The Game (A Hotwife Adventure)

by Max Sebastian

  He removed her panties, and she allowed them to drop to the floor. I switched views to confirm what I thought was a mistake of the light: she had shaven her pussy fully for him. It was something she’d never done for me, though I’d never really asked her to. I liked a tidy patch of her red down over her mound, but the fact she’d removed it for the purposes of sex with some other man just packed a punch I couldn’t deny in terms of her pure sexual attraction.

  Izzie stood there in front of him, her arms bound, her body naked other than those black stockings that reached up to mid-thigh, and waited patiently as her Senator lover sat inspecting her. I watched him draw a condom from God-knew-where, tearing open the packet before placing the thing on the tip of his enormous pole before unfurling it.

  I caught my breath as I saw him give her a nod, and have her climb onto him, straddling his thighs as he lay back against the mattress, and I watched from behind my wife as she pushed out her glorious behind, and perched so that the tip of his cock edged into her eager pussy.

  I heard myself gasp, and my heart skipped a couple of beats as I saw her sink onto him. The air in our basement seemed starved of oxygen all of a sudden.

  God. My Izzie had another man deep inside her.

  He held her buttocks firmly in both hands and guided her as she rose and fell on that enormous column, finding it slightly awkward since she did not have her arms to balance her.

  I couldn’t help but pull my own manhood from my fly as I watched her fucking him, holding my shaft tightly as I saw her wetness on his shaft. She was doing it. I was elated to feel the reality meeting and surpassing the fantasy. I still wanted this, I still enjoyed it, I still found the buzz from Izzie’s pleasure at the hands of another man.

  It seemed tough going at first as she was stretched by his huge cock, though he took it slowly and she did seem to relish the way that thing felt as it filled her up completely.

  The bugs I’d implanted were good enough that I could hear their deep breathing as she fucked him. As she leaned forward to press her breasts against his chest, I could see her wedding ring glint her finger on a hand bound behind her back.

  Izzie was in total ecstasy, it was clear to see. The opportunity to fuck a man other than her husband, to take such a large cock inside her, to ride such a power man — it all appeared a touch overwhelming for her. I watched him hold her body tight against him, and plunge that great thing inside her sex, and it wasn’t long before she was crying out, shuddering as the evening’s first climax swept through her.

  I had to stop myself from reacting to the sight of my wife coming hard like that, or else I would have failed to appreciate the rest of the evening.

  C removed her binding to allow her to kneel on all fours on the bed, then he was sliding that great thing into her again from behind, his impressive shaft glistening with her juices as he squeezed it into her entrance. It was easier going this time, she was more accustomed to his size. With her hands free, she could reach between her legs to stroke her clit while he fucked her.

  He certainly had stamina for a 50-year-old guy. Eventually, she turned at his prompting, to lie on her back on the bed before him, her stocking-clad legs parting to expose her sweet flower for him, her nipples still as hard as they were all evening. There was sweat on her brow now, and in her hair, her cheeks and her upper chest were flushed. But C was still hard as a rock as he reached around her thighs to pull her body to the edge of the bed, so he could slide that massive organ back inside her.

  I found myself wondering if a certain little blue pill might be at work here.

  I had to admit he was in great shape, though. He might have a touch of gray in the hair on his chest, but his frame showed defined muscles — he had to work out like crazy.

  Izzie groaned as he pushed into her time after time, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him fucking her, to see this man who was not her husband taking her like this. I could see from her expression that it was still a strange thing for her, to be in such intimate embrace with a man who wasn’t me. When we’d been married, she’d never expected this kind of thing to happen. Even when we’d started talking about the Game, she’d never believed this would actually ever happen.

  But now it was happening — did she believe I was away in Baltimore? What if I had been in another city when this was happening?

  If I didn’t know about her infidelity, was it cheating? Yes. But the rules of our game only required her to leave sufficient clues to allow me to know what was going on — not necessarily to watch her.

  I was here to watch, because I’d been monitoring her closely. She had to have known that I would be. Perhaps she did know I’d be watching this. I liked to think she did. At the same time, I guess if I came home and never picked up on the clues, the spirit of our game would require her to alert me in some other way.

  I don’t know. I knew I would just have to keep a close eye on her — that was the only guarantee I could enjoy this as much as she would.

  The two of them were getting fairly sweaty by now, and from the sound of it Izzie was close to another orgasm. Yet more to be impressed about regarding the Senator — though I did believe that it wasn’t merely his skills and stamina that were giving her such a good time. It was also the forbidden nature of this sex, the spark of adultery, and the status of the powerful man who was thrusting into her.

  Grunting and groaning, C said, “I’m coming…”

  And Izzie merely sighed and said, “Please… please… please…”

  The Senator groaned, but seemed calmly in control of the situation. He withdrew from her, and I watched in horror and fascination as he slipped the condom off his cock. Then thanks to the quality of the camera I’d set up to look from the bedside table I caught the sight of his shaft throbbing as he shot streak after streak of his cream over her pussy, her stomach and her breasts — as though marking her as his territory.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  They lay there for a while on their backs, up against the headboard and the pillows, the Senator lighting up a cigarette which he duly offered to Izzie. It surprised me that she accepted it, of course. She was a lifelong non-smoker, after all. But this was about making her new lover completely comfortable in her presence, sharing a new trust with him.

