A New Kind of Game

A New Kind of Game

Preface

This is a standalone story about Brooke and Brad Simmons, a happily married couple whose life changed after they participated in the Couples Camp program at Pine Lake. There's lots of back- story and adventures that happen prior to this that I think you might enjoy, so if you like this story you might want to read about them from the very beginning. Starting with Couples Camp.

It was a long summer at Pine Lake. Brooke was busy putting her own spin on the new Couples Camp and developing new ideas for programs to keep the camp open year around in the future. But right now, it's fall. The leaves are changing and the temperatures are falling as the hustle of Pine Lake slows. Brooke's focus was shifting from work to play and the pent-up desires she has delayed for the past few months.

Brooke planned a nice dinner and quite evening for her and Brad. She was looking forward to some well-deserved sexual release and intended to make the most of it tonight. Brad wandered in from the resort into their private cabin, closing the door behind him as the tall pine trees whistled from the crisp air rushing past.

"Wow, you really went all out tonight." Brad said pleasantly surprised.

"Just wait till later to properly thank me." She quipped.

Brad returned his wife's amorous smile, taking the seat she offered him at the dining room table. She really had gone all out tonight, fixing his favorite meal and even going so far as to add two lit candles to the well-set table. It looked like a romantic dinner for two at the best of restaurants.

Brooke made a point not to talk about the resort, or anything associated with work. She wanted Brad's undivided attention and had done everything to put the mood just right for a romantic romp after a relaxing evening. After dinner they retired to the living room and watched a lighthearted romantic comedy, allowing them both to forget about the real world and focus on the intimacy they had established with each other over the years. Despite all the extra marital activities they participated in, their relationship was still better than most people who had been married twice as long.

It was still early when the move came to an end, but neither of them wanted to start another. Without saying a word, they both moved to shut down the house for the night and retire to the bedroom.

"I hope you're up for some fun." Brooke seductively called as she slid her Cami over her head.

Brad loved the sight of his wife's breasts. Even though he had seen her naked a million times, each time was still a treat.

He quickly stripped off his work shirt and pants and tossed them on the floor next to their bed, but before he could remove his underwear, Brooke already had her arms wrapped around him with her chest pressed against him.

Brooke didn't usually take the lead like this, but she wasn't leaving anything to chance tonight. She hadn't been with anyone other than Brad in months, something that was a bit unusual since they jumped on the crazy train a few years earlier. They had agreed to put that part of their personal life on hold for the summer because of all the additional changes they were committed to making around the resort. Brooke's desire for constant and overwhelming sexual gratification hadn't diminished, only her access had been willingly restricted.

Brad eagerly responded with an open mouth, pressing his lips to hers as their tongues danced together. He firmly grasped her delightful little ass and gently lifted her slightly off the ground. He knew what she wanted, how she liked to be taken. Brad new his wife's body and exactly how it liked to be handled. He playfully tossed her on the bed, magically landing with her legs spread wide for him to see her desire.

Brad waisted no time diving between Brooke's soft thighs kissing his way up her silky soft skin. Brooke's breathing sped up as her heart raced. She was imagining his tongue on her, in her. She instinctively opened wider and reached down with her own hands to frame the area she wished he would hurry and pay attention to.

Brad skillfully licked her quickly swelling labia. Her lips filling with blood as quickly as his dick was as well. It had been a while since they had the time and energy for much more than a quickie, and it had been almost six months since she had been with anyone else either.

Brad was just as excited as she was. Her tangy flavor sent jolt of energy directly to his dick, that he just couldn't ignore. He loved her flavor, but wanted so much to penetrate her, he quickly raised up and pulled his underwear down to free his hard cock.

Brad urgently penetrated Brooke with a single firm stroke, pressing all the way till there was no more of him left.

Brooke let out a pleasurable gasp as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. Brad and Brooke kissed passionately as he slowly pumped into her.

"Oh yes, fuck me baby." She cooed, as clenched his ass with both hands and drove her nails into his skin.

Brad was overcome. His mind was racing as quickly as his heart. He hadn't been turned on this much in a long time. Brad gritted his teeth and arched his back as he tried to stave off his quickly approaching orgasm. He knew Brooke was just getting started, but it was already too late. He couldn't stop. His body was on a mission. Even though his brain was screaming NO his body was out of control.

"OH FUCCCCCKKKKKK" he grunted, as he shot his seed deep inside her.

It wasn't the first time that he hadn't been able to please her first, but he felt bad. He knew how badly Brooke needed sexual release and yet he couldn't hold out long enough to please her.

