The Game

The Game - 2 Couples, 1 Goal

This story and the players are completely fictitious.

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It was a hot, humid afternoon, a day where even the shade was searching for shade. As hot as it was, it was about to get even hotter for 2 couples. The four of them are together today, not by choice, but for an opportunity, an opportunity to become very rich. You see, Mr. and Mrs. A and Mr. and Mrs. B answered an ad on the internet and lucky them, they were chosen to play the game. What the ad failed to specify was anything about what the game might entail. Shall we get into it.

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The two couples were brought to this island by private boat and dropped off on a pier. They were luggage free, no phone or any other device to be able to contact anyone. Once on the pier they were directed via signage to walk up the path in front of them. As they read the sign, the boat left the pier and vanished into the distance.

Mr. A decided to take charge, "Well guys, we might as well do as the sign says," and started to walk towards the path. His wife followed him closely.

Mrs. B was quick to follow their lead and urged her husband to follow along, "Come on Ber... oops, I mean Mr. B. I almost forgot and used your real name."

Mrs. A then spoke, "Yes, we are not allowed to use our real names, not as long as we are playing the game."

"Are we actually playing the game right now?" questioned Mr. B.

Mr. A spoke up, "Are you willing to take the chance that we aren't playing right now, that maybe we've been playing ever since we got on the boat to come here today? I know I am going to assume that the game has already begun. Now come on you guys, let's see where this path leads us."

The end of the path opened up to a beautifully manicured lawn and a huge white mansion. As they reached the mansion doors, a note advised them to enter and to close the door behind them. Inside the mansion was virtually an empty building with no furniture they could see, simply snow white walls and marble floors with a huge marble staircase leading upstairs.

As Mrs. B looked around she noticed another note on a door to the left of the entrance, "Look everyone, here is another note. It says that there is a meal waiting for us beyond these doors." With that she opened the doors and just as the note said, there was a veritable feast laid out on a massive oak dinning table. "Well I for one am famished," and in she went.

The four of them sat down and ate their fill. When they finished eating, a speaker box in the centre of the table lit and a voice came over it, "Good day to you all. I am so happy to welcome you to my humble abode. If you will now go through the doors on your right, you will each find your favourite beverages. I would ask you to close the door behind you so that the table may be cleared. Thank you!"

Mrs. A was impressed, "Well I for one am truly enjoying this game so far. Great food, drinks. This is some great way to get into a game."

"Let's not get too comfortable yet love," cautioned Mr. A. We don't know anything about this guy, who he is, what he wants us to do. So far it's nice but we have to stay focused, after all, we don't know what the game actually is. Not to mention that our game master must have eyes in here someplace, so be wary."

Mr. B was first to the bar in the next room and noticed another note, "Hey everyone, there's another note here."

"Well what does say Mr. B?" asked Mr. A.

"Well sir, it says that we are to enjoy our beverages and in a half hour the four doors on the west wall will unlock. Each of us will be directed to our own small room where there will be more directions."

They all looked over at the doors and noticed they were all labeled with their names: from left to right they read Mrs. A, Mr. A, Mrs. B and finally Mr. B.

As they drank their beverages, which by the way all contained alcohol, they heard the doors unlatch.

"Well, it looks like the game begins. Hope to see you two soon," as Mrs. B looked over to Mr. and Mrs. A., and into their specified rooms they went.

Once inside the rooms the doors behind them closed and locked. In front of each of them was another locked door with a note attached. The note read: Once you have removed all of your clothes the door will unlock. Your clothes must be left in this room.

Mrs. B tried calling to her husband but got no answer. The room must be sound proof she thought, or perhaps he had already stripped and left his room. She was not thrilled with the idea of stripping and likely being with the two strangers in the other rooms. No one told her she would be playing in the nude, if they did she likely would not have accepted. After much procrastination she shed her clothes and risked walking out of her room.

