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The Hotwife Games Ch. 02

Thank you for all your feedback on Chapter 1! Thanks for the many wonderful comments for your constructive thoughts, and for the few, strangely vitriolic, culturally ignorant ones, for the laughs.

Once again, what follows is a story that involves all the stuff you think a story with this title would involve. If those things - hotwives, game shows, endless hot, sweaty, kinky sex involving infidelity, group sex, cuckolding, and lots of fucking, or the word "the" - are not your cup of tea... that's okay! Just don't read it.

If you're into that stuff, strap in.

All characters are fictional. This is a work of fantasy, designed for the dirty-minded to furiously jill off to, or whack their willies.

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CHAPTER 2: FIRST CHALLENGES (PAST, PRESENT, FICTION)

"Tonight," Rakesh's wife, Diana, had just whispered in his ear, "I'm going to be your bad little hotwife. I'm going to be a whore, baby, just for you... And for every other man who wants me."

Rakesh's dick pulsed hard in his pants, aching for release from the confines of his jeans. It didn't help that Diana's hand was now wrapping around her husband's crotch, sending both pain and pleasure shooting across his trapped, engorged cock. That's when she stuck her tongue in his mouth.

It was the hottest kiss he'd felt in his life. And adding to his arousal, his gorgeous wife was doing it dressed in a revealing, tight black dress and heels, under bright studio lights, in front of an audience of hundreds, not to mention the countless viewers watching the show streaming at home.

"Let the games begin!" announced the beautiful co-host of The Hotwife Games, Jessica Cavendish.

A sentence that meant just one thing... both Rakesh and Diana were minutes away from having their deepest, and kinkiest, fantasies fulfilled, on the sluttiest game-show ever created.

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To think it had started with a banana...

Three months ago, Rakesh would have never even imagined his wife actually doing something like this. Something like kissing the show's co-host Chris Cavendish, right there in front of him. Or speaking the slutty way she had just done, inches from his ear. Or dressing the way she was dressed in front of all those strangers.

But then that fateful night three months ago came around... along with that damn banana.

Rakesh had gotten home from work, and quickly changed into his comfortable, oversized t-shirt and shorts for the evening. Lately, things had been especially tough at the investment bank where he worked. Rakesh didn't know if there was something strange afoot at the higher levels, or if his boss was taking advantage of him, but it seemed like every day required him to work longer hours than the previous one.

An especially lengthy day crunching numbers had left his shoulders aching, and he couldn't wait until his wife Diana got home from her own job at a posh financial consultancy, to help each other relieve the stress of their long days.

He grabbed a cold Boddingtons and flopped down on the couch. Maybe, he thought, taking a sip, the two of them would have sex that night.

They hadn't had much time to be intimate with each other lately. Both had recently gotten promotions and were working later hours than usual. By the time they returned home from their long workdays or Diana came back from her evening workouts at the gym, they often had just enough energy to eat dinner and catch up on a TV show or a movie together on the couch, before getting to bed and falling asleep.

Earlier that year, they'd had a serious discussion about their future. They'd agreed that they needed to save up if they wanted to buy their dream house - a beautiful three-bedroom hillside manor - where they would start a family. Any extra work for that dream, they realized, would be worth it. In about two years, they estimated, they'd be able to make it happen. Unfortunately, this meant the kind of schedule that left little time to be intimate with each other.

It wasn't that they weren't mutually attracted any more. On the contrary; Rakesh kept in decent shape with his thrice-weekly games of tennis, and Diana had always been attracted to his charming, if slightly nerdy, cute looks and slim build.

Diana herself was a beautiful woman, with a gorgeous face and voluptuous curves packed into her short frame. She worked out with a personal trainer several times a week, and drew stares from both men and women with her striking looks. She was very much the woman of Rakesh's dreams that she'd been when they met six years ago.

Diana's heart-shaped face gave her a quality of an almost bashful innocence. In fact, after a brief conversation, most strangers would probably think of her as a beautiful but "innocent" woman.

But those closest to Diana knew better: her easy, beautiful smile was often accompanied by a naughty twinkle in the eyes, belying her real thoughts. When they made love, Rakesh would sometimes see a glimpse of this other Diana: a feral, kinky sex-fiend who would pleasure him in ways he never knew existed.

Rakesh sipped his beer and thought of how good it felt to fuck his hot wife...

She'd always told Rakesh that she had experimented a little with her previous boyfriends, but had "saved herself" - in the most intimate of senses - for after their marriage. And of course, Rakesh had believed her. But sometimes his wife's mouth and hands and pussy would work his cock over with what felt like such practiced sensuality that he wondered just how far that "experimenting" with her exes had gone...

Little did he know, he was soon to find out.

Rakesh turned on the TV set, flipping to their favorite streaming service. A movie, he thought, might be nice, as he scrolled through the selection. It was the usual cadre of suspects: some comic book films, a cookie-cutter horror flick, a few romantic comedies... Not much, though, to set the intended mood for the night.

Then Rakesh saw a new release, prominently featured on the splash page. A steamy looking poster accompanied a film called The End of the Well.

