Games

The club was dark and the dance floor crowded, with couples dancing close to sexy, slow music. It was a large place with a well earned reputation for a good spot to hook up.

A man was watching the dancers. One of them was a redhead, quite young-looking: one might have thought she was there with a fake ID, although she was really twenty four. Her hair was shoulder length and her skin freckless. She was wearing denim cutoffs, very skimpy, which displayed her smooth thighs and long, slender legs to great advantage. Her tank top partly exposed her breasts, which were small but perky. Her partner was in his late twenties, an athletic blond man, a true viking type, his rippling muscles brilliantly displayed under a tight fitting tee shirt. She was five feet ten but he towered by ten inches over her. The contact with the redhead was causing a very large bulge in the front of his slacks. He knew that she had noticed.

The woman squeezed closer to him. After a while she opened her mouth and the man kissed her for a long time, his tongue entering her deeply. She reciprocated. They had met about an hour before, when she came into the bar alone and sat next to him. He had asked her to accept a drink. It was after downing her third one that she accepted his offer to dance.

The man thought he knew the type. The kind that goes to that type of club to get laid. Unattached, she wore no rings. He knew she was looking for cock and he was planning to give it to her. Discreetly, he put a hand between her thighs and moved a finger up under the shorts. She was wearing no panties.

He was so hard that it hurt and he squeezed her butt to make her feel it. She did: his fingers could feel the heat, and even the wetness, coming from her unprotected cunt. The slut means business, he said to himself.

"Shall we go?" he asked.

"Where do you want to go?"

"My place is not far. Or we can get a room down the street."

A motel-8 there did a lot of quick business on weekend nights.

She nodded and said: "Let me go to the ladies room, freshen up... and think a little. I will meet you here in a few."

The restrooms were towards the back away from the dance area. As she walked, she glanced at the man that had been discreetly watching her dance. She knew he would follow her.

She was very familiar with the club. She went down the hallway past the rest rooms. The watcher joined her there. He was about ten years older than her, very handsome and athletic. They talked.

"This was hot", he said.

"Did you see him rub against me?"

"I sure did."

"He asked me to the motel down the street."

"You like him?"

"Yes."

The man nodded: "OK, so tonight is the night."

"Are we sure?"

"We have been through this. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Yes... No. You know -- I have been a faithful wife."

"This won't be cheating."

"You won't regret it in the morning, if I do it."

He felt her pussy.

"You are sure wet."

"Let's go home and fuck, Todd," she said.

"Not now. You go back. Tell him the line was long."

She nodded. "Give me the box you bought."

He had nearly forgotten. He pulled it out of his pocket.

"Keep the device finder turned on."

She kissed him and turned back towards the dance area.

* * *

How had things come to that point? They had now been at that place together half a dozen times.

The first time it has been more or less by accident. Jan and Todd had been at a party. Bored, they had made their excuses and left early. Not willing to call it a night they had decided to stop somewhere for a drink and that bar was the first place they found, after getting kind of lost.

It was a meat market, a hookup place and although it was very large and crowded it seemed likely that they were the only couple that have come there together. They did find a table with a good view of the bar and amused themselves by watching the mating games going on around them.

They had then been married only for a few months and had known each other for about a year. They still had a lot to learn about each other.

They were into their second drink when Todd asked: "You were here before, right?"

Jan blushed deeply. "When I was single... But how did you guess?"

"You knew where the ladies room is."

She laughed, drained her drink and changed the subject. But eventually Todd said:

"I did not think it was your kind of place, it is very blue collar, and not like the artsy crowd you hang out with."

She worked at an art gallery.

"Sometimes a girl wants to go to a place where none of the men are gay and she will not run into coworkers."

"Did you get lucky?"

Maybe it was the alcohol that made her answer quickly, or maybe just that they had no secrets with each other. He knew she had been promiscuous in college. As to him, a handsome former college athlete, he had been around a lot himself.

"Every time."

"Every time what?"

"I 'got lucky' as you say, every time I came here. It was my 'go to' place when I was horny and wanted to hook up. When I really wanted to get laid. This place is better than a frat party."

"How many times you came here?"

"I discovered the place by accident during my job interview trip. I was nervous and needed to relax. Then I must have been here once or twice a month until you and I decided to cool things down with other people."

Indeed Todd did know a lot. He had gotten her once, when she was a bit drunk, to tell him about some of of her past adventures and she knew that he had liked to hear about them. It had turned him on.

"And you got laid, fucked by strangers you met here. Once or twice a month for over a year."

"Maybe not as many. I was worse than that in college, as you know."

