The Hotwife Games by KingFlow
http://www.literotica.com/s/the-hotwife-games-ch-01
A kinky game-show where hot wives perform slutty challenges

Rakesh Vaibhav sipped the cold bottle of San Pellegrino the pretty assistant had handed him.

The couch was comfortable—everything in this nicely appointed green room was—but his knee couldn't stop bouncing up and down in his seat. Rakesh was nervous.

Twenty minutes ago his wife, Diana, had gone backstage to get made up and into her "outfit".

They were seconds away from starting.

The pretty blonde assistant came back, clutching her clipboard. "Rakesh?" she said with a smile, "We're ready for you."

He took a last swig of sparkling water, wishing it had been a tequila shot. He got up and followed her.

"I'm Chloe, by the way," she said, turning and shaking his hand with a smile.

"Nice to meet you," he said, realizing it came out as a croak. He was nervous, but he couldn't help but admire the beautiful woman in front of him, in a tight green dress that ended where her thighs began. Her tousled blonde hair was pinned back by a headset-microphone.

"It's so fucking rad that you're doing this," she said, continuing to walk. "Your wife is very lucky."

His eyes moved down to Chloe's shapely ass as she walked ahead of him. Its thick apple shape was evident through the thin material of her short dress. She was clearly wearing a G-string or a thong, one of Rakesh's favorite pieces of underwear to see Diana in. Was he going to see his wife in a thong tonight, he wondered? And he wondered other things…

Somehow his nerves must have rattled down to his crotch, because he realized that despite his heart beating eighty miles a minute, he was fully hard inside his jeans.

As they rounded the corner to the flats behind the stage, he could see the bright stage lights piercing through. Worse, he could hear the murmur of a full audience.

He joined two other men, waiting there, who he thought looked just as nervous.

One was a skinny white dude, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, with neatly combed hair and a Wall Street haircut. His button-down shirt was tucked into his slacks.

The other was a shorter, stocky man with a large paunch, somewhere around forty. He was in a t-shirt and jeans, with shaggy hair and a close-cropped beard.

Rakesh nodded hello. They nodded back.

He didn't want to look down to check, but he wondered if they were just as excited as he was.

Chloe touched his arm and smiled at him.

"Don't be nervous," she said. "You're gonna have fun… " She bit her lip. "I hope."

She noticed his bulging crotch.

"At least, I'm sure he's gonna have fun," she said with a wink.

Music boomed. A rumble of bass and a sexy, driving drumline shook the whole room. Applause broke out as the lights dimmed. And then came the thundering sound of the announcer over the speakers.

"Welcome to the dirtiest, most popular adult show streaming everywhere…"

Spotlights circled and crossed outside over the stage. Rakesh craned over to get a view through the stage wings.

The audience cheered, some of them shouting along with the announcement. The show clearly had rabid fans. So many people were going to watch this live, Rakesh thought. And even more at home.

"Featuring the naughtiest women from around the world, living out their hottest fantasies…"

Rakesh involuntarily mouthed along himself. After all, he'd watched this show a hundred times, privately, masturbating to it on countless nights when his wife was fast asleep.

"With their husbands right by their side…"

Only tonight, Rakesh was going to be a part of the show… and so was his wife Diana.

"It's The Hotwife Game Show!"

Music blasted as the two hosts came out to thunderous applause. The lights came up to a full wash.

"Who's feeling naughty tonight?" Jessica, the hostess of the show, asked. She had fair skin, an incredibly curvy figure, and long brownish-blonde hair. "I said, who's feeling naughty tonight?!"

The audience cheered massively. The three large screens around the studio captured her hourglass figure as she strutted to centerstage. Jessica's taut, flat midriff was visible below a tight white crop-top that clung to her large breasts, and her gorgeous legs stuck out below the tiniest of black leather skirts. Her feet were strapped in black heels. Hanging around her neck towards her cleavage was a small silver key on a thin chain. She smiled as she posed, drawing large applause.

"Well, then, you're in for a goddamn treat," Chris chimed in. Her co-host was a handsome man in his thirties, in a tight black suit. He strode over and put him arm around Jessica's waist. "Because at The Hotwife Game Show, we get positively fuckin' filthy! Isn't that right, sweetie?"

He turned to Jessica. She smiled and then kissed him full on the lips. The audience cheered as their mouths opened and their tongues explored each other, as Jessica rubbed her curvy body over Chris's form. Chris cupped and squeeze her thick ass through her tight skirt.

When they pulled away from each other to loud applause, Jessica held up her left hand, turning it and wiggling her fingers towards the audience. The diamond on her ring finger sparkled in the studio lights. "Now that's how you kiss your husband, ladies and gentlemen!" she said.