"OH GOD DON'T STOP" She screamed in frustration.

Hearing this only made Brad feel worse. It confirmed his belief that she was still unsatisfied. He tried to continue pumping, but his deflation was already underway. Brooke let go of his ass and rushed her hand to her mound, trying to play with her clit and finish the job. She just couldn't seem to. She needed the deep penetration of a hard object tonight. Her franticly circling finger just wasn't enough. Brad could tell. Her moans turned from hot sexual desire to discouraged panic. She didn't want to lose the momentum and miss her opportunity.

Brad's body had given up, but his desire to please his wife hadn't.

"You want a toy?" He asked.

"Yeah," She gasped, frantically.

Brad rolled to the edge of the bed and reached inside her nightstand. Retrieving one of her self-stimulators. He twisted the dial on the base of the hard plastic toy, causing the device to come alive with a gently hum.

Brad slid the buzzing plastic slowly into her pleading pussy just in time. Her desire to be filled, luckily realized. Brad gently fucked her with the pink vibrator as Brooke vigorously rubbed her clit with two fingers. This wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was better than nothing, if it did the job.

It took a few minutes before Brooke's body gave in and allowed her to cum. Her juices mixing with his cum and coating the vibrator with a slick paste. Brad slowly withdrew the vibrator and turned it off, before taking it over to the sink and thoughtfully cleaning it off for her. He returned it to the drawer he got it from before returning to bed and sliding under the covers.

They both lay there in the dark silence. Almost deafeningly silent.

"Sorry, I know that's not exactly what you wanted, but your just so dam sexy."

Brad was trying to apologize, but at the same time he was sort of blaming Brooke.

"That's ok."

Brad could tell from Brooke's tone, it really wasn't ok. She really was disappointed but didn't want to hurt his feelings either.

"Is it time to jump back into that pool again?" Brad asked, referring to the lifestyle they had engaged in prior to the summer hiatus.

"I don't really want to right now." Brooke said with a hint of confusion in her voice.

For some reason she really didn't want to deal with other personalities right now. Maybe it was just that she was still tired from the summer session, or maybe it was something else. It wasn't that she never wanted to have sex with other men, but it just didn't seem like something she was interested in right now.

"But I will admit I miss having multiple orgasms. Sometimes till the point of almost passing out." She said as if she was recalling a fond memory.

"I just want you to be happy... and satisfied." Brad admitted.

Brooke reached over and ran her hand up and down Brad's upper leg from his knee to his waist. She was trying to console him, knowing that his ego was bruised. She felt bad for him but also couldn't ignore her own desire.

"I must admit for me it's been kind of nice not having to consider how someone else is feeling, or what they want. It's been a lot easier just concentrating on you and me lately." Brad confessed.

"But then again we haven't really been doing much in the way of that kind of thing lately."

They continued to lie there, unable to fall asleep just maintaining contact with each other's body. It was a good half hour before Brooke finally broke the silence.

"What would you think of being all the men I need?" She asked as if she had stubbled on the solution.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... would you be willing to use all your assets to get me off? Maybe use more than one of my toys? Your finger, your mouth?"

"Sure, I would do whatever you wanted, you know that." Brad said happily.

"Perfect, we'll start tomorrow." Brooke gleefully announced as she bounced up with renewed excitement and gave her husband a thankful kiss.

With the problem apparently solved, they both were able to relax and drift off to sleep, knowing that they would continue to be together for as long as they were alive.

The next night after dinner and some relaxing, they headed off to bed. Brad was curious about what Brooke had in mind but knew whatever it was he would enjoy it too.

"Ok here is the deal. You have to make me cum at least three times before you can go to sleep. You can use your mouth, your hands, your dick, and if you need to Fred." Brooke laughed, slamming the life like dildo on the nightstand.

Brad just smiled, knowing Fred was one of her old friends. Fred was the life-like toy she used when he was off on work trips or on occasion, she had used it to tease Brad while pleasing herself.

"Deal!"

Brad wasted no time getting to work with his tongue. He carefully licked every inch of her pussy and mound, encouraging the blood to rush to her mound. Brad had always been good at oral sex, but he was really putting in the effort tonight. Partly to make up for last night but partly just to prove to them both that he could make her feel completely satisfied.

Brad could smell her excitement as he parted her lips and dipped his tongue in to taste the sweet tangy elixir she was producing. Brooke's flavor had a unique effect on Brad, an effect like no other food or drink could ever have on him. It was as if her juices reacted with his body chemistry and lit his hormones on fire. He was instantly overcome with desire. It was as if she was the source of life and he wanted to devour it.

