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Good Sport (M+F, wife)
by Phil Phantom





The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

                     "Good Sport"
                   By: Phil Phantom

I married my high school sweetheart and moved to the big
city three years ago.  Pam has grown more beautiful each year.
We met in the pre-schooler's Sunday school and married in that
same church fourteen years later.  I learned a good trade in the
heating and air business.  I landed a great job with a company
that stays busy and pays well.  After a year with AAA Heating and
Air, Pam and I decided to start a family.

Unlike many of our peers, we remained virgins until our
wedding night.  That first night was awkward.  We were both
uptight, and I was clumsy and over-excited.  Gradually, we've
become less inhibited and sex is much better.  At least now I can
usually last long enough to get Pam off.

Sex was still a topic we couldn't discuss easily.  We knew one
position, the missionary, and the subject of oral sex was never
broached.  We both blush easily, so company get-togethers were
always trying times for us.  I work in a shop of fifteen men.
I'm the youngest, the new kid.  Most of those men have been with
Jake Barnes from the day he opened shop six years ago.  They are
a tight-knit group and rather rowdy at parties.

Our work shop is not open to the public, so pictures of
naked women are everywhere.  It has a men's locker room
atmosphere.  Pam has, on occasion, brought my lunch to me.  She
creates quite a stir when she walks through.  She acts like she
has blinders on and stays red-faced the whole time.

Jake Barnes is a tough guy to work for but he pays well.  Two
things can get you canned from the company: poor work and not
fitting in.  My year of probation was up.  I'd been accepted.
Our future looked secure.  As long as I continued to fit in, I
knew I'd have a job.  Pam and I decided to buy a house.

The ink wasn't dry on the paperwork when Jake called me into
his office one day.  He said he was disappointed because I never
offered to host a Friday night poker game.  I'd heard about the
games, an institution at AAA, but I didn't gamble.  He said the
games were low stakes and friendly.  He said I'd learn.  I had a
house, so I could not claim that the apartment was too small.

>From the stories I'd heard, I did not want Pam exposed to their
bawdy poker games.  What was even worse was that
the wife of the host was to serve as hostess of the game, serving
drinks and snacks.  The way Jake put it, I had little choice but
to volunteer.  I said we'd host the next one.  Jake smiled.  As I
departed, Jake called out, "See that Pam wears something sexy.
We don't want a hostess that looks like a Tomboy."  I grinned
uncomfortably and scrapped the idea of having her wear jeans and
a sweat shirt.

Pam was not pleased to hear about the poker party.  She
disapproves of gambling and she hates being around drinking and
smoking men.  When I told her what Jake said about wearing
something sexy, she threw a fit.  I let her rant and rave, but
she knew as well as I that we were in no position to alienate
Jake Barnes, not with a sixty-thousand dollar mortgage over our
heads and the possibility of there being a baby on the way.  She
came to her senses on her own after stewing for a couple of days.
Together, we picked out the dress she'd wear.

You may think this odd, but after three years of marriage,
I'd never seen Pam naked.  She is very shy and wears PJs to bed.
We made love in total darkness.  I saw her in bra and panties for
the first time as she changed outfits.  I sat on the bed, trying
to act nonchalant about it.  I could see that Pam was aroused.
She grew more aroused as she tried on various outfits and modeled
them for me.  None suited her.

I almost choked when she suggested that going braless might help.
She removed her bra right in front of me.  I stared at the
nipples I'd sucked on but never seen.  They were
tight, puckered, reddish caps on bullet-shaped mounds of firm
flesh.  She took her time donning the dress and paraded her tits
before me with her shoulders back and chest out.  As she moved
about, those breasts vibrated with each footfall.

I broke out in a sweat when she decided the panties were all
wrong and shimmied out of them.  She went through her things in
the nude, presenting me with a visual feast of her unguarded sex,
mostly rear views of her pouting vaginal pouch tucked neatly at
the top of her creamy thighs.  Pam's pubic hair is so light and
fine that it is barely noticeable and hides nothing.  Her wet
slit seemed to wink at me when she'd bend over.  Her clit hung
from between the lips like a tiny cock, just begging for someone
to walk over and kiss it.  She waved that pink flag in my face
one second too long.  I went over, knelt behind her, and planted
a wet kiss right on her clit.


