The Hotwife Games Ch. 04

THE HOTWIFE GAMES - CHAPTER 4

My deepest thanks to those on this erotic journey with me. If you are new to the series and want the full experience, you could start with Chapter 1 — each installment is short, brisk, and crammed with sex, and I think you'll dig 'em. You could also easily jump right into this chapter.

The main thing you need to know: 'The Hotwife Games' is an adult game-show where hot women and their husbands participate in kinky challenges. And Rakesh's wife Diana intends to be the sluttiest of them all...

This is a work of fantasy, designed for the dirty-minded...

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CHAPTER 4 - SHOCKS & BONUSES

Golden elevator doors slid open.

The private lift in L.A.'s storied SoHo House was a capacious, velveteen space. Thick, burgundy-curtained walls gave the impression one was entering into some exclusive gentlemen's club in a bygone era. The amber, candle-like glow might make one feel like they were being led into some Qing noblewoman's private opium den.

The reality, of course, was about as exclusive as these intimations...

Gael and his bearded pal Benny stepped into the low-lit cavern of the elevator. Ben hit the button for the rooftop.

He could sense something amiss with his friend...

"No word yet?" he asked, as they ascended.

Gael snuck another look at his phone, his hundredth glance of the evening. He shook his head. The usually charismatic star was uncannily occupied.

"Dunno what the hell's going on," he said, mostly to himself. "On these fuckin' Games."

"You can't get the feed on a phone?" Benny asked.

"Doesn't have the right encryption... My point-guy in production's supposed to text some kinda update. Who's winning, who's losing, what challenges are happening. Something!"

Gael exhaled, tapping his thigh impatiently. Benny shook his head. His oldest friend was holding something back from him, and Benny didn't know why.

"And..." he said, gently toeing the subject. "You still don't wanna give me the low-down?"

Gael shot a glance in his direction.

"I just do not get it. Why you, Gael Sankur, fastest-rising movie star on the planet," Benny said. "Are so concerned about these damn Hotwife Games."

Seconds later they stepped onto the rooftop level. A warm breeze wafted under the stars. Rich green vines wound around columns and crawled up the walls.

An eager hostess led the pair to their table, stealing blushing looks at Gael. They passed tables full of mega-celebrities, A-list executives, visiting senators.

Faces turned and clocked Gael. Some whispered excitedly.

"If she loses this round," Gael muttered. "I won't even be on the show..."

It took Benny a second to do a double-take.

"Wait. You're gonna be on the —" Benny started. "And hold on, who is 'she'?"

The hostess led the two to a corner table of the private club. A twinkling panorama of city lights spread out beyond, thirty stories below.

It was Gael's first day in L.A. after two months. Even in his occupied state, he had to stop and breathe in the breathtaking view.

Lawrence Answer stood from his seat.

A thick-built New Yorker, Answer greeted everyone with both arms stretched in a wide, crucifixional gesture. He projected a bluff warmth and ease... but cross him once and he'd slice your throat open. The paradoxical combo had made him Hollywood's most profitable producer for the last decade running.

"How ya' doing, Larry?" Gael said, embracing him.

"Peachy, my friend. Peachy! How are ya', Ben?" The men took their seats. Answer ordered them a round of Yamazakis, neat.

"Now," Larry said, smacking the table. "I know you just hopped off a thirteen-hour jet from Who-The-Fuck-Knows, Italy. But listen, Gael — Everyone, and their dog, and their uncle's dog, and the hydrant their uncle's dog is dropping a fat piss on, wants to work with you. You know what that means? Right now, my friend, you are hot."

Gael nodded.

"And heat cannot be fucked with," Answer continued. "Not when you have a three-picture deal with Larry Answer. Heat must be stoked, and fueled, and quenched. Because it can go away..." Answer snapped his fingers. "Like that."

Gael took a breath.

Larry had no idea what Gael was planning. That he was very possibly going to make an appearance on a red-hot, underground streaming show called The Hotwife Games... That is, if his ex and her husband weren't eliminated that evening.

Larry would lose his mind if he knew. A move like that would throw all that "heat" — hell, maybe Gael's whole career — into the trash heap.

So Gael kept mum.

"Now, I got big some offers for ya'. Big movies. Huge. Ready to talk business?"

Lawrence smacked his meaty hands together. Gael exhaled. He might as well hear him out.

Then his phone buzzed.

It was a text from Gael's point-person at The Hotwife Games. It read simply, 'Update.'

