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(MF, exh, reluc, oral, bd) *** Author note: Part four of the continuing story of "The games we play" - each story is tied to the others, even though each story is a different episode it would still behoove you to read the previous chapters. *** Hi, this is Jen, since this is my show this time John and I felt it would be better hearing it from me. John read my email rant and was very attentive and concerned that perhaps he'd gone too far. He hadn't, and I endeavored to show him how much he'd opened up for me, for us actually. It was funny, with all that happened to me that night, and the soreness, I still woke up that Sunday morning (well, maybe it was afternoon) with one thought in my mind. It was the thought of how to drag that wonderful pervert I love to the same incredible place he dragged me, though nearly kicking and screaming. The idea formed quickly. It formed out of love, soreness, pleasure, shame all rolled together. I knew almost immediately that it should start with teasing, denial, and forced abstinence (on his part, at least). I began that part right away. John had neglected to fuck me that night, much to his chagrin later. I awoke that Sunday still in my coat, and nothing else. I showered away the remnants of the previous night and caught a glimpse in the mirror of how totally used I had been. The bruises I knew were coming were there. Purple and black splotches were everywhere, my neck, all over my tits, my ass. The words "COCK SLUT" were still dark and clear against my light skin. I knew how much John would love to see all this and I decided that that would be my first action in my plan. He wouldn't be allowed to see me. Not my tits, not my pussy, or my ass. Somehow he'd have to earn privileges back. Each idea like that led to another. I didn't let him see me that night when he returned from work. We always sleep nude, and most often together. We only occasionally sleep in separate rooms when, for example, one doesn't want to wake the other after staying up late. I know that he was replaying last night over and over in his head, probably driving him to distraction. This would work tremendously in my favor. The plan started developing quickly. Sunday night I came to bed wearing my pajama tops and bottoms, he knew something was up. I informed him then that he was not going to see any part of me until I decided, and that it would just be the prelude to our next game. I'm sure it both perked and surprised him that I was invoking another game idea so quickly. I put that to rest. I told him that this was going to be an endurance game for him, that I was in no position to start full into the game due to my 'condition' (though truth be told I knew I'd be ready very soon). I told him that he would now have to earn rights to me, seeing me, touching me, eventually (I emphasized) having sex with me. I could see his face light up, obviously ready to start whenever I wanted. He had no idea how difficult I was going to make it for him. That night when we spooned he kept rubbing up against me, he tried to steal quick feels, but I kept pushing him away. "No way dear, I'll let you know when you can do anything, got it?" He nodded meekly. After that night, I decided to further torture him by sleeping in the guest bedroom. That way, he'd not even be able to hold me and press his dick against my backside when we were sleeping (like I couldn't feel that!). The next morning I laid out more rules as he was bringing me my pre-work morning coffee. "Rule number 1, you are not allowed to jack off," I said as I saw his pained expression. "Yes, I know you can cheat, but I can often tell just by your 'energy' level so keep that in mind. If I find out then our trust in our game play is gone and I guarantee you'll be sorry for that." He nodded. I knew he wouldn't, we both are the same that way. I know from previous discussions with John, and other men, that they get 'blue balls' from repeated or persistent hard-ons. John says its very painful but that it goes away after awhile, only to return with repeated denials of pleasure. It wasn't my intention to make him hurt like that it was more that I just wanted to get him so fucking aroused that he agreed to things I was planning. I guess I didn't mind inflicting a little pain on him though, after all, my pussy and ass still throbbed. I stood up and kissed him and of course, he tried to grope me a little. I pushed his hand away disgustedly. "At least let me see something... anything... I've been dying to see what 'it' looks like," he said, meaning my bruised hidden areas. "No fucking way," I snapped, that brings me to Rule number 2, "anything you want to see, or touch will also be allowed to be seen, or be touched, by someone the same day (I know he feared the work thing, since it was a work day, I used it I however, because I knew how much this tweaked him.) I jokingly started to dance in front of him, cupping my breasts, swaying my hips, all the while asking him, "You want to see these titties? A glimpse of my ass perhaps?" I could see him gulp. Oh he wanted it all right, but he managed to shake his head no. I playfully skipped out the door, knowing that each time it was going to be more difficult for him. I kept him on edge for the next few days that way, while the rest of my plan started to gel. Then it had I laid some of it out to him (on his company email, which I know he hates-tee hee). "John, Has it been tough not seeing your sexy girlfriend naked? Do you miss my tits baby? Do you miss my sexy round ass? Do you sit around and wonder what these beautiful marks on me look like? Do you know that I consider them badges of honor? I have started getting myself aroused seeing them, feeling them in their painful glory. I'm more of a pain slut than either of us knew, I'm glad you allowed that to be brought out in me. "I know you are watching me, looking for chances to 'catch' me, coming out of the shower, behind the bedroom door. I see you, like a teenager trying to peep into the girl's shower. It's not going to happen, unless I say so. The game that we're going to start playing is actually and ironically controlled by you. Think of this game as our version of "Deal or no deal". Basically, your pleasure is totally derived only from making a choice, one way or the other, based on things I've set up. Before this happens I have to make something clear about our relationship and its rules. We've had a few of these games and we usually set the rules pretty clearly, however, in our daily life, I need some clarification. When we are hot and heavy, having or talking sex, I know you like to bring up things that seem to totally get you off (they do me too, but why give him that satisfaction right now). One relationship rule I think we need to clarify, one way or the other, to either keep it as fantasy or make it real. This is a lifestyle thing more than a game thing. Here it is. You always make a point of saying that, 'if you tease, you please." or, "you promise, you deliver," You say it all the time. You've told me, especially when horny, that when teasing and flirting get to a certain point, I should be required to please from that point on and not deny the one teased sort of as punishment for getting them excited. From what I've gathered from you this point is usually either when my