James Plays Games

I'm not a creep or a jerk. I'm an average guy. You just need a little background information to understand why I did what I did.

James was a coworker. I don't say friend. Right from the start, there was something off about him. He was friendly enough. We went out for beers after work one night, and he grabbed the tab, something he probably couldn't afford (I know how much the company pays us). He asked a lot of questions and seemed to listen to the answers. I suppose that was the source of his charm. And he was charming. The women at work were always hovering--even Paulette, the blonde receptionist who still looked good enough in her forties to be the center of attention on the job. (She didn't pay the men any mind. I think she batted for the other team. But if she had liked men, James would be the one she'd favor.)

But like I said, there was something off about him. Something in the way he listened and then nodded to himself, like he'd solved a puzzle. When I said I was having trouble at home, he seemed almost pleased, like he'd found the chink in my armor.

Then there was the way he worked the manager--complimenting him in person and then stabbing him in the back with the other employees. I asked him about it, and he looked at me like I was an idiot. "He's the boss, Mark. I mean, fuck him, right?"

Red flags everywhere, so after a while, I kept my distance.

He didn't seem to notice. He kept inviting me over to his trailer in the park north of town. After putting him off two or three times, I thought, What the hell? and agreed to drive over. He had some friends in town and wanted to "have some beers and shoot the shit." My wife was out shopping, and I had a Saturday to kill. That's how I ended up in the living room of his double-wide, sitting in a stuffed chair with a beer in my hand.

The two friends couldn't have been more different, though they were all the same age. Supposedly, they were all members of the high school football team back home, though Chad was probably the equipment manager. Forty, going bald on top and soft in the middle. In contrast, Ben still had the build of an athlete. I could picture him playing middle linebacker. James was somewhere between the two in appearance. Maybe he was the backup free safety.

After the usual sports talk, we got on the subject of sex. The two friends loved the conversation. They clearly admired James, who had some interesting observations about women. "Women today need some direction. They don't like feminism any more than we do, you know? They want to be told what to do."

I could tell from this alone that James had never been married. I thought of my Julie, and how lately, she could turn every damned decision into an argument. That didn't stop him from lecturing.

"... the lifestyle. It isn't just about wearing leather and a ball gag. It's about giving up control. It's about doing everything she's told."

"Everything?" Chad asked, a smirk on his face.

"My little slut does anything I tell her to do. She'd even do you if I told her to."

I got tired of the bluster, and he could see it in my face. I said, "That's fun to think about, I guess."

"You don't believe it?" he demanded.

I shrugged. My beer was almost empty, and I intended to beg off any further nonsense. There were better ways to waste a day.

James had a cellphone in his hand. He held his hand up, and his two friends stopped talking. "Hey," James said when he had an answer at the other end. "Come over. I've got some friends I want you to meet." He paused. "Come ready to please." He put the phone down and looked at me. "Friendly bet," he said. "No money, just a friendly wager. I'm betting I know more about women than you do." He turned to Chad and Ben. "You boys want to play a game?"

Chad clapped enthusiastically. Ben gave a solemn nod.

"What about you?" James asked. "You ready for a little strange? I know you're married and all, but you could call this research. In my experience, women are just like men when it comes to sex. They want to fuck every dick they see. What I do is tell them to get busy, and because I order them to do it, they don't have to feel guilty. The decision is out of their hands. They can behave as slutty as they secretly want to be."

James was the kind of guy who gave men a bad name. As for me, I was having a cold spell at home, and it made me angry. In my present mood, I might be more like James than I cared to admit, and that bothered me. I downed the last of my beer and was about to leave when the knock came. Without waiting, the door swung open, and the woman stepped into the room.

She was tall--maybe five eight or five nine. Athletic. Shoulder-length brown hair. Beautiful face--the kind that makes you go off to war or dream about having children. She wore a choker, heels, and a simple black dress that showed off her legs. I knew the dress. I watched my wife put it on this morning.

My wife, Julie.

She looked at me, then looked at James. He returned her gaze and then glanced at me, and I instinctively understood two things. Somehow, he'd known this was my wife. Which meant this was a game to him. As for Julie, she'd been blindsided. She had no idea I'd be here. She stood still, blinking, her mouth open. Was I part of the game, too? What was she supposed to do next?

"Come in and close the door," James commanded. He pointed at his friends. "Julie, this is Chad and Ben." Then, he pointed at me. "And this is Mark. These are my pals, and they're all nice guys. Guys? This is Julie."

"Hi Julie," Chad said, smiling like he was at a church social. Ben nodded.

Julie stared at me, color draining from her face. "So," I said. "James tells me you do pretty much anything he tells you to. Is that right?" She didn't answer.

What had James called it? Research? I was suddenly very curious to see what would happen next. I mentioned that I was having trouble at home. Truth was, our sex life had dropped off, and I'd begun to suspect that my wife was having an affair. I'd done the usual things to try to put things right. Clean up a little around the house. Go on a diet. Now, here she was, dressed to kill in a room full of horny men. She'd obviously been cheating on me with James. When he spoke of his obedient little slut, he was talking about my Julie.

