Game Changer

by Max Sebastian

  As Hanna wandered over to the kitchen area to check on the quality of our ingredients, I could see my old college buddy scrutinizing me carefully, though subtly, to see how I responded to her. I tried to act naturally, casually, nonchalant. I’m not entirely sure I pulled it off.

  ‘Wow, you really did buy a lot,’ she said, eyeing the bags I’d dumped on the counter.

  Then she turned to me, and stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. I welcomed her sweet lips, though it struck me immediately as significant that they were waxy with lipstick. Her big, green eyes were also highlighted by mascara and eyeliner, and as I breathed her in, my chest was filled with her perfume.

  She was very definitely on show, courting male attention. I was thrilled.

  I was so thrilled, I was trembling a little. Where had those lips been before touching lightly against mine?

  ‘Still love me?’ she said, raising an eyebrow. Knowing the answer immediately from my stunned expression, my adoring eyes.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ I said.

  She leaned back, pressing her butt up against the edge of the island counter, and with her back to the other guys, she pulled me in for a longer, deeper kiss. I sucked on her sweet lips, doing my best to get my head around the fact that she’d been kissing another guy with these lips all night, and no doubt had stretched them around another man’s cock. She’d showered since then, but it didn’t stop the fact that these lips had been unfaithful.

  When we came up for air, Hanna smiled a wicked, self-satisfied smile. She placed her hand over my crotch, pressing it against my hard cock through my pants, feeling for herself what I thought of her.

  ‘You still want me?’ she said, quietly so the others couldn’t hear.

  ‘More than ever,’ I said. ‘Can’t you tell?’

  She smirked.

  Then she said— shouted, it seemed, though I realized she was only talking a little above her normal volume—’But you know, sweetie, that if you want to sleep with me this week, you have to win at poker.’

  Jake and Hayden’s ears pricked up at that.

  ‘I thought we’d all agreed on the rules already?’ she said. ‘Everything that happens in this chalet is our solemn secret. And we have nothing really else to do the rest of this week...’

  I felt a strange confluence of dread and pure delight.

  Chapter Ten

  I turned to find Jake and Hayden gazing at us with surprise and lust and doubt plastered all over their faces, as though the government had just declared a second Christmas would take place, and they really couldn’t quite believe whether it would really happen despite the official announcement.

  ‘Please tell me this new arrangement ends when we get home,’ I said, playing the disappointed cuckold, still painfully aware that this open-to-all sexual contest was the only game in a very dull town. ‘I am terrible at poker.’

  She covered her mouth with a coy hand as she giggled, though her other hand was checking out my throbbing hard-on, hidden from the others’ view. ‘As soon as we leave this chalet, everything is forgotten,’ she said. ‘Nothing ever happened.’

  She had a twinkle in her eye as she said this to me, as though she was silently confirming to me that, actually, nothing would be forgotten if it made me as hard as this, although as far as Jake and Hayden were involved, the adventure would end.

  ‘So when does the next game start?’ I asked her.

  ‘I thought you guys were going to try baking a cake?’ she grinned.

  I shrugged. Jake piped up, ‘Who needs cake?’

  Hanna laughed again. ‘I do. As soon as you have something edible to share, we can start the next game.’

  The cake came, of course, although it nearly didn’t. Three guys all jostling to get something good enough to start the game as early as possible, and we were proving the maxim about too many cooks.

  It took until the late afternoon, but eventually we had something to tantalize the taste buds. And then we convened around the table with a deck of cards, tantalized for a whole other reason.

  *

  This time, the game seemed much more serious.

  Oh, we still had fun. We still played the strip version of poker. But this time everyone played with a whole lot more gravity and caution, we agreed to certain rules—like an equal number of clothing items that everyone was allowed to wear at the beginning—and we abided by them carefully.