"Did you go home with the guys that picked you up?"

"A few times to their place. A couple I took home. Maybe twice to the motel down the street. Also, in their cars... in the parking lot."

"How long did it take for you to hook up?"

"When I was in the mood, I came here dressed right, short shorts..."

Her wonderful long legs and silky thighs.

"... and ready, with condoms in my purse."

"So, you did not stay here long?"

"How do you want to know so much? You know how hookups work."

"Yes. But not so much from the point of view of my own wife."

The waitress passed by and Todd ordered a fourth drink for his wife only, explaining he had to drive.

"Well, it doesn't take long for a girl to get a guy to buy her a drink. She says yes, if he's nice. Chat a little. Then either move on or accept a second drink. After that..."

"Show me how you got guys to offer you a drink."

"Why?"

"Just to see it. Just a drink. Then move on, as you said, back to me."

And this is how it was that time. She walked to the bar and let a man buy her a drink. She flirted with him and talked to him for a while, then she made her excuses.

"He was your type, right?" asked Todd on the way home.

"What do you mean?"

"You moved on because I was there, that's what we had agreed--- but in the old days, you'd have let him buy you another drink."

"Probably."

"And later?"

"It would have depended on the chemistry..."

"On the bulge in his pants."

"You know what I like darling, she said squeezing him."

They went home, they barely made it and they were taking each other clothes off on the way in. They fucked in the entrance hall: they did not make it to the bedroom, not the first time. Their sex was always intense, but on that night it was special.

At brunch the next day she said:

"You were really turned on yesterday."

"You too, you were soaking wet."

"You like it when you see guys hitting on me. I have noticed it before."

"I like it when you flirt back, but not when some ass is bothering you."

"Why?"

"You get horny."

"You don't mind when another guy turns me on?"

"Well, he might get you started but I get to finish," he laughed.

"Also," she said, "you like to hear about my past adventures. My ancient history."

"Not so ancient. There is one thing you revealed yesterday, that I did not know."

"Which is?"

"That you got picked up there even after we began dating."

"I did not cheat. We had made each other no promises yet. And you got laid when you went on that trip to advise that emir, around that time."

He laughed: "He sent a girl to my room and it would have been rude..."

"Tell me. Did we go too far yesterday? ".

"I asked you. All you did is talk, accept a drink..."

"But there have been other times."

"Such as?"

"At that island club where I danced with a guy. Remember?"

They had been on an island vacation. A native had asked her for a dance. She had looked at Todd, expecting him to shake off the guy. But he had just nodded.

"It seemed to me that you did not mind."

"And then that time when you were late meeting me and those guys bought me drinks."

"They were very disappointed when I showed up."

"You were not mad."

"No. Nothing bad was happening."

"One had his hand on my thigh. You did not intervene. You noticed."

"Just a hand, and you were not pushing it away. That made it OK."

"It did?"

"That, and that I knew you'd be very horny for me later."

"How about that time, at that beach, when I went for a short walk with that guy that had been talking to us?"

"Well, he was not going to have sex with you, at a public beach."

"But he could have kissed me. Or fingered me."

"Did he?"

"He fingered me a little but nothing beyond that."

"Look, you were really hot after that. Wet. You wanted to get fucked. What's wrong with that? You practically jumped on me."

"You knew he had turned me on?"

"Of course. It turned me on too."

"Have you ever wondered if I have been with another guy, after we got married?"

Todd knew, of course, that she had given the traditional blow job to the stripper at her bachelorette party. One of the girls attending had been kind enough to send him a pic and he had masturbated to it.

"I know you haven't."

"Even though we agreed that we might give each other a bit of leeway eventually?"

They had vaguely agreed that they might open things up later on. In an indefinite future. Nothing had happened ever. Just enough to find out that watching each other flirting with other people excited them.

"Precisely, if you had, you'd have told me. You'd even tell me before things went too far."

"What would be too far, for you?"

"Right now? I am not sure. How about you, how far would you go?"

"I would not do anything that would make you uncomfortable. But I like to do things that excite you."

"Do you know what would excite me?"

"What?"

"To go there again sometime, and having guys buy you drinks, while I watch discreetly, maybe letting things go a bit further."

"How far?"

"You could dance, for example. And eventually... until one of us feels things have gone far enough. Then we leave, together."

He looked thoughtful.

"Ultimately, it is hard to tell in a conversation, hypothetically, how far things could go. If in reality a line was about to be crossed, I would know. You would know. But in the abstract I am not sure of where the line is."

"So, so you want to find out?"