He didn't have a lot of time to pay attention to pop culture these days, but Rakesh now remembered that he'd heard coworkers talking about this movie. It was a mystery-thriller that had just left cinemas, notorious for a few very sexy scenes and a killer twist. It had been a big hit. Rakesh remembered his colleague Lina saying that it was pulpy, but very well-made and also - lowering her voice - a very "hot" movie. That lead actor, she'd said, with a little whistle and fan of the hand... a real hottie.

Rakesh reckoned a sexy thriller like that could set the perfect atmosphere for an intimate night with Diana.

Rakesh hit the button to start the preview.

And when it started, his heart stopped.

He recognized the lead actor. Gael Sankur...

Diana's ex-boyfriend.

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Under those burning stage lights, that night three months ago was only a blip in Rakesh's mind.

He sat down in one of the three comfortable deco chairs to stage-right. The other husbands on that episode of The Hotwife Games, Kevin and Karl, were also settling into their seats. All three sets of eyes were trained eagerly forward, focused on their wives.

The co-host Chris announced into his microphone: "And now we kick off the Hotwife Games with our customary First Challenge... The Strip-Off!"

The audience cheered. Standing near the stage's back wall were the three wives: the teaching assistant Daisy Monet in her daisy-dukes and tank-top, the gorgeous model and actress Patti Greenham in her bridal lingerie, and of course, Rakesh's beautiful wife Diana, in her short black dress.

"Our beautiful wives will strip down to their birthday suits over the course of three songs in as sexy a manner as they wish. There's just one rule..." Chris continued. "They can do anything except actually touch someone else's naked genitals."

"Doesn't my husband explain it in the sexiest way?" Jessica, the show's other host, said sarcastically. A laugh went up from the crowd.

"What?" Chris pouted. "They are called genitals!"

Diana had her hands on her hips, and stared out confidently as she readied for the challenge. But Rakesh knew his wife well. Inside, he was certain, her heart was pounding with anticipation. So was his.

"The winner of The Strip-Off, as judged by my husband Chris and myself," Jessica explained, "Will get three points to kick off their scores! On your mark, ladies..."

"Get set," said Chris.

Rakesh was staring intently at his wife. He saw Diana's eyes flicker over to him.

Rakesh tried to muster up a smile, nodding encouragingly. Diana smiled back, and then gave him a little wink. She was ready.

"And go!" yelled Jessica.

Music blasted over the room. A sexy, pounding tune throbbed. The bass-line seemed to shake the room and the stage lights dimmed and pulsed with color.

The three women began to move.

Patti immediately marched sexily downstage towards the audience, feeling her body with both hands from her waist to her breasts. Her gyrating drew cheers from the audience as she wiggled and swayed in her tight white corset and lace panties. She smirked at the audience as she turned and bent forward, twerking her perfectly toned ass. It was hypnotic, and very sexy.

Even Rakesh, who thought he'd be looking exclusively at his wife, was distracted right away. Patti was stunning, and, clearly, stealing the show. His dick was hardening but his stomach sank: Diana was, relative to Patti, a rank amateur at The Hotwife Games. It might be impossible to beat the beautiful model and actress...

But then Diana took the initiative. She quickly moved towards the other side of the stage where Chris and Jessica stood, and started to sensually dance.

Her curvy body looked incredible in the little black dress, and Chris couldn't help but take a long look from her sexy heels up to her face. Diana wiggled and writhed, and locked eyes with the host.

"Well, well," Jessica said on the microphone, her voice sounding over the music. "It looks like we're off to a hot start!"

"Very hot indeed," Chris said, ogling Diana's undulating body. "Though I hope poor Daisy can get in the race..."

Daisy was still planted against the back wall, seemingly paralyzed with stage fright. She was swaying gently from side-to-side, but there was nothing particularly sexy about her showing. Rakesh breathed a small sigh of relief: at least she would be easy for Diana to beat in the contest. Although it wasn't like there was a second prize...

Patti was now on all fours on stage, her curvaceous gym-toned ass pointed up in the air and gyrating to the pulsing tunes. The audience was going wild, and so was Patti's husband, Karl. He was standing on his seat, yelling out to her in his gruff voice.

His cheering intensified as Patti undid the strings on her corset and let it fall away beneath her.

When she came up to standing, the audience exploded. Patti's gorgeous breasts were fully exposed. They were perfect globes over her taut, flat stomach. As she began to fondle them and writhe around, every dick in the audience strained against its underwear. Even the straight women in the crowd cheered aloud, their panties dampening.

Rakesh had all but given up hope on this round...

Then Diana reached below the hem of her little dress and strutted confidently towards the lip of the stage. Slowly, she peeled it upwards as she danced. First her black thong came into view. Then the creamy skin of her belly. Then her breasts encased in their lacy bra... and finally, she pulled it over her head, and turned around.

The audience's attention shifted, and they cheered anew for Diana as she began to wiggle her thong-clad ass to the music. Patti's eyes darted over at her competition.

Not one to be outdone, Patti smirked, hooking her thumbs into her panties. Aside from her tall white heels, they were all she still had on. She began to grind her hips sexily, teasing the audience with the prospect of showing off her pussy.

Diana ripped off her bra.

Rakesh gulped as his wife's breasts came into full view of the audience and the cameras. They were gorgeous and firm, their shape still more tantalizing as Diana shook her boobs sluttishly from side to side.

