Game Changer

by Max Sebastian

  Honestly, I was turned on by her hunger, her need, her drive. The pink flush in her cheeks, the slight sheen of perspiration on her forehead, her deep breathing, the large size of her pupils. But somehow, the pressure to perform with friends listening and a highly expectant wife... it didn’t bode well.

  ‘Come on,’ Hanna said, laying down on the bed, pulling the covers over her naked body. Such was the extent of her dirty talk.

  I pulled off my clothes as sullen as though I was being punished for something I hadn’t done. I knew what was coming.

  ‘Seriously?’ she said as I lay next to her, and her fingers curled around a soft cock.

  ‘They’re listening,’ I pointed out, as though she needed to be reminded of that fact, and as though this was a perfectly valid reason to fail to get hard when called upon.

  ‘So now is the moment you think it’s a good time for... this?’ she said, as though I had any choice in the matter of erectile problems. Oh, it had happened before, when I was particularly tired, or stressed, or when I had Hanna brandishing plastic swabs or digital instruments declaring that she was at the peak of her fertility. I wouldn’t say it was a frequent thing, but it certainly had happened over the years in difficult times.

  ‘Is this going to happen all week?’ she scowled, making me feel I’d betrayed her, ruining her carefully-drawn plans for the rest of the week.

  ‘No, not at all,’ I insisted. ‘You know... maybe... at night...’

  She sighed. ‘So what are we going to do all day, every day, for the rest of the week?’

  We just lay there side by side, naked, and I’ll say to any single guys out there, she did look good. She was just too familiar for me, and maybe I was no longer quite the twenty-something, immune to the effects of performance stress, as when she and I had met.

  ‘It’s hardly fair to the guys, anyway,’ I said. ‘Keeping to ourselves, shutting ourselves in our bedroom all week.’

  She said, ‘Perks of marriage, right? Maybe they should have done more to hold down a relationship for longer.’

  Hardly fair, but then she wasn’t in the mood to be fair.

  She started touching herself, almost spitefully, but it was probably the most foreplay we’d shared in years. A little counseling may have helped, pointing out our need to slow things down, reduce the pressure, take time to just enjoy each other without the furious need to reach climax as quickly as possible.

  I did start responding mildly to the sight of her laying there stroking her pussy as though this was all she could expect this week. I felt the warm, blissful arousal kick up a notch between my legs, though it wasn’t quite enough to stir my terrified cock. For a while I just watched her, trying to think hot thoughts, hoping my mild thrill at her masturbation might eventually explode into a firm erection once I was sufficiently relaxed and in the right mindset. It wasn’t happening, though.

  And then she let fly with a very casual, flippant remark—more of a joke, really.

  ‘Maybe I should go see if Hayden or Jake could come finish the job?’

  And suddenly, as if a switch had flipped, there I was, lying there, hard as a rock, my swollen manhood bobbing and swaying slightly in time to my heart rate.

  Hanna gasped.

  ‘Holy f—’ she said, grasping it in her nearest hand as though to test whether she was imagining things. ‘Where did that come from?’

  I protested, ‘You’re lying there, right in front of me, touching yourself.’

  But she shook her head. ‘Uh-uh. I was doing that for a while... and no joy. Then suddenly... blam!’

  She rolled onto her front, and then pushed herself up to kneel beside me, her hand closing around my thick rod once again as she resumed pumping it, apparently amazed at what she held in her hands.

  ‘There wasn’t some sudden drop in your stress levels,’ she said, almost cooed. Suddenly happy now, ecstatic. Thinking to herself that this was how the rest of the week would be. Husband with a hard-on. Her mental predictions were really based on very little data. Extrapolated from whatever was going on right now, in the moment.

  ‘No, there wasn’t...’ I agreed.

  ‘You didn’t pop a pill while I wasn’t looking.’

  ‘Nope.’

  ‘Mmmm....’ She beamed, from ear to ear, as she used both hands on me, pumping me and pulling on me as though a little rough play would test just how stable my erection was. ‘Were you thinking of something hot?’ she asked. ‘Something you’ve watched some time...’

  ‘I don’t... think so...’