Pam shot upright and spun around as though a snake had bit
her.  She looked down on me like I was sick, saying, "Jerry, what
on earth has gotten into you?"

I stood and apologized, feeling like a pervert.  She said,
"I thought we could be mature adults about this.  Just because I
agreed to dress like a tramp doesn't mean you can treat me like
one.  Now, you go sit down, behave yourself, and don't get up
until we're through."

I slinked back to the bed and sat.  Remarkably, Pam turned
back to the dresser in a wider stance than before.  In addition,
she bent low to open the bottom drawer and began rummaging
through it, giving me a most provocative display.  It was then I
realized that her tease was intentional.  She was looking for
panties in her sweater drawer and taking her sweet time doing it.
After searching another bottom drawer, bending over with straight
legs, her tits showing between the inverted V of her legs, she
stood and faced me, hands on hips, flustered.

She still had her high heel shoes on and walked about, gathering
her dresses, holding up one after another.  She tossed all to the
bed and stood with a hand on her cocked hip and said, "Jerry,
none of my dresses are sexy.  They're all too long."

I tried not to look between her legs or at her tits, but she
made it most difficult for me.  She stood right before me.  She
picked up a light summer dress with an open bodice and said, "If
I wear this one without a bra and shorten the hem, I suppose it
might look sexy.  What do you think?"

I nodded.  She slipped it over her head and folded up the
hem to mid thigh, saying, "Is this short enough?"  I nodded.  She
folded it up another inch and said, "How about this?  Is this too
much?"

I said, "You'd be inviting trouble if you cut it too short.
Remember who you'll be wearing that in front of."

"I haven't forgotten, Jerry.  Jake said sexy.  He expects
sexy.  This might be a test, you know.  Suppose he lets you go
because I wasn't wearing a sexy enough dress.  What would we do
then?"

"All right, if you'll wear it that short, I'll go along.  He
can't say it isn't sexy."

Pam folded under another two inches of material until the
hem was just below her crotch.  She said, "Maybe we should go all
out just to be sure."

I gulped.  I said, "Pam, you'd never wear anything that
short in front of a bunch of men and you know it."


She said, "With our future at stake, I might go topless
wearing a g-string.  Don't forget the baby.  I am due to ovulate
this week.  I can endure a little embarrassment if I have too.
I'm not that weak and fragile, Jerry."

Pam's attitude surprised me.  She shortened that dress a little
higher than mid thigh.  She looked very sexy in it,
especially in her high heels.  When she modeled the dress, I
noticed that she had also cut back the top.  The square-cut top
exposed the swells of her upper breasts and showed a great deal
of cleavage. When she stood straight, the top edge just did hide
her nipples. If she'd bend over, it dropped away and exposed her
hanging tits.  I made no comment about the modification; she
offered no explanation.  With the puffy sleeves and ruffled short
hem, the dress looked like something a little girl might wear.
On Pam it looked sexy as hell.

Eight guys showed up on Friday night.  Since we figured
there would be other poker nights, we bought a large round table
with eight matching chairs.  Nine of us just barely fit around
the table.  I had to sit on a bar stool.

Pam was a big hit.  The guys made a fuss over her
every time she entered the room.  She was nervous and scared, but
she looked stunning.  They embarrassed her by staring
openly down her top when she had to bend over.  Those that were
not in a position to look down her top would lean back and look
up her dress.  They kept the ash tray in the center
of the table and requested she empty it often.

The first time Pam tried to empty the ash tray, she reachout out
and brought it to her.  Jake said, "No, No, No.  If you're going
to do the job, do it right.  Here, set the ash tray back where it
was.  Now, don't ever carry an ash tray over people.  Do like
this."  Jake had Pam lean back over the table as he was doing.
Their heads converged near the center as Jake tutored her on the
professional way to service an ash tray.