Brooke held his head firmly in place, encouraging him to continue as she pressed herself into his face. Brad was only encouraged by her even though at time it was hard to breathe. He felt the burning desire to suck every drop out of her body as he darted his tongue into her warm slit.

"Yes," She grunted.

Brad wiggled his tongue around and slid it in and out, making Brooke squirm with pleasure. He worked and worked but as good as it felt, it wasn't enough to make her cum.

Brad slid a finger into her now dripping hole, gently curling it upward and finding the swollen nub of her G spot. Brad continued to lick and probe as he swirled his finger against the swelling spot inside her.

Brooke started to tense and arch her back slightly as brad felt the warm wetness of her now draining into his hand. She started breathing harder and bucking faster as he matched her pace and caused her to cum all over his hand.

"That's one." She feverishly announced.

Brad continued fucking her with his fingers but his desire to fuck her was becoming too hard to ignore. He really wanted to make her cum again before he fucked her but just couldn't wait.

Unlike the previous night, Brad gathered all his strength and rather than plunging into her, he slowly slid just the tip of his cock into her wet pussy. He wanted to tease her and inflame her desire. He was doing his best to slow himself down and yet make her cum again.

Brad gently pushed in and out of her with just the head of his cock. He knew how to push his hips down and push his cock up inside her, rubbing up against the very spot he had been forcing to swell with his finger.

It was working and Brooke started to rock her body, forcing Brad to go deeper with each stroke. She was delighted at how his cock felt inside her. She could feel his cock swelling, knowing he was getting closer and it excited her.

Brad was doing his best to make her cum again before he exploded. He was in a race with his own body, trying his best to control himself and hold off. Unfortunately, he just wasn't strong enough and once again exploded inside her.

Unlike the night before though, Brad had been able to hold out long enough to get Brooke to where she needed to be. As soon as she felt his hot semen hit her cervix it was enough to send her over the edge once again.

Brad continued to buck into her as his cock emptied mixing with her own excitement and creating a sloppy creamy goo of passion. He knew there was no way he could remain hard and make her cum again, but he kept bucking as long as he could.

"That's two." Brooke announced, reminding him that he wasn't though yet.

Brad slid from her and leaned towards the nightstand to retrieve Fred, the always hard boyfriend. Fred as Brooke liked to call it. It was a little bit smaller than Brad, but still able to hit all the right spots. The shape, texture and even the veining in it made it appear and feel lifelike.

Brad slid Fred easily inside Brooke's slick pussy and continued fucking her with it at the same pace he had been plowing into her. He was smart to maintain the same pace, keeping Brooke on the path to completion once again.

Brooke held her pussy open with both hands as Brad pushed in and out of her. He could see the slick white mixture coating the veins of her fake phallus as her moans of pleasure rang out filling the room.

"Fuck yeah, fuck me, just like that." She demanded.

Brooke was imagining someone other than Brad fucking her, but that was ok. Brooke had become a free spirit that needed to be shared with the world, and Brad got off on watching her get off. This was almost as exciting as when she did it for real.

"Oh, fuck yes, yes. I'm cumming." Brooke cried.

Brad held steady as Brooke rode wave after wave. He had made her cum the required three times, but she could obviously take much more.

Brooke gently rubbed her own mound as she tried to bring herself down. She knew she had gotten everything she was promised for now and didn't want to be greedy and demand more.

Brad pulled the toy slowly from her, inspecting the slick white coating covering it. Long threads of the sticky mixture held on to the inside of Brooke as he pulled it from her, they clung to the head of Fred's fake cock like a rubber band stretching far beyond expectations.

Once again Brad thoughtfully got up and washed Brooke's toy off for her. Placing it back on the nightstand where she had put it, before going to the bathroom.

By the time Brad returned from the bathroom, Brooke had already cleaned off with a towel. He slid into bed and snuggled up against her warm body.

"Thank you, baby," She purred.

"What do you say tomorrow we go for four?"

Brad didn't say anything, but he knew it was pointless anyway. She could have whatever she wanted. If she wanted to up the anti to four then so be it. Brad enjoyed the challenge as much as she enjoyed the release.

They spent the next day going around the resort and making sure things were being put away for the winter. The staff, preparing for the annual shutdown. Brooke went to her office to work on some preparations for some new programs she wanted to start, one in fact she thought might be ready to launch. It would allow them to continue to get revenue all winter, but she was having difficulty concentrating. Her thoughts kept wandering to some of her past exploits. The sexual exploitation she had engaged in had changed her forever. Although she had put that part of her life on hold, it was calling for her. Eventually she decided to put her paperwork up for the day and focus on the diversion she had started with Brad. She was hoping that concentrating on him and their game would be adequate to respond to the yearning she was feeling.