"Well?" Larry asked. "Are ya'?"

Gael's phone buzzed with a second text.

'Her husband can't get hard...'

—

Rakesh felt delirious.

Here he was, in the swirling lights of a Hollywood studio set... Sitting completely in the nude... Smack in the middle of the hungriest, horniest audience he'd ever witnessed...

And his erection was on lockdown.

His wife, Diana, walked down the stairs in barely visible red mesh lingerie. Her full breasts were on display for the audience, hard nipples poking through the thin mesh. The thin landing-strip over her sex peeked alluringly through the flimsy one-piece.

Diana's eyes were locked on Rakesh's.

It was time for the showdown of the husbands. Time for a challenge that Rakesh wished he could postpone more than anything in the world...

"The Cum-Off".

The rules were simple: Each wife had two minutes with their husbands. If they could make them cum, they'd get three points.

And since they had the lowest score, Diana was up first...

Only, Rakesh was completely soft.

He knew one couple was going home after this challenge. A sinking feeling filled his belly because it was surely going to be them...

"Here we go, folks," said Chris, leaning back on a comfortable lounger to the side. Jessica wiggled in his lap, shapely legs crossed under her vinyl robe. "With the first Cum-Off!"

Diana stepped into the center of the sunken circle, between the three naked husbands.

"Let's see if slutty Diana can get her hubby to cum," Jessica announced on her microphone. "Although... it doesn't look like Rakesh is very excited, does it?"

Rakesh's heart was beating at a clip. His penis drooped flaccidly between his thighs.

"No it does not," Chris replied, cupping a hand over his wife's breast and squeezing. "It looks like this round may be pretty hard for him to win... ironically enough."

In the audience, some unkind person snickered.

Rakesh flushed red. He wanted to protest. To tell those bastards he had just shot two whopping loads, one after the other! Shit, how would they have done, watching their wives get splashed by three strangers?

But Rakesh's throat was dry. His wife stood in front of him, a foot away.

He stared. At Diana's heels. Her toned legs in their slutty red stockings. Her gorgeous, hard nipples poking out from their mesh prison.

And those deep brown eyes. Staring at him.

Rakesh knew what Diana was thinking.

I have to make my husband hard.

Somehow. Some way.

Or they were out of there...

Diana stepped forward, between her husband's legs. He felt the soft netting of the stockings. Her legs, warm on his chilly flesh.

He looked up. Kept his gaze locked with Diana's. They both breathed.

Rakesh nodded gently at his wife. Encouraging, as best as he could.

"And your time starts... now!"

The spotlights closed around the sunken circle.

The three naked men, and Rakesh's nearly nude wife between his legs, were all that were visible in the packed studio.

Diana knelt between her husband's knees. She ran her mesh-gloved hands over his thighs.

She reached forward. With one hand, she began to toy gently with his softened cock.

She whispered, just loud enough for Rakesh. "Baby... Did you cum hard?"

People shifted in the surrounding audience. Straining to hear her whispered words.

"Did you cum hard watching me?" Diana asked. She rolled her husband's flaccid member in her fingers.

"Yes," Rakesh whispered back, letting himself enjoy her soft grip.

"Good," Diana purred softly. "Because... I love being a slut for you."

She stroked his cock gently, coaxing it to hardness.

But her efforts were for moot...

Diana stroked some more. She blew gently on the tender head.

Rakesh groaned at the silky sensation of his wife's breath.

He remained soft.

Diana saw the clock ticking in the corner of her vision. Her mind was racing.

She decided to take a different strategy...

The sexy woman nuzzled closer between her husband's hairy legs.

"Baby," she purred. "You know what I'm gonna do... very soon?" She stroked his softness with one gloved hand.

All Rakesh wanted was to get hard. He shut his eyes. Tried to will his penis to respond.

Diana moved forward until her face was inches over her husband's dick.

"Ra..." she said again.

He opened his eyes.

The two other men blurred in his peripheral vision, behind Diana.

The naked husbands were gazing openly at her kneeling body...

Kevin was leaning in his seat to watch her teasing face, which was poised over Rakesh's dick. Karl ogled her thong-exposed ass.

Both men were slowly stroking their cocks.

"I'm gonna do this..." she said, and bobbed down onto her husband's penis.

She started to suck Rakesh's flaccid dick. He groaned.

In his seat behind Diana, Karl stroked his fat meat.

