by Arla Coopa
Chair Game
Story 3 of The Wife Games
By Arla Coopa
Copyright 2012 Arla Coopa
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Chair Game
It was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Caleb’s wife, Kendra, was short. She was petite on top, with small breasts. But she widened at the hips and had a big round butt. She had the kind of butt that, before the Centurions took over the world and changed everything, rappers rapped about and most men loved. And right now, Caleb enjoyed the sound of skin smacking into skin as he banged his wife from behind. He especially liked that they’d been at it so long that they were sweating and the sweat altered the acoustics a bit. And the acoustics were awesome anyway in this huge suite. Caleb knew that he and Kendra, from the masses of people who the Centurions ruled, never would have seen anything like this suite, much less stayed in one, had Kendra not gone so far in the games. She’d beaten out nine other wives in round one and then in round two to advance to the third round. With each round she advanced they were allowed more privileges. They no longer ate the powder rations the masses ate. Their son was now in Centurion schools and even had a private tutor. Their living station was much nicer than it used to be, but not as nice as the suite they’d been brought to in preparation for the next round of games.
“So have they told you what you’re going to do?” he asked through his labored breath, not slowing his pumping a bit.
“No.” She too spoke through her breath and her voice was higher than normal. “You know they don’t tell us that.”
He did know. But he liked sparking up the conversation. They’d never discussed what they felt about her participation in the games. But their sex life, which had already been good, had gotten much better since she’d been in them. And he’d noticed that her nipples had been hard during the last game.
“Hmm,” he said. “Do you think you’ll have to get naked in front of one of the Centurion men again?”
She hesitated. He noticed she’d stop pressing her butt backward as fast. “Well,” she said. “I would assume so. I mean, they escaladed from round one to round two.” There was a question in her voice. He kind of knew what the question was, but he wasn’t about to answer it. It was more fun this way, as much as that shamed him. “And I was naked then.” Her voice had changed. It had gotten higher again. This was about the most they’d talked about it, the very day before the games.
“Hmm,” he said, feeling a little awkward, but also feeling his cock swell tighter. “I wonder if they’ll put more in you this time. I mean, last time, you just got naked. The first time you weren’t naked at all, but you sucked his cock.”
He heard her breath pick up more. “Yeah,” she squeaked out.
“And you’ve done so well. I’m so proud of you. Maybe you’ll get a chance to really use this bare ass this time.” He smacked the aforementioned bare ass. “Then you’ll move on further. You may even win.”
He felt the walls around his cock tighten. She sometimes did that before a big one. And the orgasm that seemed to rock her whole body was a big one. She squeaked as she breathed hard and shook.
And then there was the thought. The thought of all she’d done in the games had done that to her. It had at least hastened it. And though he thought that should shame him, it pretty much caused the same reaction his wife was having. He pulled out his cock and shot his wad up and down the crack of her incredible ass.
What would tomorrow bring?
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Twelve husbands of twelve women who’d made it to the third round sat in a balcony of plush seats before the biggest screen yet. At the first two games, they’d been allowed foods and drinks from their old world. At this round, they were allowed Centurion food. And Caleb had to admit, it tasted better than anything he’d ever tasted. He didn’t know how they did it. Of course, who knew how the Centurions did anything. The small island had managed to take over the world. He tasted meat that actually fizzled and melted in his mouth. The vegetables were so tender and the cheese so tangy that they had to have been altered in some lab somewhere. The drinks were sweet and delicious, but were at the same time somehow so light that the husbands could just keep on drinking and drinking as they waited for the competition.
The screen finally came on to reveal twelve women standing in front of the twelve doors of a building. These women were all beautiful. None acted like the women from the first round at all. No, these were all winners in these games. They looked poised and ready to go. Each woman wore the colors of where they came from. Kendra and a red head she’d competed against since round one wore the blue of their region. None of the other girls wore the exact same color. The clothes they wore now were like a man’s long pajamas, not sexy at all. Caleb knew that would change.
A voice came from speakers in the balcony, but from a source they couldn’t see where the women stood. “Welcome once more to the Centurion Games. Today’s game will feature three finalists from each state of a four state district.” The announcer paused. Caleb supposed that somewhere else, Centurions watching wherever Centurions watched from, cheered and clapped. “The top three contestants will proceed to one of the three National Regional Finals. 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, no one Caleb had seen had failed and had to die.
“Without further delay . . . Let the game begin!”
The doors sprung open. Not a one woman hesitated to rush inside. The screen in front of the husbands became twelve smaller screens, but still showed the details of the women better than what could be seen in daylight from five feet away. Music now played. It was Centurion music, very techno, but it had another quality to it. It was like something you’d hear from a very old time, at a burlesque show, but with techno mixed in.