"Hey you're home earlier than I thought."

"Yeah, I couldn't concentrate on my work, I was too busy thinking about our little game and what you would do to me tonight."

She wasn't completely honest about what she was thinking about, but it was true, she was excited for the impending play. Brooke kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen where Brad was scurrying around. The little cottage, already filling with the smell of a delicious meal baking in the oven.

Brooke gave Brad a grateful kiss, clearly acknowledging his effort. Not only had Brad cooked dinner for her, but he had started a small fire, the first of the season. The mountain air was quickly getting crisp, and the small fire did a fantastic job of reducing the chill. The standard routine was to watch tv after dinner and tonight was no different.

Brooke was too anxious to focus on the images flickering on the screen. Visions of her sexual exploits with everyone replaying in her head. She remembered back to the first days at Pine Lake and how Nick swept her off her feet. Treating Brad harshly but making her feel like a prized possession.

She flipped through the scrapbook of men and memories all the way until she landed at the time she had spent with Alex. She knew him as Alex, others referred to him as Prince Amir. She had escaped his heavenly prison only to have him hunt her down and shackle her once again. It was a confusing time for her. Her heart and mind were married to Brad, but her body and soul were tethered to Alex in a way she couldn't explain.

"You ready for bed?"

Brad's words startled her. She was so hypnotized by her memories; she had forgotten where she was.

"Yeah... yeah, definitely." She stuttered.

It didn't take long once they undressed and got into bed for Brad to get to work. He was licking her just the way she liked, after all he was her husband, he knew her body as well as his own. The excitement of her dreams had prepared her well. Her soft moist pussy was already slick with her own anticipation; a fact not lost on Brad. He had a feeling it was more than just a promise of multiple orgasms that had her in this state.

Brooke came quickly, coating his tongue and index finger. She didn't even need to stimulate herself. Instead, she just reached up and grabbed both sides of her pillow and pulled it towards the back of her head, as she arched her back and pushed herself up into Brad's skillful mouth. Like always her pleasure was all he needed to get rock hard. Sure, licking her made him horny, but nothing sent blood directly to his cock like one of her orgasms.

Brad moved upwards until his cock was at the slick entrance of his beloved wife. He slid in gently, allowing her to adjust her position for maximum comfort. Brooke released her tight grip on her pillow and placed a hand on each of Brad's pectoral muscles.

"Yes please." Brooke cried out.

Brad didn't respond with words, he knew by her comment she wasn't completely in the moment. She was somewhere else, her plea out of place, but still enjoying what he was doing to her. He thrust forward.

"Yes, please fuck me harder." Brooke begged.

Brad could tell in her head she was having a conversation with someone. It clearly wasn't a response to anything he had said. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize she was reliving an experience with one of her many lovers, but Brad didn't mind. Some men might have felt threatened by the fact their wife was fantasizing while being fucked by him, but not Brad. Brad fed off her energy. He was like a solar panel taking in her light and turning it into power. He fucked her harder as she asked, concentrating on making her feel what she wanted.

Brad had a little more endurance tonight. The last few nights had released enough of his pent-up energy that he was able to last longer this time. He continued fucking her as hard as he could, cheered on by Brooke's moans. He slid in and out as her pussy became juicier and juicier until finally they both exploded at the same time.

Despite the cooler air of the bedroom, Brad was hot and sweaty. If it hadn't of been for their little game, he would have excused himself to take a shower and returned to bed for a good night's sleep. But that wasn't the deal. He promised to make her cum four times, and he was dammed if he would let her down.

Brad rolled towards the edge of the bed, so he could reach the nightstand drawer, and retrieve Fred. He slid the drawer open and pulled the trusty companion from the drawer.

"No, in the bag, the one in the bag." Brooke panted.

Brad laid Fred back in his place and looked for the bag she was referring to. Brad had to feel around a little, the dim light of the moon barely enough to see outlines and shadows. Sure, enough there was a velvet bag with a silk draw string. He pulled the bag out from its hiding place and stretched the bag open. Inside was a much larger version of Fred.

Brad dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed where he could make out a little more detail. It was in fact a larger and even more realistic looking dildo than her trusty friend Fred. Brad wasn't certain but it looked much darker than Fred. Not black but perhaps dark brown. What really made it unique though was its ultra realistic skin. It wasn't the typical circumcised rubber toy you would think of when purchasing a dildo. This was a soft latex type skin that could be pulled back just like a real man who was uncut.

