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(MF, FF, reluc, exh, bd, swing) *** My girlfriend Jen and I like to play games. I'm not talking about scrabble here. Crazy games. Sexual games. You know, the fun stuff. Both of us have quite wicked imaginations and along with that, perhaps slightly sadistic natures. To clarify, not 'beat you bloody because I like it' sadism, more of a, "You think you can top ME, ha, watch THIS," type of thing. Not much is off limits to us. Exhibitionism, public sex, sex with other people, some good old fashioned humiliation, it's all allowed. The only caveat really is that we both are involved. There are no secrets. Since we know each other so well, what each other loves, even craves, it works out for us. We never pushed each other past the point where it would affect our love, I'm not even sure it's possible. We both like to make bets with each other, more out of pride than anything. We each just like winning and being able to lord it over the other. We bet on something recently and she was being a little extra boisterous about what she was going to make me do if I lost. Normally the payout is something sexual, blowjobs/cunnilingus, exposure, play with others, perhaps even forced abstinence, things like that. It doesn't have to be a bet to get a game started though, we take turns, if one of us has controlled a game, the other has control of the next one, whenever they chose to do it if. This time though was a result of a bet. Well, she was being such a delightfully mouthy teasing tormentor this time, I knew if I won she'd need something special as payment. Our next door neighbors are an older couple (older than us at least). They are in their late 40s, early 50s. They are also swingers. Jen has played with Herb, the husband, as payment of some prior debt before (more on that later). We've never actually swung with them before but each of us as couples have an idea what the other couple is into. Jen isn't overly attracted to Herb, nor does she have any interest in his girlfriend Meg. She's played with women before, just no real interest in her Meg to this point. Jen lost the bet and was being particularly peevish about it. I left a note for her before I left for work one day. "Jennifer, As a result of losing our last bet you are to do this as payment. This morning, before noon, I want you to strip. Then, go outside and hang some clothes on our line, as you normally would. I want you to make sure the door locks behind you. Then I want you to go next door to Herb and Meg's. You know they have an extra key. I don't believe Herb will be home, he doesn't usually come home till 5, as you know. Your task is to knock on their back door, as you are, and get the spare key from Meg. I picked up the phone at work to hear, "Hon, you can't be serious. You can't expect me to walk naked in our neighborhood and expose myself to Herb and Meg," she whined with exasperation. "I do, and you will," I replied calmly. She continued to whine and lay out an argument against her being naked, such as perhaps running into one of the neighbor's children (which I doubted severely since our two houses are quite a bit removed from the others and that most of the children in our neighborhood would be in school anyway.) However, showing a rare leniency I allowed her this concession. "Ok Jen, here's the deal, I'll allow you to wear your panties, ONLY your panties, but you do it, and you do it now," I said tersely., "AND, you will do whatever someone asks you to do, in order to get the key." "Ok," she croaked, "I will... I'll call you later." (Another rule in our games is that everything is shared, after all it is a game, for both of us.) I was home two hours later. Jen was sitting in our recliner wearing just those panties and her housecoat, open loosely. She was staring blankly into space. "And?" I wondered aloud. "Yes, I paid off the stupid bet dear," she snipped in mock irritation. I approached her. She had the unmistakable scent of sex on her along with a somewhat familiar, though slightly different aroma. She pulled off her robe and panties and urged me to fuck her. We were both so horny from the game that we were on each other instantly. This is what makes it exciting for us, like a wonderful build up before we totally get off, with each other. I have to admit that I was so horny that I came, and got her off as well, before she even told me what happened, though I pretty much knew. (Her version) That bastard! God I wonder why I do this sometimes, I know how wicked he is with these games, I know he'll make me do things like this. Yet, here I am, getting wet just thinking about it, the humiliation, the exposure, the thought of not being able to control what happens. I guess that's what gets us both off so much. I thought I'd won a large victory, convincing him to allow me to wear panties. Its not quite as embarrassing to be caught like that. Plus, you can pretty much cover your tits with your arms, I thought I could get off light. Meg, however, had other ideas. I sprinted over to their back door and knocked quickly. It was freezing outside and I swear she took her time sauntering to the door. She had an evil smile on her face upon seeing me. I wondered then whether John had set this up with her already (though he hadn't, he much prefers the spontaneous thing). I know she swings both ways, her husband told me. She's attractive enough, especially for her age, but she really had never interested me. She was wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt, like she was doing chores herself. She invited me in with a smile, barely acknowledging my predicament. "I uh...locked myself out...I'm so stupid sometimes," I said, trying to get this over with fast. In my mind, the faster and easier I get out