me for some sign of approval. I just grinned and nodded an OK. Sharon then excused herself for a moment, telling me to hurry and freshen everyone's drink. She returned a few minutes later with a small bottle of lotion and a large beach towel. She ceremoniously draped the large towel over Bill's midsection and told him to pull down his shorts. Seconds later the shorts slid down and pooled around his ankles. Sharon then slid onto the couch right next to him and poured some lotion into her palm, which she then spread to both hands. As we all watched intently, she leaned in against Bill and slid her hands under the towel. From the way the towel started moving around, I knew from many pleasurable past experiences what was going on. She was cupping and lightly squeezing Bill's balls with one hand while beginning to stroke his cock with the other. He just groaned and leaned back, closing his eyes as she nestled her head into his shoulder and began pumping slowly.Sharon was now increasing the speed of her stroking while whispering in his ear. I couldn't make out most of it but what I did manage to hear was hot and nasty. She was murmuring things like, "Your cock is soo hard and thick...It feels wonderful...Oh...I only wish it was in my mouth..." All the while, she was increasing the speed of her stroke. That towel was bouncing around like crazy. Tom just stared at the moving towel and was quietly rubbing his dick through his pants. I caught sight of Ann covertly touching her breasts and squeezing her nipples through the thin material of her almost nonexistent bra. You could smell the slight odor of sex in the air. I just hung on to my prick, wishing that towel would disappear.Sharon's skirt was now high on her legs as she slid one of her long beautiful legs up and down Bill's leg, using the inside of her soft thigh to drive him over the edge. As she did it, both Tom and I could see the puffy lips of her wonderful pussy parting slightly as it peeked out from under the skirt. I thought I was going to lose it and cum all over myself right there.After what seemed like an hour but was only a couple of minutes, Bill's whole body stiffened and he let out a high pitched groan. He then relaxed back into the couch as the stroking slowed and Sharon slowly milked the last few spurts of cum out of him. The towel showed a very definite wet spot spreading from the highest point in the "tent."My wife then withdrew her hands, showing us a huge dollop of cum which clung to her fingers. She looked at Bill, at me, and at the cum. Grinning, she licked off every bit of cum and announced that, "In the words of President Bill, it tastes good." She then took a deep bow to our wild round of applause. As Bill, still clutching the towel around him sheepishly scurried out of the room to clean up and put his shorts back on, Sharon picked up his pile of play money and strutted back to her place to resume the game. Needless to say, she went on to win.After everyone left, she slid into my arms and asked how I liked having a wife that would become a total slut for play money. My hardon poking at her was all she needed for an answer. We had some of the wildest and best sex we've ever had. With her stroking and sucking me then riding my cock, while panting that it was the second one she serviced that night.Unfortunately, morning brought sobriety and a huge case of the "guilts." Sharon felt that she had terribly betrayed her good friend Ann and all my protests to the contrary did nothing to help her misery. Finally, I suggested that she call Ann and apologize, if that would make her feel a little better. It took Sharon until mid-afternoon to work up enough courage to call Ann. Instead of being upset, Ann thought the whole thing was a hoot. According to Ann, she and Bill went home and fucked like bunnies in spite of his earlier rather draining experience. Then she told Sharon that they had such a great time that Bill went to the game's web site and bought one for them. Ann also invited us over for a rematch next Saturday night. I can hardly wait.