Brad was more amazed at the product itself than the fact that his wife had requested it, or for that matter purchased it. He knew she had toys, some of which she used without him being present, but he wasn't aware that she had one like this, or even that something like this was available for purchase.

Brad picked up the large tool and proceeded towards Brooke's well fucked hole. He placed the uncut head at her entrance, but before he could push it forward, Brooke reached down and grabbed it. Brooke held it firmly in her hand, sliding her grip down to expose the uncovered head of this masculine imposture.

Brad held the base of her prized plaything as Brooke guided herself down onto it. Her pussy was more than willing to accept this much larger version of a man. It was as if she was reconnecting with an old friend she longed for. Her whole body seemed to relax. Her breathing slowed and her skin seemed to melt as she slowly slid it in and out. Brad helped support the massive base, but it was Brooke that was establishing the pace.

She was clearly reliving a past lover. She was crying out, clenching her teeth and moaning as she worked the familiar phallus in and out. Her body seemed to be changing as she continued. Her tone, her movements all seemed to adjust to a different protocol.

Brad was enjoying the show. He wasn't jealous of her fantasy. He didn't feel threatened by it, instead he was just happy to be a part of it.

Brooke's pace gradually hastened. Soon she was almost aggressively jamming this latex lover into her pussy as if she was punishing herself with it. But she wasn't. The pleasurable moans coming from her mouth made it clear she was enjoying every inch.

"Yes, pleeease."

Brooke begged as if she was talking directly to it, before taking hold of the base and shoving the life like cock as deep as it would go. Brad was completely unnecessary at that point. He was just a spectator. She had taken full control of her own pleasure and was shaking in ecstasy as her body exploded.

Brad was in awe as he watched the juices of her pleasure gush from her. The pleasure this large cock was bringing her was overwhelming. Her body was giving every ounce it had over to the fantasy playing out in her head and her pussy. Her body shuddered as she lay there holding it as deep as she could. She twitched as if she was having a convulsion, as her lungs struggled to fill.

Despite the fact it was a toy and an illusion that had brought her to this point, Brad felt he was a distinct part of it all. After all they were still playing a game together, one that still required more of him. He reached for her inner thigh and gently brushed it. Her soft skin was warm and sticky, from the spray that shot out around the fake lover. Brad rubbed it into her skin as if it was a lotion. One that would soothe her longing and bring her joy.

It took Brooke a few minutes to return to reality, but as soon as she did, she gleefully announced:

"That's three."

Brad knew that was his cue to get to work. She expected him to live up to his promise and give her four orgasms tonight. For some women the arbitrary nature of a specific number of orgasms might seem weird. But for Brooke it was all a game designed to scratch an itch that she could never seem to reach. Her body and mind had been corrupted, and a normal sex life would just never suffice.

Brad's eyes had adjusted quite well to the dark at this point. The light of the moon now seemingly illuminating the room like a spotlight on a dark stage. He could clearly see the glistening mixture as it dripped from her and her toy. As she pulled her fantasy lover from her now destroyed pussy, he could see the slick result.

Brooke's pussy was stuck open. Her body completely used and unable to muster the strength to snap shut. Brad could see his seed on the dildo now laying next to her, but the forceful stream of her pleasure had irrigated most of him out of her.

Brad reached forward to slip a finger inside Brooke to massage the spongy roof of her canal, but she stopped him before his finger touched her body.

"I wanna feel your soft tongue again."

Brad was a little hesitant at first. It wasn't as if he hadn't eaten her used pussy before, but it had been some time, and he wasn't too excited about the idea of tasting his own seed. But with a little encouragement from Brooke's hands pulling him closer, he decided to oblige her request.

Brad knew to be carful of her clit at this point. He knew that only soft slow strokes would be pleasurable and that he should focus more on her engorged lips. He slowly circled her gently, soothing her skin. He was limited in the areas he felt he could comfortably explore. Her clit was all but off limits and he was intentionally avoiding digging deeper for fear of finding more of his earlier contribution.

Brooke was slow to respond at this point but still felt the carnal desire for more. She wanted Brad's tongue deep inside her, where his finger wanted to go. She wanted to feel his soft tongue probing her, soothing more than just her outer lips, so she gently pushed him farther down.

Brad took her cue and went along with Brooke's implied request. He gently licked around the sides of her opening as the quiver returned. Brad was getting less concerned with his own fears and more focused on his wife's desire. As he felt the slick walls of her invite him in. Brooke timed her hips to push closer as Brad licked, driving him deeper into her with each sweep of his tongue.