  ‘God... look at that thing...’ she said, awestruck. ‘Big... fucking... hard... cock...’

  She straddled me, still pumping on my manhood with two hands, still cooing over it, amazed.

  ‘I was just lying there,’ she said, still apparently trying to figure this all out, because she’d been married to me so long there was no way I had anything left that was unexpected for her, that she couldn’t predict. ‘I was lying there... stroking myself... my pussy...’

  She didn’t use words like that usually. It was hot. Unexpected. But not quite the same impact as when she’d said what she’d said.

  And then she said it again: ‘I was just warning you that if you didn’t... get hard for me... I’d have to go... get Hayden... or Jake...’

  And that was when she squealed, and I knew she was feeling my cock throbbing in her hands, maybe even bucking a little. I felt a little heat, a surge of something wet rise through my shaft, and was almost certain that she’d made me come, just with her hands. That she’d be disappointed with me, that it was all over already and I hadn’t even been inside her.

  But she squealed again with delight, and my hardness was not evaporating, and when she held up a hand to show me, it wasn’t streaked with white come. It was pre-come, which she now used as a lubricant as she continued stroking my cock.

  ‘You liked that...’ she breathed. ‘Didn’t you?’

  I just lay there, taking it.

  She went on, ‘You liked the thought of me going down there... maybe asking Hayden... or Jake... to fuck me instead...’

  I couldn’t help it. I was just so hard for her. Thinking about her going downstairs to fetch Hayden. The thought of his powerful African-American frame laying between her thighs, taking her. Even the thought of Jake, a fairly average white guy like myself, joining my wife naked on the bed made my pulse race and my cock stiffen up like a two-by-four.

  ‘You know you’d have to sit outside while I fucked them,’ she said, casually as though she was planning the arrangements, ‘and of course in this chalet you’d probably be able to hear everything...’

  ‘Stop... stop...’ I pleaded, feeling myself beginning to go, my come so very close to being triggered—and we weren’t trying for a baby here, the whole point was to pass the time, and for me personally it was to keep Hanna satisfied.

  ‘Stop?’ she teased.

  Then she did stop, and she gasped, as though suddenly everything had clicked and she had figured me out. She looked up at me, shocked, and said: ‘This is a thing, isn’t it? For you, I mean. A fantasy. A fetish.’

  I breathed, trying to keep calm, to avoid spurting my cream all over her before we were done. ‘I... I don’t know...’

  ‘God! Seriously?’ she was really surprised. I guess we hadn’t actually talked about each other’s sexual fantasies. At least, when the subject had come up in the early days of dating, we’d both said we didn’t really have one. That had been true for me then. Not so much now. ‘So your secret fantasy...’ she went on, her eyes sharpening with interest, ‘...is it... the thought of me fucking other guys, or Hayden... or Jake... specifically that turns you on?’

  It was all a little strange to me because I’d never really had thoughts about other guys sleeping with my wife before. As a teenager and in college I’d harbored fantasies of threesomes with two girls, but as I got older and the reality emerged about what a challenge it could be to keep two women satisfied, that fantasy had evapora
ted. I hadn’t had much more than passing crushes for various celebrities since then.

  Now I was faintly embarrassed at being so turned on by the idea of my friends banging Hanna—and yet I couldn’t avoid the fact that it did turn me on. I felt like I was blushing as I lay there, being interrogated, and yet I was still so aroused there was a very real danger of me coming, even now that she’d stopped pumping my cock in her hands.

  I tried thinking about how it might be to watch someone else fucking my wife. Maybe a celebrity. James Bond, or that guy from Game of Thrones. I thought of other guys we’d known in college, guys at my office. All of it seemed just as hot to me.

  ‘I don’t think it’s them...’ I said, not quite knowing how to put it into words.

  ‘You mean... any guy would do?’

  I shrugged. She looked down, running her fingers all over my big, hard cock. She seemed to be taking that as my answer rather than what I was saying, or my facial expression. And she giggled.

  ‘Is it just the sex?’ she asked me. ‘I mean... would you get this hard thinking about... some other girl fucking your friends... or other guys?’ She looked up at me. ‘Is it just... you know... watching sex that turns you on so much?’