The two women were side by side now, both in just heels and panties, and it was anyone's game.

Pink lights started to circle and pulse around the stage as Rakesh's topless wife writhed around to hoots and cheers from the audience. Patti's hands groped over her own body and moved down to her lace panties, turning around and grinding her ass at the crowd.

"Looks like we have some head-to-head combat action!" Jessica said into her microphone, laughing. Rakesh looked over briefly and noticed Jessica's other hand was moving over her husband Chris's pants, slowly rubbing his hardened crotch.

"I know my head would love to get some of that action," Chris said, playing off the cheesy banter with a laugh.

But Rakesh clocked how Chris's eyes never left Diana's dancing body. The co-host ogled all the way from Diana's heels to her exposed ass to her tits. Rakesh felt a sting of both jealousy and pride.

In the background, Daisy hastily stripped off her daisy dukes and tank top to catch up with the other wives. It wasn't an especially sexy maneuver, but it did serve to reveal her small, braless breasts with their hard pink nipples, and her curvy, pale ass in a pink thong. Daisy's husband, Kevin, nervously applauded for her near Rakesh.

Diana decided it was time to settle the Strip-Off.

She cast a look over at Rakesh. He saw a gleam in his wife's eyes that spelled one thing: she was about to be bad.

Diana wriggled to the music as she turned her back towards her audience, presenting her breasts and face to Rakesh fully. She stared her husband in the eyes as she slowly bent forward... all the way down. Presenting her butt to a cheering, horny crowd. A cheer went up as she shook her ass in the audience's direction.

Diana hooked her fingers into her thong and slid it down her legs...

And then stepped out of it.

Rakesh's wife was fully naked other than her black high-heels.

Rakesh's breath stopped as Diana returned to a fully standing position. He'd had no idea before — Diana had shaved her pussy hair to a thin landing strip, a dark line running down teasingly to her clit. Had she done this last night? Right there in the dressing room?

She put her hands on her hips and grinned at her husband.

He'd slightly misread the gleam in her eyes before. Diana wasn't about to be bad. She was about to be very, very bad.

Naked all the way to her ankles, Diana turned and marched off the stage and into the audience.



When Diana came home that night, three months ago, she'd been taken aback by her husband's suggestion.

Did he really want to spend their evening watching her ex-boyfriend Gael starring in his new movie? Sure, it was supposed to be good, but, well... would it be weird for Rakesh?

Rakesh had convinced her quickly enough. After all, they'd seen Gael in some of the TV roles he'd done before. And this was supposed to be a great, fun movie. Besides, it was a long long time ago that she and Gael had dated... right?

Diana had finally agreed. After all, he was merely her old college sweetheart. Once he'd moved to Los Angeles to pursue his career, they'd basically lost touch apart from the occasional college reunion.

The truth was, Rakesh was thinking about exactly that... Diana's last college reunion, a few years ago.

It was the first time he'd meet Gael. It was early in Gael's career, but Rakesh was struck by what he could only describe as a "movie star charisma". Gael had worked the room like he was Frank Sinatra, with a confidence and humor that was, Rakesh had no doubt, shortly going to make him very famous. Not to mention a stunningly handsome face and muscular arms that filled out his short-sleeved shirt. He had the body of a fitness model. Although Rakesh had had his arm around his beautiful wife nearly all night, he couldn't help but feel pangs of inexplicable jealousy.

But then Gael had been very friendly with him, and had congratulated the newly married couple as warmly as anyone else had. It had set Rakesh at ease.

Sort of...

Something about that meeting had always sat weirdly with Rakesh.

Something about Diana's face when they'd greeted Gael. A look of... fond remembrance? Long-lost romance? Mere admiration for his budding success? Or was it outright lust?

He couldn't tell. But a secret part of him wanted to watch his movie with Diana for a very specific reason...

He wanted to watch her face as she watched Gael.

And so Diana and Rakesh found themselves on their couch that night, curled up with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine, watching her ex Gael Sankur star in The End of the Well.

Funnily enough, it wasn't long before they'd both almost forgotten the fact that it was Diana's ex up there on the screen. The movie had quickly sucked them in with its coiling murder mystery plot-line, in which Gael had fully disappeared into his character, a rough-around-the-edges private eye named Nixon Cordova.

The movie's plot relied on many classic, pulpy tropes, but it was certainly a fun - and erotically charged - thriller. Rakesh wanted so badly to hate it... but he had to admit Gael was an incredible actor.

He might have even completely forgotten that Diana had once dated him...

And then along came that damn banana.

It was a scene set in a plantation house outside New Orleans. Gael's character, Nixon, had traveled out to the boondocks to investigate the case he'd been tasked with, and found himself in an exchange with the film's femme fatale, played by "it" actress Vanessa Goodwin...



EXT. PLANTATION FIELDS - DAY

NIXON (Gael Sankur) drives up a dirt road in his convertible Mercedes SLR. He parks it along the periphery of a massive property in which large banana trees shade a two-story plantation home.

Nixon steps out, dressed in white linens damp with sweat from the sweltering afternoon heat.

He looks around, takes off his sunglasses, and walks towards the house, when —

VANITY (V.O.)

May I help you?

He turns to see VANITY (Vanessa Goodwin). She wears a yellow sundress, with sunglasses and a wide-brimmed Southern Belle hat that nearly hide her face.