  It was like the difference between a casual kick about with a ball in a park, and a proper game with a referee and teams playing for a trophy. Because we knew what our trophy was now. Hanna had proven herself—we knew that the winner of this game would get to spend the night with her, and we knew what that actually meant. She had spent the night with Jake after he had won the first game. And she had fucked him, through the night and into the morning.

  And Jake certainly wasn’t out of the running just because he’d already tasted the spoils of victory. He was gunning for a win just as much as anyone, desperate for a second night with my wife, as much as Hayden was for a first, and I was for a night of reconnection and reclamation.

  In fact, things seemed much more even. None of us had particularly rotten luck, none of us were running away with a victory. Jake lost his football jersey, and then his shoes. I lost my baseball hat. Hanna lost her hooded top. Hayden lost his shoes and his socks.

  We were all muted, we were all sharply focused on the cards, or at least the guys were. You could tell that Hanna loved how serious we all were about winning, even if she was trying to fit in with our new serious attitude her wry grin kept on breaking through.

  During the game, Hanna’s confidence was running supreme, and it was just plain hot to watch. She was a little flirty here and there with Hayden, though perhaps a little more cautious than the previous day. What I could hardly fail to notice, though, even if she was trying to conceal it, was a special connection between Hanna and Jake.

  Out of all of us, she seemed to tease Jake the most, she taunted him with the possibility of her sleeping with one of us instead, as though he was her default sleeping partner, rather than me, her husband. She seemed particularly amused and delighted each time Jake had to remove an item of clothing, compared to when Hayden or I had to do so. Well, she had spent all night with Jake, and from what I heard, and the length of their lie-in in the morning, there hadn’t been much sleeping going on during the night hours. There was clearly a connection there, and he was the last person to sleep with her. The way they were together, their obvious chemistry, tugged at my heartstrings and stoked the embers of my jealousy all night—though it also seemed to help spice up my simmering arousal.

  Hayden lost his shirt, then I lost my shoes and then shortly afterward my sweater. Hanna lost her shoes. Jake lost his socks and then a t-shirt, only to reveal an identical t-shirt underneath.

  ‘Hey, I still started with as many things as you did,’ he insisted over the suspicions that he was trying to pull a fast one on us, somehow. We counted. He was right enough.

  He lost his second identical t-shirt soon enough.

  Hayden lost his pants, and revealed that underneath he had a pair of long basketball shorts on over his underwear, which also caused mirth and a recount of his clothing items. He, too, complied with our overall seven item quota, however.

  It was no big deal when one of us guys removed clothing, of course, at least from my point of view. Hanna squealed in delight, naturally, and tried to act as though every new piece of flesh one of us guys revealed made her feel just a little hornier. It might have been true. She was so sexy anyway, what did it matter? I liked to think it was turning her on, three guys battling for her like this.

  It was more of a big deal when Hanna lost an item of clothing—for her, because she acted all coy, even if we had all seen her naked by now and two of us had slept with her; and for us, because she was our trophy, and we all wanted her so badly. She lost her long-sleeve t-shirt to leave her in a blue tank top, bra and black sheer pantyhose, and her outfit was for
m-fitting enough to tantalize our gazes even before her stripping became explicit. Her nipples were poking hard through her bra and tank top to show us that she was just as hot for this as we were.

  I was watching her closely, as both a guy hoping desperately to sleep with her that night, and a husband who was just fascinated that this beautiful woman was both his wife and a confirmed adulteress. She was both familiar to me and a complete stranger all in one, it seemed. I’d seen her naked before so many times, I’d fucked her so many times. And yet now she had lain with another man—and several times, at that, having fucked him all night long, and through into the morning..

  She lost her tank top to reveal a fairly plain black bra, and I could see in her eyes she wished she’d brought some sexy lingerie on this trip of ours. Before the trip, though, she hadn’t been of the mentality that she would need to dress sexy. She didn’t usually make an effort to seduce me these days, it was largely assumed she didn’t have to.