Chris laughed. "If you're one of the sexiest hot-wives in the world, that is!" he replied, smacking her sexy ass.

"So, hubby," Jessica said, "Let's tell these horny folks how the show works."

Rakesh listened from behind the stage, but his mind was only half-processing what they were saying.

He knew how the show worked already, of course: three sexy wives from around the world would compete in a series of increasingly intense challenges while their husbands watched or, if necessary, participated. If either the wives or husbands wanted to quit at any point, they could, and that would be the end of their run on the show.

Every show, they changed the challenges—seeming to becoming more and more risqué with each new episode—so as to keep the games fresh.

And of course, the wives that stayed would compete in The Sluts Ball, a no-holds barred challenge that, when Rakesh watched the show in the private darkness of his bedroom, would sometimes make him cum just from hearing Jessica describe what was going to happen…

And now, tonight, his own wife, Diana, was going to be doing these challenges. His mind was racing as he wondered what she was thinking, right that moment. What was he going to feel when she walked out on stage in the revealing outfit they'd picked for her? Would they even make it to The Sluts Ball? Would she want to quit right on the first challenge? Or would they win the grand prize, the big motivation that—at least from what Diana said—had gotten them there in the first place?

"… And the husband and wife that win the incredible Sluts Ball will win our incredible grand prize of $800,000!" Chris said, drawing applause.

The shaggy-haired man near Rakesh whistled softly. They'd increased the prize money.

"But for the first time tonight… there's a twist."

An oh went up from the audience and Rakesh frowned. Twist? This was new to the show.

"In order to secure their prize, the final hotwife and her husband must finish a surprise challenge… with some very special secret guests."

"But more on that later!" laughed Jessica, drawing an anticipatory groan from the audience. "Who's ready to meet our sexy hotwives?"

The audience applauded and Rakesh's heart beat faster. He nervously cast a look at the two other men beside him. The clean-cut young man smiled back at him weakly, obviously just as nervous. The bearded man looked a little less shaken, as he craned his neck in anticipation of his wife's arrival.

"Then please welcome, all the way from Seattle, Washington… she's a teaching assistant in Feminist Studies at Washington State University, Daisy Monet!"

From his side view, Rakesh could see the entrance at the other side of the stage slide open. Somewhere back there was his wife, Diana, who would soon step out to the views of the cameras and the world, as a "hotwife"…

A young, small-built white woman in her mid-to-late twenties, stepped out of the doors, waving with some nervous excitement at the cheering crowd. She was pretty, with short black hair and nice legs that emerged from high-waisted, short denim shorts. Her tight black tank-top clung to her small breasts and ended above her belly-button, showing off a flat stomach. A few hoots and hollers went up from the audience as she spun around for them, showing off a gorgeous curvaceous ass in her short-shorts.

She went over and hugged Chris and Jessica.

"And welcome her husband," Jessica said, prompting the clean-cut young man near Rakesh to step forward towards the slats. He was visibly shaking with nerves and excitement. "Kevin Monet!"

Kevin stepped out and waved at the audience as they applauded, went over and joined Daisy. She kissed him on the lips, and they stood with their arms around each other.

"Excited, Daisy?" Jessica asked.

"Oh! So excited," Daisy said. She had an affected way of speaking, that sounded bubbly, and to Rakesh, a little annoying. "Hotwifing is my away of rebelling against the patriarchy, and I can't wait to win the grand prize for my babe."

"Ah! So that's what it's about for you. And Kevin, how are you feeling? Ready to see your darling wife be a hotwife in front of all these people?"

"Ah, yeah," Kevin said, less committed to the idea. "Very excited."

"Well, we're very excited to see this little lady get her slut on," Jessica purred, putting a hand on the small of Daisy's back. Daisy blushed. "Are you into kissing women, Daisy?"

"Um, yeah, I've dated quite a few."

"Interesting… Well how about I have a sample?" Jessica said, arching an eyebrow.

Daisy grinned and nodded. Jessica leaned forward, Daisy pulled away from Kevin, and the two met each other's bodies, kissing on the lips.

It was the first extramarital act of the night, and brought up a huge roar of applause. Jessica squeezed Daisy's teardrop-shaped ass, then gave it a smack.

"Let's bring out our next sexy hotwife!" Chris laughed, as the two broke the kiss, Daisy giggling and going back to Kevin. Kevin put his arm around her protectively.

"From right here in sunny Los Angeles, California, she's an actress you might recognize… well, from a small role or two… welcome Patti Greenham!"