NIXON

I'm looking for Boris Prefontaine.

VANITY

So are a lot of people.

NIXON

Not all the way out in Dulce Rose, they aren't. But I am.

VANITY

And you are...?

NIXON

You don't need my name, Ms. Prefontaine. I'd like to meet your husband.

VANITY

Well. I'm afraid you can't do that.

Nixon watches as Vanity turns, kneeling to inspect a bunch of bananas that have been recently shorn from a nearby tree. She carefully traces her finger over the fruit, selects an especially large banana, and plucks it from the branch. She stands back up and throws her hat back off of her head.

She lowers her sunglasses and inspects the fruit over the rim.

NIXON

Can I ask why?

VANITY

Boris is dead.

Vanity slowly peels the banana in her hand.

VANITY

I suppose you want to know how?

NIXON

Now that you mention it.

She holds the peeled banana up to her mouth and wraps her lips around the tip, only tasting it with her tongue. She smacks her lips together, satisfied.

VANITY

I killed him. But you knew that, didn't you? That's why you're here... Detective.

Nixon stares.

NIXON

I'd be lying if I said I didn't know.

Vanity only smiles, then gently nibbles at the banana. Nixon's gaze moves down — to the snub-nosed pistol she's pointing at him with her other hand.

VANITY

I'm afraid that little secret has to stay between us.
A pause.

NIXON

I love secrets.

VANITY

And I love a man who knows when to shut up and strip. Shut up... and strip.

NIXON

I don't labor without pay.

VANITY

I'm paying you. Zero cents an hour and one bullet not lodged in your neck. Take off your clothes.

NIXON

Are you joking?

She steps forward and pushes the gun hard into Nixon's chest.

VANITY

Does it look like I'm fucking joking?



Rakesh couldn't help but steal looks at Diana as Gael started to strip on the screen, much as the purported "black widow" Vanity had made her previous victims strip. One by one, he - or rather, his character Nixon - undid the buttons on his linen shirt, revealing more and more of his muscular chest. Off came the shirt, revealing a buff, cut physique with a hairy torso and perfectly chiseled abs, all glistening in sweat.

This was Diana's ex?

Rakesh felt a surge of jealousy as he saw Diana's enraptured look. Her mouth was slightly ajar as Gael's pants fell to the floor on their TV screen, revealing boxer-briefs clinging to his fit body.

Diana's eyes were glued. And as the scene continued, they seemed to Rakesh to be lingering on Gael's crotch on the screen...



NIXON

If you think you're gonna persuade to me to do what got them all killed... I'd rather you pull the trigger.

VANITY

But I haven't had my fun yet.

(stepping closer)

Strip. It all. Off. Or are you afraid?

NIXON

Afraid of what?

VANITY

That you won't compare. To my husband. To... the others. All the others. Heck, maybe you can't even compare to this banana.



And that's when Rakesh heard it.

"Hah!"

Diana had suddenly snorted. It was a slightly scoffing laugh, directed right at the screen.

Rakesh turned to her. Immediately, Diana covered her mouth with her hand.

"What?" Rakesh asked.

"Oops. Nothing, baby."

"Diana... what?" Rakesh asked again.

"Ra, darling," she said, using his affectionate nickname. "It's nothing. Let's watch the movie."

Her hand was on Rakesh's thigh, placatingly. Normally, it would have made him immediately abandon the question. But he had to know...

He muted the screen.

"Why'd you laugh, babe?" he asked again.

"Just... baby, it's nothing. I just thought it was funny that she said the thing, about the banana." Diana looked flustered. She wished Rakesh would just drop it. A little nervously, she reached over and took a hefty swig of her wine-glass.

"What thing?"

"You know..." Diana said, already feeling a little tipsy. She didn't know whether she should just come out with the truth. "The... the thing about how he couldn't compare to that banana. It was, I don't know, babe. It was a little funny."

Rakesh studied his wife. The red wine was coursing through his own blood, and gave him the boldness he needed to ask...

"Gael is... bigger?"

"Rakesh..." Diana said, bashfully looking down. She mumbled something softly.

"What, baby?"

"I said, it doesn't matter!"

"But he is? Because that's a... pretty big banana." Rakesh laughed a little hearing himself say the ridiculous words. His slight chuckle set Diana more at ease.

"Baby," Diana said, waving it away. "Come on." She leaned in and kissed Rakesh on the lips. "We don't need to talk about this. Forget I laughed."

But he couldn't forget...

"Tell me, Di."

She could see how intense Rakesh's eyes were. For some reason, her husband just had to know. He had to know how big her ex-lover was.

Diana took a deep breath.

"Well?"

"Okay, Ra. Yes. His cock was a lot bigger than that damn banana."

"So... Bigger than mine..."

"Rakesh..." Diana cast her eyes downward. She didn't know why he needed to know so bad. "Baby, come on, you know..."

Rakesh leaned close to his wife's face. "I just... want to hear it, baby," he breathed, a hand on her thigh.

They could smell the wine on each other's breaths, as well as the thick heat that had built between their bodies.

A long pause spread between them. Diana could feel how intensely Rakesh needed to hear it.

With the wine bolstering her courage, she said the words.