  Watching her, I realized that if she was wearing panties beneath her hose, she would have had eight items along with the bra and the skirt she still wore, and the things she’d removed. Was she wearing nothing beneath her pantyhose?

  I was winning for a short period, but although I deeply desired the chance to reclaim my pretty wife after her night with Jake, that strange part of me that had so relished her being with someone else the night before felt oddly hopeful that this night might, perhaps, belong to Hayden.

  By then, of course, I knew how it felt to have my wife sleep with someone else. I knew it wasn’t so bad on the jealousy score. The excitement for me, if Hayden won my wife, would far surpass my feelings of insecurity and jealousy, even if those negative aspects were not gone entirely.

  However, at the same time I was increasingly nervous about Hanna spending a second night with Jake. If she did—and if the cards fell right, she would have to—it felt to me that her repeat exposure might stir something in her that went beyond the mere physical. If she slept with Jake again, I worried she would be increasingly at risk of falling for him. I was flooded with fear and paranoia.

  As the game wore on, Hayden lost his shorts to reveal black-and-white Raiders boxers, then I lost my socks followed quickly by my t-shirt—leaving me in pants and boxers only—it felt as though Jake’s run of luck might be shifting.

  With Hanna apparently one item better off than the rest of us at that point, a new concern presented itself to me. What if Hanna won the game, and got to choose who she spent the night with? Would she choose her husband? It felt to me as though that was her natural choice—and yet she might decide that the opportunity to sleep with someone else was too rare to pass up on this failure of a ski vacation. Okay, so she might choose a night with Hayden since she hadn’t been with him already.

  My real fear was that she would choose Jake.

  Choosing Jake might signal that she felt she had unfinished business with him, that she had so enjoyed spending the night with him she was craving more. That a romantic connection might be forming between them, and she might want to pursue it.

  She might be less intimidated by a night with Jake because she’d already been with him, of course. She might feel that even if we’d all pledged solemnly never to reveal what went on in this ski chalet, that choosing to sleep with Jake would make her less of a ‘slut’, and therefore less open to social shaming, if the secret ever came out, compared to the prospect of her sleeping with every guy in the chalet this week.

  The prospect of her choosing Jake became more and more likely, it seemed to me, because I feared it, and because she appeared more positive toward Jake’s wins than anyone else’s. A few times that evening I had noticed her trying to check herself, trying to appear more impartial between us. Later on, her flirting with Jake increased, and her delight at his victories alongside it.

  So that all brought me round to be much more supportive of Hayden than I’d been before that evening. Suddenly, if I was up against him during a round, the others having folded perhaps, I would find a subtle way to hand the win to him. I bluffed to the point where we could both knock Jake, and Hanna if possible, out of the round, and then I’d reveal my bluff as though I wasn’t good enough to keep up the presence against Hayden. I would fold strategically against him even if I did actually have good cards.

  Nevertheless, there was little I could do if Jake or Hanna had genuinely good cards. I lost my pants, leaving me only in boxer shorts. Hayden lost his boxers, only to reveal he had a pair of briefs underneath, much to our amusement.

  ‘Count them, bitches,’ Hayden crowed, and true enough those briefs were his seventh item out of seven.

  Hanna lost her skirt, which was great, but then while I was peering between her legs trying to ascertain whether she had, indeed, foregone panties that evening, I lost my final item, my boxers.

  ‘I think someone’s a little too happy he just lost,’ Jake said as I fought to hide my erection now that I had to sit there naked as two other guys attempted to win my wife for the night.

  I blushed deeply, and held my clothes over my lap, insisting: ‘She’s sitting there in her underwear.’ As though Hanna’s semi-exposed body was enough to explain my hard-on.

  ‘She’s your wife!’ Jake chuckled. ‘You guys have been married, what, three or four years...’

  ‘Seven,’ Hanna corrected him.

  ‘Seven? Geez... you’re not supposed to be that hot for your wife by now, dude,’ Jake joked.