tits, pussy or ass gets exposed, or when touching becomes overtly sexual. Also, you've said that when I promise someone something, that I should always deliver. I told you I have some things I haven't told you. However, I will only bring these things up if you email me back. I want your answer in an email baby. Where are we in our relationship, as far as either the teasing or promising thing? Is it just fantasy, or is it what you want in reality? Think about it carefully. If you don't want it, then I will never consider it as a real possibility again and I will consider the things I tell guys as little white lies and that's the end of it. If it's real, consider all the consequences carefully before agreeing. "If you tease you please," and "If you promise you deliver," those are powerful words and could lead to some serious reactions. Consider carefully, I await your reply, I only want a one word answer, and only in the subject box, either, 'Fantasy' or 'Reality' then I will write you the rest of the email I planned, based on your reply." I knew this would drive him crazy. Making HIM be the responsible one for whatever happens. I know he really craves the cock slut that I was developing into, but would he open up the door further, based on his own fantasies, being the one responsible for allowing me to make it happen. The reply took longer than expected. "Reality," it said. I smiled, knowing it would not be any different. I typed back to him: "Thank you for your quick response," I typed with a mock business type tone. "I just wanted to be clear on that point before I continued. The reason I brought it up is this, I know you and I have our games and I know you think, or wish, that it can be controlled by just us. For the most part that's true. But, other people, especially men, you should know this dear, have their own agendas. Men will take advantage of any opportunity with a known slut like me. So you thought it was funny allowing the desk clerk to ogle and fondle me? The first thing he did after you left me at the doors was come up behind me and fondle my ass, his fingers found my sore pussy. He played with your girlfriend dear, right out in the lobby, then, just before you drove up he took his cell phone out and took pictures of me, all of me, the cum, the red marks, the "COCK SLUT" on my ass. You see baby, when we start these games, people, especially the men, will take their own pleasure into account, regardless of our 'plans'. His response was a single word, "Wow!" "We certainly have reached a new stage," I replied, "you know this means this girl here is most certainly going to have to please a lot of people, more so than in the past, we'll talk when you get home." I'm sure he stewed on this for hours before he got home, I even wondered if he was tempted to touch his no doubt excited cock. When he got home we had a long discussion. We both agreed that we'd like to explore this sexual experimentation more, especially me with others. He called it the 'girlfriend slut' thing. We talked about us both wanting me to continue to dress provocatively and even more so now. We mutually concluded that this was now getting into a lifestyle thing rather than just a game thing. We assured each other of our love and to pull back if necessary, but we each could see the fire in each other's eyes talking about it. He assured me he was serious about the teasing and promising thing, and that he'd always hoped I would take him up on that. I assured him that I'd try to be careful with who I teased or promised. To think, all this time *I* was afraid to make it happen even though the thought turned me on so much, because I was afraid he would think less of me. One example that came to mind was when his brother stayed at our house a couple times, and John and I would be having sex, he'd tease me that I should 'go down to the other bedroom,' I never would have considered he was serious until now, even if I'd have done it if I knew he was serious. We agreed to be open and honest about it, and to share everything. We both wanted to continue our game play and weave it into this new lifestyle. We both told each other that we were the best lovers either of us have ever had, or will ever have and we don't want to lose that. It brought us closer, we both felt it. We were both ready. I told him that I have many ideas and that the new game had started with the denial, but that he should expect it to include our new relationship 'update'. I was killing him for the rest of the week. He was totally on edge and I could see his cock straining when I'd be around him because I tend to wear tight things normally, but I made especially sure everything I wore was form fitting I wore tight capri's around the house, tight t-shirts, everything snug and body hugging. I could see his eyes bug out every time I'd catch him ogling me with impure thoughts. I found myself very mesmerized by the bruises which were now at the peak where I knew they'd start fading. I'll admit (but not to him) that I fondled myself in the mirror, recalling how I got them. I wanted a way to remember them before they were gone. I got out my digital camera and posed for some shots so that I'd always remember how great it looked having been marked up like that. I knew that teasing John with my body would torment him but of course, knowing his stubbornness, like mine, I knew that I'd have to escalate in order to reach my goals, to get him to agree to things just so that he could cum. The game was on. It was now Friday morning and I knew John had a later day than me so I chose my outfit carefully. I came down to the kitchen wearing my powder blue, short sleeved Cashmere sweater. It buttoned down the front which suited my purpose. I had on a plaid, pleated knee length skirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, partly because of what I wanted, but also partly because my nipples were still so sore and sensitive from all the attention before. I'd even had to wear band aids the first couple days and really soft tops because of it. I found being braless was more comfortable, especially against the soft Cashmere. The fact that my nipples show when I'm aroused would just be a bonus. He was wearing just his boxers. I saw him watching me like a lion eyeing an Impala. Good, it was the effect I was looking for. I sat down with my coffee. He was staring a hole in my chest. I saw him readjust himself. "See something you like?" I smiled wickedly. "God baby, you have to let me touch you, see you... something." He pleaded. I was ready for this and sprang into action. I kicked my chair away and went over to him, straddled his legs with me standing in front of him. I slowly traced my hand up his boxers, yes, his cock was rising. He went to put his hand on my hip and I brushed it away. "Oh god baby that's not fair," he moaned as my fingertip traced through the material, up to the tip. "Of course it's fair," I snapped, "I didn't say I couldn't touch you, in fact I'll touch anywhere and everywhere I want, whenever I want!" "Oh shit!" he panted when I pulled my finger off his boxers. "Now, back to my question, see anything you like?" I said as I cupped my breasts together and squeezed. The sweater buttoned up to a respectable level. It was at the top now. He urged me to show him more. "You know that everything I show you gets shown today at work, right?" He