As she opened the door another mystery at the end of a staircase awaited her. Ever so slowly Mrs. B climbed the staircase, opened the door at the top and stepped into yet another new room. As she peered in she saw a fully clothed Mr. A sitting at a bar having a drink. With nowhere else to go she entered the room doing her best to cover her nudity.

"Mr. A," Mrs. B said softly, "why are not naked like I am?"

At that Mr. A turned on his bar stool, "Oh my, why in the world are you naked Mrs. B? The note on my door simply said to come up here and make myself at home. There was no mention of getting naked first. Here, please take my shirt," and he immediately removed his shirt and handed it to her.

In addition to the bar and two bar stools there was a bed in the room. "I've already tried the door and it's locked so I guess we're suppose to wait for the other two to get here. I am surprised my wife isn't here yet, and where's your husband?"

"I have no idea where he is. Maybe he's still in his room trying to decide if he should strip. I don't understand what's going on, only that I'm not happy about being sent through my door nude. I'm not very comfortable with the others seeing me this way."

"Well if you don't mind my saying, I think you look lovely. You certainly have nothing to feel ashamed of with your body."

Mrs. B was 5'6" tall and weighed 115 lbs. with mousey brown hair. She had a slender build with full 34A cups and a nicely shaped round bum. Perhaps not one you would expect to see in a beauty contest, but certainly on the pretty side. She sat down on the bar stool beside Mr. A and poured herself a drink.

Mr. A was 5'11, also with a slim build but muscular. He weighed in at 175 lbs and with well tanned washboard abs. "We might as well get to know each other while we wait for our spouses to show up."

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Meanwhile, Mrs. A and Mr. B were meeting each other as well, only they were in a room below their spouses. As per the first two, Mrs. A was completely naked and Mr. B was completely clothed. Their room had a bar, two stools and a bed just like the room above.

Now Mrs. A just happened to be a beauty queen, with soft golden hair past her shoulder, stood 5'9" and weighed 125 lbs of pure sexual beauty. Mr. B could not believe his luck when he saw her come through the door. "Woohoo! Your hubby is quite the lucky man Mrs. A. Come on over to the bar and I'll pour you a drink."

Mrs. A was more concerned over where the other two were. "Where's my husband and your wife? And why are you still dressed Mr. B?

Mr. B smiled, "Hey, I'll get naked if you want. I sure don't mind."

"No, I mind. But it might be nice if you gave me your shirt."

"Gosh darn Mrs. A, I would you know but my note said I was not allowed. So lucky me I guess, because I get to see all your beautiful curves."

"Yeah, well don't get any ideas, cause nothing is going to happen with us...understand?"

"Oh yes ma'am. I'll keep my hands off but don't expect me not to look. I don't believe I've ever seen anyone quite so pretty as you before, especially not in the nude like this."

Mrs. A. was not having fun and yelled out, "Whoever you are...the one running this game...why the fuck am I naked with this guy gawking at me?"

"You know, I don't think he cares that you're naked, I think he's enjoying this. He's probably some sort of rich voyeur and is jacking himself off right now."

"You're disgusting Mr. B. Aren't you even concerned that your wife may be in the same position as I'm in, that she's naked and my husband is all over her. Doesn't that concern you?"

"Normally I'd say yes, but compared to you my wife is a dishrag. I'd say that I was getting the better deal between me and your husband."

Mrs. A finally sat at the bar, poured herself a drink and turned her back to Mr. B.

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Mrs. B and Mr. A had been having a wonderful conversation, sitting side by side at the bar. They talked about how they would both like to have children one day, how much family meant to them, their likes and dislikes, even things like TV shows and movies. They were truly getting to know each other and finding that they had so much in common.

They had been talking for probably a half hour or more when Mrs. B asked, "I wonder where our spouses are and what their doing? If they are in the same position as we are, I bet my husband is trying to get your wife on the bed with him. She is awfully good looking."

"I'm not too concerned about my wife, she'll stay true I believe, no matter what the situation is. I really don't think your husband is her type anyway."

