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

The song, of what sounded like the
same mixed genre, was just a different song.
    The twelve wives, some having to get off
their assigned men to do it, all removed the top layer of
clothing.
    They were still all dressed similar. They all
wore short dresses, each with different color patterns but of
similar design. They made Caleb think of something from an earlier
era, something a housewife might wear in the 1950s, with sashes and
flared ends down to just above their knees. They were a bit more
costume-like, though, a bit more sexy.
    Kendra went to the side of her chair and
reclined her assigned man. She then hopped up on him and turned
around like she was getting into reverse cowgirl position. She went
down and rubbed her face over the top of his pants, while giving
him an up-skirt view. The camera view shifted in the room to show
what the man was seeing. The skirt was naturally moving up her,
rubbing against his clothing. Her entire ass wasn’t showing, but
part of those lobes were, so he was able to see how big and sexy
they were on this small woman. It was hard to tell if she was
wearing a thong or nothing under the dress at this point. Still,
Caleb’s cock went from hard to harder seeing the man look at his
wife’s ass. Then, he felt like he’d have to hold back the cum, when
the camera showed his wife nestling her head up to the outline of a
hardened cock.
    The rules were clear here. No more clothes
could be taken off, and the women couldn’t take off the clothes of
the Centurions. It also seemed like the women could not use their
mouths or hands to pleasure the men.
    Red had a good strategy, Caleb thought. The
tall girl had her assigned man reclined and was dancing over the
top of him on his chair, so he could look up her skirt and watch
the goods shake. And Red had really nice goods.
    In the last game, the men whacked themselves.
This time, their hands were tied, of course. The women would have
to work harder to get the men there. And the women were working
hard. One woman, a black woman who’d been the first place finisher
with Kendra and Red in the last round, was turned around and
bouncing on her man, her tits bouncing, her ample but flopping. She
was very rhythmic and very athletic, but her assigned man didn’t
look as pleased as Red’s or Kendra’s.
    Other women used other strategies. A skinny
blonde had turned so her back was on her man’s front and her crotch
facing him as she slide her crotch toward his face. The camera
showed up under her skirt and Caleb saw this woman was wearing
underwear, which meant the others would be too. He couldn’t help
but stare at the outline of her little pussy for a minute, before
returning to something far sexier to him when he looked at Kendra’s
screen. Her skirt had crawled up a lot and now her butt was inches
from the man’s face. She bounced up and down to make it wiggle for
him. The man’s face was awestruck. He looked as if he could cum
already. Caleb found himself torn. The part of him that could think
into the future wanted the man to cum now. But his cock, the part
of him he was learning more and more about as of late, wanted his
wife to move onto the next songs and show the man more, do more for
the man.
    Caleb glanced around the room he was in. He
thought he saw several more faces that must feel like he felt.
Maybe that had something to do with why this group of men were
where they were. They approved or maybe liked it a little, making
their wives try harder. Not all the faces were like that, but there
wasn’t one face in the room that looked devastated or humiliated.
One man had puked in the first round. At least one had cried.
    The song ended and another started. All
twelve women removed their dresses. Some had on long stockings, but
they were sheer and ended before the goods started. Some didn’t
have the stockings. All wore a pair of thong panties and a bra. The
colors varied, but none of the bras displayed a nipple, other than
an outline of