grimaced and nodded. "So, more baby?" I teased, he was fidgeting in his chair. "How about just one lil' ol' button," I said and started my hands to opening it before hesitating, waiting for the word. He whispered, 'just one,' so I continued. I cupped my breasts again, this time pushing my ample cleavage towards the top of the sweater. He could see some of the firmness of the tops of my tits and a nice glimpse of the insides of the valley. I swayed in front of him, teasing him with what was showing. "More baby?" I urged, moving my fingers to the next button. He grunted uncomfortably, he was starting to slightly tremble, I'm sure he wondered what two buttons revealed and was weighing it in his head. Would it show too much at work? I cheated and ran my hand back up his rigid staff through his underwear. I wanted to push him. He grunted, "fuck... two... just two..." and I smiled. I undid the second one. Two buttons on this would be inappropriate office wear, one would get a good look at much of the tops of my tits, as well as a good ways into my deep cleavage, though hardly arrest worthy. But when I cupped my tits together I'm sure it looked to John like my whole tits were showing. "Mmmmm that sure looks like a lot of tit baby," I smirked, "I hope the boys won't mind." John was sweating now. I danced in place, holding his knees together with mine. His cock was stiff and the head was pushing the waistband out. "More, babe?" I cooed. He shook his head no, any more and my tits would no doubt be visible looking from either side. "Are you sure baby?" I grinned and started to lean towards him. His eyes were wide now. I knew that if I leaned over, with two buttons undone, that if I was bent fully at the waist, that the sweater would fall away from my body enough now to show my whole tits, including the nipples. I figured he knew this too. "No more?" I smiled. "Wow, and there are some really nice bruises on my tits baby, I think that if I bent over enough, you'd be able to see what you want, oh well, too bad they are all going to be gone by the time I 'm done with you." He gasped at that thought. I started to reach for my buttons. His hand caught mine and stopped me. He didn't speak he just looked pleadingly up at me. "You want me to bend baby? You want me to show you my titties, you want me to show someone at work my bruised tits baby?" I had him totally conflicted and steely hard. He just dipped his head and nodded. "Here you go my sick little peeper," I said while I bent over every so slowly, revealing everything he wanted to see. I know he could see my tits in their fullness, hanging down, the nipples, erect against the soft material and the bruises he so cavalierly allowed someone to give to me. I gave him a good long look. He was breathing heavily (you ladies out there really should try sex denial with teasing, it really works wonders). I straightened up quickly, "I guess that's it," I said abruptly. "Now I just have to figure out a reasonable way to allow someone at work to have the same vantage point." He groaned his discomfort. He begged that he needed it. "Sure you do, that's the point," I chuckled. I tried to step away but his hand caught mine and held me there. "Are you saying you want more baby?" He nodded and wanted to touch me but I told him that for sure that was not allowed. If he wanted more right now, it had to be visual only. He begged me for more. "Ok, wow, I guess someone at work is really going to get a show today." I turned and straddled his legs again, this time facing away. "Would you like to see my ass baby?" I cooed. He was straining to control himself, I knew he didn't want that, someone at work seeing my ass, in its beaten glory. He temporarily lost the battle within, and asked for more. I grinned at how easily this was going, he was losing his nerve already, though there was still such a long journey ahead, he'd have more chances to try and keep his pride. I began to inch my skirt up slowly. I finally reached the point where I knew the roundness of my ass cheeks would just peek out ever so slightly. His hands were on his crotch as if to try and hold down the erectness. "More baby, another two inches perhaps?" I knew this would test him, he'd see I had on a thong, and another inch or two would reveal some of the lovelier bruises. "No, um... no... that's enough," he choked out. "Are you sure baby? I can tell you that you are missing the parts where you had them all pinch and slap me..." I teased. "No, stop!" he begged. "Ok, but again, you may never see them on me again... I said as started to edge the skirt down. "Two inches! he barked, "JUST two," he panted. I smiled to myself. He began to see what I'd been enjoying from the pictures I took of me, the thong, the handprints, pinch marks. Again, I let him enjoy a long look. "More baby?" I purred, ready to reveal my entire ass to him. He knew what that would mean and he made me stop. He pushed me off him. "No more," he said haltingly. I stopped and stepped away from him and straightened out my skirt. I kissed him goodbye and as I was leaving I said aloud, "Showing most of my ass, now that will take some doing, I wonder if showing my tits and half my ass constitutes teasing." I giggled under my breath. I could sense the blood leaving his face even if I didn't turn around to see it. Yes, this is working out quite nicely," I thought, as I closed the door. I really didn't expect him to let me show him that much. He knew what it meant though, and allowed it. It was as I wanted from our game, so I devised a plan quickly. I knew if I exposed myself to Brian, or Mike, that the teasing would lead to me repeating my performance with them. Been there, done that. I had to pick a new target. I didn't mind keeping John on edge with the threat of the sex at work thing, but now I was free to pick and choose who I wanted to include in our games and our lifestyle, and I smiled at the possibilities. I knew who I wanted to target, and I quickly developed a plan. Mike, Brian and the rest of the crew couldn't stop ogling my braless tits through the sweater. Gosh darn it but the excitement of the situation kept my nipples harder longer than I expected. Brian cornered me and had his hands on my tits before I could push past him. Damn, just his running his hands over my nipples showed me how sore they still were, but I had to grin. I had an idea. I had a little project that I was working on for my immediate boss. Phil was around 35 (I'm 27 and John is 32). He was a tennis player, very handsome and in good athletic shape. I always had a bit of a lust for him. Sadly, he wasn't at the Christmas party that night or, who knows. Anyway, I threw my hastily devised plan into action. I called him to come to my office over a question I had about the project. I was at my desk, in my chair. This chair has a back support and is separated by two thin bars from the cushioned seat. Quickly, I pulled my skirt up, to about the height that I remembered letting John ogle. I held the skirt up and then jammed myself back against the backrest, thereby pinning my skirt up. This would allow Phil to see pretty much everything that John saw. I figured that, to be fair, since I was sitting, most of my flesh would be in the chair, so to make up for the fact that that part would be out of sight for him I figured I just needed to lean forward