James clapped his hands. "Let's get started. Julie? These boys want to know what a properly submissive woman is like. We're going to show them. Take off that dress for me. You can leave your underwear on."

She kept her gaze on me as she answered. "I'm not wearing panties," she whispered. Her face registered a combination of horror and resignation. Horror, because she'd been caught. Resignation, because there would be no way to talk her way out of this one.

"No panties? Better still," James said. He turned to his friends. "Julie shaves her pussy. You'll like it." Standing behind her, he put a hand on her shoulder and helped work the dress zipper.

She stood like a statue, or maybe like a deer in the headlights. I maintained a blank expression while James finished with her zipper. He slipped the dress over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The black bra was practically see-through. She covered her pussy with her hand.

"Now, none of that," James said, pulling her hand aside. "Let the boys see that snatch of yours." Julie complied, her arms limp at her sides. She looked both incredible and devastated. Was she about to cry?

James turned to me. "She seems a little shy now, but she'll warm up. She always does." He winked and began to unsnap her bra. "I guess we can dispense with this, too."

I wondered what she was thinking. That her marriage was over? That the charade she'd been playing at home--I have to work late; I'm going out with friends--had come to an end? That she might need that office manager's job of hers just to make ends meet? No more lies. No more deception. Was she worried, or relieved?

Julie's breasts are large, but they stand up without the sag you'd expect from a woman in her thirties. James reached around from behind and gave them a squeeze. Julie returned her gaze to me with the same mix of horror and resignation. Something else now, too. His touch had excited her. Her nipples were swollen in a way that made my crotch ping. James played with them for a moment, teasing and tugging before stepping away.

'Turn around for the boys, and let them get a good look at you," James said. She began turning. "Slow down," he said. "Turn, don't spin." She slowed her turn, blushing. James moved her closer to me and made her turn again. "This guy needs a good look, too."

She closed her eyes and obeyed.

"Guys?" James said. "You're making my little slut stand here naked and we're all dressed. Not fair. Chad? Take those pants off. You look like you need some of what Julie's got." He gave her bottom a playful slap. He whispered something in her ear, and she kicked off her heels, looking first at Chad and then at me.

"Come on," James commanded. "Get down on all fours." His voice had dropped an octave. Less playful. She dropped to her knees. James pulled her hair back, his touch surprisingly gentle, and he bent down to whisper something more in her ear.

Julie began to crawl over to Chad. "That's right," James said. "Crawl like a good little slut." By then, both Chad and Ben had their clothes off. Chad had the kind of dick you'd expect--smallish. Poking straight up. Ben, on the other hand, was huge. Semi-erect, he was already too large to expect oral sex from anyone with a normal human mouth.

"Sit down, Chad," James said. "Let my little cum slut do what she does best." Chad sat down on the couch, positioning himself so Julie could get at his little erection. James glanced at Ben, who stood to the side. "Don't worry, Benny. I'm saving her pussy for you, big fellah."

James gave me a glance, then followed her across the room, shifting her body to the right a little. "Gotta let Mark have a better view," he said, smiling at me. Julie looked at me, too, poised over Chad's erection. Then, she closed her eyes and began licking Chad's cock. I could see her tongue trace the underside from the base of his shaft to the head. She took Chad into her mouth and began to bob in his lap.

I couldn't really sort out all that I was feeling. Anger? Betrayal? Excitement, of course. I was hard like never before. Who was this woman? My wife, who made everything from household chores to the dinner menu into a debate? Now, doing James's bidding without so much as a whimper. What magic trick allowed him to turn her into a submissive little slave? What hold did he have on her?

By now it was clear that James was one of those guys who got off on head-fucking everyone he knows. Shit-stirrer extraordinaire. He wasn't getting off on sex. He was getting off on power, and today, I was the victim. This shit was all about me.

I watched as Julie increased her rhythm, and in no time, Chad rocked back, his neck muscles tensing. "Oh God!" he moaned, and he came into my wife's mouth. His hips pushed away from his seat on the couch--three, four times--and she tried to swallow it all. Some of the cum leaked down his shaft, and James pointed to it. "Clean that up," he demanded, and Julie licked at the spill while Chad sat back, eyes closed.

I'd seen enough--too much--and I stood to leave. "Mark? You're still dressed! Get with the program. Julie? Crawl over to my friend Mark and give him a hand job."

I must have had a confused look on my face because he laughed. "Women only have three holes, and there are four of us. When she's done with you guys, I'm going to make use of that ass of hers." He pointed at Ben. "Ben? Get behind her. I saved her pussy for you." Then, he turned to me again. "You were last to the party, and when you snooze, you lose. But don't worry. She can still give you a hand."

