The Singles Game
By Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)

Story codes: MMF, wife

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Disclaimer:
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This is a work of erotic fiction and should only viewed by adults. 
Minors and those who are easily offended should not proceed. 
Please remember that this a work of fantasy. The author does not 
advocate, encourage or promote real world practice of the acts 
depicted within, especially those which pertain to non-consensual 
or unprotected sex. 
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"Are you sure about this idea, Doctor Hoffman?," I asked.

I must have sounded pretty sceptical. I wasn't even that keen to 
see the Dr Hoffman, even if he was an eminent marriage councillor.

"I know it seems somewhat unorthodox, but my methods have helped 
to save many couples from boredom and eventual divorce," he 
replied.

I looked over at Vicki. Her face did not give anything away. She 
turned to me and said "I don't know, honey, it seems harmless 
enough to me. It might help us to, put some mystery back into our 
marriage."

"You have it exactly right," added the doctor in his vaguely 
European accent. "It's all about reinvigorating your 
relationship."

"Well, yes, but by pretending to be singles and pick each other up 
in some sleazy bar?," I insisted.

"Remember when you first met? The thrill of the chase, the 
uncertainly, the final fulfilment? That is what you will be trying 
to recreate with this little game."

It was true. After 10 years of marriage, everything seemed a bit 
routine, even sex. We just didn't seem that interested anymore, 
and this led to other problems.

"Well, OK, I suppose we could give it a try." I was thinking more 
of the money we had paid to this quack, rather than any real faith 
I had in this plan.

"When should we try, George?" asked Vicki. She certainly seemed 
more keen on this than I did.

"Umm, we could try on Friday. I don't have any meetings at the end 
of this week."

"Agreed, then. Come back and see me in 2 weeks," concluded Dr 
Hoffman.

***************

Friday seemed to come around all too quickly, and as fate would 
have it, I did have extra work to complete. When I finally arrived 
at the bar, it was past 7:30 and I was more than an hour late.

The bar was quite crowded and I couldn't see Vicki. We had chosen 
a bar in a big, expensive hotel so that it would not be a sleazy 
pick-up joint. The bar was filled mainly with businessmen 
unwinding after a hard week's work.

I finally spotted Vicki sitting at the bar and it stopped me dead 
in my tracks. She looked simply stunning.

Vicki was wearing a small black dress that rode up at least half 
way up her firm thighs. The front of the dress dipped daringly to 
show her ample cleavage. She was sitting crossed legged on the 
stool in such a way as to best show off her long legs and black 
stiletto high heels. There was more makeup than usual and bright 
red lipstick. 

I started to feel a bit guilty because I was just in my usual work 
suit. She had obviously spent a lot of time an effort in preparing 
for this and it worked. She looked absolutely beautiful and I 
didn't know why we were having problems with boredom. Why wouldn't 
anyone want to have her?

Just as I was thinking that, I was proved right. Before I could 
get to the bar, to greet Vicki, another man approached her. I 
should have just cut in right there and then, but curiosity got 
the better of me, and I wondered how Vicki would handle this. I 
sat down at the bar a couple of seats behind Vicki and listened 
in.

"Such a pretty woman shouldn't be alone in a bar," he said as he 
sat on the stool beside her.

I almost laughed out loud at such a clich‚d pick-up line, and 
Vicki made it clear that she also didn't think much of his tactics 
by more or less ignoring him. But to his credit, he persisted.

"Yeah, I suppose such an old routine wouldn't work for someone 
like you. But I was so amazed by your beauty that I just didn't 
know what else to day."

I could barely contain my amusement, but it seemed that Vicki was 
becoming flattered by the attention.

"Let me at least buy you a drink," he offered. "Were you waiting 
for someone?"

"Well, I was sort of waiting for..." Vicki's voice trailed off. 
"Ah, what the heck. Looks like he isn't showing up. I'll have a 
Seabreeze, thanks."

I must admit that I was a bit surprised that she accepted his 
offer, but didn't blame her given my lateness. Just give her a few 
more minutes, I thought. He ordered her drink and introduced 
himself as Greg. He was a bit taller than me and, being in his 
early 30's, was about the same age as Vicki and myself. He had 
dark, neatly cropped hair and strong chiselled features. He wore a 
dark blue conservative suit that said 'pure corporate style'.