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Mrs. B was not wrong about her husband.

Mr. B and Mrs. A were still sitting at the bar and doing very little talking when Mr. B decided it was time for show and tell. Mrs. A heard what sounded like a zipper and turned around on her bar stool to see that Mr. B had dropped his pants and pulled out what could only be called a monster schlong. Mrs. A stared in amazement at Mr. B's 12", thick as a large cucumber dick, and if that wasn't enough, Mr. B was giving it a few good rubs to keep it looking its best.

"How would you like a piece this baby? You may never have another opportunity to get fucked by anything this big again in your life." Mr. B bragged.

"Oh my gawd, that is fucking huge."

"Oh yeah," Mr. B fired right back.

"You should put that back in your pants."

"You know lady, I would...but now that its started its engine, it really wants to be in you."

"I'm sure you'd love that! Now just put that thing away," and she turned her back on him once again.

"Come on lady, just a touch or two. You know you want to touch it." Mr. B continued hounding her.

"What, are you afraid of what your hubby might say. They're probably in the same position right now and your husband is probably banging my wife."

"And that doesn't bother you," Mrs. A responded.

"Hell no lady. If she has an opportunity like we have she should be taking it. Now why not try touching it. It doesn't bite," Mr. B says with a smirk and a wink.

With this monster starring her in the face so to speak, Mrs. A cannot hold back. She grasps his member and even with her long, slender fingers she is unable to touch her finger tips together. "Doesn't your wife complain about the pain of pushing something of that size into her?"

"Lady, this baby provides nothing but pleasure. You'd like to try it out, wouldn't you?" Mr. B is trying to convince Mrs. A to have intercourse with him in any way he can. "Listen, I'll let you be on top so that you can take only as much as you want or can take."

Just looking at that thing has made Mrs. A wet between the legs...she knows she wants to try it out. "Maybe this is the liquor talking...okay, you lay on your back and let me climb on it, but you can't tell anyone!"

"See, how hard was that," Mr. B quips and then lays down on the bed. "Hop aboard the love machine little lady."

Mrs. A straddles the monster member and ever so slowly lowers herself on to it. "Oh gawd, I've never felt so filled in all my life. This is incredible."

Mr. B decided it was time to give her the full monty so to speak. He began moving his hips up and down and pushing his member in even further than Mrs. A thought was possible. In less than a minute Mrs. A. was having an orgasm, something she never had without a lot of foreplay first.

Mrs. A. was screaming for more, "Don't stop!" and within a few more minutes she was having her second orgasm. This time Mr. B exploded as well. Mrs. A fell off to the side of Mr. B after their orgasms and they both laid there feeling spent.

Mr. B broke the silence, "wanna go again hun?"

Still huffing Mrs. A answers with, "Are you kidding, you could do that again already?"

"Lady, with you riding me I can do it as many times as you can handle it. I can just look at you and get hard."

Mrs. A rolls over onto her stomach, brings her knees up to her chest raising her ass for him.

"Oh, you want it like that do you. No problem lady."

As he gets himself into position to do her doggie style she speaks again, "I don't want to hear you speak, just fuck me okay."

"Will do." He enters her slowly and begins to thrust, with each thrust going deeper and faster. He has one hand on her hip pulling her into him while slapping her ass with his free hand. No words are spoken as he continues this regiment for probably 10 minutes or more. Mrs. A's ass is red from the slapping, her cunt feels bruised and battered from the monster dick ramming her for so long. She's had a number of orgasms and finally falls flat on the bed and begs him to stop.

"I, I can't do this anymore. I need a rest." She can barely get the words out.

He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back up and pushes his member back into her. "I'm not done yet lady...you're not done yet. This ain't over until I cum. Now you got 3 holes, so if you're not happy with me in your cunt, let me know what hole you want me in."

Mrs. A stops complaining and lets him finish what they started. He goes back to slapping her ass and pounding her cunt with every thrust until he finally has his orgasm.