* * *

And it was inevitable that they went there again, a couple of weeks after. Before, they had seriously discussed ways of having fun while finding out their limits. She had argued that the place had too many recollections for her, they should try another club. He overcame her objections. He pointed out the advantages: it was large, full of people, nobody would notice that he watched her. Also, the blue collar crowd made it unlikely they would run into somebody that knew them. And she was quite familiar with the place.

They agreed on details, signals. If she was the one that decided the game was over, she'd disengage from whoever by saying that she was by "going to fix her lipstick" and join Todd in the back. If it was Todd that thought things had gone far enough, he'd ring her phone which she would have on a low buzz. She'd then stop. For her, playing with her hair with her right hand was a question for Todd, was he still OK with whatever was going on. If necessary, they would text each other. They would eventually go home together, both excited by the experience.

So, they tried it. She went to the bar right away and let several men buy her drinks. She flirted with one of them for a while. That was all. They found it fun.

Over the next few occasions, to try new things became a game for them:

"This time you go in alone first."

"And you come in after me and watch without interfering."

And she went in first and Todd followed twenty minutes later.

And later:

"Tonight you leave your wedding ring home."

"You are OK with me going there barehanded?"

"It will give you more of a choice of guys to flirt with. Although in our past visits it does not seem to have stopped anybody."

"Tonight you wear something even sexier."

"Tonight I will slow dance with a stranger. You will watch another man kiss me."

"Tonight, you bring a pack of condoms."

"Come on! Things won't go that far."

"Didn't you bring condoms when you went there alone?"

"Yes, because I expected to get fucked by a stranger. Which is not the case now. I want a stranger to excite me, and you, and then go home together, you and me."

"It is part of the excitement for me. To know, as you flirt, that you have in your pocket the means to safely fuck the guy, if you wanted to."

But she refused, she thought it was too much.

"Tonight you sit at a booth with a guy."

"I will let him finger me."

The sex on their way back was wild. Several times they did not make it home, they stopped at the roadside and fucked like strangers.

* * *

And they did talk. They decided they did not know what the limits ultimately would be, and that they would keep on playing the game until they found out. It would go as far as both of them wanted it to go. If one of them wanted to stop the game, it would stop. But secretly both felt that the one stopping the game would be the loser. The game became edgier, riskier. An ultimate game of dare.

And, finally, they knew that they had gone so far that there was little left to try. At that point there was a break: they chose other weekend evening activities, each one of them a bit afraid to admit-- to suggest the game go on. Finally, there was a Friday night when they had no other plans. During dinner, they both could feel the tension. Afterwards Jan said:

"Shall we go to the club tonight?"

Todd nodded. After a long pause he added: "Tonight may be the night, then?"

They both knew it was but had not dared to directly discuss it.

"You mean where we push the game to its limits?"

"Maybe not. Remember any of us can call a stop to it. But we should be prepared just in case."

Jan watched as he took their cell phones. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure our 'find my phone' app works from either one. In case we get separated."

She was about to protest but she knew it was wise. She said: "Make sure mine is on the buzz setting, low volume."

When they got dressed, she chose a very sexy outfit, one that she had not worn in a while: her shortest cutoffs and a tank top that nearly exposed the side of her breasts and it was itself cut short, leaving her midriff bare.

"These are fuck me clothes," he said.

"You are not comfortable with me wearing this to that place?"

"I didn't say that."

"You can stop the game by telling me not go dressed like this. "

"The game does not start until we get there."

"I don't think so, these preparations are part of it. The phones. And I did wear similar stuff there when I was single."

"I am sure, if you really wanted to get laid."

"This makes it more interesting."

It was easier for Todd. Grey slacks and a blue shirt, which would make him inconspicuous.

On the way, he pulled into a parking lot.

"It's not here."

"Come, we need something."

There was a drugstore. He picked a six-pack of condoms. The clerk leered at Jan as Todd paid, in cash.

Back in the car Todd said: "Put them in your purse."

She took them.

They drove quietly to the club. She got up, ready to get in first. As she was leaving, she handed back the package to her husband:

"You hold them in case I need them and I ask you for them."

And she walked briskly towards the door.

* * *

And she had walked in. She had seen right away the tall blond man sitting at the bar, and at that moment a seat next to him became empty. A lucky sign? She took it. The man bought her a drink at once.

Todd waited longer than usual, maybe half an hour. By the time she scoped her, she was well into the second drink, and the man had his huge hand on her thigh. Todd ordered a double drink. A bit later Jan saw him, she knew the dark area back from the bar where he liked to discreetly look at her. Over the next twenty minutes, the hand got higher. Jan twisted her hair several times, her signal to Todd, who did not react. Then was when the stranger asked her to dance. Todd moved to another spot. She gave 'the signal' again and, feeling no objection, turned up her face after a few seconds and let the stranger kiss her deeply, while his huge hands squeezed her nearly naked butt. And still there was no reaction from Todd.