In between constantly remarking about how attractive Greg thought 
she was, he mentioned that he as a merchant banker here to stitch 
up a big deal. He was staying in this plush hotel because, as he 
said, that was what the company account was for.

Just then, another group of people approached Greg and Vicki. Greg 
stood up to greet them.

"He guys, how did it go. Details all finished?" Greg asked?

"Yep, all done. Signed, sealed and delivered," said one of the 
others.

"Good work people," Greg said and they high-fived each other. Then 
he turned suddenly to Vicki. "Oh, how rude of me. Vicki, this is 
Roy and Penny, my colleagues from head office. And this is John 
from our local branch. Team, this is Vicki."

They all shook hands politely with many pleased-to-meet-you's and 
so on.

"You could always pick the good lookers, Greg," Roy said to Greg 
slyly. "But you've really outdone yourself this time."

Vicki blushed deeply, her face almost matching her lipstick.

"Don't give Vicki the wrong impression of me," protested Greg.

"No , I'm sure she'll find out for herself soon enough. You see 
Vicki, Greg has somewhat of a reputation around the office," John 
added.

"All rumor and hearsay," replied Greg unconvincingly. "Anyway, why 
don't we all grab a table so you don't all have to stand up."

The three latecomers led them off and Vicki followed them. I 
noticed that Greg stayed behind Vicki and was looking at her from 
behind as she made her was to the table. I could see why as her 
ass swayed provocatively as she walked on her high heels, her 
short dress revealing most of her long legs. After a short while, 
I discreetly moved to the table next to them.

The group spent the next 20 minutes or so congratulating 
themselves on closing the deal and they were obviously in the mood 
to have a much deserved break. Greg, though, continued to lavish 
attention on Vicki. Roy also seemed to be quite interested in 
Vicki, but I did notice that John and Penny seemed to have some 
sort of tension between them. I imagined that this was some inter-
branch affair starting up. 


They continued to order drinks and Vicki was keeping up with them. 
Eventually, she had to excused herself to go the ladies' room. As 
she got up, she saw me. I thought quickly and I gave her a wink. 
After a slight pause (probably from the shock of realizing that I 
had seen what she was doing), she continued to the wash room.

Upon her return, she discreetly passed me a note written on a 
paper napkin as she walked by my table. It read "Remember, this is 
dating game where we are both single. If you want me, you need to 
win me!"

What a little tease! She had signalled her intention to play this 
game for all it was worth, and now she was really getting in the 
role. Whether it was playing a role or whether it was the alcohol, 
she started to respond more to the attention that Greg and Roy 
were giving her. She even let Greg put his arm around her.

I knew I could act at any time, but I didn't. A little part of me 
wanted to know how far Vicki would go. But I knew that for some 
reason, I felt turned on by the thought of another man being very 
attracted to Vicki. As I pondered this, I realized that I was 
getting excited by the thought of Vicki being seduced by man. But 
surely this would not be a good thing? How could it help our love 
life?

My head was swimming with these conflicting thoughts when Greg 
made a suggestion. "Why don't we all go up to my room." They all 
agreed and got up to leave. Vicki turned to me and gave me a 
wicked little smile. I let them go on a little bit, then got up to 
follow them some distance behind. Greg walked with Vicki, and I 
noticed that this time it was Roy and John who were mesmerized by 
the Vicki's body slinking across the hotel lobby. Penny looked a 
bit annoyed at John.

They got into an elevator. I tried to catch up to them, but I just 
missed it. Damn, I thought, what do I do now? I looked at the 
elevator indicators, and saw that the elevator had stopped at the 
sixth floor. I quickly grabbed the next elevator and punched the 
'6' button. 

When I got out, I heard voices coming from the right. I hurried 
down the corridor to follow the voices, and caught sight of a door 
closing. Room 608. I pressed my ear to the door. It was the right 
room, as I could recognize Greg's voice. I heard the sound of a 
champagne cork pop and some cheers. Obviously still celebrating 
the deal.

Fairly quickly, John and Penny started to make their excuses to 
leave (their intention pretty clear, even to me). As they said 
their goodbyes, I had to think fast. There was nowhere to hide. 
The doorknob started to turn.