  Still, she seemed to know how to handle a cigarette.

  But then again, she seemed to know how to handle a man who had wanted to dominate her. That was a surprise, too. She’d even seemed to get off on that, though she’d never raised the point with me before.

  “When are they sending the bill to the floor?” Izzie said as she exhaled a long plume of smoke.

  The corners of my mouth curled up at the sheer businesslike efficiency of my sweet wife. She’d given the Congressman what he’d wanted. Now it was time for him to be forthcoming.

  Senator Billingford also smiled, though he knew the score.

  “Tuesday week,” he said calmly, taking the cigarette back before reaching over to tip the ash into the small pot plant sitting on my bedside table — a plant that actually held one of my hidden cameras.

  “And they’re going to water down Clause 4 to get the Republicans on board?”

  “You didn’t hear it from me. But we’ll need help from the other side of the aisle to get this one through.”

  Izzie was soon sat there with her laptop, tapping away. I just sat in my armchair and stared for a while — just amazed at what she had just done. And how the two of them were sitting there like familiar lovers — like a couple — and unless I was mistaken, Izzie imagined me to be in Baltimore somewhere.

  Was it cheating if she thought I was in another city when this happened?

  Sure, I’d been clever, and I’d been able to watch. Perhaps that was all part of her plan. Was it cheating? I was allowing her to do it. I’d encouraged her. I didn’t even demand to watch her do it — I’d just wanted enough clues to know it was happening. Knowing she was sleeping with someone else was hot enough to placate my weird libido
. I’d just won a little bonus experience for myself.

  No, she was playing by the rules. I was happy enough. I just wanted to go up there and take her back right now.

  I did manage to curb my powerful urge, however. I quietly left the dark confines of the basement, and leaving the two of them up there in bed, talking shop, I managed to get out of the house without making a sound. I knew where all the creaky floorboards were, I avoided them perfectly.

  I left via the back entrance, however, in case the Senator’s chauffeur saw me leaving from the front door. I could clamber over a few low fences to get through our neighbors’ properties and wind my way around the other side of the block to collect my car.

  Then I drove slowly around until I could park where I could just about see that big black Lincoln Town Car, so I’d know when the Senator left. There, I waited, hoping that the Senator would feel the need to leave as soon as possible.

  My feeling was that the man would want to stay only so long as he could give Izzie what she wanted. He wouldn’t want to stay the night — he’d want to be out of there so that there was the minimum chance of anyone discovering that his car was parked just outside our house.

  It was only 15 minutes wait, and then I saw the chauffeur exit the vehicle to open the door for the Senator, who was now immaculately dressed once again. I watched the vehicle drive slowly away — past me, in fact, so that I had to scootch down in my chair to avoid detection — and leave the neighborhood.

  After a short pause, I fired up my engine and pulled slowly away, to crawl around the corner then swing into our driveway.

  I wasn’t particularly quiet re-entering the house. Closing the front door behind me as normal, walking upstairs without bothering to dodge the creaky step. My wife would have warning of my approach, but not that much warning.

  Up in the bedroom, I found her lying on the bed, touching herself. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed my approach after all. I stood in the doorway a few moments, watching. She was so graceful, so exquisite in her movement. Since I’d been out of the house, she’d put her panties back on and a thin white chemise that showed off her breasts and her hard nipples to perfection despite covering her up. She was still wearing those black stockings, though.

  I watched her caressing her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples through the thin white material. I watched her hands slide down over her stomach to between her thighs, over her panties to coax her pussy through the black lace. I watched her body undulating as she responded to her own touches, I took in the silky sounds of her breathing as she got off to the memory of being unfaithful to me. Of fucking a US Senator in our marital bed.

  I watched her, eyes closed, tear off her chemise, and then a little later peel off her panties to give her fingers free reign to glide over her smooth skin.

  A floorboard creaked as I stepped into the room.

  “That you, honey?” she sighed, seeming less than surprised that I might be there.

  I said, “So you put your clothes back on for five, ten minutes — only to take them off again?”

  She opened her eyes and grinned as I started to remove my own clothing. “I couldn’t be sure you weren’t in Baltimore,” she said. “I thought maybe if you were, you might like some clues to find in the morning — so you could tell I’d been a bad girl tonight.”

  Leaving my boxer shorts on, bulge fairly prominent, I picked up one of her feet, stroking her leg through her stocking.

  “I guess they’d be good clues,” I said. “But if I came back here in the morning, it would be a whole day before I saw you again.”

  “Uh-huh?” she said, sighing as I started kissing my way up her leg, breathing in the strong scent of sex and female arousal as I went.

  Jesus, I could smell that another man had been here. It was strange, a little disturbing, but at the same time so thrilling to me — the pure confirmation that my Izzie had played the Game, that she’d been naughty and sexy and enjoyed every minute of it.

  “So what would you spend all day wanting to do to me after you found clues like that?” she said, as I pulled myself over her to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck, breathing in that strange smell that lingered on her skin — infidelity.

