Risky Games
written by:
J&T

RISKY GAMES

Jan and Todd were fucking on their living room rug. They were truly fucking, hard, fast, passionately. Couples often fuck like that at their first matings, but they had been together for over a year now. Sexually, they were a perfect match, and they both knew it. They were on that occasion both extremely turned on, Jan had been dripping wet before they started and her husband seemed to her to be having his largest erection ever. He had gotten on top of her at the beginning, and had spread her long smooth thighs, using his stiff cock to briefly caress her red pubic hair, which she trimmed but not shaved. He had entered her roughly, hitting bottom with one swift stroke, but she had been so soaking wet that it didn't matter.

Their mating was animalistic, wild, nearly violent but very loving. Todd raised himself on his knees and his long hard shaft rubbed against her swollen clit while he was sawing in and out of her ready cunt. She began climaxing within less than one minute, as Todd had known she would. There are few married couples that are so well adjusted sexually to each other. As Todd continued penetrating his wife with his long manly tool, she continued twisting in wild orgasm, raising her long legs higher and bending her smooth thighs. She did not come down from her high until well after Todd, fully satisfied, had filled her with sticky seed.

The conversation that had turned them on so much had began about half an hour before their wild coupling, when Jan had said:

"We will go in separate cars."

"Why?"

Jan, her husband Todd, and her former college roommate Ann had been planning to go out together that Friday night. It turned out that Todd had to see a client, so it'd be a girls night out. Todd and Jan had just finished dinner.

"Well, you know Ann, she's likely to pick up a guy at the place we are going, and end up taking him to her place. I don't want to be stranded," Jan said.

She was just twenty-four, a slender, long-legged real redhead, about ten years younger and three inches shorter than her six-foot-two handsome, black haired husband.

"Where are you girls going?"

Jan mentioned it. It was a large club, well known as a meat market. Todd raised his eyebrows. People, male and female, went there with nothing but hook-up in mind. Todd knew that Jan and Ann used to go there sometimes, before he and Jan met.

"That's where the two of you would go when you really wanted to get laid!"

They had kept no secrets from each other about their previous sexual experience, which was for both of them quite extensive.

"It's different for me now that I'm married."

"I bet there aren't many married women there?"

"You don't see many rings, but I suspect some leave them at home."

Todd looked thoughtful. She said: "It bothers you a little, right? The green monster of jealousy?"

"You said you'd bring your car and come home. I trust you: I know that you wouldn't leave with some guy."

"Well," she laughed, "of course I wouldn't do that. And there are many things I wouldn't do either, well below that threshold."

"Where would the boundary be for you, between what you'd do and wouldn't do?"

"You know I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want me to do."

"Or anything that you yourself wouldn't feel comfortable doing, even if it was OK with me."

"Of course."

He smiled at her: "So, where would exactly the borderline between what's Ok and what's not, for both of us?"

Full trust, without any jealousy, was the essence of their relationship. They were both flirts, and they liked to tease other people. They enjoyed watching each other, at parties or bars, turning other people on. Sometimes they danced with other people, friends or strangers, at clubs, and there had been the occasional dance floor kiss, even open-mouthed, and a bit of more or less intimate touching, but they always left together. Back home, it lead to very hot sex between them, and to some "what might have been" fantasies. They called it "finishing what others had started". They had talked, after some drinks, about the day when things would open further, but nothing had come of it yet.

"Well, what is your boundary between what you'd be still OK with me doing and what you would not want me to do?" she asked.

"You first. Things shouldn't go beyond what either of us would be comfortable with."

"No, you started this."

"I have an idea," he said realizing they were at a standstill. "There's a fairer way to find out."

"How?"

"You ask me whether something would be fine with me, starting with the mildest, something that's obviously OK with both of us, and work your way towards wilder things until you stop because your limit is reached, or else until I say that we are up to my own boundary, that I wouldn't want you to go further."

She laughed: "Sounds fun. You want to make a game of it?"

He smiled: "Sure, the one whose limit is reached first must cook for the next big party we give."

She nodded. "Be ready to bone up on the cookbooks."

"Let's begin."

She nodded: "You are comfortable with me going there. Not all husbands would be."

"I said so already."

"And talking to guys, being chatted up."

"This is an unavoidable part of being there."

"Flirting."

"OK"

"How about letting guys buy me drinks?"

He paused: "After some flirting, I don't see how you can refuse."

"Well, guys expect girls to let them sit or stand next to them, and talk with them for a while, if they accept a drink."

