My girlfriend Jen and I like to play games. I'm not
talking about scrabble here. Crazy games. Sexual games.
You know, the fun stuff. Both of us have quite wicked
imaginations and along with that, perhaps slightly
sadistic natures. To clarify, not 'beat you bloody
because I like it' sadism, more of a, "You think you
can top ME, ha, watch THIS," type of thing. Not much is
off limits to us. Exhibitionism, public sex, sex with
other people, some good old fashioned humiliation, it's
all allowed.
The only caveat really is that we both are involved.
There are no secrets. Since we know each other so well,
what each other loves, even craves, it works out for
us. We never pushed each other past the point where it
would affect our love, I'm not even sure it's possible.
We both like to make bets with each other, more out of
pride than anything. We each just like winning and
being able to lord it over the other. We bet on
something recently and she was being a little extra
boisterous about what she was going to make me do if I
lost. Normally the payout is something sexual,
blowjobs/cunnilingus, exposure, play with others,
perhaps even forced abstinence, things like that. It
doesn't have to be a bet to get a game started though,
we take turns, if one of us has controlled a game, the
other has control of the next one, whenever they chose
to do it if.
This time though was a result of a bet. Well, she was
being such a delightfully mouthy teasing tormentor this
time, I knew if I won she'd need something special as
payment. Our next door neighbors are an older couple
(older than us at least). They are in their late 40s,
early 50s. They are also swingers. Jen has played with
Herb, the husband, as payment of some prior debt before
(more on that later).
We've never actually swung with them before but each of
us as couples have an idea what the other couple is
into. Jen isn't overly attracted to Herb, nor does she
have any interest in his girlfriend Meg. She's played
with women before, just no real interest in her Meg to
this point.
Jen lost the bet and was being particularly peevish
about it. I left a note for her before I left for work
one day.
"Jennifer,
As a result of losing our last bet you are to do this
as payment. This morning, before noon, I want you to
strip. Then, go outside and hang some clothes on our
line, as you normally would. I want you to make sure
the door locks behind you. Then I want you to go next
door to Herb and Meg's. You know they have an extra
key. I don't believe Herb will be home, he doesn't
usually come home till 5, as you know. Your task is to
knock on their back door, as you are, and get the spare
key from Meg.
I picked up the phone at work to hear, "Hon, you can't
be serious. You can't expect me to walk naked in our
neighborhood and expose myself to Herb and Meg," she
whined with exasperation.
"I do, and you will," I replied calmly.
She continued to whine and lay out an argument against
her being naked, such as perhaps running into one of
the neighbor's children (which I doubted severely since
our two houses are quite a bit removed from the others
and that most of the children in our neighborhood would
be in school anyway.) However, showing a rare leniency
I allowed her this concession.
"Ok Jen, here's the deal, I'll allow you to wear your
panties, ONLY your panties, but you do it, and you do
it now," I said tersely., "AND, you will do whatever
someone asks you to do, in order to get the key."
"Ok," she croaked, "I will... I'll call you later."
(Another rule in our games is that everything is
shared, after all it is a game, for both of us.)
I was home two hours later. Jen was sitting in our
recliner wearing just those panties and her housecoat,
open loosely. She was staring blankly into space.
"And?" I wondered aloud.
"Yes, I paid off the stupid bet dear," she snipped in
mock irritation. I approached her. She had the
unmistakable scent of sex on her along with a somewhat
familiar, though slightly different aroma.
She pulled off her robe and panties and urged me to
fuck her. We were both so horny from the game that we
were on each other instantly. This is what makes it
exciting for us, like a wonderful build up before we
totally get off, with each other. I have to admit that
I was so horny that I came, and got her off as well,
before she even told me what happened, though I pretty
much knew.
(Her version)
That bastard! God I wonder why I do this sometimes, I
know how wicked he is with these games, I know he'll
make me do things like this. Yet, here I am, getting
wet just thinking about it, the humiliation, the
exposure, the thought of not being able to control what
happens. I guess that's what gets us both off so much.
I thought I'd won a large victory, convincing him to
allow me to wear panties. Its not quite as embarrassing
to be caught like that. Plus, you can pretty much cover
your tits with your arms, I thought I could get off
light. Meg, however, had other ideas. I sprinted over
to their back door and knocked quickly.
It was freezing outside and I swear she took her time
sauntering to the door. She had an evil smile on her
face upon seeing me. I wondered then whether John had
set this up with her already (though he hadn't, he much
prefers the spontaneous thing). I know she swings both
ways, her husband told me. She's attractive enough,
especially for her age, but she really had never
interested me. She was wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt,
like she was doing chores herself. She invited me in
with a smile, barely acknowledging my predicament.
"I uh...locked myself out...I'm so stupid sometimes," I
said, trying to get this over with fast. In my mind,
the faster and easier I get out of the game, the more I
"win" you know, kind of a small victory. Its a stupid
competitive thing between us, we both know it.
"I see that," she purred sweetly, obviously ogling me
in my state of undress.