Inside the rooms, assigned Centurion men—the lucky bastards—sat in chairs with their hands tied behind their backs. These chairs were different from the chairs they usually sat the men in. These were not unlike the chairs the husbands sat in now, except they looked as if they would recline further. Some of the women went right to the handles on the sides and reclined their respective men. Some sat down on the man’s lap, forward or backward. A couple, Kendra included, stood in front of the men to make their move. He’d seen Kendra use this basic strategy before. She liked to take it slow, let things build up. She stood in front of her assigned man and shook her body, especially her caboose when she turned to him. Caleb thought the strategy looked good. At least, her assigned man, a tall black haired fellow, responded. His eyes grew big and so did his grin. Kendra’s big bubble butt was awesome.
Caleb found the redheaded girl from their region. She was tall, but also had a nice round ass. Of course, with the pajamas on, neither one could really show off. Red
was sitting on her assigned man’s lap, grinding her butt into his cock. Caleb didn’t think her man was as into it as Kendra’s was. He noted that none of the men’s mouths were moving. That had to be a rule. None of them could say what they wanted the women to do, at least not now. Otherwise, at least one of the twelve would be talking, Caleb thought. He noted none of the other men who had women on top of them looked super thrilled. He supposed they must know what was to come, which would dwarf what was happening now. Kendra’s strategy of just showing at this point was probably a good idea. Let the man just sit back with his imagination for now.
The song ended and another came on. Last round, the song had picked up the pace each time. This time, there wasn’t a noticeable pace change. The song, of what sounded like the same mixed genre, was just a different song.
The twelve wives, some having to get off their assigned men to do it, all removed the top layer of clothing.
They were still all dressed similar. They all wore short dresses, each with different color patterns but of similar design. They made Caleb think of something from an earlier era, something a housewife might wear in the 1950s, with sashes and flared ends down to just above their knees. They were a bit more costume-like, though, a bit more sexy.
Kendra went to the side of her chair and reclined her assigned man. She then hopped up on him and turned around like she was getting into reverse cowgirl position. She went down and rubbed her face over the top of his pants, while giving him an up-skirt view. The camera view shifted in the room to show what the man was seeing. The skirt was naturally moving up her, rubbing against his clothing. Her entire ass wasn’t showing, but part of those lobes were, so he was able to see how big and sexy they were on this small woman. It was hard to tell if she was wearing a thong or nothing under the dress at this point. Still, Caleb’s cock went from hard to harder seeing the man look at his wife’s ass. Then, he felt like he’d have to hold back the cum, when the camera showed his wife nestling her head up to the outline of a hardened cock.
The rules were clear here. No more clothes could be taken off, and the women couldn’t take off the clothes of the Centurions. It also seemed like the women could not use their mouths or hands to pleasure the men.
Red had a good strategy, Caleb thought. The tall girl had her assigned man reclined and was dancing over the top of him on his chair, so he could look up her skirt and watch the goods shake. And Red had really nice goods.
In the last game, the men whacked themselves. This time, their hands were tied, of course. The women would have to work harder to get the men there. And the women were working hard. One woman, a black woman who’d been the first place finisher with Kendra and Red in the last round, was turned around and bouncing on her man, her tits bouncing, her ample but flopping. She was very rhythmic and very athletic, but her assigned man didn’t look as pleased as Red’s or Kendra’s.
Other women used other strategies. A skinny blonde had turned so her back was on her man’s front and her crotch facing him as she slide her crotch toward his face. The camera showed up under her skirt and Caleb saw this woman was wearing underwear, which meant the others would be too. He couldn’t help but stare at the outline of her little pussy for a minute, before returning to something far sexier to him when he looked at Kendra’s screen. Her skirt had crawled up a lot and now her butt was inches from the man’s face. She bounced up and down to make it wiggle for him. The man’s face was awestruck. He looked as if he could cum already. Caleb found himself torn. The part of him that could think into the future wanted the man to cum now. But his cock, the part of him he was learning more and more about as of late, wanted his wife to move onto the next songs and show the man more, do more for the man.
Caleb glanced around the room he was in. He thought he saw several more faces that must feel like he felt. Maybe that had something to do with why this group of men were where they were. They approved or maybe liked it a little, making their wives try harder. Not all the faces were like that, but there wasn’t one face in the room that looked devastated or humiliated. One man had puked in the first round. At least one had cried.
The song ended and another started. All twelve women removed their dresses. Some had on long stockings, but they were sheer and ended before the goods started. Some didn’t have the stockings. All wore a pair of thong panties and a bra. The colors varied, but none of the bras displayed a nipple, other than an outline of it.