enough to allow him to see more. First, I had to get him behind me somehow, then I had to lean forward without allowing the skirt to fall back in place, and lastly I had to do it all without totally embarrassing myself. I know I'm hard to embarrass, but this is my boss, I wasn't sure how he'd take it yet if he knew it was on purpose. I didn't have time to practice leaning forward, he arrived too quickly. He came in and stood in front of my desk. "Damn him, get behind me," I urged in my head. I kept referring to the papers I had in front of me, pointing and gesturing. Before he could take the papers and just flip them around so he could see it I just told him to come take a look. It worked, he walked around behind me. He was so close I wasn't sure he'd even see anything, he probably needed to back up so I had an inspiration. "Open the blinds a bit please sir, these may be too dark for you to see clearly." He turned and opened the blinds. When he turned back I could feel him behind me, but not close, he was hesitating, it worked! I knew he got a good look before he came back right behind me. This time I could feel him lean in, then lean back, no doubt ogling me every chance he got. We talked for a bit about the project and I wanted to give him one really good look before he left and I still hadn't bent over yet and he was about to leave. I leaned way forward, as carefully as I could, as if to reach for a pen I'd placed on the other edge of the desk. Luckily for me (and him) the skirt stayed bunched up, even as it pulled away from backrest. He took it all in, it was obvious. I didn't get to see much of his face when he walked out, I'm sure he was either blushing or perhaps hiding something growing in his pants. I could only laugh to myself. "Well, that worked out, now on to the tits," I thought. My chance arrived near the end of the day, Phil wanted my summary of the project. He has a large desk, much larger than mine, and higher (he's the boss you know!). I'm not a tall thing so I calculated, correctly as I later found out, how much bend it would require for me to lean over that desk. I already knew how this was going to happen. I marched into his office as confidently as one can who is about to show her tits to someone that's never seen them. My buttons were undone in just the same fashion as with John. I walked up to the front of his desk before he could come around and take the papers from me. He started to stand, which would've fucked up the whole deal and I'd end up basically having to flash him somehow, which I didn't want. I motioned for him to stay seated, "Relax, I have a couple questions," I said cunningly. The papers were in front of him, I began to lean forward to him to point at something on the page. He didn't react at first, he was focused on what I was talking about (some men are gentlemen, there are some out there). But I kept making an issue of one part of the page, which kept me bent over there, hanging out for him, if he'd just look. Well, look he did, he had on those half readers and once he knew what was showing to him he made a point of tapping the page at a certain thing and when he'd think my eyes were on that he'd shoot a look over his glasses. He got bolder as we talked and pretty soon he was hiding his gaze somewhat with his readers, stealing long looks over the top of them, when it looked like he was looking down. He saw them, he got a fantastic look, I know. I walked out flushed myself, knowing that now that I've teased him, at some point, I'd be pleasing him. I could feel my pussy start to tingle, it hadn't been a week since my use but already I knew that it would be soon, I wanted it. John's expression was priceless when I told him. I think he was just glad though, that it wasn't Brian. I could tell he was suffering from a bit of pain in the balls by now, at times I could see him walking gingerly. That night, while he lay in his bed pouting, in the other room, I pulled up the pictures of me I had taken and brought myself to orgasm several times, thinking about them and about Phil. I'm sure John heard me, adding to his torment. As a couple we have sex 3 or 4 times a week regularly, sometimes more and now it was going on a week since he'd had his luscious girlfriend and it was starting to get to him. I missed making love to him too, but at least I could scratch the itch before it happened. Saturday morning I brought the next part into action. Since neither of us was working I couldn't use the work tease thing on him. I had set this up with Herb previously, only if I thought John was ready, which I think he now was. I had on just a sexy robe that I didn't bother fastening too tight. It came down to just above my knees. John's eyes were ready to devour me. For some reason, he seems even hornier in the mornings, so I took advantage of this. His lust was evident, his kisses were deep, his eyes burned with a fire I'd only seen when we were first going together. I blew into the room like a breeze, allowing the robe to flow freely, perhaps giving him a precious peek. It hit the mark. He was watching. I was making breakfast for us and I noticed from the reflection in the window that John was freely ogling my ass, only covered by the thinnest of material. The robe rode up into my crack a little, even accentuating my ass curves more. I could see Herb relaxing in his lounge chair next door. I had the radio on, I was moving to the music, and it was of great interest to John. Finally, I turned my head over my shoulder to him, "Like what you see sir?" and of course he nodded. I continued cooking, his eyes still on me, I went back to shaking my ass slightly to the music. It was getting too hot for him. He came up behind me suddenly and started caressing my shoulders. I allowed it. He kissed my neck and started kissing down to my shoulders on each side. His hands encircled me, first kneading my hips, then my stomach, inching ever so slightly up. "Uh uh mister," that's a forbidden zone. He groaned loudly and went back to kissing on me, and mmmm I was getting wet, not that he'd get to find that out. As usual he complained that we were out of cream for the coffee, which he'd rather do than actually go buy some, I don't use the cream anyway. I made a mental note of that. "I have to have it baby," he begged. "You have to have what?" I asked "You, in some way, isn't there some sort of deal I can do...to cum?" he moaned. Perfect, the next step had arrived. "That would be up to you sweetie," I said and I sat him down. "I suppose you want me to drop this robe right now." He eagerly nodded. "So you are going to want me naked for this deal?" I asked sweetly. He couldn't have responded 'yes' any faster. "I see," I said with a scowl, but that means that if you see me totally nude, with my robe off, that someone else has to see me the same way today. Since I'm not working today, how can I rectify that?" I asked, already having my own answer supplied. "I don't know," he whimpered, "I just need it." I swung my idea into action, it couldn't have been more perfect time. "Ok, here's the deal, I drop this robe right now, I allow you five minutes to look, NO touching, I'll just stand here, and not move." "O-ok," he stammered hopefully, waiting for the rest. "Then, after five minutes, I walk out the back door, stark naked, just as you wanted me. I see that Herb is outside. He