I was doing what I could to cover myself with my arms
but I could feel her gaze penetrating every little
opening.
"I know John gave you a spare key, can I have it?"
"Sure dear," she replied without urgency, "now I wonder
where we keep that silly little thing."
I knew she was delaying this on purpose, "damn him, and
why do I allow this to happen to me," I wondered, all
the while I could feel myself starting to moisten in my
humiliation, my cold nipples jutting out
embarrassingly.
"Have a seat dear," she said in a strangely dominant
tone, one I hadn't expected. I sat reluctantly in her
cold, hard kitchen chair, all the while I wondered what
she knew about us as a sexual couple. I didn't have to
wait long. She returned from her basement. She was now
wearing her housecoat and that foreboding feeling I was
having now was confirmed. "Follow me sweetie," she said
drippingly. So I did, unwilling though, to the last.
She basically pulled me into the living room by the
arm. She plopped herself on the couch, leaving me
standing in front of her. "I really like your body
dear," she started, " You know Herb and I talk about it
all the time, ever since you had him over a few weeks
ago."
I could feel my whole body redden with embarrassment.
John had made me pay off another bet, knowing Herb was
a swinger, by making me model my new pink Victoria's
Secret bra and panty set, ending with me sucking Herb
off, in the basement den, in my favorite recliner
chair. (John loves to humiliate me that way, forcing me
to always 'remember' things by including places and
things he knows I will always have to see, and use in
the future.) I figured Meg had heard what happened but
being here, naked in front of her, brought a whole new
level of shame to her bringing it up.
"Um, I'm sorry Meg... John made me..." I started to
plead.
She cut me off, "Yes yes dear, I know all that, I? not
accusing you of anything. I was just telling you I like
your body and I wondered if I'd ever get a chance to
see it and enjoy it."
Oh god, what did she mean enjoy it? I hoped for her not
to press it. I prayed for her not to say it aloud,
knowing how I'd have to do it, once it's out in the
open.
However, she knew. Or if she didn't, she guessed
correctly.
"Jen dear, come here," she said, patting the couch seat
next to her. I sat down reluctantly. Instantly her
hands were on me. She pulled me close and kissed me
fully on the lips.
I knew I couldn't resist it, but in a last show of
resistance I didn't kiss her back, I just allowed her
to kiss me, allowing her tongue to freely dance around
my tongue and lips.
"I've wanted you for too long dear," she said as she
pulled away from my face momentarily, "I plan to take
advantage of this opportunity." She wasn't shy, that's
for sure. Her hands and fingers found my tits and
groped my pussy easily, finding no more stubborn
resistance to her advances.
It was then she told me what I suspected. "John told me
that you'd be coming over today to get something,
though he certainly didn't tell me that it'd be like
this, I guess he wanted to surprise me," she chuckled
gleefully. "I heard a bit about you two, from Herb.
John told me when you came over, that if I wanted
something I merely needed to ask. Is that correct
sweetie?" she said evilly, like a cat about to pounce
on the unfortunate barn rat.
I lowered my head in defeat, 'Yes ma'am..." I managed
to choke out.
"Good, now here's the deal," she said triumphantly.
"You are going to get your key, but, you have to earn
it."
"How?" I asked, now sincere in my desire to see this
through, still hoping to somehow find the easiest path
out.
"Simple," Meg grinned. "All you have to do is make me
cum."
I knew what she wanted. She had me beaten. John had me
beaten. I sank to my knees in front of her. I made love
to her. I kissed her all over, I licked her pussy like
I knew she wanted it. I made her feel like John makes
ME feel. I knew that's what they both wanted. They had
made me submit. I gave them what they wanted.
She kept me there for a couple hours, never seeming to
tire of my tongue. She didn't even need to lift a hand
to please me, it was all about her pleasure. When I got
back home I didn't even bother washing up, I knew John
would prefer that. I practically raped him when he came
home, the bastard, shows how much these things we do
get to me. Oh well, I certainly paid him back in kind.
I'm sure he'll tell you that in the next story.
(Epilogue)
That was Jen's version though, in her petulant way she
still couldn't resist leaving out things just to try
and claim a small 'victory'. Meg later told me that Jen
had done more than she reported. Meg said she got tired
of Jen covering up her tits, for example, so she tied
her hands behind her back with a scarf while she fucked
Jen with several of her dildos and that Jen came
numerous times herself, via Meg's toys as well as her
tongue.
Ah the things she tries to hide from me (though knowing
full well that I'll find out, I doubt she'd purposely
withhold it forever, knowing how much we both get off
on it). Meg added her own personal touch of humiliation
though, which I totally dug, she buried the key in her
pussy and Jen, hands bound behind her, had to try and
work it out with her tongue.
Meg said that when she finally got it, Jen's face was
totally lathered in Meg's juices. That is what I
smelled when I returned home. As fun as this was, I
knew my time was near. You don't win every bet and you
don't always get one over on a hellcat like Jen.
To be continued in: Games We play - Jen's turn...