of the game, the more I "win" you know, kind of a small victory. Its a stupid competitive thing between us, we both know it. "I see that," she purred sweetly, obviously ogling me in my state of undress. I was doing what I could to cover myself with my arms but I could feel her gaze penetrating every little opening. "I know John gave you a spare key, can I have it?" "Sure dear," she replied without urgency, "now I wonder where we keep that silly little thing." I knew she was delaying this on purpose, "damn him, and why do I allow this to happen to me," I wondered, all the while I could feel myself starting to moisten in my humiliation, my cold nipples jutting out embarrassingly. "Have a seat dear," she said in a strangely dominant tone, one I hadn't expected. I sat reluctantly in her cold, hard kitchen chair, all the while I wondered what she knew about us as a sexual couple. I didn't have to wait long. She returned from her basement. She was now wearing her housecoat and that foreboding feeling I was having now was confirmed. "Follow me sweetie," she said drippingly. So I did, unwilling though, to the last. She basically pulled me into the living room by the arm. She plopped herself on the couch, leaving me standing in front of her. "I really like your body dear," she started, " You know Herb and I talk about it all the time, ever since you had him over a few weeks ago." I could feel my whole body redden with embarrassment. John had made me pay off another bet, knowing Herb was a swinger, by making me model my new pink Victoria's Secret bra and panty set, ending with me sucking Herb off, in the basement den, in my favorite recliner chair. (John loves to humiliate me that way, forcing me to always 'remember' things by including places and things he knows I will always have to see, and use in the future.) I figured Meg had heard what happened but being here, naked in front of her, brought a whole new level of shame to her bringing it up. "Um, I'm sorry Meg... John made me..." I started to plead. She cut me off, "Yes yes dear, I know all that, I? not accusing you of anything. I was just telling you I like your body and I wondered if I'd ever get a chance to see it and enjoy it." Oh god, what did she mean enjoy it? I hoped for her not to press it. I prayed for her not to say it aloud, knowing how I'd have to do it, once it's out in the open. However, she knew. Or if she didn't, she guessed correctly. "Jen dear, come here," she said, patting the couch seat next to her. I sat down reluctantly. Instantly her hands were on me. She pulled me close and kissed me fully on the lips. I knew I couldn't resist it, but in a last show of resistance I didn't kiss her back, I just allowed her to kiss me, allowing her tongue to freely dance around my tongue and lips. "I've wanted you for too long dear," she said as she pulled away from my face momentarily, "I plan to take advantage of this opportunity." She wasn't shy, that's for sure. Her hands and fingers found my tits and groped my pussy easily, finding no more stubborn resistance to her advances. It was then she told me what I suspected. "John told me that you'd be coming over today to get something, though he certainly didn't tell me that it'd be like this, I guess he wanted to surprise me," she chuckled gleefully. "I heard a bit about you two, from Herb. John told me when you came over, that if I wanted something I merely needed to ask. Is that correct sweetie?" she said evilly, like a cat about to pounce on the unfortunate barn rat. I lowered my head in defeat, 'Yes ma'am..." I managed to choke out. "Good, now here's the deal," she said triumphantly. "You are going to get your key, but, you have to earn it." "How?" I asked, now sincere in my desire to see this through, still hoping to somehow find the easiest path out. "Simple," Meg grinned. "All you have to do is make me cum." I knew what she wanted. She had me beaten. John had me beaten. I sank to my knees in front of her. I made love to her. I kissed her all over, I licked her pussy like I knew she wanted it. I made her feel like John makes ME feel. I knew that's what they both wanted. They had made me submit. I gave them what they wanted. She kept me there for a couple hours, never seeming to tire of my tongue. She didn't even need to lift a hand to please me, it was all about her pleasure. When I got back home I didn't even bother washing up, I knew John would prefer that. I practically raped him when he came home, the bastard, shows how much these things we do get to me. Oh well, I certainly paid him back in kind. I'm sure he'll tell you that in the next story. (Epilogue) That was Jen's version though, in her petulant way she still couldn't resist leaving out things just to try and claim a small 'victory'. Meg later told me that Jen had done more than she reported. Meg said she got tired of Jen covering up her tits, for example, so she tied her hands behind her back with a scarf while she fucked Jen with several of her dildos and that Jen came numerous times herself, via Meg's toys as well as her tongue. Ah the things she tries to hide from me (though knowing full well that I'll find out, I doubt she'd purposely withhold it forever, knowing how much we both get off on it). Meg added her own personal touch of humiliation though, which I totally dug, she buried the key in her pussy and Jen, hands bound behind her, had to try and work it out with her tongue. Meg said that when she finally got it, Jen's face was totally lathered in Meg's juices. That is what I smelled when I returned home. As fun as this was, I knew my time was near. You don't win every bet and you don't always get one over on a hellcat like Jen. To be continued in: Games We play - Jen's turn... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 53