"Of course. You'd be sitting at the next bar stool."

"OK then. If a guy touches me, you know, slide a hand on my bare thigh? For a few seconds? Should I push away?"

"Sounds sexy. It might get you wet."

"How about if a guy asks me to dance? Can I say yes?"

"Sure. You have done that."

"But you were there."

"It makes no difference."

"And if he asks me to stay on the dance floor when the music turns slower?"

"That'd be still OK."

"Are you sure? There's always a bit of rubbing, while slow dancing."

"That'd be OK too, if you are fine with it. It'd make you come back home wetter."

"Well, what's your limit?" She sounded surprised.

"Keep asking, unless of course we have reached your limit already."

It was at this point, although they did not realize it until later, that the nature of the conversation changed. Before, it was just a fun game. Each knew that flirting, and even dancing with another person was fine. They had done it before, quite openly, when going out alone or with friends. Now, it had changed into kind of a game of chicken, each trying not to be the one that would stop. A possibly very dangerous game. Why doing this was turning them on they did not know, but it did.

She took a deep breath: "Letting him do a little squeezing, and more rubbing?"

"It's just part of slow dancing."

"Kissing on the dance floor?"

He shrugged: "Fine."

"In the mouth?"

"If you are OK with it."

"What if the guy asks me to quit the dance floor and go to a table?"

"You could go."

"A booth, in a dark area for some private kissing?"

"If you wish."

"And some more intimate touching?"

"How intimate?"

"Including maybe a bit of fingering?"

"I'm sure he'd find you very wet."

"You don't want to give up do you?"

"You can quit any time. I'm still OK"

"But beyond this point, things get -- I don't know-- "

"You want to admit that you lost the game?"

"Not yet."

"Go on then."

"Well, knowing the place, the next thing would be to accept the guy's suggestion to go sit in his car."

"If you feel it's safe. Or you could suggest your car instead."

"I might. And there, there'd be some more touching?"

"I said I was OK with it inside. It doesn't matter where it happens, right?"

"But maybe then some clothes might come off?"

Then there was a definite pause.

"Well, this is a dicey one."

"OK, so this is your limit!" she said triumphantly.

"Not really. It'd be OK, but on one condition."

"Well, of course!"

"You'd have to have condoms with you."

In her shock she just said: "Just to fool around in a car?"

"Just in case one thing led to another."

"You think I'd do that?"

"You never know."

"You don't trust me?"

"I know is that your limit is below going home with a guy, to get fucked by him, by a stranger, which you did plenty of times as a single girl in such outings. You said you wouldn't do that now that you are my wife. But I also know your limit is at, if not above, sitting in a car with him, after having had a few drinks and had your married pussy fingered. You'd be horny, wet, and a bit drunk at that point."

"Then you should back off and say your limit would be before I went to the booth or even all the way back to before I'd let guys buy me drinks."

"This is already over. You said you'd be OK with a guy french-kissing you, caressing your thighs and breasts, and fingering your pussy after taking off some of his clothing, or yours. At that point things may happen that are hard to stop. Condoms should then be available."

"I don't even have condoms!"

"I have some leftovers from the old days."

They lived in the house that had been his when they met.

"But I won't need them. I wouldn't have sex with another guy."

"Think of them as insurance. You always think you won't need it, and you rarely do, but when you do need it, it's very good to have it."

"Would you be comfortable with that? With your wife going to that place carrying some condoms?"

"If my wife is going to go into a car, a bit drunk, and let a guy she just met take some of her clothes off, I'd feel more comfortable if she had protection available."

"Just because there's a limit beyond which I wouldn't go, it doesn't mean I'd get all the way there!"

"But you might. It's like a safety net."

And he stood up, and kissed her deeply. She touched him.

"You are excited? This talk turns you on?"

He put his hand on her crotch. You too are wet. All this talk about a stranger fingering you.!

Seconds after they were on the carpet, tearing each others clothes off, wildly.

They showered together after, and then they dressed for their respective appointments. Todd stared at his wife's choice, her shortest cutoffs, which left her silky thighs completely exposed, and a top, muscle shirt style, and cut so short as to leave her midriff bare, while leaving her small breasts nearly visible and her puffy nipples showing through the fabric.

He opened a drawer and took out a long-forgotten strip of three rubbers. He gave them to her. She hesitated but put them in her cutoffs pocket saying:

"This is only insurance. A safety net, as you said. You shouldn't think I plan to use them."

He nodded. "Are you going to wear your rings?"

"Of course!"