"I think I could use another drink," as he pulls out of her and lets her flop down on the bed. Mr. B pulls up his pants, sits at the bar and pours himself another drink and then turns to look at the beauty he's fucked for the past half hour or so.

Looking away from him she speaks, "You are an animal. My ass and cunt are so fucking sore. Why did I ever let you talk me into letting you fuck me."

"But you loved it didn't you! I bet your hubby never fucked you like that before. I told you it was pure pleasure babe. Now if you like, once I finish this drink here, I'll let you blow me," and he begins to laugh.

"That thing is not going in my mouth, not now, not ever." Mrs. A is not a happy camper as she slowly gets up from the bed and walks over to the bar to get a drink.

"Have seat little lady," as he slaps the seat of the stool.

"Funny man, very funny. My ass is on fire right now. Sitting is not an option thanks to all of your spanking."

Mr. B is laughing as he watches Mrs. A standing at the bar.

Mrs. A screams to no one, "WHEN DOES THIS FUCKING GAME END!"

"I hope not for a few more hours lady, cause I'd love to get back between those beautiful thighs of yours."

"After what you just did to me and you expect me to welcome you back into my pussy? You must be fucking crazy!'

Mr. B just laughs harder, "You know you can't resist it once it's out of my pants."

A voice came over a speaker in the bar stating that the game was now over and that each participant should go back to their change rooms, dress and return to the dining room. All four participants followed the directions to the tee and upon entering the dining room they noticed an old man sitting at one end of the large oak table. He asked them to all sit and then began to talk to them. Mrs. A chose to stand.

I'm sure you are all wondering who won the game, or perhaps even what the game was. The four were all nodding in agreement. He went on, the game was a simple one. In both situations the women and men were here to test their relationships. He smiled at them all. Now then, as to who won the game, that's a little more difficult as two of you can likely attest to. Sometimes temptation can make a relationship, and sometimes it can break a relationship. I believe the four of you have some talking to do.

"So what happened?" Mr. A (Sam) asks his wife (Terri).

"Well, unlike you, Bert (Mr. B) was not about to offer me his shirt which I found horrible. Just the way he looked at me, like I was a piece meat," she began. "I was sitting with my back to him when I heard him unzip his pants. Just sitting there, having a drink, totally naked in front of a stranger like that, I had to see what he was up to."

Terri began sniffling as she spoke, "So I turned only to see this monster cock, and I mean monster. It must have been 12" or 13" and so thick, well you have no idea. I told him to put it back in his pants but he wouldn't. He started rubbing it against me and eventually he talked me into simply touching it. I didn't think there would be any harm in just touching it, but once I had, I knew I wanted to feel it in me. Oh Sam I am so, so very sorry. The first time..."

Sam interjects, "The first time! You did it more than once with him? What the fuck Terri."

"The first time I was on top and as good as it was I wanted more. I couldn't help myself Sam. In only a few minutes he was ready to go again and asked me how I wanted it. I don't even remember answering him Sam, honestly, I was still in la la land from the first time. So anyway, the next thing I knew he rolled me on to my tummy and took me from behind. He was ramming me like a jack-hammer and slapping my ass so hard. I remember telling him to stop at some point and he gave me an ultimatum, keep going the way we were or he was going to give it to me up my ass or in my mouth. After that he jack-hammered me and spanked me for what seemed like forever. I just wanted it to be over, I swear Sam, I really felt sorry then and now."

"I don't know what to think Terri. I can not believe you could not contain yourself. I thought our marriage meant something more than just the size of someone's dick."

Mr. B (Bert) confessed, or should I say bragged, and would not believe his wife (Sally) did nothing with Mr. A.

With most everything out in the open, the old man at the end of the table, stood and bid the 4 participants farewell and he left the room. The 4 assumed they could now leave and thus left the room for the front foyer. The door in the foyer was locked from the outside and the old man was nowhere to be seen. This wasn't making any sense. How were they to leave the mansion? Was the game not over?