Chair Game: Story 3 of The Wife Games by Arla Coopa

Chair Game
     
    It was one of his favorite sounds in the
world. Caleb’s wife, Kendra, was short. She was petite on top, with
small breasts. But she widened at the hips and had a big round
butt. She had the kind of butt that, before the Centurions took
over the world and changed everything, rappers rapped about and
most men loved. And right now, Caleb enjoyed the sound of skin
smacking into skin as he banged his wife from behind. He especially
liked that they’d been at it so long that they were sweating and
the sweat altered the acoustics a bit. And the acoustics were
awesome anyway in this huge suite. Caleb knew that he and Kendra,
from the masses of people who the Centurions ruled, never would
have seen anything like this suite, much less stayed in one, had
Kendra not gone so far in the games. She’d beaten out nine other
wives in round one and then in round two to advance to the third
round. With each round she advanced they were allowed more
privileges. They no longer ate the powder rations the masses ate.
Their son was now in Centurion schools and even had a private
tutor. Their living station was much nicer than it used to be, but
not as nice as the suite they’d been brought to in preparation for
the next round of games.
    “So have they told you what you’re going to
do?” he asked through his labored breath, not slowing his pumping a
bit.
    “No.” She too spoke through her breath and
her voice was higher than normal. “You know they don’t tell us
that.”
    He did know. But he liked sparking up the
conversation. They’d never discussed what they felt about her
participation in the games. But their sex life, which had already
been good, had gotten much better since she’d been in them. And
he’d noticed that her nipples had been hard during the last
game.
    “Hmm,” he said. “Do you think you’ll have to
get naked in front of one of the Centurion men again?”
    She hesitated. He noticed she’d stop pressing
her butt backward as fast. “Well,” she said. “I would assume so. I
mean, they escaladed from round one to round two.” There was a
question in her voice. He kind of knew what the question was, but
he wasn’t about to answer it. It was more fun this way, as much as
that shamed him. “And I was naked then.” Her voice had changed. It
had gotten higher again. This was about the most they’d talked
about it, the very day before the games.
    “Hmm,” he said, feeling a little awkward, but
also feeling his cock swell tighter. “I wonder if they’ll put more
in you this time. I mean, last time, you just got naked. The first
time you weren’t naked at all, but you sucked his cock.”
    He heard her breath pick up more. “Yeah,” she
squeaked out.
    “And you’ve done so well. I’m so proud of
you. Maybe you’ll get a chance to really use this bare ass this
time.” He smacked the aforementioned bare ass. “Then you’ll move on
further. You may even win.”
    He felt the walls around his cock tighten.
She sometimes did that before a big one. And the orgasm that seemed
to rock her whole body was a big one. She squeaked as she breathed
hard and shook.
    And then there was the thought. The thought
of all she’d done in the games had done that to her. It had at
least hastened it. And though he thought that should shame him, it
pretty much caused the same reaction his wife was having. He pulled
out his cock and shot his wad up and down the crack of her
incredible ass.
    What would tomorrow bring?
    #
    Twelve husbands of twelve women who’d made it
to the third round sat in a balcony of plush seats before the
biggest screen yet. At the first two games, they’d been allowed
foods and drinks from their old world. At this round, they were
allowed Centurion food. And Caleb had to admit, it tasted better
than anything he’d ever tasted. He didn’t know how they did it. Of
course, who knew how the Centurions did anything. The small island
had managed to take over the world. He tasted meat that