Pam listened attentatively, mindless of the scene taking place
behind her.  Tommy Drew and John Blazek were on their knees
pinching the hem of her skirt and lifting.  Two others were
leaning in to watch the operation.  They were either very good or
Pam was very absorbed in what Jake was telling her.  I could not
see what they were seeing, but from the looks on their faces, it
was a sight.

I tried to get Pam's attention, but she would not look up.  She
watched as Jake laid a paper towel down after first making sure
that every butt was out.  He then poured the contents into the
paper towel, folded it neatly, then used the folded package to
swab the inside of the ash tray.  It all looked very neat and
professional, but would also be time consuming.

Before Jake was done, Tommy had Pam's dress laid back over her
back.  I could not see how she did not notice the draft.  Just
when I thought the show was over, Jake emptied the napkin back
into the ash tray and told Pam to give it a try.  This allowed
the guys more time to visually feast on my wife's ass and make
crude jestures.  When Pam did back away, she bumped right into
John's face with her ass.  She acted surprised to find herself
exposed and John at her ass, but she playfully admonished him and
pranced into the kitchen.

To service the ash tray required Pam to squeeze in between two
chairs in order to reach it.  Two guys would scoot back from the
table to let her in, then while she laid over the table, they'd
boldly look up her skirt from the rear.  Each time Pam had to
clean the ash tray, she'd find a new hole open up for her.

Pam amazed me.  She caught on quickly to what they were
doing.  On her third visit to empty the ash tray, she went to the
third set of guys and waited for them to make a hole.  Then, she
would rest on her elbows, her tits fully exposed, while emptying
and wiping clean the ash tray.  The guys on either side of her
were not content to simply look.  Their hands roamed up and down
her legs.  Pam took her sweet time, her face as red as a rose.
The fourth set took even longer.

Being the odd man, I got skipped the first time around.  I got
included on the second go round.  I scooted back with Benny, who
sat on my left and had been in on the first round with the guy
who sat on his left.  When Pam leaned over, I decided to act like
all the others and take a peek up her skirt.  What I saw blew me
away.

Pam had on a pair of frilly pink panties I'd never seen before.
They were so sheer and thin that only a narrow strip
passed between her legs.  I could plainly see her labia lips and
I could see that she'd shaved them clean.  A dark pink spot
caused by wetness marked the place where her clit pressed out
against the material.  While I sat in stunned awe, Benny ran his
hand up her left leg right up to her crotch, pressing the edge of
his hand between her lips.  Pam did not react, even when he took
the panty material between thumb and forefinger and made it wedge
between her lips.  Her labia lips closed over it.  When she
stood, she just smiled and walked off with a sexy sway to her
stride.  This time, my face was red.

The game went on like this for several hours.  Pam worked
the table, bringing fresh beer, keeping the snack food bowels
full, and frequently emptying the ash tray.  Hands reached for
her legs, tits, and ass whenever she passed by.  Pam never jumped
or flinched and never pushed a hand away.  She kept track of
which set got to feel her up and never balked at the hands that
went between her legs.  The cards got sticky and so did my
shorts.

After four hours, I was down three hundred dollars.  I was
learning to play poker the hard way.  After buying the house and
the table set, our savings was tapped out.  Fifty dollars was all
we had to our name with payday two weeks away.  While Pam was out
of the room, Jake said, "Jerry, I'm going to give you a chance to
recoup your losses at two to one.  You interested."

I sat up and said sure.  He said, "I'm going to bet you six-
hundred bucks that Pam will let me take her panties off right
here at the table and not say a word while I do it.  If she does,
she's mine for twenty-four hours.  If she so much as makes a
peep, you get six bills."

I felt sure Pam wouldn't stand still for that, not quietly
anyway.  I also knew she'd be pissed if I put her ass on the
table as part of a wager. I said, "Jake, I can't give you Pam.
I'm her husband not her keeper."

"I'll handle Pam.  All I need is your acceptance.  What do you
say, kid?  I know you could use the money.  I'm just trying to
make things easy for you."