That is when the blond man made his move and she, after replying, went to the back hallway and had her talk with Todd.

After that, she went back and found the Nordic stud. She nodded at him. He grinned and they left. It was that easy, just a nod.

His car was a red Camaro. "My place or yours?"

"The motel you mentioned."

He was perhaps slightly disappointed but started the car. She knew Todd was following her on the phone finder and she kept looking at her own phone for any messages. Todd must have seen her leave. Despite her extensive experience in casual sex with strangers, she was nervous, although wet and excited. When they got there Eric went in to get a room. Meanwhile she sent Todd a message: "at the motel," not sure if she wanted an answer and if so which one. Eric came back with card keys and gave her one. She hesitated for a moment, and then got out of the car. She was going to get fucked, that was final.

A minute after they were in the motel room. She was soon naked, she eagerly took her clothes off and helped him with his own. He had a magnificent body and his cock, already erect, matched her expectations. Hormones, and the effects of alcohol took over from her brain. She had just enough wits to get a condom out, opening the wrapper with her teeth, and roll it on him, despite some mild protests that he wanted her bare. On her back, she spread her thighs wide, and immediately he entered her: her married cunt was being fucked. He was rough, but she was wet and ready. They changed positions after a while, he told her to get on her hands and knees and took her from behind. She flexed her knees and moved a pillow so that it rubbed against her swollen clit. It took a few minutes and, just before he fully filled up the condom reservoir, she came.

About one hour after, but not before he had fucked her a second time, more slowly this time, she got up and quickly and quietly got dressed. She ignored his request for a phone number and left the room. She saw on her cell phone that Todd was at the parking lot. She had told the stud she was getting an Uber.

She got in the car. They remaining silent for a few seconds, Todd taking in the sight of his obviously just fucked wife, her face red, nipples hard, messy hair, clothes barely on.

"Thanks for waiting," she said.

It had been ninety minutes since they had parted at the bar.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"I followed you to the main area and saw you nod and him and then leave."

"So you knew."

"I ordered a double but did not drink it, rather I discreetly poured in a flask. Then I came here. As I was coming into the motel lot I saw you walking in with him. He had his hand on your butt and you both were in a hurry." He paused and added:

"I saw a light go on, so I knew in which room. I parked close to the window but the drapes were well drawn."

"How did you feel?"

"Weird, you were getting fucked, I knew, literally feet from me."

"You never stopped me."

"You could have stopped too. You did not want to."

"Were you angry?"

"No-- you were not cheating. I felt weird. I just sipped from the flask slowly, during the next hour. It was intense, knowing roughly what was going on, but not exactly, and from the time elapsed, that you were doing it several times."

"Just twice."

He felt her up, his fingers probing her used, tender, swollen pussy. Then he asked, a bit awkwardly: "It was good wan't it?"

She turned and kissed him. "Yes, it was. But I need you now, I can't wait."

"I will get a room."

"Here?"

"Yes, it'll be hot to do it in an identical room..."

At that moment they saw the red Camaro leave. She said:

"I still have the key card, you know, the room where we..."

Todd practically yanked her out of the car. In seconds they were in. Todd looked around and saw the messy bed. On the night table there were two undone condom wrappers and in the garbage can two used condoms, confirming that the blond stud had twice come while inside Jan's cunt.

He pushed his wife on the bed, pulled down her cutoffs and unzipped his pants. Jan had never seen him so hard. He looked at her for a moment, her spread legs, her well used pussy and an image flashed in his head of girls being gang fucked back in college, in the athletic dorm, girls he knew. He entered her as he was till pulling out his pants and shorts.

"He had you here, this way?"

"Yes!" She was orgasming already.

"You are cumming already," he said. She usually needed a few minutes for her first orgasm of a session. After that, they came very easily.

"It's my fourth or fifth."

"And him?"

"Twice."

"Just the two times in your cunt?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you blow him?"

"Just in between, to get him hard for the second round. Not for long."

He kept fucking her. "Was he good?"

"Do you want to know? Yes he was."

"Big?"

"Huge."

"Gave to you hard and fast? With a big cock?"

"Yes!!!!"

She couldn't believe how turned on they were. Todd came but was ready again in minutes.

By the time they left the room the sun was high in the sky, they had spent the night having sex.

They knew they would do it again. But what would be the limit then?