"Shit yeah," the crass man growled. "Suck his soft fucking cock! Ha-ha!"

Karl laughed cruelly, ogling Diana. Rakesh hated him.

Karl just loved the sight of Diana's ass... gym-toned, firm, and meaty, just like he liked. He hoped he would have the chance very soon to pull the little red floss from between those cheeks and drive his cock into Rakesh's slutty wife...

Diana bobbed down once more on her husband's cock, then pulled her mouth off of him with a wet pop.

Loud enough for everyone to hear, she said, "I'm going to do this to them."

Diana craned her neck back to the other husbands. She wiggled her ass.

"You want that, boys?" Rakesh's wife said, with a naughty grin. "My mouth? All over your hard dicks?"

The three men groaned...

And Rakesh's cock began to rise.

Diana squealed delightedly, feeling her husband's meat expanding in her hand.

"One minute remaining!" Chris announced from the darkness.

Diana kneeled forward and took Rakesh into her mouth again.

This time she shifted forward on her knees so she was on all fours. Exposing her ass to the other men.

Rakesh groaned, his dick hardening to a half-mast in his wife's mouth.

She retreated until just his head was in her mouth. She looked up at her husband.

Fuck, Rakesh thought. She's so fucking hot... Big, pretty eyes looking at him. His rising dick between her full lips.

Diana ran her wet tongue in circles around his cock-head, knowing how her husband liked that.

She grasped his stiffening cock in her hand and slurped her mouth off. Stroking gently, she gazed at his eyes.

Now she spoke at full volume... wanting everyone to hear.

"In the next round..." she said softly, "I'm going to suck their cocks, baby."

Shit, Rakesh thought again. Diana's soft, mesh-robed hand felt incredible on him. Her practiced stroke working masterfully over his erection...

"I'm going to lick Kevin's balls..." Diana said, even louder. "I'm gonna swallow Karl's fat, hairy cock..."

Rakesh groaned gutturally at hearing his wife name the other men specifically. His dick stiffened to full hardness in her accelerating hand.

The two men behind her, too, couldn't help but stroke their shafts quicker at the hot woman's pronouncement.

For good measure, Diana shook her rump back-and-forth while dirty-talking her husband. Drawing the men's eyes to her nearly bare pussy and ass.

"I'm going to let them fuck my mouth," Diana said. The hot-wife's tone was dripping, sultry.

Diana herself was getting aroused by her teasing. The thought of sucking on other married men's cocks, for the world to see... Her pussy lips were soaked inside the little mesh thong... she reached down to play with herself...

She clutched Rakesh's stiff cock like a hard-won prize, and jerked him off rapidly while she frigged herself.

"I'm gonna suck Karl's fat fucking cock like I'm his slut. I'm gonna let Kevin cum alllllll over my —"

"And — time!" Jessica announced. The lights slammed back to a full wash.

Holy shit, Rakesh thought, falling back in his seat. Breathing heavy.

Diana released his fully stiff cock and lifted off the ground with a satisfied smirk.

Well, well, she thought to herself, with not a little smugness. She had sure played that round well.

Not only had she got her husband ready and going, but she'd planted some erotic seeds for the other men to contemplate. Now, if she got the chance to suck them off in a future round, they were already thinking about her mouth, awaiting it...

All the better to make their hard cocks cum quick, and nab some crucial extra points.

"Alright!" Chris said animatedly. "Rakesh hasn't cum yet, so no points gained — but, a very impressive performance from our slut-wife Diana."

Diana strutted out of the circle. She enjoyed the feeling of the other husbands checking out her ass as her heels clicked past.

As she passed Karl, Diana gave her ass a little slap, just for him. He whistled, stroking himself.

"Impressive indeed," Jessica said. "From an iffy to a stiffy in two minutes flat!"

"And you call me cheesy," Chris laughed. Jessica playfully smacked her husband.

As she rejoined the other wives near the stage, Diana felt a surge of pride. She had really handled that — pun very much intended — like a pro.

Then Jessica frowned.

"The issue, of course," Jessica opined. "Is that now Rakesh is all primed to go. But if the Bonus Round involves the wives swapping partners..."

"Ooh, that's right," Chris said. "Any of the other wives could take advantage of Diana's handiwork and finish the job."

Diana's contented look faltered.

"Our little horn-dog looks all ready to cum, thanks to Diana! And remember, in a bonus situation each wife will get three points for making another husband shoot his load."