I thought hard for a few seconds, then we shook hands.  Pam
was due to stop between Jake and Tom on her next ash tray stop.
All eyes watched when she got between Jake and Tom and leaned way
over.  Jake got right behind her and ran both hands up the sides
of her legs clear up to her hips.  We could see the impression of
his fists as they curled under the waistband of her panties. Pam
froze; her eyes shot wide open.  Jake slowly drew her panties
down, giving Pam ample opportunity to say something.  She knew we
were all looking at her ass and most of us could see her panties
come into view below her skirt.  Still, she said nothing.  Jack
slowed his progress, pausing when her panties passed over her ass
cheeks.

Pam had plenty of time to finish cleaning the ash tray.
Instead, she rested on her elbows, doing nothing, breathing
heavily, waiting.  The two men seated to her front actually got
up and went to stand behind her.  The rest were leaning towards
her rear, looking at Jake's index finger hooked over the thin
crotch band, waiting.  Jake looked at me and shrugged as though
to say, "Hey, kid, I'm trying not to win."

Pam was incredible.  It was obvious that she intended to
wait, how ever long it took, for Jake to remove her panties.
Jake was in no hurry, enjoying the tension.  He inched those
panties down her legs by fractions, pausing often.  It took
several minutes for those panties to hang limply at her ankles.
Pam lifted one foot free, then the other.  Jake reached down and
held the flimsy garment aloft like a trophy.  The guys let out a
cheer.  This snapped Pam out of her catatonic lethargy.  She
stood and backed away from the table, covering her face with her
hands.

Jake reached out and took her left hand, drawing her to his
side.  He placed her panties on the table and said, "Pam, you
just made me a very happy man."

Pam looked to me with questioning eyes.  I couldn't speak.
Benny said, "Jake bet Jerry that he could remove your panties at
the table, and you wouldn't make a peep.  There's the panties,
and nobody heard a peep.  Jake now owns your ass for twenty-four
hours."

Pam looked right at me, stunned.  I shrugged and shook my
head, still unable to speak.  She said, "Jerry, how could you
make such a bet?  You had no right.  I'm not your property."

I found my voice and shot back, "I never thought I could
lose.  Why didn't you say something?"

She didn't have an answer for that.  Jake said, "What's done
is done.  You're mine now, Pam, at least for twenty-four hours.
A bet is a bet."

Pam looked defiant even in defeat.  She stared daggers at me
and folded her arms.  Jake said, "Let's have a look at the
merchandise.  Why don't you get those clothes of, Pam?"

Pam shot him a dirty look and said, "I'll do no such thing.
If you want to collect your stupid bet, you'll do it in private."

Jake said, "Pam, you don't tell me how to take my winnings.
Your ass is mine to do with as I see fit for the next twenty-four
hours.  If I say strip, by God, you strip!"

This shook Pam.  Jake ordered the table taken away.  The guys
pitched in and lifted it over our heads, setting it off to the
side.  We gathered our chairs in a circle centered on Jake.  Pam
was in the middle looking like a trapped animal.  Jake shouted,
"Don't stand there, get the fucking dress off!."

With a beet red face and clenched jaw, she drew it over her head,
revealing her total nudity.  She kicked off her heels and stood
defiantly before Jake and said, "There, are you happy, now?"

Jake smiled and said, "Start here on my left and go around
to each guy so they can get a good look at your charms."

Pam stomped over to the man on Jake's left and stood glaring
down on him with her hands on her hips, daring him to look.  Jake
grabbed Pam roughly by her elbow and jerked her to her knees at
his feet.  He shocked everyone by yelling, "Listen to me, you
little cunt!  You lost; I won.  The bet was fair.  I gave you
every opportunity to win, but you wanted those panties off so we
could finger-fuck you without them getting in the way.  If you
had only made a squeak, I'd have handed over six-hundred bucks to
Jerry with a smile.  He would have taken it, too.  Well, you
didn't make a squeak.  You lost.  I'm going to get six-hundred
dollars worth out of your ass if I have to hog tie you, toss you
in my pick-up, drive you to Jefferson Street, and sell your ass
for twenty bucks a pop.
     "I happen to be in a sharing mood and just want to have fun
with my friends in the comfort and privacy of your new home.
Now, if you don't want to party with us here, maybe you'll like
partying downtown.  Either way, you are going to party.  Do you
understand me?"