  “Something like this,” I said, squeezing her breasts in my hands as I sucked on her lips, picturing in my mind how she’d knelt before another man and stretched these lips around his cock earlier that evening.

  It didn’t freak me out to imagine I was sucking on her cheating mouth. I could taste the cigarette smoke on her breath, and though I normally disliked the smoking thing, this time it seemed to enhance the sense that my Izzie had misbehaved, rebelled, done as she’d pleased, and that only drove my lust further.

  I kissed my way down her soft neck, her warm breasts, and I could taste the salt from her perspiration, and perhaps something from their sexual connection.

  I wouldn’t ever want to be with a man, there was no attraction for me — but a woman sullied by a man did not put me off, it seemed. I took Izzie’s stiff buds in my mouth one by one, and drew sweet sighs from her lips as her body gently writhed under me, her hips lifting in an attempt to urge me to pay more attention down there.

  “You want me to shower?” she asked, craning her neck to watch me kissing my way down and around her stomach, which she’d wiped off with her chemise, yet left lingering hints of the man who’d fucked her not so long before.

  “No,” I said, trailing my lips all over her velvet skin, inhaling deep breaths saturated with her adultery.

  “It doesn’t put you off?”

  “No.”

  “But you can… you can tell what happened?”

  “Of course,” I slipped down further, kissing my way down her abdomen, and the V-shape formed by the top of her legs, the scent of her infidelity strengthening as I went.

  She wasn’t stopping me. She was watching me now, amazed at what I was doing, at what I wanted from her. I slowly kissed my way down her mound, making myself familiar with the smoothness of her flesh down there, the complete lack of hair. Acquainting myself with the strange smell of sex that had nothing to do with me. Getting used to the idea that my wife’s pussy had been stretched by another man’s huge cock.

  “You don’t have to, you know,” she said, as though worried I was feeling the pressure to impress her.

  “I want to,” I said, locking my arms around her thighs to pull her to the edge of the bed, so that I could kneel on the floor to better access those reddened, puffy lips of her well-used sex.

  She lay back, closing her eyes, as I covered the apex of her pussy with my hot mouth, and as I pressed my tongue against her, tasting the strangeness of her unfaithful sex, she let out a long moan that seemed relieved as well as satiated.

  She was wetter than I ever remembered, and as I lapped at her juices there was no end to it. Though her tangy flavor was mild and pleasant enough — but the real pleasure for me came in connecting with her like that, after she’d been such a bad girl earlier, and in pleasing her with my mouth.

  It felt wrong, stroking her slippery folds with my tongue, sucking gently on her lips — and yet the sense of the taboo only made it more of a thrill as she arched her back and emitted soft, breathy cries.

  When she came, it was a slow, almost relaxed orgasm that appeared almost as though she was simply having a wet dream. After a few moments, she sat up on the edge of the bed, and I kissed her mouth, brushing her silky red hair back over her shoulders, then cradling her head as I kissed her.

  “Stand up,” she whispered, breathless, as we finally parted.

  I did as she asked, and the sight of my rock-solid cock straining against the thin material of my boxer shorts was bordering on the comical — but I was seriously hard for my unfaithful wife.

  “My God,” she smirked, running her hands over my thick staff through my underwear, the stretching up to kiss my stomach, pressing her bare breasts against my hardness instead.

  “It doesn’t quite compare to your new fri
end, I guess,” I said, though I wasn’t particularly worried that I didn’t stack up against her Senatorial lover. It was actually nice that she got to experience someone different to me, someone bigger.

  Fingers curling around my shaft through my underwear, she gave me a sudden sharp look. “Where were you when… it happened?”

  I smiled. “Does it matter?” I said.

  “You have a camera somewhere?” stroking me in her hands, she sounded quietly impressed. I was glad it didn’t anger her. “So you saw the whole thing?”

  “You left me enough clues to tell it was coming.”

  She smiled warmly and kissed her way down my lower stomach to the edge of my boxer shorts. “I was kinda hoping you might get to watch,” she said.

  She peeled down my boxer shorts, allowing my hard cock to spring free. Sure, it wasn’t the largest she’d seen tonight, but I was confident I was above average — and the delight on her face came from the fact that her husband was so very obviously aroused at everything that had happened that night, and that this was the second cock she got to play with in one evening.

  She was a bad girl.

  Shaking her hair out of her way, she kissed my stomach again, letting my hardness press against the soft skin of her bare breasts and upper chest, then slid her fingers down my shaft, gripping the base as she opened her mouth and gently licked the underside of my tip.

  I couldn’t help but groan as she took me into her hot, wet mouth, inch by inch, stroking me with those velvet lips, sucking on me, withdrawing to swirl her tongue around my glans. I held the back of her head gently, holding back her silky red hair, helping her rhythm as she bobbed down on my shaft, and she seemed to enjoy it like that.

  Did Izzie want me to be like her new lover? Had she always wished I’d been more dominant in the bedroom? It wasn’t really my nature — I was liberal to the core, in tune with feminism and equality, seeing male dominance of women as a thing to be railed against — and I’d always seen Izzie as being cut by the same jib.