"And that husband?" finished Jessica rhetorically. "He is outta the challenge!"

The audience "ooh"ed, baying for drama.

Diana looked at Rakesh. He looked back at her. His hard erection stood up angrily from his lap. Worry creased both their foreheads.

Had Diana helped him... Or made their position a lot more vulnerable?

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In a very literal sense, the two could not afford to be eliminated...

That sweaty night three months ago... Before the Hotwife Games was even a dot on their collective horizon...

That night had marked a major change for them. After all, Diana had watched her ex on their television screen while Rakesh fucked her, then she'd given her husband her ass the next morning.

The double whammy had kicked off a sexual tornado.

Over the weeks that followed, both teased and played with each other endlessly.

Rakesh would be at work, sweating under a mountain of corporate paperwork, when he'd get a text from Diana. 'Just dreaming about sucking big, hard cocks...' it would say.

Or they'd be driving on the expressway one weekend to Rakesh's cousin's house, when Diana would gently ease her breasts out of her top. "Think someone will notice?" she'd pout. "I hope they do..."

One night, while feverishly fucking in their bed, Diana pulled Rakesh's cock out of her. She grasped it and led him to their balcony. In full view of the moonlit street, Diana proceeded to give him an expert blowjob until he sprayed her face.

It was late enough that no one was around to see, but the thought of her cock-sucking being watched thrilled them both...

It was all driving Rakesh wild. His unceasing arousal, in turn, was riling up Diana.

One morning, about a month before the Games, Rakesh found himself arriving late to work. Diana had made them both late, with a very satiating bout of anal in the shower...

In the elevator on the way up, Rakesh couldn't help but grin at the recent memory. His hard cock pistoning in and out of Diana's wet rear... Damn, his wife was hot.

His dick started to quiver in his slacks.

And as though on cue, a text from her popped up on his phone.

Rakesh pulled it up, and his eyes widened.

It was a picture she had taken in the mirror of her gym locker room.

She had on a tight, purple sports-bra that served a generous helping of cleavage. Tight, black lycra shorts hugged her shapely hips, and ended at the curve of her thighs. The straps of her black thong were pulled up so they were visible below her taut belly.

With her hair pulled high in a ponytail, Rakesh's wife looked she'd stepped out of a particularly kinky Sports Illustrated shoot.

A text followed the image.

"About to work out before work. Think I'll get some attention?"

Holy shit. Rakesh's mouth went dry. Diana was going to work out in front of a bunch of muscle-heads in an incredibly slutty outfit...

As the elevator doors slid open on the eighth floor, Rakesh had to quickly put away his phone.

He looked at his watch. He was seventeen minutes late...

And something was terribly wrong.

Two of his co-workers were shuffling towards his elevator, cardboard crates in their hands.

Rakesh made eye contact with one, and then the other. Their gazes were hollow.

Personal items filled their crates. Family photographs, planners, a university pennant.

And as Rakesh met their gazes, he knew from one look that his own fate was going to be the same...

Thirty minutes later, Rakesh drove home in a daze. He couldn't believe it.

Four years at a reputable financial institution, doing what he considered perfectly good work — and now the whole company was going under...

How was Rakesh going to tell Diana he'd been let go?

He was nursing a bottle of Boddingtons when she got home that evening. Any other night, after seeing a red-hot photo like the one Diana had sent, they would have jumped straight into bed together.

This time, Rakesh opened the conversation with a somber, "I have to tell you something."

Diana surprised him with her own grave tone.

"I do, too."

—

After Diana, It was Daisey's turn in the Cum-Off.

The pretty teaching assistant moved quickly over the stage stairs. She stepped nimbly down, shedding her trench-coat just as fast.

She entered the husbands' circle in only her underwear. She crossed her arms. She blushed.

Daisey's pale skin reflected the bright studio lights. Her nipples stood out on her small chest — round, excited nubs in her black bra.

She moved in front of her husband, Kevin.

Rakesh was still hard from Diana's sucking and teasing. His aroused eyes moved over Daisey's panty-clad ass.

It was certainly the shy Feminism T.A.'s most attractive feature. Shapely and round, the sides and yoga-toned bottom stuck out below her black panties.

"And your two minute Cum-Off starts..." announced Chris from the darkened room, "Now!"

The young hot-wife wasted no time.

In seconds, she was on her knees between Kevin's legs. Her small hand wrapped around her husband's thin, hard shaft. She started to clumsily jerk on his dick.