"Yes, Gael's cock was a lot bigger than yours."



Three months later, on the set of The Hotwife Games, Rakesh's cock was as hard as it had been when he'd first heard those words. Perhaps harder, as he witnessed Diana being sluttier than he'd ever imagined...

The stage-lights had switched over to a set of roving search-lights. Bright beams scoured over the audience and the stage. This meant Rakesh only had strobing glimpses of Diana, which made each glance that much more exciting.

Patti had literally ripped off her panties - tearing the lace off with both hands - and was gyrating her shaved pussy obscenely towards the raucous crowd. Her crude husband, Karl, was brazenly rubbing his own crotch near Rakesh.

"Show 'em that pussy, my hot little slut!" he yelled out, turned on by the sight of his gorgeous, naked wife parading herself.

Daisy, too, had followed suit, and whisked off her thong. As she danced with renewed courage, the lights flashed occasionally on her trimmed brunette pubic hairs and curvy ass. The loud music seemed to have somewhat encouraged the young teaching assistant's wilder side, and her dancing grew sexier.

Rakesh's eyes, however, scanned the audience, looking for his wife.

Then the searchlights found her —

Diana was out there in a row full of strangers with nothing on but her heels, grinding her ass on a random audience member's crotch. Two other young men in fraternity sweatshirts flanked him, cheering, as Diana stood up and shook her ass in the seated frat-boy's face.

Then the lights shifted, and Rakesh couldn't see his wife any more.

Patti had decided to up the ante by making her way to Chris and Jessica, the show's hosts. She turned around, pushing her ass into Chris's crotch while wrapping her arm around his neck. The gesture pushed her stunning body out, showing off her large breasts, bare pussy and perfect curves. Patti began to dance on him.

The searchlights roved and flashed back on Diana. Rakesh's wife had bent over, her beautiful tits hanging like globes. She shook her ass on the frat boy's face. She suddenly looked towards the stage, and her eyes found Rakesh.

Rakesh's heart was beating faster than he'd ever felt it. His palms felt sweaty. His dick was so hard it hurt.

He watched as Diana slowly described a circle with her ass, right on the young man's face. Rakesh couldn't see from that angle, but he wondered if her pussy was touching his mouth and nose. He had no time to ponder it, though, as the searchlights shifted, drowning her in darkness.

Patti bent forward and rubbed her ass on Chris's crotch, slowing to a delicious bump n' grind along with the throbbing music.

His wife, Jessica, commented on her microphone. "Looks like somebody here is going for the winning shot as our last song begins..."

Rakesh didn't know if she meant Patti or Diana. But he was desperate to spot Diana again. He craned his neck.

When the searchlights swept past the three college boys, they were alone. No sign of his wife. Rakesh looked this way and that.

Daisy sauntered past his view, moving for her husband Kevin. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to grind on him.

Rakesh still saw no sign of Diana in the crowd. The searchlights swept over face after face of cheering, excited audience members.

And then the searchlights landed back on his wife...

Rakesh was astounded.



VANITY

You've been tailing me for weeks. Surely you've figured out how I operate.

NIXON

You get your victims naked. Two days later the cops find 'em with their throats slit and a bullet hole where no man needs one.

VANITY

Tsk, Detective. And I'd given you so much credit... You're missing the most important step.

NIXON

Go ahead. Shoot me.

Vanity moves a step closer, the gun steadily aimed. With her other hand, she takes a slow, sensual bite of the banana.

VANITY

Don't you want to know the step you're missing?

NIXON

I'm in excruciating suspense.

She gets even closer. They're only inches apart.

VANITY

(whispers)

First I fuck their brains out.



Rakesh stared at his wife. Months before he'd ever see her shake her naked ass in a stranger's face, or parade around in nothing but heels for a cheering crowd, he couldn't believe she'd just said those words.

But she had definitely just said the words to him.

"Gael's cock was a lot bigger than yours."

A lot bigger.

They were both a little dizzy from the wine. The TV was muted but Rakesh instinctively looked towards it. Vanessa Goodwin's character was inches apart from Gael, her gun pointed at his chest.

Then, on the screen, Gael's underwear dropped to the ground.

The shot was from behind him, and his firm ass came into view.

Diana turned and stared too.

Instinctively, Rakesh reached over and put his hand between Diana's legs. She was dressed for bed — a casual T-shirt and white cotton panties. Her underwear was soaking wet.

Diana exhaled, quivering with excitement.

Rakesh started to play with his wife's pussy through the cloth.

Diana moaned, spreading her legs apart, still looking at the screen.



NIXON

What makes you think I'd let that happen?

Vanity looks at his crotch, now mere inches from her body. We don't see it, but her look tells us that he's hard...

VANITY

That does.

It happens in a flash: Nixon reaches over lightning-fast, smacks the banana from her hand, grabs the pistol from Vanity, and turns it on her.

NIXON

Step away from me.

VANITY

(beat)

Sure that's what you want?

Nixon hesitates. Vanity reaches behind her back and undoes a knot on her dress.

It falls to the ground. Now she's completely naked, too.



Rakesh pushed Diana's panties to the side, and started to play with her engorged clit. Her juices were dripping onto their couch, and her moans escalated. Diana reached over and yanked down Rakesh's shorts.

