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 Prize

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My husband had gone to play poker (for limited stakes, I hasten to add) at the house of a colleague who had recently moved into our street. I hadn’t met the guy, although I had spoken to his wife a few times. She was slight and unassuming, a bit mousy, I thought unkindly, polite enough without being over-friendly.

Mike was back late and slipped into bed smelling of alcohol and started snoring immediately. In the morning he casually mentioned a headache and like a dutiful wife I fetched him coffee and paracetamol. (He’s done the same for me on many occasions!)

‘Well, what happened? How much did you lose?’

‘Oh, I didn’t lose anything.’ He said. ‘We didn’t play for money in the end.’

‘I thought that was the whole point of poker.’

‘Not in this case. It was weird.’

He fell silent. I began to stroke his naked chest and soon moved downwards to his cock. It grew under my hand, reliably.

‘How so?’

‘Gina, you’re not going to believe this. I got there and the others were already there - 5 of us plus Jim. He said that we were going to play with chips but no money was involved and there would be a special prize for the winner at the end of the evening. Then Hannah came in and asked us what we’d like to drink. My god, she was dolled up like a tart. I hardly recognised her. She had a little black dress that was tight down to her waist and then flared out. It was only about six inches long. She was virtually naked. Stiletto heels, ankle chain, hair all done up, lipstick, the works. She actually looked quite good.’

‘I find it hard to imagine.’

‘Don’t be a bitch. We all just sat there with our mouths open. I mean, she’s no spring chicken, but she was making the best of what she’d got.’

‘So you fancied her.’ His cock had swollen to rigidity, whether from my hand or from his memory of Hannah.

‘Well ... she looked OK, you know. Anyway, she got drinks for us, very submissively, like a servant, and then went and stood at the side while we tried to play. It was a bit distracting. We had a few rounds and then Jim beckoned her over and said ‘I haven’t told you what the prize is yet.’ Then he put his arm round her thighs and lifted her skirt up to her waist. And she just let him! She had a little smile on her face.’

‘I’m surprised you looked at her face.’

‘Um ... yes. Well, she was completely naked under the skirt. And her puss was shaved, just like yours. You could see everything.’

I chuckled. His cock was now very hard indeed. ‘And was it as pretty as mine?’

‘Of course not! Then Jim says “This is the prize. The winner gets Hannah. She’ll do anything. Isn’t that right, darling?” And Hannah just nods, with that little smile on her face. But then Jim got her to turn round and touch her toes. There was something plastic sticking out of her arse!’

I spluttered.

‘So he gets hold of it and pulls and this sort of dildo pops out of her arse. It was about as big as a cock with a narrower neck, so’s it didn’t work its way out, I suppose. He pushes it in and out a few times, it didn’t seem to hurt her. “I keep this in her all the time,” he says casually. “Never know when someone might want to use her arse.”’

‘Are you making this up?’ We did sometimes embroider fantasies while making love.

‘I swear it’s all true, every word. I was gobsmacked. Everyone was. Anyway he pulls her dress down and says “come on, let’s get on with the game”. And Hannah goes round and gets more drinks, cool as anything.’

‘I bet you all had boners like concrete.’ Certainly he was rockhard now. I had to be careful not to trigger an eruption.

‘Well ... it was rather sexy. We played another few rounds and then he told her to take her dress off, which she did, casual as anything, and just wandered round naked apart from her shoes. With this dildo thing sticking out of her arse. Christ!’

‘Who won?’

‘Well, not me. I was thinking what on earth would I do if I won. I mean, I wouldn’t have gone with her, no way.’

‘Are you sure?’ His cock lurched.

‘Of course!’

‘Even though ... sexy woman, available, a woman who would do ... anything ...’ I squeezed his cock.

‘Well, it didn’t arise. We’d agreed to stop at midnight, and Les was way ahead. I could see him licking his lips and grinning like mad. So he got the prize.’

‘And?’

‘Him and Hannah disappeared off upstairs. The rest of us made our excuses and left. Jim looked pleased with himself, I must say, despite the fact that his wife was off shagging another man.’

I continued stroking his cock gently - he was as hard and swollen as I’d ever known him.

‘Just supposing,’ I murmured, ‘that you’d won? All those guys sat around waiting for you to do something. And Hannah comes and sits on your knee, all warm and naked, and puts her mouth against your ear and says “Come on, Mike, I’m all yours. You can do anything you want with me. And I do mean absolutely anything ...” ‘

His hips bucked and his cock thrust into my fist. Thin jets of spunk arced high into the air and splattered down onto us, onto my breasts and neck and face. I began to laugh with delight as the warm rain continued to fall onto me, far more copious than usual ...

*********

Later that morning I phoned her.

‘Hi Hannah, it’s Gina, you know, Mike’s wife. Look, can I pop round? There’s something I want to ask you ...’

She was wearing loose slacks and a jumper and looked completely unremarkable. She made a pot of tea and we sat on the settee. I took a deep breath.

‘Mike told me what happened last night. I found it quite hard to believe.’

Hannah tossed her hair back and smiled at me. ‘What did he tell you?’

‘Well, about you being the winner’s prize ... and the outfit ... and the dildo ... and all.’

‘It’s called a butt plug,’ she said. ‘I wear it all the time.’

‘So it’s true then?’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘So you were willing to ... have sex with any of the guys there last night?’

‘Yes. I did. Les and I had a great time.’

‘And Jim ...?’

Hannah sat demurely and put her hands on her knees.

‘When I married Jim,’ she said, ‘I gave myself to him completely and utterly. I’ll do anything he tells me to do. Anything.’

‘What if he asks you to do something nasty ...?’

‘He wouldn’t. I know. He knows what I like and he would never ask me to do something I didn’t want to do.’

‘So you want to ... wear that butt plug ... and go with other men ... and things ....’

She nodded. ‘Men, and women. Whatever he wants, I want. You should try it Gina.’

At that point I could not continue to ignore that I was feeling horribly and hopelessly aroused. I could feel moisture seeping relentlessly into my panties.

‘Should I?’

She took my hands in hers - they were very warm. ‘Gina, you would not believe how erotic it is. To give yourself body and soul to a man. To surrender your will completely. To know that you can be used in every way possible, and given to anyone, man or woman, for their use. Gina, I am on a permanent sexual high. Can you say that?’

I gulped. I could feel the waves of sexuality radiating out of her.

‘He takes me to parties sometimes. Everyone is allowed to have sex with me, often two or three at once. Sometimes I’m blindfolded. By the end I’m sore and aching and covered in sperm, inside and out. Then he takes me home and washes me clean and puts me to bed. It’s heavenly. Or he picks a woman and tells me to seduce her. I give myself to her just like I do to him. You can’t imagine how exciting that is.

‘When we first moved in, Jim and I discussed you and Mike. He told me that I was free to have sex with either of you, or both, at any time. But that one of you had to make the first move.’

‘Really?’ My head was swimming.

‘Yes. You could use me however you wanted. I expect you’ve fantasised about having a sex toy. I’m sure Mike has. All you have to do is say the word.’

I squeezed my thighs together. My pussy had turned to liquid. ‘I’ll ... discuss it with him,’ was all I could say.

 

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