Brad could feel Brooke's body tense as she held her breath and bared down. She was intentionally pushing the slimy liquid deep inside her out onto his tongue. Brad felt the warm sticky goo drain onto his tongue but rather than pull back in disgust he fought through his own trepidation to please his wife.

Soon Brad's desire to please Brooke became his own. He stretched as deep as he could to retrieve every sticky drop. His desire to please Brooke was replaced by his own twisted craving. Lucky for him that is exactly what Brooke needed to send her over the edge again.

Brooke held his head firmly between her thighs as she pushed every drop from her into her husband's adoring mouth. It was just about the hottest thing Brad had ever experienced with her in the moment, but quickly he would feel the panic his kinky deed would inflict on him.

Brooke could sense a change in Brad's demeaner, even in the darkness of their bedroom. She knew he was feeling uneasy about tasting his own cum but wanted to assure him it was hot to her.

"What's wrong baby?" She purred.

"It's just that, I, uh I don't want you to think less of me."

"What? What the hell are you talking about? "Brooke acted as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"It's just that only women and gay guys are supposed to like semen."

"Nonsense." Brooke responded.

"First of all, that was a mixture of us both. And secondly it was my pussy that it came from. Hardly gay to be eating your wife's pussy." She continued.

Brad was trying to believe his wife's words. She was clearly trying to get him past his own mental speedbump. But it was still difficult for him not to feel embarrassed at his obvious desire to eat her, even though his own sperm was still present.

Brad got up and went into the bathroom leaving Brooke to recover on her own.

The next morning Brooke could sense that Brad was still a little embarrassed.

"You know that was fucken amazing last night." Brooke confessed.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I was so turned on when you ate me out. The feeling of your tongue sloshing around inside my used pussy is one of the hottest things ever."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time."

Brad's words didn't match his demeaner. He was trying to cover up his shame, but Brooke knew him just as well as he knew her.

"Can we do that again tonight?" She seductively pleaded with him.

Brad was a sucker for Brooke. He was always willing to do his best to make her happy and this was no different. His own shame wasn't as strong as his desire to please her. If she hadn't been so good at convincing him she truly enjoyed it, he would never have agreed to do it in the light of day, but he was convinced it was something she really wanted.

"Well, I need to get going, I have a conference call with Michelle about launching a new program for October. "

"What? Are you talking about that caged to comply program you were talking about?"

"Yeah, I think we have all the bugs worked out of it and she has a group already lined up that wants to participate." Brooke reviled.

"I didn't know you wanted to start doing that so soon."

"Well yeah, October is only a few days away and what better month to start a chastity training program?"

Brooke gave Brad a good by kiss before grabbing her jacket and rushing out of the cabin.

Brad went back to sipping on his coffee and looking at the news on his phone, as he tried to get over the fact that this winter was going to start Brooke's desire to keep the lake retreat operational all year long. Luckily this program wasn't going to require all the facility to be operational, but this meant they wouldn't have as much time to go vacation in a warmer climate.

Brad spent the day doing chores in and around the cabin. Taking a break in the middle of the day to walk the hundred or so yards to the lake. Brad didn't get a chance to fish very often anymore. If he wasn't working or chasing after Brooke, he was off on some crazy adventure with her. Usually, he would be too tired to do anything other than try and keep up with her insatiable sexual appetite. But today he was going to take some time and try and catch a few trout for dinner.

By the time Brooke got home from the office, Brad had already cleaned and fried up the two fish he caught. He was laying the food out on the table, while she excitedly told him about her call with Michelle.

"She loved the whole program. By the end of the day, we had ten couples signed up and committed. "

"So, we have three days to get everything ready for their arrival." Brooke added.

Brad wasn't thrilled with the idea of being stuck in the cold mountain cabin for another month, but it was his recommendation to Michelle to extend the season, eventually maybe even having the resort open year around. It just made good business sense. Why leave the whole place boarded up all winter with no revenue coming in? It wasn't as if it snowed much at this elevation. So why not expand and generate money year around?

Brooke filled him in on some of the details of her conversation with Michelle, including the invitation to go on vacation in November once the new October session was over. Eventually the conversation wandered away from the new news and onto the old. It was Brooke that reminded him of her morning request for a repeat of his performance the night before. Eventually they ended up on the couch like always until it was time to head off to bed.

Brooke came out of the bathroom, with teeth brushed teeth, and ready for her husband's gift to her, his willingness to feed her desires. Brad tossed his clothes on the chair next to the bed and walked towards the bathroom to turn off the light.