gets to see me, just as you will. You will sit on this chair (which I pushed in front of the sliding glass door, facing the backyard) You will watch me show a neighbor my naked body, just because you made it happen. I'm doing everything that happens because you gave the ok, agreed? He nodded. Then, when I am done outside, I will come back in, and give you your deal. You have the control, you accept, you can have my pussy or whatever you want, and the game is over, you don't, and I get dressed and the game goes on." "Yes, yes, ok, but five whole minutes, and I get to time you," he said excitedly, thinking he'd stolen a small victory from me because he'd also get to watch me naked for the time I was with Herb. I love surprising him. I watched his eyes swoon the moment I dropped my robe to the floor. He gasped and I just laughed. He got a good look at everyone's handiwork, good for him. He lingered around behind me, taking in my ass for most of his time before finally getting his last timed glimpse of my bruised nipples, which he seemed to enjoy. "Time's up!" I chirped, and I pushed him down in his chair, "Be right back!" I replied purposely bubbly. I'm glad Herb was still there when I walked out, I really wanted this to happen. I secretly hoped John would take the deal, if it worked out as I expected it to because I missed his cock, the wonderful way we make love, probably as much as he missed it. Herb saw me and nearly sprinted over to the fence. John saw it all. He saw us making small talk over the fence. Me, in my birthday suit, Herb fully dressed. He saw Herb unzip his pants. John saw his girlfriend drop to her knees in the grass. He saw Herb stick his dick through the pickets, he saw me take his cock in my mouth. He saw Herb massage my tits which I presented through the fence for him. He watched as his girlfriend sucked the next door neighbor off. He saw Herb spasm. He saw Herb thank me, then watched as I walked back in. I took John's coffee cup out of his hand, I spit all of Herb's seed into his coffee. I slammed it on the table, "there is your cream, DRINK it!" "No fucking way!" John said, incredulously. "That's your deal, you drink that coffee now, here, in front of me, or I get dressed and no pussy. Take it or leave it." I hoped to god he would do it, my pussy was also aching from all the teasing and now sucking a cock, naked, knees in the dirt. I know he's not homophobic and he seems to have no problem kissing and sharing his own cum with me after a nice blow job but another man's cum? I knew this was a good challenge for him, let's see how badly he wanted to cum. He knew I was serious. Bless his heart though, he said, "no deal" and poured the coffee down the sink. I laugh now at how easy on him it would have gone if he'd just done it. *** The next day was Sunday and I came down the same way, in a shorter, sexier robe. I offered him the chance to see me nude again. He knew what it would mean though, so he said no. "What else I can do, I've really got to have it soon baby," he begged. I told him that he'd have to wait, but we both knew neither of us wanted it to last that long. In fact this week would be the longest we'd gone without sex with each other in our whole relationship. I missed John's cock as much as he missed using it on me. On Monday John left before me so I didn't have to repeat my performance. I was like a cat and a scratching post, I was horny as hell and the opportunity to take care of it was back at work. It seems my show at work the other day had reaped benefits for our game that I hadn't expected. I knew I'd have to work in Phil somehow, but he made it easy. Probably because of my show to him (sure, it could've been my work too, but, I really DO have a great body), on Monday Phil asked me to go to Reno for a business trip on Wednesday. We'd be back home the next morning after another quick meeting. Normally the bosses can do this by themselves but asking me to go wasn't so unusual that he'd think it was suspicious, I've been to them before, sometimes they bring their subordinates in with them for support. I told John that night. I told him, "remember last week when you couldn't contain yourself and you allowed me to show you my tits and my ass?" He looked up with shock. "Well, I just want you to know that I did what I was required to do." I know he was thinking madly, 'not Brian, not Brian." I told him I'd slyly allowed Phil to see those precious bits that he'd also seen and as a result of that Phil asked me to go on the trip Wednesday. He knew what that meant. "Yes baby, I have to please him, it's your way," I scolded. "You control this all baby, don't you see? What Phil got to see, what Phil gets to use, it was all because you agreed, TELL me, who allowed me to be seen by someone at work, who is allowing that person to have their way with me, who is allowing his girlfriend to nakedly suck off the neighbor? WHO?" I smiled, poking him playfully in the chest. "Me" he said shamefully. He missed my quick grin. It was easy enough to put up with my sucking off Herb, even though he's missed my mouth madly, but for another man to perhaps get that pussy before he does? I knew it would send him in all the right places. He wanted my pussy again but he wouldn't be the next to get it. Phil was totally professional throughout the quick flight there, during the pre-lecture discussions, and the presentation itself. I was wondering if I'd have to throw myself at him in order to fulfill my slutty duties. I would have, whatever it took, I'd have done it, it was a new open world for me and I was getting off on it. My chance came when the work part was over. We were having a company paid meal in a nice restaurant, sharing a little wine, having a few laughs. I noticed Phil getting more loose with his tongue with each glass of wine so I kept ordering him more when he wasn't looking, or I'd pour mine into his when he was in the bathroom. His loose lips were what helped me out. He leaned over to me at one point, with a serious face. "Jennifer, you know I like you... I shouldn't be saying this but... since I do like you, since you are an asset to the company... well, I've heard um... rumors... about you," he said with a hint of drunkenness. "What kind of rumors, sir?" asked in a surprised tone. "Well, sexual rumors..." He looked up to gauge my reaction. Seeing no shock he continued. "...I mean its none of my business or anything... but I have to say that I'm worried about you." "Why?" I shrugged. "It's just that... well... along with the rumors... as for rumors I'd have thought it was just typical malicious office gossip... but... when I saw you... er... inadvertently of course... I thought I saw some bruising... well... I became concerned. Are you all right at home?" He asked, obviously thinking that John beat me up. "Oh my god sir, yes I'm ok!" "But the rumors... then the bruises..." I knew this was the opening I needed. "Sir, do not go thinking John beat me up or anything." I leaned in close to him, allowing him a good look down my cleavage. "It's just that, well... we kind of like to play a little rough sometimes... ya know?" I said, my face just a few inches from his ear. "Are you sure Jennifer? That just seemed a little... you know... excessive ...for my taste." "And what would that taste be sir?" I asked. I had him going. "Well," he started, now red