Jake's words had a sobering effect on Pam.  We both knew he
was dead serious.  She nodded her head meekly.  He helped her to
her feet, saying, "Now, let's see a little enthusiasm on your
part.  If I don't see any, I could use six-hundred bucks."

Pam stepped over to the man she'd been pulled away from.
This time she ran her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts
in sensuous offering.  A slow sway started in her hips as she
moved her left foot out.  She drew his eyes to her crotch by
trailing her painted nails down her front and teased it through
her loins.  She thrust her pelvis out and ran a stiff finger
through her wet lips.  I was directly behind her and could see
that red nail dip between those sexy vaginal peach halves, curl
in, and disappear up the front.  Her white moons swayed
provocatively as she did a sexy grind for him.  The guys were
awe-struck by her beauty and sexuality.

She turned slowly to present him with her rear view.  Our
eyes locked as her hands went behind to stroke her ass cheeks.
Her eyes seemed to say, "I hope you're satisfied."  My eyes
drifted to her crotch.  She had shaved off all of her pubic hair.
Her pussy lips were wet and swollen.  Her clit stuck out
obscenely, pink and shiny.

Pam went to the next man and repeated the performance,
putting more into her act.  As she went around, she grew hotter
and hotter.  Her fingers delved repeatedly into her wet sex.  Her
stance grew wider.  The fourth guy was treated to her bending
from the waist with her ass in his face and feet wide apart.  She
held this pose and pulled her cheeks apart.  She held steady as
he leaned in and buried his face in her beaver.

The fifth guy was on my right.  When she got to him, she
looked at me and lifted her left foot, placing it on the top of
his chair near his right ear.  I looked at her yawning sex as her
fingers played through and entered it.  She bent her knee to
bring her pussy closser to his face.  He leaned in to suck her
clit.  She pressed her crotch to meet his lips.  She pulled her
labia lips apart for his clitty suck.  She looked at me with
passion-glazed eyes while he sucked on her clit.

She let him suck for several minutes, then turned her ass to
him, spread her legs wide, and dipped low.  Her head looked back
at me from between her knees as her hands came up from the inside
and framed her sex.  Her index fingers laid on each cunt lip and
pried out, making a coral-pink oval of her vagina.  He leaned in
and lapped that oval like a dog.  She swayed gently under the
tongueing, never taking her eyes off me.
     She left him in mid lap and stood before me, looking down.
I looked up sheepishly.  A mischievous grin appeared on her face.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I'm ovulating tonight."

She stood and went to Benny, on my left.  This time, her
right foot came up to the chair back by his left ear and she
turned to face me.  Benny entered her cunt with his two middle
fingers and finger-fucked her while Pam ground her cunt on his
fingers.  She bit her lower lip while staring hard at me.

Sex between her and Jack was a foregone conclusion.  After
her rounds, it was obvious to everyone that she'd willingly have
sex with anyone.  By reminding me of her fertility, she was
sending me a message, but I didn't get it.  Did she expect me to
do something to protect her?  Would she protect herself?  Would
she at least let Jack know?  Should I speak up before it got that
far?  She laid that problem in my lap, as though divorcing
herself from the responsibility.  I had to wonder if it really
mattered to her whose baby she had.  Could she be happy with just
anyone's baby?  Could I?

These thoughts never left me as I watched my horny wife
return to Jake.  Jake pulled her to his lap and positioned her so
that her ass rested on his thighs with her legs outside his.  He
pulled her back to his chest and told the two men sitting beside
him to each take a leg and make a wish.  They eagerly reached
down and took a foot, drawing Pam's legs into the splits.  Pam
seemed to enjoy the lewd exposure, showing off her newly
shaved pussy, a pussy she was obviously proud of.  She had every
reason to be proud.  It was the cleanest, sexiest pussy
anyone of us ever saw.  Everyone marveled and fawned over it,
leaning in for a closer look.  Even her asshole looked cute and
sexy, pink and clean.
     Pam shamelessly basked in her exposure and the lewd
attention.  Her pussy hole looked tight, wet, and inviting.  Her
clit was completely in the open and standing tall.  Jack brought
his hands to her crotch and manipulated her aroused flesh.  His
fingers delved into her hole and teased over her clit making her
loll her
head on his shoulders and swoon.  Jack said, "Well, now that
we've gotten to know the physical Pam, let's get up close and
personal.  We don't want any secrets between us, do we, Pam?"
She shook her head.  He went on, "Did Jerry know you shaved
your pussy?"