Quickly I stepped to room 607. As John and Penny emerged from the 
room, I pretended to fumble for my keys trying to enter room 607. 
Then I had a horrible thought: what if either John or Penny were 
staying in room 607?

Fortunately, they walked right past me towards the elevator. They 
were too obsessed with each other to even notice me. I hurried 
back to the door of room 608.

I could now hear the sounds of Vicki, Greg and Roy murmuring and 
giggling. Roy said something about leaving the two of them alone.

"Don't go, Roy, it's fun having you here as well," said Vicki.

"What do you mean by fun?" asked Roy.

"I don't know. It's just nice to be the center of attention of two 
handsome men like you," replied Vicki.

Greg then started murmuring something, but I could not make it 
out. There was a short pause.

"Ohh, that sounds very naughty," cooed Vicki. "I've never had two 
men at the same time before!"

I was dumbfounded. I should have knocked on the door there and 
then. But my mind was a mess at this point. Not only was my wife 
of 10 years contemplating cheating on me (with my knowledge!), but 
she was going to do it with two men at once! To my surprise, I 
found this made me even more horny than before and I had a raging 
hard-on. I was so excited, I feared that they could even hear my 
heart pounding in my head. However, I pressed my ear closer to the 
door to hear more clearly.

"Well Roy, how about you? Are you in?"

"Heck, I'll try anything once!" replied Roy.

I could hear the sounds of shoes hitting the floor and zippers 
been undone. Then Roy said "I've been wanting to look at those 
wonderful tits all night."

"Well, here they are" pronounced Vicki proudly. I could almost 
hear them flop out of the tight dress she was wearing. "Oh, yeah. 
Suck them like that, Roy. Mmmm"

I heard the sound of Vicki moaning softly. I couldn't believe it. 
Two total strangers were about to gangbang my wife, and I was 
standing outside the door listening in. More than that, I was so 
turned on by it. I only wished I could see what was going on.

"Here, Vicki, let me help you out of that dress which Roy is 
occupied," said Greg. I heard the sound on more clothes rustling. 
"What a beautiful ass you've got there Vicki. I don't think you 
will be needing these panties anymore. I see that you are a 
natural blonde."

"Hey, that's not fair. I'm wearing nothing, and you two are still 
dressed."

"That's not entirely true," said Greg. "You've still wearing your 
shoes."

"You know what I mean, you bad boy! C'mon, take them off."

After more sounds of clothes being taken off, Vicki said "Oh wow! 
It's so big. Your cock is much bigger than my husb...um, last 
boyfriend."

"You can see why Greg has such a big reputation around the 
office," said Roy.

"Well, you've quite well endowed yourself, Roy," said Vicki.

"Would you like to know what it fells like inside you?" asked 
Greg.

"Yes. Please, Greg, please," pleaded Vicki. I couldn't believe it! 
She sounded like she was really desperate to be treated like a 
slut.

"Then bend over this table so I can look at your pretty ass while 
I fuck you."

It was a matter of seconds and I heard a loud "Ow! Ugh!". Vicki 
groaned as she was apparently being entered from behind.

She sounded like she was in a bit of pain, but she was enjoying 
it. With each thrust, she said things like "Oh, you're so big 
Greg! I've never had such a huge cock!" It was so unlike Vicki. 
She had never been much of a talker during sex, and this dirty 
talk was really out of character.

She surprised me even further when I heard her say "Roy, I want 
you in my mouth while Greg fucks me."

Vicki stopped talking, obviously because she was sucking Roy's 
cock while Greg was fucking her from behind. All I could now hear 
was a muffled "Hmmph!" accompanying each slap of Greg's thighs on 
Vicki's ass as he pounded her pussy hard. I tried to envisage the 
scene as my lovely wife was moaning on a stranger's cock while 
being fucked by another strange man.

"I think she's enjoying the ride, Greg."

Greg didn't answer, but Vicki managed to say "Mmmm hmmm!" in 
agreement with her mouth full of cock.

Steadily, the pace of the slapping increased, and Vicki suddenly 
cried out "Yes! Oh, yes! I'm coming Greg! Faster!"

Greg complied and Vicki let out an almighty yell. "Yeeeesss! 
Oohhhhh, yeeesss!" I thought everyone on this floor would hear her 
screaming. Vicki had never cum while I fucked her, so this was a 
very pleasurable new experience for her.