Once more the strategies varied. All the women maintained contact with their respective assigned men, but they did so in different manners. Both Kendra and Red had good strategies from what he could see. They were both turned in the 69 position. Both rubbed their faces on their assigned man’s cock. Red had a couple of advantages. Because she was taller, her butt was closer to her assigned man’s face. In fact, she was able to slide back and forth, rubbing her pussy, clothed with a single layer, over his nose and lips. It was easy to see the man sniffing her pussy as it went over and that he liked the smell. She’d come up far enough each time that her big booty was in view. Proportionate to their sizes, Kendra’s was just as big if not bigger. But in terms of sheer size, Red’s was bigger. And because of her tallness, she could make all these moves without taking her face from her assigned man’s cock. And her assigned man had already been stimulated well from the last song.
Red sat up on him and threw her hands up. The camera closed in on why. There was a nice sized wet spot on her assigned man’s pants.
The big screen lost Red’s screen, leaving eleven.
The black woman, who’d seemed invincible in the last round, just wasn’t doing it this round. She moved with her usual athleticism, her tits and ass shaking like seemed barely possible, but it seemed like too much for her man. By the look on his face, he couldn’t really get a good look while she was one way before she moved to the next. Caleb thought that if the man could have talked, he would have told her this.
The woman’s husband, another person Caleb knew from the last round, yelled out, “Slow down.” But the woman could not hear him, of course.
No one else came before the next song started. All eleven contestants removed their bras. That must have been the rule, rather than letting them remove any one article of choice. Because if they would have had the choice, Kendra would have gone with her bottoms, her ass way stronger of an asset than her tits.
Caleb loved her tits. They were a handful only, but she had big areolas, which were dark red. But her ass was world class.
Kendra had stayed on top of her assigned man to remove her bra, and now went back to sixty nine. This time she backed up, though. She backed up until her still clothed pussy went over his face, then she backed on off the chair that way and rubbed her little tits over his face a couple of times, before she reversed her direction. By the time her midsection had cleared his face, Caleb could see the man had really enjoyed it, his grin so big, his eyes like a kid who’d just eyed the best birthday present ever. The problem was that Kendra could not be rubbing on his face and stimulating his cock at the same time. Caleb saw two other women were doing that and was afraid Kendra would not finish in the top three.
But Kendra made her next move a spectacular one. She slid her hips down over his midsection. Reverse cowgirl was Caleb’s favorite position, but he didn’t think it would be if his wife was someone with a lesser ass.
Kendra began to bounce. She did so high and with rhythm. Caleb looked around the room. He saw that a few of the faces seemed to be watching his wife instead of their own. He loved that. He turned back to the screen and watched what the husbands and many other men from the Centurion world saw. His wife’s big bubble butt bounced and contorted. She seemed to get higher and higher, getting more and more of her legs under her. In these games, the sound sometimes went to the room where something cool and audible was happening. The song was still playing, but its volume had gone down a bit. The sound that accompanied it was his wife’s ass slamming down into the man, her butt jiggling like jelly. Caleb
thought of the many watching again. His cock actually burned. Then, when his wife added a little grind every time she came down, it burned more. Then she moved quickly instead of high. He heard another man in the room moan when she started doing that. It took on a sort of silly look, and Caleb loved it. He loved it more when she started squeezing her cheeks tight and releasing, over and over. He heard the same man make a pleasured, “Whoa!” He wondered if it were the husband of the woman who’d won, who could now watch on without worrying about the outcome.
Two things happened in rapid succession. The assigned man under his wife wetted the front of his pants with his wad, and Caleb did the same to his, without even touching it.
#
The smacking sound was back. This time, it was accompanied by his wife’s high-pitched moans. Caleb had watched in near indifference as the rest of the competition finished. Some woman from another state took third. All the others finished, so no one died. But some made it to a round where the men were allowed to touch. Caleb had wondered how awesome that would have been for him to see, and actually started to get a little bit hard again, imagining Kendra still in the game.
The husbands had been bussed back here. He’d showered and then waited. She’d gotten there and was all over him.
“Second place. Wow. That’s the best yet. I’m so proud of you.”
She didn’t speak other than continuing her moans.
“You know what?” he said. “If you would have thought of that move earlier you would have finished first.”
She fell down on her arms, sticking her butt further into him, her moan more like a scream.
“He loved this beautiful ass,” he shouted slapping it on both sides. “He loved seeing this amazing piece of human architecture shake.”
She screamed out again, and had an orgasm harder than last night. Seconds later, he came for the second time that day.