"No, I did it this afternoon."

"Why did you shave it?"

"I wanted to look sexy."

"Why?  Did you plan on showing it to us?"

"I wanted to be ready, just in case."

"Did you masturbate thinking about this game?"

"Yes, constantly."

"What were your thoughts?  Tell us what you imagined might
happen."

"I pictured Jerry losing and having to bet my clothes.  I
pictured him losing my clothes.  Then, I had to serve you all
naked.  When Jerry got a great hand, he showed it to me and asked
if he could bet sex with me for the pot.  I said yes, and he
lost.  I pictured you winning the hand and carrying me upstairs
to our bedroom and making love to me."

"Well, you weren't far off, were you?"

"No."

"You do realize that we are all going to fuck you, don't
you?"

"Yes!"

"I hope you're doing something about birth control."

Pam looked to me and waited.  I don't know why, but I froze.
After several seconds, Pam said, "It's all right; I'm on the
pill."

"Good.  Pam, how would you feel about becoming the new
company whore.  The last one we had ran off and got married. It
pays five-hundred a week.  There's light office duties, some
typing and book work.  Other than that, it's just taking care of
fifteen horny men."
     Pam looked to me for just a moment then nodded her head.
Jake patted her pussy then set her on her feet.  He said, "You
run on upstairs and get comfortable.  We're going to have us a
pussy drawing."

Pam ran upstairs as Jake shuffled the deck.  We all drew
a card.  I drew the two of spades.  I waited and watched as seven
of my coworkers and my boss made the trip upstairs.  They came
down singing her praises.  Each left after patting me on the back
and saying something like "Better luck next time," or "You're a
good sport, kid."

Jake remained behind after his turn.  We sat together
waiting for Benny to finnish.  It was four in the morning.  Jake
intended to take Pam with him after my turn.  He shook my
shoulder and said, "Face it, kid.  You married a whore.  We
didn't make her that way.  All we did was expose her for what she
is.  Make the most of it.  Think of the money you two will bring
in together."  Jake peeled off five one-hundred dollar bills and
said, "Look, here's an advance on her salery.  I know you're
tapped."

I said, "Thanks," as Benny came trudging downstairs.  He said,
"She's all yours kid.  You better hang on tight, she's awfull
slippery."  He laughed, grabbed his coat, and left.

I went up with great trepidation.  Pam was sprawled on our
bed on her back.  The bed was down to bare mattress.  Pam was
literally covered with sperm.  It was in her hair, on her face,
pooled between her tits, and she lay in a big puddle of it.  She
turned her head and smiled weakly.  I sat by her side, looking
into her glazed eyes.  A strand of fresh cum draped her nose.
One run reached her lips as I looked on.  She calmly licked at
it.  She reached between her legs and scooped a handful of cum on
her fingers, stuffing it up her cunt.  She said, "I think I'm
pregnant."

I looked at her sperm-drenched pussy and said, "I think you
are too."

"Do you want to place any bets on who the father might be?"
I shook my head.  "Why didn't you say something?  I gave you the
opportunity."

"Why didn't you?"

"If you didn't care, I didn't either.  You had your chance."

I pulled out the money and said, "Jake gave you an
advance on your salery."

She took the money and smiled.  She sat up and thumbed
through the bills.  She said, "I forgot about that.  I'm the new
company whore."

"You are if you take that money."

"I'm taking the money, Jerry.  I earned it.  Don't be mad,
okay."

"I'm not mad.  You win some, you lose some."

"You're a good sport, Jerry.  I'm glad I married you."

THE END