faced, "I like to treat a woman like a queen." "But what if the queen likes it kind of rough, you know, sometimes," I retorted. "Well," he said, pausing, "I do try and give the woman what she wants," he said, sliding his hand onto my knee. I took the bold step of helping him along and I leaned in to kiss him. "Jennifer, are you sure this is ok with you?" he asked, obviously fearing future harassment issues. "I'm sure sir, I'm no tease," I grinned. "Call me Phil, we're not at the office anymore," he said, as he enveloped my lips again with his. "I'd rather call you sir," I winked, clearly showing my desires. He just smiled. We walked arm in arm back to our adjoining rooms. I'm sure Phil still had no idea if this was going where he thought it was going until I said, 'It's a shame we're going to be wasting an entire hotel room," and I giggled. Yes, he get the point. Phil was a wonderful lover for what I needed at that point, he was slow, caring, and tender. I really needed tender at that point, regardless of what I'd said to him before. He asked about why my ass was so red and I just giggled and shrugged. I didn't want to tell him that I'd scrubbed and scrubbed the writing off over the last week. Phil was great with his hands and even better with his tongue, he got me off several times even before he took his cock out. I made sure that I returned the favor. I gave him some slow and luxurious head, then got on top of him and rode his dick slowly. I made sure I asked where he wanted to cum, I wanted to give it to him like he wanted. I'm not sure why he chose my mouth but as he was about to pop, I jumped off him and jacked his cock off into my mouth. I wanted him to know that I enjoyed it so I swirled my tongue around my lips, catching it all, then downed it in front of him like the good little slut I am. Phil's fucking showed me that I was back, and ready for more. I made sure John heard every detail when I got home. His arousal was evident, even with the look of pain on his face. He wanted my pussy, he knew he'd have to have it some time and some time soon. I was just as eager for him to succeed. In the meantime he was loving this, in the same way that I was loving what I was doing. He was still a ways in my game away from riding his sweetie's pussy so I began weighing all this against what he'd done 'to ' me. He had me jack off 4 guys, one grudge fuck me, and publicly exhibit myself, no, I concluded, I'm not being too rough, I thought. What could I possibly do to him, that would make him want to fuck me so bad he'd sell his soul? I knew we both ached for it to happen. *** That night I left the door to my room open just a little, while I was masturbating, and I could hear him try and listen from just outside the door. I came hard on my fingers knowing he was out there, and also thinking of my next possibility. Herb had asked us to his next party that Friday. I needed to come up with a plan to finally push John over the edge, so I could let him get that pussy he so longed for. It was almost two weeks now, an eternity for us. I doubt John had gone two weeks without at least jerking off since he reached puberty. Herb was getting boring to me, but I knew a chance to poke John existed and I'd damn well take it. I made sure Mark or Peggy wasn't going to be there, I'd need a rest from that whole thing for awhile. I let John know about the party, that I'd have instructions for him when he got home. He was expectedly excited. I hinted that, 'this might be the night.' I wasn't sure what or how I was going to get John to that point but something happened unexpectedly that made it all happen better than I could have imagined. Someone called me that day, someone I didn't figure into the plan. "Yo, Jen, it's me, I couldn't reach Brian..." "Yes Jeff, he's at work, he's probably busy, he'll be home later than usual." "Ok, well, I'm going to have a layover this evening and I just thought I'd have a couple hours to pop by, spend some time, then catch the red eye, don't worry, I'll just cab it over." He said, causing me a panic over my formulating plans. Jeff was as close to John as anyone in the world, we only got to see him a couple times a year. If anything took precedence over our play, a chance to see him would be it. "Um, sure... uh... why don't you call when you are like ten minutes away, then if John's not home yet, we'll play it by ear," I said, while I thought the night would be ruined. I couldn't say no to him, John and he are so close, and rarely get to see each other any more. I wanted to take John to that place that he took me with the previous game. I wanted to make him have to do something just as embarrassing, and of course wonderful, as he made me do. I really wanted this to work out for John and me, but if tonight's party didn't work out I figured I'd might have to give in. If this new thing ruined our plans I guessed I'd just give up and let John have me. We both wanted it so bad I really didn't want us to have to wait any longer, even though I really hate to lose. I was willing to still try and make it happen though, and I hoped against hope that somehow I could manage to squeeze it all in around our unexpected visitor. I called John and told him about Jeff and his first question was whether that would disrupt my plans for the night. I told him that it might, but that we both needed to work around it best we can, to see if we can make it happen. He was all for it. I got home later than I wanted to, giving me less time to prepare. I had gone out and gotten myself another outfit which was suitably revealing. It was a tight, stretchy mini skirt with a matching stretchy top. It was belly baring, as I enjoy showing as much skin as I can. It was definitely an outfit for a younger woman but I'm still in great shape and this was part of our new desire to dress more slutty. It most certainly achieved that goal. It was basically a, 19 year old girl at a nightclub, fare. I began to tart myself up even more with my makeup, laying on the eyelashes thick and dark, putting on more rouge than necessary and topping it off with some lusty shiny red lipstick. It was an outfit for a whore, I know, but I was just going next door where they've seen it all before. I figured I'd go next door since the party had started, mingle and see what thing I could cook up that would drive John over the top. I left John a note with instructions on what I wanted him to do. I was hoping that this would all develop quickly. I hoped John would get home in time, I'd do what I had in mind, then even if Jeff showed up after that, that we'd drop him off at the airport, then fuck each other nutty. That was the idea anyway. I felt deliciously naughty the way I was dressed and the thoughts I had dancing in my head. I was an instant hit at the party, I could tell several of the men there were possibly interested for some play later. One in particular interested me. He was a bald, thick, muscular guy with tattoos that started on his forearms and continued up under his shirt. He fit the bill of a typical biker guy, though knowing Herb and his circle of friends, he was probably an accountant or something. The biker look added to my already heightened excitement. In the past, as we'd drive by a seedy looking bar with motorcycles out front, John would often kid me that he was going to drop me off and leave me to