Greg continued to thrust quickly and Vicki was evidently having 
multiple orgasms as she was reduced to incoherent yelps of delight 
with each thrust. Slowly, above her voice I could her Greg 
grunting. His grunting became quite animalistic until, inevitably, 
it rose to a crescendo of his grunts, her squeals and squelching 
noises followed by a sudden silence. After a very short pause, 
Greg let out a groan like a huge release.

"Oh yeah!" yelled Vicki. "Pump your cum deep inside me! Ohh, it 
feels so hot!" Greg just continues to groan for what seemed like 
an eternity while Vicki moaned softly. 

It was silent for a little while, until Roy broke it with, "Well 
I'm glad you had such a good time Greg, but you interrupted my 
nice little blow-job there. I'm just busting to fuck this hot 
babe."

"Yes, Roy, please fuck me as well. I want you to fuck me too."

"My, my, the little lady certainly is eager!" commented Greg. I 
heard a wet 'plop!' as his penis presumably exited Vicki.

"So am I," Roy said impatiently. "Move over, Greg. Do you want me 
to fuck you now, Vicki?"

"Yes" said Vicki softly, like she was pleading. "Please fuck me."

I heard some shuffling of feet, then "Ugh!" which indicated that 
she was entered again. But unlike before, this was followed by 
silence. I wondered what was happening.

"Hey, Roy, don't tease me like that," said an obviously annoyed 
Vicki.

"But you sound so cute just then. Can you beg me to fuck you some 
more."

"Ooh, you like dirty talk huh? Well, fuck me!," Vicki cried out. 
Roy must have obeyed, because this was quickly followed by another 
groan. "Yes, fuck me deeper!"

She repeated this many times until it was almost like a mantra. 
Then it changed. "Yes, use me! Do it to me! Fuck me hard!" With 
each utterance, she sounded more and more wanton.

"I'm all the way in now. Does it feel good?" asked Roy.

"Oh, yes!" Vicki said ecstatically. Roy started to fuck Vicki in 
earnest and she responded vocally.

"Well, seeing as you don't need to talk anymore, I'll put that 
lovely mouth of yours to better use," said Greg, who had been 
quite for a while, no doubt recovering from his last orgasm.

Vicki's yelps of open-mouthed pleasure quickly turned to muffled 
moans as Greg stuffed her mouth while Roy got busy from behind. 
Soon the familiar combination of moist squelching, flesh ramming 
into flesh and Vicki's muted groans of delight filled the air. I 
was disturbed to find that it was so familiar so quickly, but more 
disturbed to note how turned on I was by it.

"Man, that's a great blowjob you're doing," said Greg, haltingly. 
Vicki, it seemed, was too busy to respond. I just heard her 
slurping and moaning away.

"Yeah, I know.," said Roy. "She pretty talented to be such a good 
cocksucker while she getting fucked." With that, Roy seemed to 
fuck her harder, and her groaning became louder. This time though, 
she didn't abandon the task in front of her, and she seemed 
determined to keep Greg's cock in her mouth no matter how hard Roy 
rammed her.

After about 5 minutes of this, one of the guys said loudly "I'm 
going to come!" and with that he let out a prolonged groan. Vicki 
seemed to gag, but then composed herself and said, "Mmmm, Greg, 
that was delicious. I wish I tasted some of Roy's cum too."

"How did you do that? I've never cum twice so quickly," marvelled 
Greg.

Vicki didn't answer him because Roy had picked up his pace again 
and all I could hear from her were squeals with each slap of flesh 
on flesh. There were incoherent mutterings from Vicki as she 
neared another orgasm, which came more suddenly than her last. 
Another loud scream filled the air that I was sure would have the 
other hotel guests wondering what was happening.

Roy climaxed soon after Vicki did but without as much drama as 
Greg. All I could hear was a slowing, then stopping of the 
squelching thrusts and Vicki moaning softly, "Yes, fill me Roy. 
Fill me up with your cum."

Then all was quiet. I could hear them speaking softly, but could 
not make out the words. I heard Greg offer some more drinks and 
someone use the bathroom. I heard people starting to get dressed.