"It may save you from having to answer some questions from the guys that will but you drinks, that's all."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked after a long pause.

"Leave them with me."

She slowly took off her finger her engagement and wedding rings. "As you said, just so that nobody asks what I am doing there without my husband." Ans she put them on the night table.

At that point Ann arrived. As they were all leaving, Todd saw Ann's astonishment when she noticed Jan's naked hand. Todd kissed then his wife goodbye and then told Ann:

"Take care."

* * *

It was about two in the morning when Jan drove back home. Todd was in the kitchen. She looked at him, rather awkwardly and asked how his meeting went.

He looked at her and he thought that with her cutoffs and top she looked sexier than ever. Freshly fucked women always look sexy. Married women just fucked by a stranger even more so. He ignored the question.

"Did Ann ask you about the rings?" he said.

"Yes,. I told her it was your idea."

"What happened to Ann? Did she get lucky?"

"She took a guy home."

"So, did guys buy you drinks?" he began slowly.

"A couple of them. No, three."

"Nice guys?"

"Nice enough, they talked and flirted with both Ann and me."

"Were you asked to dance?"

"The guy that had joined the group last, he's the one. Ann went with another."

"Had he touched you?"

"Yes, a little. The one that bought me the first drink had too, but I didn't like him."

"Did he kiss you, the guy you danced with?"

"After a while."

"Did it feel good?"

"He was a good kisser."

"Did you go sit in a booth?"

"Yes, eventually, and he bought me another drink and kissed me more."

"Did he finger you?"

"You said it was OK."

He unzipped her cutoffs and touched her. "You wore no panties?"

"I did, when I left the house."

She felt him getting instantaneously fully erect. "Let's get to the bedroom," he said.

"You went to his car with him," he said when they got there.

"After I had another drink, I saw Ann leaving with her guy. She wished me luck. That's when the guy asked me to go home with him too. I said no. Then he said how about this car. I said we could go to mine."

"Safer?"

"Yes. I didn't want him to drive away."

"Which clothes came off?"

"Nothing right away. We kissed more and he fingered me again."

"Were you wet?"

She nodded. "Very. Then my top, and his shirt, came off."

"What did he look like?"

"He's nearly as tall as you, blond, construction worker type, tats, lots of muscle."

By then Todd and Jan were both naked.

"And your panties?"

"Just a few minutes later."

"And him?"

"He took off his shorts and underpants."

"You helped?"

"Yes."

There was then a long pause, while they kissed again, and explored each other very intimately. They both knew what the next question was and both were uneasy about it. Finally Todd said:

"Put your rings back on."

She did and it was only then that he asked:

"Did he fuck you?"

There's no doubt that this is the most intimate question a man can ask his wife. She did not speak, she couldn't: she put her hand in the cutoff's pocket and showed Todd the strip, there were now only two rubbers. Todd nodded.

"It was like you guessed. After one point it's hard to stop."

"You didn't want to stop."

"Not any more."

"Did you put the condom on him?"

"Right then, just before we fucked."

"How did he fuck you? In the back seat?"

"In the front passenger seat. He had me straddle him."

"Were you ready?"

"Very, but not quite as much as now."

He put her on top of him: "Ride me like you rode him. "

She grabbed his cock and began to lower herself. "Is that how you did it, you grabbed him?"

She nodded. "And he pushed you down like this?"

"Yes!" she screamed while he was pushing her all the way down, stretching her.

"Did he fill you up?"

She understood. "Yes, he filled me up, he stretched my cunt."

He put his hands under her and began to lift her and then let her fall down, until their thighs smacked together. "Did he do it this way?"

"He squeezed my tits too."

"Like this?"

"Yes, but he works with his hands so it felt rougher."

They kept fucking. Todd knew no changes of position would have been possible in the front seat of the car. Jan began cumming

"Did he make you cum?"

"Yes, I had already cum when you fucked me earlier--"

Todd knew it was much easier for her the second time, when they had sex more than once in a session. He felt her begin to cum now, her vaginal squeezing his tool, milking it.

"Did he cum?"

"After a couple more minutes."

"Like this?"

He pushed her up and down faster, and she felt him exploding very deep inside her open pussy.

The next day Todd went to the garage and checked her car. He found a a condom wrapper on the floor, on the driver's side. On the passenger side there were her panties and a used condom, well filled with cum.

He then realized that until that moment he had not been quite sure of whether Jan had made up parts of the story to turn him and herself on. But now he knew: a stranger had truly fucked his wife.

It'd take another game to find out what would be next, what would the limits be.