  ‘Just because you can’t get it up, man,’ Hayden said, coming to my aid just as I felt humiliation set in. He moved his hands away from his lap to show us the sizable bulge in his briefs—it was almost as though he was making a pitch for Hanna to choose him if she won.

  ‘Hey, I don’t need to get a boner while I play cards,’ Jake insisted. ‘And hey, I didn’t get any complaints last night, my friends.’

  Now Hanna was blushing, as we all looked at her and it seemed suddenly so out there that she had slept with Jake last night, instead of her husband.

  Hanna attempted to distract all the attention by ordering me to give up the pile of clothes I was using as a shield for my lap. ‘You know the rules,’ she declared. Jake reached over to grab the clothes from my clutches. My consolation prize was that Hanna craned her neck to look over the table at my hard cock, and she seemed quietly content at how turned on I clearly was.

  Next up, Jake lost his jeans after getting too cocky and going all in on a pair of Kings and a pair of eights, which Hayden beat out with three sixes. Hanna seemed to particularly enjoy watching Jake peel off his jeans, and the way she teased him that he only had one item left... well, she hadn’t teased me quite like that. It was as though she was dangling herself in front of him, hinting that she was his for the taking again that night, unless he messed it up.

  She leaned over, staring at him as he sat down in just his boxers, and said to him dryly, ‘What, you’re not even a little bit stiff down there?’

  ‘You just wait, Missy,’ he replied. ‘I’m just saving it for later.’

  ‘A girl could feel kind of unwanted,’ she pouted.

  Jake had chuckled, ‘Why waste it until I can give it to you? And anyway, you know there’s not gonna be a problem once I win this damn game.’

  ‘Mmm...’ she’d given him a seductive, sideways glance at that, and licked her lips as though she couldn’t wait.

  My jealousy flared. But I liked it.

  Can you like being jealous? It was kind of a perverse thought. Jealousy is defined as insecurity, fear, concern, envy over someone or something you might lose to a rival—how could I enjoy insecurity, fear, concern or envy?

  The thing was, my jealousy was all bundled in with my desire for Hanna to be naughty, for someone else to defile her, for her to enjoy it all and then come running back to me to prove her love for me still reigned supreme. Only, at the same time, the possibility that she might harbor love for Jake as well—and that her love for me might not therefore reign supreme—did threaten to
tip the balance of my emotions toward fear of losing her.

  The dark, depraved side of me started wondering what it might be like after all, if Jake won and she did develop stronger feelings for him. Would it mean she’d stop loving me? Stop wanting me? Maybe it wouldn’t. I had to believe it wouldn’t. She’d married me. I’d never done anything wrong, I’d never done anything to make her actively dislike me.

  But, I was still hoping for a Hayden win, now that I was out of the running.

  However, Hanna was winning at that point, sitting there in her bra, her skirt and her pantyhose. Possibly with some panties underneath, though not if she’d started with the regulation seven items. Hayden and Jake had only underwear and would crash out with a single loss. I think most of all, I didn’t want Hanna to win, as I feared that she would choose Jake.

  Relief, then, when she lost the next round, and chose to lose her bra, rather than her skirt. That kind of confirmed to me that she wasn’t wearing panties. Kind of hot, partly because it said to me she felt sexier in sheer pantyhose than in the plain underwear she’d brought for the trip.

  I’d been quietly trying to keep calm and not think of the possibility of Hanna fucking one of my friends, in order to help my erection subside, and yet now here was Hanna unveiling her small but perky breasts to all, and the sight of how stiff her nipples were just took me right back to full hardness. She glanced over at me, and the faint blush in her cheeks only made it worse. She was so unbelievably hot just then, I could hardly cope. Anyway, what did an erection matter now? Everyone had seen it by now. And I didn’t have to be embarrassed about my size or anything like that.

  We were still treading on a knife-edge: Hayden had only one item to lose, and if he was out Hanna would be free to spend the night with Jake either way.