The first thing I could make out was "That was wonderful boys. I 
had a really great time," Vicki saying in a soft, languid voice.

"You are one hot woman, Vicki. Are you sure you've never done it 
with 2 guys before?" asked Roy, almost in awe.

"Well, we don't leave for head office until Sunday. You can always 
drop by again tomorrow," suggested Greg.

"Sounds tempting, but I've got other plans.," she replied. I was 
disappointed that I would not witness an encore performance, even 
if it was from the other side of a door. "Would you like to keep 
this as a souvenir?"

"Hell, yes," they both replied.

As they were kissing goodbye, I quickly made my way to the 
elevators. I heard their door open and then shut. I eventually 
spotted Vicki as she walked slowly around the corner, almost in a 
dazed state.

She was quite a sight. Even though she had made some attempt to 
clean herself up, her make-up was a mess with her lipstick smeared 
around her mouth and her mascara running. Her long, blond hair was 
tousled and here and there were some bright, wet patches, possible 
semen in her hair. She teetered on her stilettos as she walked 
along, undoubtedly due to the thorough workout she had just 
endured. To say she had the 'just-fucked' look would not be doing 
her justice; more like 'just-fucked-by-a-large-group-of-hormonal-
frat-boys-look' was more like it. In her dreamy state, it took a 
while before noticed I was there. It took even longer before she 
realized who I was. She stopped dead in her tracks as if she had 
seen a ghost.

"What did you see?" she managed quietly.

"I didn't see anything, honey. But I think I heard everything 
while standing outside the door." She became even more pale, and 
then blushed deeply.

"Oh, George!," she blurted out. "I'm so ashamed! This was meant to 
be some innocent game, but I ended up fucking two total strangers. 
I don't know what came over me. I felt so naked standing there in 
just my high heels and those two staring at me. I just lost all 
control of myself!" She started crying.

I went over to hug her. "There, there. It's alright. I still love 
you," which was an understatement as I was so turned on at this 
moment.

I patted her on her back. As I did so, one of my hands 
unconsciously slid down her body and up her skirt. She flinched 
back as my hand glided up her still moist thighs. When I got to 
her crotch, I touched her bare, moist skin and I realized she was 
not wearing her panties. This was obviously the souvenir that she 
had given to Greg and Roy.

Her pussy was still sopping wet, which was no surprise given that 
she was filled with the semen of two men. My fingers easily 
penetrated her lubricated lips and a small gush of cum leaked out 
and dripped from my knuckles onto the floor. Vicki's face was 
still red with shame.

"I really still do love you. In fact, look at how turned on I am," 
and I indicated to the hard-on pointing out of my trousers.

She said nothing, but did stop crying. She looked into my eyes and 
saw I was telling the truth. She took my hand and withdrew it from 
her crotch. She then held guided my hand to her mouth where she 
slowly sucked the cum from my fingers one by one, closing her eyes 
and moaning as she did so. I had heard her debauchery through the 
door, but seeing her perform this wonton act with my own eyes sent 
me wild. All the more so because she had always refused to swallow 
my own semen.

"I still love you, too," she said after she finished the last of 
her treat. "To be honest, I was really turned on as well. I 
suppose I enjoyed being a total slut for a night."

I think she had a point there. It was her uncharacteristically 
slutty behaviour that made me so horny also.

"How would you like to take your little slut wife home and fuck 
her while she is loaded with cum from two men?" she asked, looking 
up at me slyly.

"Just try and stop me!" I said, and carried her into the elevator.

***************

"Hmmmm. Very interesting," mused Dr Hoffman. "This is really what 
happened?"

He had got us to describe how the 'Singles' Game' had gone last 
week. We left out no detail, much to the astonishment of the good 
doctor.

"And despite this, you say you are now more happy than you've ever 
been?"

"Yes," I replied. "Weird isn't it? Like you said, this little game 
has injected some real excitement back into our marriage. In fact, 
I can say that I had the best sex of my life that night."

"Good, good. And you, Vicki. Did you also had the best sex in your 
life that night?"

"Yes, Doctor, I did," Vicki nodded enthusiastically.

After a slight pause, Dr Hoffman then asked "Which do you mean: 
the sex you had at the hotel, or when you got home?"

Vicki didn't answer. She just smiled wickedly to herself.


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