His cock bobbed free, pointing straight up and heavy as a brick.

Diana's pretty eyes were glued to the TV, where her ex-boyfriend Gael started to kiss his naked co-star.

Her fingers wrapped around Rakesh's throbbing dick.

Then Diana turned and looked deep into her husband's eyes.

"Fuck me hard."



When the search-lights found Diana again, three months later in the audience of The Hotwife Games, Rakesh's heart leapt into his mouth.

Diana was sandwiched between two men. All three were standing, as Diana ground her ass into the crotch of the one behind her. The other man had his hands massaging her naked boobs as she stared up into his face, dancing sluttily for them both.

The man fondling her breasts moved closer, pressing her naked body between them. Then Diana put her tongue in his mouth.

The lights left her in darkness again.

Rakesh's brow furrowed, his heart thumping. He'd never seen Diana act like this before: this wanton, this insatiable, this much of a... slut. Pleasing two men with her body and mouth like a no-holds-barred stripper.

As the lights circled round and the last song played, Rakesh saw that Daisy had retreated to familiar territory.

She was sitting in her husband's lap a few feet from Rakesh, shaking her tits in Kevin's happy face. Dancing in your husband's lap was hardly daring territory at The Hotwife Games. Daisy was, like Rakesh had reckoned, going to be easy competition.

Patti, meanwhile, had decided she wasn't going without a fight. She crouched down on her heels, her firm ass a delightful sight as she reached for Chris's belt buckle and undid his belt. She whisked it off in a smooth motion.

Looking up at the co-host of the show, she whipped down his pants in one stroke... as well as his underwear.

A gasp went up from the crowd - and Chris's wife Jessica - as Chris's hard penis sprang into view. His excited cockhead gleamed with precum.

Chris looked flustered, but incredibly turned on by the naked minx kneeling before him.

"Well, well," Jessica announced. "It looks like Patti is really toeing the line with my darlin' hubby. Remember, sweetie — no touching someone's naked junk or you're disqualified from the round!"

Patti looked over at Jessica with a naughty grin, then looked up at Chris. Still on her haunches, her hourglass body was a stunning sight as she leaned forward under his cock, her tongue outstretched...

The lights shifted again.

The searchlights landed on Daisy now. She was passionately making out with her husband as she rode his lap. Kevin clutched her hot ass with both hands as she ground into his cock.

Rakesh's clammy palms clenched into fists with his nervousness. He had no idea what Diana was up to, and wanted badly to find out.

As Patti came into view again, the audience collectively whistled and clapped.

Without actually touching Chris's penis, Patti was going through all the motions of giving him a blowjob. Her tongue curled and licked at the air around his cock without making contact.

Then the busty model opened her mouth wide, her eyes locked on Chris's. She moved slowly forward until her lips surrounded his cockhead. It was as close to a blowjob as Patti could give without actually touching him.

Chris could feel the hot air of her breath around his dick. He closed his eyes, shuddering with pleasure. This was, he thought to himself, the most exciting Strip-Off in the history of the show.

Suddenly the search-lights whipped back towards the audience. Rakesh's heart jumped.

Diana was about to make it even more exciting.



VANITY

Fuck me, Detective... Fuck me harder...

NIXON

Tell me now... Do I... compare to that banana?...

VANITY

That goddamn banana... doesn't compare to you...



On their TV screen, Diana's ex-boyfriend Gael was vigorously fucking his co-star Vanessa Goodwin. Or at the very least, doing an incredibly convincing job of it.

This scene, with two stunning movie stars having sex, was obviously a big part of the film's blockbuster success.

It was also a big part of what was happening on Rakesh and Diana's couch, that night, three months ago.

Diana had her back to Rakesh as she bounced on his lap, her panties long forgotten on the carpet. He grasped her large tits through her soft t-shirt, and fucked her for all he was worth.

Diana's pussy was soaked around his cock. His balls felt like they were going to burst as his hot wife bounced on him, moaning so loud he was sure the neighbors could hear.

Diana was staring at the screen.

Rakesh slapped his wife's naked ass and pounded into her from behind. He leaned forward until his lips touched her right ear...

"Are you thinking of Gael's big cock?" Rakesh said breathily.

His words sent Diana into a sexual spasm.

Her pussy was bouncing up and down hard and fast on her husband's dick as she ogled her ex on the screen.

Gael's muscular naked body pumped and ground into his co-star on the grass of that banana field.

Diana's pussy, meanwhile, pumped Rakesh's dick with every hot stroke.

She turned and kissed her husband on the mouth. Explored his tongue with her tongue.

Then Diana stared Rakesh in the eyes.

"His cock is so fucking big," she moaned. "I can't stop... thinking about that big... fucking... cock..."

Rakesh grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. His breaths sped up, intensified... he could feel himself getting close.



When the lights found Diana in the audience at The Hotwife Games, Rakesh forgot how to breathe.

His naked wife was sitting back on a stranger's lap, her legs spread obscenely. She was playing with her pussy with an animal ferocity.

But it was where she was looking that most stunned her husband.

Standing over her were two men. A sandy-haired man of about thirty, and an older man with a salt-and-pepper do, who could have been in his sixties.

Both had dropped their pants to their ankles and were stroking their naked, hard dicks.

