Skin Game: Story 4 of The Wife Games (2 page)

Sound other than the song came on. Another
big titied woman’s tits were bouncing as she bounced off her
assigned man’s cock. Every time she came down she screamed out a
little bit. Her assigned man’s face had gone red. He looked like he
was just barely holding on. And then he was finished holding on. He
shot his wad up on his stomach. The contestant on him gave a double
fist pump, then that screen was gone, leaving ten.

The sound of another woman came. She was
chanting, “I love cock. I love cock. I love . . .” The tan girl
with blonde dreadlocks didn’t have as big of tits as the previous
two. The previous two might have needed custom made bras, but this
one could probably fit into the traditional DD bra. But hers stood
up more, her hardened nipples actually pointing up a bit. Her man
looked like he could squirt at any second, but also looked like he
was trying to hold back. Caleb didn’t think he’d make it.

Sound went to another room. This one showed a
Hispanic woman with tits more along the lines of the two women
who’d already moved on, except she had areolas and nipples that
looked like dark chocolate. She made a high-pitched sound like,
“Hee . . . hee . . . hee . . .” Her assigned man also looked like
he was about to cum. If Hispanic and Dreads could do it, then this
would all be over, at least the part that counted.”

Caleb looked at Kendra’s screen. Her man was
looking between her face and pussy. He didn’t have that look where
he was about to cum. It looked like this was a lost cause.

“Whoa!” someone in the room said. “She did it
without her ass. I can’t believe she did it without her ass.”

Caleb looked to what the man was talking
about. It was Red, from his and Kendra’s region.

“I knew growing that red bush would pay
off.”

Right now, by the close up on that screen,
that red bush had cum in it. She must have dipped down right as he
was cumming.

That screen left, and that left nine.

Caleb looked at the screens with the big
titied women. Their men still looked like they would come, but
luckily, they still hadn’t. The song ended, and he thought Kendra
had a little bit of a chance.

“Okay ladies. Let’s turn it around. You can
look back over your shoulder, but the rest of your front must face
away.”

Caleb was torn. He wanted to look to see what
was going on with the two women that had almost made their men cum.
But he wanted to watch the incredible sight of his wife working her
ass. He went with the latter.

Kendra turned around so that her big bubble
booty faced the man. His eyes grew big staring at it and his mouth
opened up a bit. Then Kendra did something that might have been
more amazing than anything she’d done in the games up to this
point. She used the crack of her ass to grip the cock that was
still held to the man’s body. Sound came on over the music, and
Caleb heard his wife’s voice. It was a silly song. “I got a weiner
in my bun. I got a weenie in my bum.” She moved her ass like she
was whacking him off with her butt crack, her ample cheeks
substituting for the thumb and forefinger. Her man gasped. “Gonna
have a weenie roast,” she said, bouncing about an inch from side to
side, just an inch because that was about how far the strap would
let his penis move. “Got a hot dog in my heiney. Got a weiner in my
buns.”

He hissed. Then Kendra was moving off him,
part of her butt crack wet from being sprayed.

“She did it,” another husband shouted. Caleb
looked to see Hispanic’s woman’s assigned man had cummed on his
belly, her ass inches above it. Caleb wasn’t sure who’d cum
first.

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“Got another weiner in my bun,” she sang.
Before today, she’d never sung to him during sex. He wondered why
neither of them had thought of it before. “Got hot dogie in my
heiney.”

She was in reverse cowgirl position, but she
had his cock gripped in her butt cheeks. The massage was
incredible. The contortions of her butt as she massaged his cock
were amazing to see.

He interrupted her song. “I’m going to cum so
hard, just like that nerdy guy did, except I want to cum right in
the crack of your ass.”

Fingering herself, she sung no more. Instead,
she cried out as she had her orgasm.

As he said he would, he came right in the
crack of her ass.

Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms. He
thought of how lucky they were. Kendra had edged out the Hispanic
woman to take the fourth and final spot.

About the Author

Arla Coopa majored in creative writing before
dropping out of school to pursue a lucrative line of work. Some
might call her a stripper. Some might call her an exotic dancer.
It’s really a matter of taste. Into her thirties and still
entertaining people with her body, Arla has decided to return to
her roots and pick up the pen. She hopes her offbeat style and
strange sexual tastes will entertain you.