Show Game: Story 2 of The Wife Games (2 page)

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 the 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.