Julie came crawling. There was no denying how beautiful she looked, her breasts swaying and her hair in disarray. I felt a hand on my shoulder. James pushed me back into the stuffed chair. By then, Julie crouched at my feet. She touched the front of my pants and gave me a surprised look. She probably hadn't expected that kind of hard-on, given the circumstances.

What happened next confused even me. I undid my belt and zipper, lifting my ass off the chair and sliding my pants down. I should have just gone, but the throb between my legs was shouting louder than any sense of reason.

Meanwhile, Ben positioned himself behind her and placed the head of his penis against her pussy. "She's very wet," he said.

"Don't be surprised if she can take it all, big guy. She loves dick, don't you slut?"

Julie whispered something. I think it might have been, "Yes, master." Or, it might have been "Shut up, James." It doesn't matter--actions speak louder than words. She stayed in place while Ben eased into her.

She put her hand around my shaft. Her touch was like playing with an electrical socket. I was wound up tight, and she knew all my levers. Long, slow strokes with a firm grip giving way to a faster rhythm and just the right pressure.

Behind her, Ben pushed his way forward a few inches at a time. Halfway in, her eyes got big, and she stopped stroking me. From there, I was an afterthought as Ben penetrated deeper and deeper. She took a sudden breath and Ben said, "Damn! She took it all! I can't believe it!"

"I told you!" James said. He stood over us and tapped her on the shoulder. "Don't forget this guy here, though," he told her. She resumed stroking me, though her mind was clearly on the man pumping her from behind. Her eyes were glassy, and she began panting with each thrust. Her body rocked forward with each thrust, her face coming close to my cock and then fading back. "He's huge, isn't he?" James asked.

She nodded.

"Largest you ever had?"

She nodded again. Then, she whispered something else.

"What?" James demanded. "I couldn't hear you."

She looked over her shoulder at Ben. "Fuck me," she said. "Please, please fuck me faster." Begging sounded funny coming from a woman who was used to being in charge. I'd never seen her like this. Pliant. Eager to please. She was an office professional. Always in charge. Had she longed to let go all this time? She moaned, and the sound was like a train in the distance. Out of control.

Ben had his hands on her hips, slamming into her. He reached forward and grabbed a hank of hair, pulling her head back. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes clamped shut. She shivered and when Ben let go of her hair, she tried to put her face down into my lap.

"Nope, nope," James said, lifting her head. "Hand job only."

For a few seconds, Julie resumed her stroking, taking me close to the edge. The sight of her kneeling, naked and fucked from behind had me excited in a way I wouldn't like when I thought back on it. For now, I was ready to explode. I longed to shove my cock into her mouth and choke her with it. I wanted her pussy, but frankly, she was already getting the fucking of a lifetime, and I was determined to see that through to the end.

"How does it feel, slut?" James asked her. He'd reached underneath, playing with her breasts.

"Sooooo good," she moaned. "Oh, God! Fuck me harder!" Ben tried, though if he went any faster or any deeper, he might rip her open. His eyes were getting big, and his breathing became erratic. He thrust forward one last time and groaned, clutching her hips.

Julie began trembling. The throbbing of his cock had triggered something inside her. She looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she raised up against Ben and slipped into another universe, crying out with her own orgasm. Her tremors seemed to last forever. When she finished, she looked me in the eye again. Was that shame in her expression?

Too late for that, I thought.

James tapped her shoulder again. "You got yours, slut. Now, take care of my friend here."

My friend? I was Julie's husband. As Ben pulled out from behind with an audible slurping sound, she turned her attention back to me. Mercifully, I was ready to cum myself. Let this insanity end, I thought.

"When he shoots, lean in and let it hit you in the face," James told her. That did it. I groaned, and she did as she was told. I shot ropes across her cheeks, and she took them, only flinching a little.

"That's my little slut," James murmured.

Julie sat back, legs folded beneath her, panting. Cum running down her cheeks, from her pussy, and at the corners of her mouth. She looked at me and whispered, "I'm sorry," which was easily the silliest thing she'd said during our entire marriage. If her fantasy was to be out of control and helpless, then she'd certainly gotten her wish and more.

I stood up, buckling my pants.

"What do you think?" James asked. He began undoing his own belt, ready to make good on his promise to take her from behind.

I didn't answer. Julie covered her breasts with her arms as if she'd just discovered she was naked.

"I guess I won our little bet," James said, smirking. "Ready to admit it?"

And that's when I hit him. I'm pretty sure I felt teeth break. He went down like a sack of flour, his head bouncing on the shag carpet. I looked over at the others. Chad had his hands up, palms out. Ben took a step back, reaching for his pants.

I left the door open when I stepped outside. What happened next was no longer my business. I was a mile down the road before my head cleared enough to sort through my feelings. The one that jumped to the forefront was hunger, so I stopped in the 24-hour breakfast place and ordered a chicken fried chicken with hash browns, because fuck the diet, right? I was on my own now.