find my own way home. It was just a tease for us, but I'd get hot every time, just thinking about it. I thought this would add interest for John, as well. This guy, Gil, showed his interest in me right away and took every chance he could get to pull me aside, talk me up, and caress my legs when we were chatting on the couch. I needed to time everything, I still had to wait for John to arrive so I had to pace Gil, I didn't want it to happen prematurely, but I also didn't want to lose him from the hook. I allowed just enough flirting, just enough touching to keep him interested. He just had gotten his hand under my skirt, his fingers brushing my panties, when John finally called. "Hey baby, I'm home. I got your note, wow." I'd told him to strip, march himself upstairs and sit in the chair I'd positioned for him at our window, overlooking the neighbor's yard. I also had added handcuffs to his instructions. I was going to have it so that his hands would be cuffed to the chair itself. I'd positioned his field binoculars on a stand on the window sill. Even though you could see Herb's backyard pretty well, I wanted him to be able to see every detail and add to his torment. I'm sure it was clear to him by the instructions what my plans were. I was going to call him just before I was going to bring someone out to the swing, offer him the deal that, he could fuck me tonight as he wished, but someone else gets to have it first. It was hardly the humiliation I had wanted for him, but we were both so wound up for each other by now I couldn't think of anything else to this point. I just figured him having to get a sloppy pussy might do it. It was time for another surprise however. John continued, "Baby, Jeff is here already, he was waiting on the porch when I got home." "Shit!" "I know!" I was panicking. Gil was just about ready, plus, he'd mentioned he was leaving early and might not be around later. "Shit, shit," I thought, this was unraveling like an "I Love Lucy" episode. I told Gil I'd be back and I saw the frustrated look in his horny eyes. He said he 'hoped' he'd be there when I got back. I went back home. I forgot what I was wearing until I opened the door and Jeff's first words were "Holy moley." It made me blush. Oh yeah, I forgot, I was in full whore regalia. To his credit Jeff really did try and act proper for the two hours we sat around drinking, catching up, though I caught him on more than one occasion ogling up my bare legs and down my overexposed cleavage. I didn't blame him, he's a guy and I'm hanging out there for the world to see. John and I were antsy to finish our delightful game, I was allowing him to paw me now, when Jeff wasn't looking. I wanted him to be as aroused as possible for when he'd finally take me again. Finally, Jeff had to go, he'd told the cab driver that brought him to pick him up in two hours. I thought it was a fortunate break for us because it'd save us the time of having to drive him to the airport. My plan seemed to still be possible. I told John to put his handless phone headset on, and I'd call him. I felt the passion in his eyes and I could feel my pussy respond in kind. Jeff was no sooner out of view down the street when I kissed John passionately, allowed him to slip his fingers into me briefly, before I raced next door. I'd told John to 'assume the position' I'd laid out for him upstairs. I kicked my panties off on our driveway, hoping to add a little touch of humiliation for when John would find them later, next to his car. I raced next door. As luck would have it, Gil was near the front door, saying his goodbyes. He saw me and shrugged. "Damn, wish you'd gotten here sooner," he said glumly, "but I really have to go." I had to either convince him or start all over warming up another 'victim' and I didn't want to waste all that time. I could've had Herb in an instant, I knew that, but I wanted John to have to experience someone else taking his girlfriend, someone with that added touch of danger. I knew he'd get off extra well with the whole 'biker look' thing. I had to have HIM. I pulled him aside, down the hall. "Are you sure baby," I purred. "Yeah, I have to pick my girlfriend up, we may come back later but she doesn't like me playing in front of her, it's just her thing." "Are you really sure?" I prodded, and pushed his hand under my skirt. His fingers found the unprotected target. He withdrew them and admired their slickness. "Fuck, I can't, I really shouldn't." "Just give me 5 minutes," I urged, then meet me out in back, at the swing." I allowed his fingers back in to help him decide. "Fuck, ok, but I really can't be long... I mean, I don't want you to be disappointed." "Oh, it's ok love, just having that dick inside of me is all I want right now," I smiled and walked off. "Five minutes," I said over my shoulder, "No sooner!" He nodded. I called John from the backyard. I had my own phone headset, I wanted to be able to hear him hearing me. "Sweetie, are you ready?" He grunted his assent. "All cuffed to the chair, naked for me baby? Good, look out the window, you see me?" "Yes." I took off my top, sat in the swing and pulled up my barely there skirt. I could hear John moan. The swing has two strapped loops, one for each leg, which spreads out one's legs. I put my legs through them and I could hear John gasp again. The final touch was to bind my hands over my head. There were soft padded cuffs attached to the rope above for just this purpose. This is why I needed the hands free phone, I didn't figure Gil would mind, being in the midst of a swinger party. Just as I rendered myself helpless I heard John yell. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! he yelled into the phone. "What?" I asked with concern. "Fucking Jeff is back," "What? Oh god... shit." I cried, both of us were bound, what could we do? "He's coming up the steps, oh shit, shit..." John said with concern. I heard their next conversation, over John's phone. (John would later fill in the details as to how it all happened, so that part is my best at paraphrasing it). "Dude! What the hell?" I heard Jeff say, a touch of humor in his tone. I heard John just stammer and beg for him to get the key on the dresser. "What the hell is going on, where's Jen?" It was then I could see a form in the window, it had to be Jeff, since John was seated. "What the freaking hell..." I heard Jeff say as I watched the form in the window turn towards me. "Son of a bitch..." he gulped, "there's a naked woman in a swing down there!" He turned to John and said, 'you were peeping all this? This is some kinky shit man," he laughed. Again, over the phone I heard John tell him to let him go. I could see Jeff's figure return to the window. I saw him pick up the binoculars. There was a bit of a pause. "Oh my god...oh my god...that's JEN!" Jeff said incredulously. "You kinky fuckers!" he laughed. I heard John, more agitated, telling him to let him go, to quit looking. I heard Jeff laugh, "no fucking way man, then you'd keep me from looking." The most that John could convince Jeff to do was toss a towel over 'it' to save him even more shame. "He's watching you baby, he's got the glasses, what's going on?" John asked frantically. I considered at that point. wriggling out of the cuffs. I was able to close my legs together, I even managed to twist the swing around facing away, in the mean