"No, leave it on." Brooke requested.

Brad slipped back into bed next to his beautiful wife. She quickly rolled over onto him and started kissing him. Brooke was leading Brad towards a destination he was reluctant to go to, but deep down wanted just as much as she did. Brooke continued sliding her hand over his body, excising his skin and causing his manhood to react. Brad was ready almost immediately.

Brooke wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft, stroking him slowly up and down. She was making sure he was fully invested and horny as hell. Brooke knew the way to get Brad comfortable with what he was about to do was to get his level of excitement up as high as possible. Leaving the light on was partially for her, the idea of watching him clean her out was electrifying her. But perhaps even more importantly she knew how visual men are. She knew that if she could give him a show, she could whip him into a frenzy and get him to abandon all reservations.

As quickly as she started, she stopped, leaving Brad laying there dying for her touch.

"Now it's my turn." She playfully declared.

Brad hadn't noticed the lifelike dildo that was laying there between their pillows. It was the same one he had used on her, or more accurately she used on herself, the night before. Brooke laid her head down and spread her legs wide, angling her body towards him. She wanted to make sure Brad could see clearly everything she was about to do.

Brooke brought the dark brown dick to her mouth, sticking her tongue out to meet it part way. She licked around the soft skin covering the head as she breathed longingly for it. If Brooke was only putting on a show, she was doing a hell of a job. She could have won an academy award. It was as if she was starved for this cock her want to devour it but was fighting the urge so she could savor it.

Brad thought back to all the times he's watched her suck other men, but he couldn't remember a time that was hotter than this. Brooke used her other hand to pull the fake foreskin back, exposing the bulbus head of her desire. It was certainly shaped differently than Brad and without a doubt larger than him as well. Brooke coated the whole length of the shaft with her saliva as she gradually worked it into her mouth and down her throat.

Brooke pushed the entire thing as deep as it would go and yet never once gagged. She was an expert in all things sex, and this was just more proof of that. Brad was so intently watching her suck this amazing substitute, he was unaware that she was using her other hand now on her pussy.

Brooke was strategic in everything she was doing. She was a professional at this point in sexual techniques as well as in the ways of arousal. She was performing for her husband with a goal in mind. Get him so horney he will agree to do anything.

Once Brooke felt she was ready, she pulled the bronze monster from her mouth and moved it down to her mound of anticipation. She held the fake skin of her brown boyfriend back with one hand while she pushed it in with the other. Gradually she worked it in, farther and farther until she had buried it all inside.

"I know how much you love watching me get fucked." Brooke teased.

Brad couldn't deny it. Neither his cock nor his face could hide his excitement. He loved the fact his wife could be such a slut and yet such a princess at the same time. Brooke adjusted her grip, using both hands to grab the shaft of her pretend lover, leaving the base to flop unobstructed. It wasn't until then that Brad noticed an inscription on the bottom of the dildo.

You will forever be mine

And I will forever be yours

Alex

Brad felt that familiar green cloud rush over him and cover his heart. The green monster of jealousy. He had rescued her from him not once but twice now and yet she kept this gift from him? Brad wanted to be mad, he wanted to scream out in pain and declare his anger, but he couldn't. For as much as he was jealous, he was also excited. He instantly realized that her toy must be a replica of him. Brooke had kept an exact duplicate of the man that had twice stollen her away from him and seduced her into what was essentially slavery.

"I bet you wish it was you fucking me." Brooke prodded.

Brad just nodded his head vigorously agreeing with her.

"So, what are you waiting for?" She provocatively asked, as she withdrew the prince's gift from her.

Brad didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly crawled up between her legs and put the head of his cock to her still parted lips. He pushed forward easily sliding in. She was not only dripping wet but also had been opened wider than Brad's natural cock could do on its own.

"That's it, baby, fuck your slutty little wife. She loves the way your cock feels in her used pussy."

Brad was too full of lust to be embarrassed by her comment. After all she was right. He had really grown to like thinking of his wife as his own secret slut. Truth was it was no secret and she wasn't just his slut either. Brad wanted to fuck Brooke until she couldn't take any more. He wanted to overwhelm her and finally have her be the one to cry uncle. But he knew that would never happen. Her ability to have sex far surpassed his.

"That's it, cum in my slutty little pussy. Come for me."

But just as Brad's body tensed up, before his balls could empty, she pushed him off of her.

"Oh fuck, dam it. What did you do that for?" Brad cried.