  I pursed my lips as though I wasn’t sure, but as I thought about Hayden or Jake—or that guy from Game of Thrones—fucking some other women, it certainly didn’t have the same effect on me. I thought of the celebrity crushes I’d had over the years—Sandra Bullock, Charlize Theron, Halle Berry... but though I still thought of them as attractive, fantasizing about them sleeping with other men wasn’t much of a thing for me.

  ‘Jesus!’ she gasped again, feeling my cock softening slightly in her hands. ‘So... it’s really all about me being with someone else?’

  I shrugged again, and gave her a sheepish nod. The simple fact was that when I thought about it, there wasn’t any drama in the fantasy of watching another woman fucking someone right in front of me. However, the thought of watching Hanna fucking someone else—or even just knowing that it was happening, somewhere where I couldn’t watch—was just so powerful an idea, so full of drama, so steeped in terror and excitement and confusion and outright lust.

  ‘Wow,’ she said, smiling ear-to-ear. ‘This is so huge.’

  I shivered a little, and it wasn’t cold in there. I guess I was starting to feel a little nervous that she was discovering all this about me—that I was discovering all this about me. Did I really want some other guy to sleep with my sweet wife?

  But I couldn’t avoid the fact that my cock seemed to want it. Thinking about some other guy having Hanna just made me want her more.

  ‘You’re so... kinky...’ she said, still stunned by this revelation. ‘And I didn’t even know it.’

  ‘I... I don’t think I knew it, either,’ I admitted.

  ‘I think I just... kinda assumed your fantasy would be a threesome with two girls,’ she said, and I actually felt strangely good about myself that that wasn’t my fantasy, not anymore. That I wasn’t so predictable. ‘You never... told me anything.’

  ‘You never told me any of your fantasies,’ I fired back at her.

  ‘I really didn’t have much to tell,’ she insisted.

  ‘Try me.’

  ‘I don’t know...’ now it was her turn to blush profusely. But I stood my ground, waiting for her to open up. ‘I mean... you know... sometimes I think about... you know... times you’ve fucked me and it was really amazing...’

  ‘I think... that’s called a memory, not a fantasy,’ I chuckled.

  Her blush deepened. ‘Sometimes... I think about... you know... a little crush I might have...’

  ‘A little crush? Who?’

  She shrugged. ‘Iron Man... Batman...’

  ‘Which one?’

  ‘Any of them. You know... in the suit...’

  ‘You know he couldn’t fuck you in the suit.’

  ‘You don’t think he’d have an attachment for that utility belt of his?’

  ‘What about real guys? Guys without superpowers.’

  ‘I don’t know... that guy from Game of Thrones?’

  I laughed. Thinking silently, I knew it! And hey presto, my full erection was back, as hard as ever, as I thought about her riding that guy from her favorite TV show. She felt it, of course, and it made her giggle.

  ‘I can’t believe you never told me about this before,’ she chided me, as though we’d wasted years of marriage by not opening up about this stuff sooner. I suppose it would have made trying for a baby easier if I’d countered the pressure and anxiety with the fantasy of watching Hanna fucking some other man.

  ‘I swear,’ I said in response to her semi-accusatory statement, ‘I never really thought about it before.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  I guess it was a little odd that something would turn me on so much, and yet I’d never really considered it before. I paused. She needed some explanation. I needed some explanation. I mulled it over in my head for a moment.

  ‘When we started dating,’ she said, ‘you really didn’t want to know about guys who’d dated me before.’

  I thought back. I did remember feeling a few nerves on once being introduced to one of her ex-boyfriends, but there hadn’t been a moment where I’d banned her from talking about her dating history. ‘No,’ I said, remembering, ‘you were the one who got all upset every time I accidentally hinted that I’d been with another woman before you.’

  She smirked. ‘I guess... maybe that’s true. I kind of... still hate thinking about anyone else having you except me.’ Then she had a thought, and looked suddenly horrified. ‘Is that what this is about? You fantasize about me being with some other guy because it would mean I’d have to let you get with another girl?’

  I shook my head, but funnily enough the most telling fact was the slight softening of my manhood in her fingers. ‘No, that’s not it at all,’ I said, though I hardly needed to.