time. Again, I heard Jeff over the phone, "fuck, I can see her ass," he said excitedly. Suddenly all those past events including our recent lifestyle change clearly focused in my brain. All those times John teasing that he'd leave me at a biker bar, all the times he urged me to please those that I teased, and especially all those times he'd urge me to 'go down the hall and sleep in the other room' when his brother was staying over. It hit me what I was going to do, it was the very element I had wanted all along for this game. I stopped my wriggling, spun the swing around, again facing the window. "Put Jeff on," I said huskily. I heard John beg me not to make him do that. "You can, and you will, if you want this pussy tonight." It was only a few seconds later when I heard Jeff's voice. "Jen? holy shit." "Yes Jeff, you naughty boy, what do you think you are doing?" I teased. "I don't know, I show up because my flight is cancelled and John is cuffed to a chair and some beautiful naked lady is hanging, tied up, in a swing." "Wow, you think I'm beautiful?" I asked playfully. "Fuck, of course you are, I mean damn, LOOK at you." he said with lust in his voice. "So you like what you see?" I said, swinging back around to face towards him. I knew John was watching too, I saw his form in the corner of the window. "Yessss..." he said with urgency, "I've always wanted to see you... like this... but fuck... it just wouldn't' be right..." he panted. "I know," I said softly, “you didn't want to, it just happened." I relaxed my legs and let them slide open, teasing him with my glistening pussy. "It's ok babe, you couldn't help it." I heard Herb's back sliding door open, I had to hurry. "Put John back on, quick!" I heard the fumbling of the headset. "John?" "Yes baby?" "There's no time, this is it, here's your deal, you allow Jeff to watch what's going to happen and I promise you that my pussy is yours and our game is over." He groaned, "Jen, I can't, he's my little BROTHER!" "I know baby, but all those times you urged me to go down the hall, you know you were at least partly serious. I heard silence. "John, quick, he's coming! You are going to allow your brother to see your slut girlfriend get fucked by some burly guy tonight and that's it, SAY IT, he's coming!" He'd been broken, all the teasing, all the playing I'd done, he couldn't deny it any longer, "Yes..." he croaked. "Yes what!?" I urged as Gil's form appeared from the shadow, illuminated by the back porch light. "There's a guy coming," Jeff said excitedly in the background, "you were going to watch her get fucked you kinky bastard!" I smiled at that. "Hurry baby, Gil is here!" I panted. "Yes, I want my brother to watch you get fucked," he gasped. Gil's tongue found my swirling pussy at that moment. "Put Jeff back on," I moaned. "Come down to the fence, you can see me better." I heard Jeff say, "You ok with this man?" I heard no objection. John told me later that Jeff had at least replaced the binoculars for John, good brother that he is. Gil had a wonderful tongue and had me moaning loudly, much to the pleasure of my voyeurs. I saw Herb and Meg in the shadows, adding to the list of watchers. The enormity of it all had me cumming on Gil's expert tongue almost instantly. It was no doubt a surprise to Gil, who was in a hurry himself, I'm sure he didn't even plan on pleasing me in his haste. He slipped his chubby dick in me and rode me like the whore I was. I didn't want endurance, I wanted to get stretched, and gooey, for John's nearing pleasure. I couldn't see Jeff but I could feel his presence. It worked better than I'd ever expected, I'd lucked upon the near perfect challenge for John, to allow his brother to ogle his girlfriend getting fucked. I knew he secretly loved it, as I did. Gil pumped me good for a few minutes, he tweaked my helpless nipples much to my delight. Finally, in his haste, he grabbed my ass with both hands and swung me furiously into him. He pumped his generous load into me while my silent group looked on. Gil kissed me passionately before letting my hands free. We eschewed the small talk. We'd both gotten what we wanted to that point, there was no need for superficial pleasantries. I'm sure Herb and Meg were disappointed, but I bolted from their backyard and rushed home, I could feel the coolness in the air highlight my slickness, Gil's sperm was starting to drip down my inner thighs. I wanted John to have me like this. Have me he did, I rushed up the stairs only to find him, cock in hand, waiting for me at the bedroom door, Jeff had let him loose finally. "Sorry bro' " he said to Jeff, standing in the hall." This one you'll have to imagine," he said, slamming the door, before slamming his dripping girlfriend. He fucked me with a fury we only rarely approach. He fucked me long and slow, then fast and hard. He turned me over and slid his slippery cock into my ass, he flipped me around like a rag doll. I was paying for my teasing, he was making me please, and I was as horny about that thought as I could be. He would alternate fucking me with licking me, getting me off several times that way. He called me every name in the book in his lust and I was right there, admitting every one. "Yes, I'm a whore. Yes, I'm a slut, I'm YOUR slut," I agreed. I knew Jeff would be able to hear, we did not try and hide our moans and groans, as we would have in the past. I'm sure he could hear the headboard banging against the wall as John was banging his slut girlfriend. John would fuck me, then stop, make me lick him clean, then he'd fuck me again, all the while calling me a cock hungry whore. I was just his plaything, as it should be. Finally, he was in my ass when it became too much for him. He came as loud as I'd ever heard him. He filled his girlfriend's ass with his glorious cum. "God baby, that might have been the best EVER," he panted between heavy breaths. "I know," I purred, 'incredible," I said lazily, curling up in his arms. He held me tight and caressed my hair and kissed me softly. Then, he said, "I saw you in the window." "I know baby, I hoped you'd like it." "No, I saw you... with Jeff... when you were in the swing... I saw you spread your legs for him" he said ominously. "I know baby, it all happened so fast." "No baby," he said firmly, "I saw you tease him, just before Gil arrived." I finally saw what he was getting at. "Yes baby, I did, I teased your brother." I said softly, not gauging fully what his reaction to that was. "So..." he continued, "are you just a tease? All that talk about 'lifestyle' ...that's just all talk?" he prodded insistently. I nodded submissively, I knew what he was telling me. I gulped, taken aback. I understood. He followed me to the bedroom door, allowing me only to put on my fuzzy slippers. His hand practically pushed me into the hall before closing the door behind me. He left me there naked, dripping the juices of two men's cocks. I could see Jeff's door partially ajar, the bed stand lamp was the only light. I could see him in the reflection of the mirror. He was in bed, his torso showing. Below the waist he was covered, and I saw movement of his fist under the blanket. I knew he was thinking of me. My last thought before I pushed open his door was, if he has the endurance of his brother, this was going to be a long night. 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