Rakesh couldn't believe it. He studied Diana's lusty eyes as her gaze moved from cock to cock. The older man had a fat, meaty penis whose girth filled his fist, while the younger man had a longer, skinnier dick with a slight curve to it. Both dicks were inches from Rakesh's wife, aimed at her face and tits.

In front of an audience of hundreds, two men were stroking themselves while watching his wife finger her sopping pussy.

"This," Jessica said, "Is definitely the sluttiest Strip-Off this show has ever seen..."



The grip of Diana's wet cunt felt incredible on Rakesh's cock as she rode him and moaned.

Rakesh was past the point of censoring himself. An animal lust had taken hold, along with the four glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon.

"Do you wish... Gael was fucking you... with that big cock?" Rakesh asked, gritting his teeth to keep from screaming with pleasure.

"Yes! YES!" Diana moaned, ogling her ex on their TV screen. "I wish... he was... balls deep in my fucking pussy... I wish he was fucking me... with his big... fat... cock..."

Rakesh almost screamed with pleasure. Diana's ass bounced on him as she crashed into the first of many orgasms...



As the final song of the Strip-Off neared its finish, three spotlights appeared and stayed still, one on each of the hot-wives.

One remained on Patti, miming her slutty blowjob around Chris's throbbing cock. The host of the Hotwife Games now gripped the base of his own penis and was gently stroking himself while the beautiful woman ran her tongue in teasing circles around the circumference of his head. She never made contact. The audience was rapt by her slutty performance. It felt so erotic, Chris felt like he could cum any second...

The other spotlight was on Daisy, who was riding her husband Kevin with abandon. Kevin himself had his head thrown back. He groaned audibly a few feet from Rakesh, and Rakesh figured he was cumming in his pants as Daisy ground her naked pussy onto him.

The final spotlight shone on Diana, who was visibly speaking to the two masturbating men while she played with herself. Rakesh couldn't hear her over the booming music and the cheering of the crowd, but he could partially read his wife's pouty lips...

"Cum," she was whispering to them, "Spray all over my body..."



"You'd love his big cock in your pussy..." Rakesh was saying, fucking his wife in the glow of the screen. "In your mouth..."

"Yes..." Diana screamed, bouncing on her husband's dick. "It's so fucking big... I loved sucking him..."

Rakesh could feel the cum boiling in his balls. He'd never heard Diana talk like this before.

Diana turned to him, looking her husband in the eyes.

"It's bigger than yours..." Diana whispered.

Rakesh groaned and pumped his dick rapidly in his wife's drenched cunt.

"You're a fucking slut, Diana..."

The word sent her second orgasm crashing over her.



"This is an unbelievable match-up of slut-wives," Jessica was saying. She'd hosted several episodes of The Hotwife Games, and yet she was incredibly aroused. "For anyone just joining us, we have hotwife Patti performing her simulated blowjob on my husband. And incredible slut-wife Diana playing with herself as two men jack off over her..."

"Normally," Chris said, holding up his mic as he stared at Patti teasing his dick. "Normally the wives just strip... but..."

He trailed off and his eyes closed shut, Patti's slutty teasing proving too much to handle.

The song was getting close to its conclusion. Diana knew she had to make the two men cum before Chris came in Patti's mouth, and she'd be the clear winner of the first round. But she couldn't use her hands, or her mouth...

She sat up further on the lap of the college kid. He groped her naked ass with both hands. He boldly reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his boner spring free. Diana felt its naked heft slap against her ass. Technically, she was now breaking the rules, as a naked cock pressed against her.
But no one would have to know, and she didn't care. It aroused Diana to know how many men she was turning on. She ground her ass against back his hard dick, hoping she could make him cum too.

Then she looked up at the standing men with pure lust in her eyes.

"Cum on my pretty face," Diana said, her eyes moving from the older man to the younger one. Both men's fists moved rapidly over their members, and they groaned with pleasure. Diana's own finger was a blur on her clit, as she felt her orgasm coming.

"Please," Diana said, feigning a coy innocence. "Please bathe me in your cum..."

Rakesh couldn't hear her words from where he was sitting, but he felt like he was about to shoot off in his pants. Fuck it, he thought, reaching inside his waistband and grasping his own dick.



"Say it..." Rakesh said, breathing heavily. He could feel the cum start to rush up from his balls as his wife rode his dick in front of her ex's image on the TV.

"I... love... Gael's... big... hard... fucking... COCK!" Diana screamed, cumming on her husband's throbbing member.



"And the Strip-Off ends in..." Jessica said as the song's closing chords sounded over the room. "Three..."

Patti closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide around Chris's dick. Her tongue poked out, moving closer... millimeters from his bulging dickhead. Chris started to groan...

Diana frigged her pussy with a desperate intensity as she gazed at the two cocks being stroked inches from her face.

"Spray me, boys," Diana moaned. "I want it..."



"... In my mouth," Diana said, looking at her husband as she bounced on his dick. "I want Gael's cock in my mouth... I want it in my pussy..."

Rakesh clenched his teeth. The soaking wet grip of his wife's cunt and her slutty words were proving too much to resist... here it came...



"Two..." counted Jessica.

"Please, boys," Diana begged the two men jerking off over her naked body. "Splash me with your cum... I need that hot cum..."