  She laughed, ‘It’s really just that you want to watch me... getting nasty with someone else?’

  And, lo and behold, my manhood thickened right back up. ‘I don’t think I’d even have to watch,’ I admitted. ‘You know... just knowing that you were...’

  ‘That would be enough?’

  The erection never lied, apparently. It was most amusing for Hanna.

  ‘It’s like a magic 8-ball,’ she giggled, pumping on my hardness as though rewarding me for not wanting to sleep with other women. ‘Except I know it’s the truth. So... you’re really not jealous thinking about me with other guys?’

  I thought about it. Oh, I’d been jealous enough in my time. At high school, whenever I’d had any interest in a girl. In college when guys at parties had occasionally hit on Hanna, or girlfriends before Hanna. I had been nervous about Hanna’s ex at some stage, sure. But these days... no, I wasn’t jealous thinking about her fooling around with someone else.

  ‘I don’t think so,’ I said. ‘I think... you know... I trust you.’

  ‘Trust me?’

  ‘You know—to come back to me after you’ve... you know...’

  ‘Fucked someone else?’ she giggled.

  ‘I mean—we’re married. I think that just makes me feel confident enough that if you wanted a little fun with some other guy, it would be just that—nothing serious—and it wouldn’t make you stop wanting to be married to me.’

  ‘Of course it wouldn’t,’ she said, adamantly. And the way she said it somehow seemed to suggest that this wasn’t just my newly-discovered fantasy anymore, she was really considering trying it for real. It frightened me that she might be—but at the same time, it turned me on like nothing else.

  ‘Jesus!’ she squealed again, as my hard cock jumped in her hands. ‘I think your bad boy down here is trying to tell me something!’

  ‘I think it is!’ I laughed with her.

  ‘I think if it was up to him, it wouldn’t just be a fantasy. We’d probably be talking about me actually seeing what it would be like—you know, sleepin
g with someone else.’

  ‘I think we would,’ I nodded, and my cock was certainly giving both of us the impression that as far as it was concerned, Hanna already had full permission to sleep with whoever she wanted.

  Hanna ducked her head and kissed it on the tip. ‘Maybe we should try it someday,’ she said, and it seemed to me just about the hottest thing she’d ever said.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ I nodded, still trying to hold myself back, to avoid coming until I was at least penetrating her.

  She looked at me for a moment, trying to figure me out, her eyes latching onto mine. I smiled. She smiled back. I wondered what she was thinking about. Maybe she was thinking we could go home after this god-awful trip and start trying for a baby this time—and this time, she’d know exactly how to get me going in the bedroom when needed.

  ‘Come on,’ she said, pulling away from me, climbing out of bed. Leaving me totally confused.

  ‘What?’

  She gave me a mischievous grin. ‘Don’t you think we’ve been in here long enough? You said it yourself how unfair it is for us to shut ourselves away from Hayden and Jake all day because we get to fuck.’

  ‘Yeah... but...’ I said, flustered. By now, I needed release.

  ‘Come on, we can talk about all this later,’ she said. ‘I’m going to take a quick shower and then we can see what Hayden and Jake want to do, right?’

  I watched her wrap a towel around her body and scamper out of the room toward the bathroom. No en-suites in this tiny chalet. Ah well, I tried to console myself that I’d be able to resume all this with her later, at bedtime if not before when serious boredom returned.

  Chapter Three

  I showered after Hanna, and since she took an age to get ready, I was dressed before her, so that we could head back downstairs to our friends together. Hanna was now dressed a bit nicer in a short black skirt with a red fairly tight blouse. When they greeted our return, and afterward, it seemed that Hayden and Jake were trying their very best not to mention the fact that Hanna and I had just walked upstairs to fuck, and they knew exactly what had happened, or at least they thought they did. It was kind of amusing, but what surprised me was that I didn’t feel embarrassed that they ‘knew’ Hanna and I had just slept together. I felt kind of proud that they thought we had. That I had such a hot wife who I could just whisk away and fuck any time I wanted. The way they looked at me, especially Hayden, reinforced that sense of pride. They seemed impressed by me.