Brad was nearly distraught. He wanted so badly to cum, but Brooke prevented it.

"You remember what you promised me? "Brooke questioned.

"Yeah, but I can't clean you out if you don't let me cum in you." Brad reminded her.

"Ok, as long as you promise."

"Yeah, I promise." He said in a frenzy.

Brooke sat up, pushing Brad back farther and onto his back. Then she spun around her hands and feet flat on the bed and her ass pushed up into the air. Then Brooke positioned herself just right and lowered herself onto his straining cock.

Brad had a front row seat. He watched as every inch of his cock disappeared inside Brooke, before she rested her weight against his midsection and rotated her hips as if she was using a hula hoop. Brooke squeezed her muscles as she wiggled around, riding Brad like a rodeo bronc. The only thing better than watching Brooke's ass was watching it bounce up and down on his cock.

Brad didn't want to cum. He knew that would bring an end to the show he was getting. He wanted to make this event last as long as possible, but sadly he wasn't strong enough. As soon as Brooke felt the hot geyser let loose, she clenched her muscles and put all her weight back on his helpless body.

Brooke waited until her husband's cock quit pulsing. She wanted to make sure she milked every drop from it before she lifted and let him free. It amazing how tight she could squeeze with her pussy, but like everything else on her body it was well toned and in great shape. Hard to believe with everything her body had endured, but the truth was, she was in better shape then women many years younger than her.

If Brad was thinking of backing out, it would be too late now. She slid off his cock moved back putting her clenched pussy directly over his face. She hovered six inches above him pausing to give him time to examine what he had done. Brooke knew Brad couldn't resist the opportunity to examine her used cunt. Sure enough, his eyes were wide open looking up at her.

"Open your mouth and show me that magical tongue of yours." She lovingly demanded.

Brad was too involved with the situation to protest or even think about what she was requesting. He simply complied without a second thought and stuck his tongue out flat, offering her the largest possible target. Brooke began to relax her muscles and allow the contents she had so preciously held onto escape. The first drop landed on Brad's upper lip before rolling off and into his open mouth. Brad instinctively flinched but instead of moving his mouth farther away from the target, he moved it into the exact spot Brooke wanted.

Brad was surprised at the volume of semen that fell onto his outstretched tongue. Unlike the last tiny drop this was enough to coat the surface of his tongue and overflow.

"Don't waist it." Brooke firmly commanded.

Brad didn't think he just complied. He pulled his tongue back and scrapped it against his teeth to collect all of his still warm seed. Brooke moaned in approval before lowering herself closer and allowing Brad to feel her warmth against his lips. Brad didn't need any more encouragement. He shoved his tongue up as far as he staining to get as deep as possible.

Brad was as crazy with desire as Brooke was now. He wanted to clean her out as much as she wanted him to. He welcomed her efforts when she pressed against him and pushed. She was trying to make every glob drain from her into his mouth. He could feel the warm spunk sliding down his tongue like a ramp leading to his waiting mouth. Her cries of approval coaxing him on.

Brad lapped away at Brooke's slimy pussy as if it was an elixir of life. He had forgotten all about his pride and was completely controlled by his carnal lust. There was nothing but her pussy and his quest to get it completely clean. Brooke wiggled back and forth as she pressed her slimy pussy against him rubbing it all over his face.

Soon the sliminess of her pussy faded and his job was complete. He had successfully cleaned her of every drop of his salty goo. Brooke rose up again, allowing Brad to lay there, with his face glazed like a fresh donut. She laid down next to him, proud of what they had accomplished.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me." Brooke hissed.

Brad felt a tinge of shame wash over him, but her words took the sting out of it.

"I'm glad we had time to do that before the end of the month."

Brad didn't respond, but he knew what she was talking about. He wasn't sure if she was going to include him in the annual Locktober celebration, but now he knew. He laid there contemplating the month-long restriction he was about to endure again. The slickness on his face drying as he thought.

Brooke took her prince's gift to the bathroom and washed it clean before returning it to its velvet bag and safely back in her toy drawer.

Brad decided to hop in the shower and wash his body clean, before returning to their bed.

The happily married couple lay there next to each other, their bodies gently touching. The connection they felt remained unbroken even after many years and many other exploits. Brooke fell asleep, leaving Brad awake to contemplate his upcoming trial. Brad was concerned about what Brooke had in store for him this time. The past Locktober had been tough enough, but hopefully she wasn't planning to put him through any of the evil tests she had designed for her new program. I guess he would have to wait at least until tomorrow when he could ask her what she had planned for this Locktober's surprise.