Rakesh couldn't help it. He stroked himself ferociously inside his pants as he watched his slutty wife. He was going to cum along with the two men aiming their cocks in her direction...



Diana's ass was bouncing so fast on her husband's dick that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He couldn't see that she was staring lustfully at her ex-boyfriend on the screen as she drove herself to another orgasm.

"I want... Gael's cock..." Diana moaned, "I want Gael's cock in my ass."

Rakesh moaned in disbelief. Diana looked at her husband. "Just the way he used to fuck me... deep in my ass..."

Rakesh's dick exploded inside her. He screamed one word so loud it shook the room — "FUUUUUCK!!!" — as his sperm rushed into his hot wife's pussy.



"One!" Jessica counted.

Splash!

Chris's cock erupted.

Spraying Patti in her beautiful face.

A thick rope of semen landed on her outstretched tongue. Then another on her cheek. Then another, longer rope of cum hit her forehead and her hair. Her gorgeous face somehow looked even prettier, bathed in his hot, white semen.

Patti grinned up at Chris as she licked his cum off her chin. Her husband Karl cheered.

They knew she'd just won the first challenge.



Rakesh felt Diana's tight pussy grip the base of his cock as he shot off, hard, inside her.

He'd never shot his cum so hard before.

He gripped his wife's waist and pawed her bouncing breasts as he filled her pussy up.

"You fucking slut," he breathed, shooting the final river of his cum. "You took him... there..."

"Yes," Diana admitted, breathing heavily as her orgasm subsided. She felt her husband's hot load flooding into her pussy. They stared at each other. "Yes, baby... I took Gael in my ass..."



"And that's the Strip-Off!" Jessica yelled excitedly.

The song drew to a close. The second it ended, two loud masculine groans were heard.

Splash!

Two hard cocks ejaculated over Diana.

A thick river of cum sprayed onto her boobs from her left side.

Then from the right came another splash of cum, hitting her cheek and covering her beautiful face.

Both men groaned, their heads thrown back in pleasure, as they bathed the slutty woman in their seed.

Rakesh watched his cum-covered wife with his mouth hanging open.

He felt his own dick ejaculate, spraying a massive wet load inside his pants.

His wife hadn't touched a single naked dick with her hands or mouth... no one on the episode had, so far...

And yet here she was, her innocent face and boobs covered in the semen of two strangers.

The older man grunted and sprayed a final jet of cum on that landed on Diana's taut stomach. Diana licked her lips as she played with her pussy. She cupped one breast and swallowed, gathering cum into her mouth. Hot rivers of semen ran down to the landing-strip of hair above her pussy.

Then Diana looked across the cheering room, right at Rakesh.

His heart stopped in his throat. His naughty wife's eyes blazed with lust. She spread her legs further apart for her husband, making a wanton display of her pussy lips. Her fingers gathered the cum over her pubes and spread it sluttily over her clit.

Diana closed her eyes and came, shuddering with pleasure. Rakesh's gripped his dick hard, shooting another load of cum into his underwear.

But it had been too late...

Patti had won the first round of The Hotwife Games.



At that very second...

Gael Sankur was thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic.

He looked out at the passing clouds from the stunning cabin of his studio's private jet. He took a sip from his flute of Dom Perignon. He settled back into the plush seat, reclining further. Then he groaned with pleasure.

The two stewardesses alternately tongued the head of his massive cock. Then turned to each other and kissed passionately. He felt their fingers playing with his balls.

"Mm, yes..." he groaned. "Suck that big dick..."

The two blondes complied delightedly, laving his dickhead with their tongues again.

Gael turned his flute of champagne over and poured the remainder of the cool bubbly over his huge, throbbing cock. It poured onto their tongues and pretty faces. The stewardesses giggled.

"Drink up, hotties," he said.

"Mm... tasty," said one of them, in a throaty Russian accent. "I just love tasty dick..."

Gael put his hand on her head as she began to suck him off. Her mouth barely reached halfway down the bulge of his thick meat. Her friend ducked under and sucked his right ball into her mouth.

Gael decided to pour himself another glass of Dom.

After all, he had a lot to celebrate.

The End of the Well had been a smash hit. He'd just wrapped filming his first movie as a director in various locations around Europe. His agents had just inked a fifteen-million-dollar deal for him to star in a hot new superhero franchise. His star was on the rise...

But most significantly of all, he thought, as he felt one gorgeous stewardess's tongue wrap around his balls, he was soon going to be in Los Angeles for a very, very special occasion...

The thought filled him with a rush of anticipation.

One of the sexy blondes bobbed her hot mouth up and down his dick. She increased her pace, desperate for a taste of his sweet cum.

But suddenly, Gael could only picture his beautiful ex-girlfriend's face...

Diana.

The sluttiest woman he'd ever known.

He pictured her bending over for him.

Sucking his cock.

Licking his balls.

Letting him put his big dick up her ass...

Like she had all those years ago...

He groaned gutturally as his cum rushed up his shaft. Splashing deep into the hot blonde's mouth. She pulled her mouth off wetly and aimed his gigantic cock at her co-worker's face.

Gael came again.

He imagined he was spraying his load all over Diana's face.

He just couldn't wait to arrive on the set of The Hotwife Games...



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