This must be the wife of the slovenly guy on his right, thought Rakesh. He was about to wonder what she looked like, when she stepped out of the wing on the opposite side of the room. Rakesh's jaw dropped.

"Damn, she looks fine," said Patti's husband near Rakesh. He practically licked his lips. Rakesh had to agree.

Patti was a tall brunette with a stunning face, and the figure of a Playboy model. She had massive breasts that were held tight in a white lace corset, her cleavage pushed obscenely together. Her lush hair flowed behind her as she sauntered across the stage, loving the spotlight. She smiled a sultry smile, batting long eyelashes at the audience. Her smoky eyes smoldered over high cheekbones.

All she had on besides the corset was a pair of sexy white lace panties that showed off her curvaceous ass, and tall heels that capped off her mile-long, toned legs.

Hanging back on her head was a bridal veil. They were been newly married, perhaps, thought Rakesh, and now the bearded guy's knockout wife was dressed as an extremely slutty bride.

Chris was eagerly walking over to greet Patti when she surprised the hosts by turning for the audience, going right for the front row.

With her throbbing intro music still blasting, Patti began to gyrate her body as she locked eyes with a young man sitting in front. The boyish-faced lad couldn't have been older than a college sophomore, and his eyes went wide as saucers at this stunning specimen of sex moving towards him.

Patti started to dance for him. She writhed erotically, keeping her eyes glued to his, then leaned forward with a wry smirk and shook her big breasts in his face. He looked gleeful, then Patti turned and shook her shapely ass. She bent forward, rubbing her ass over his chest, down to the college boy's obviously rock-hard crotch.

"Well, well… looks like sexy Mrs. Greenham's starting off the contest early!" laughed Chris.

"She's a hot fucking bitch, huh?" her husband breathily whispered to Rakesh.

Rakesh had no answer. He was taken aback by the rude way this man described his wife, but he certainly concurred with the "hot" part. The gorgeous woman gyrated her ass on the college boy's dick, as he grinned ear-to-ear.

"Trust me, she is like no other slut you've ever met," her husband said. He was so uncouth he started to rub his crotch right there through his pants, ogling his wife out under the stage lights.

One thing was clear to Rakesh: If he and Diana wanted to win this contest, Patti was going to be some stiff competition. No pun intended. But then, he wondered, maybe Diana had already changed her mind, after watching this wanton display. Maybe his innocent wife wanted no more part of the proceedings.

"And let's welcome her husband," Jessica said, as Patti flicked her hair back and made her way back to the stage. The young kid in the audience had a dazed grin on his face, and the front of his basketball shorts sported a massive tent. "Karl Greenham!"

The pot-bellied bearded man excitedly barreled through the wings towards the stage, and Rakesh could feel some of the audience's confusion as he went towards his wife. This was the sexpot's husband?

Rakesh, meanwhile, realized Diana was up next. He could hear the sound of his heart.

"How do you feel about being a hotwife tonight, Patti?" asked Jessica.

"So excited," she purred. Even her voice was sexy. "I get to have all the fun I want, and make my new husband happy too. It's real hot being married to Karl… he really lets me explore."

"Is that right?" asked Chris. "You feel good about this, Karl?"

"Oh yeah," Karl said, gruffly, putting his arm around Patti to palm her shapely ass. He was almost a foot shorter than her, perhaps more with her heels. "Patti's a hot fucking slut, and I like to see her get all the cock she needs."

"And I need a lot of cock," Patti laughed. Someone in the audience whistled.

"Maybe even yours, sexy," Patti said, looking out and giving the unseen audience member a wink.

"Well you sure sound ready," Jessica said. "And damn, you look hot in that slutty lingerie." Jessica shared a flirtatious grin with her.

"But now it's time for our final hotwife," said Chris. Rakesh breathed in deep.

"She's a financial consultant in from London, England… please welcome Diana Vaibhav!"

Rakesh's lungs refused to exhale. A rich R&B tune played and his wife stepped onto the stage.

Diana looked stunning.

She had on the tightest and tiniest black dress he'd ever seen her wear. It clung to Diana's shapely body like liquid. Her plump C-cup breasts were exposed almost three-quarters of the way, the dress magically appearing to start right above her nipples. It clutched the sides of her waist and ended just inches over the lower curve of her ass, which was ever-so-slightly visible en route to her exposed legs. Her hair was styled, cascading around her face like it had on their wedding day. Diana's body was short and curvy, and she had an angelic, heart-shaped face that, at the moment, wore an incredibly naughty grin.

As Diana walked over to centerstage, she gave a sexy spin for the audience, giggling, showing off the long slit along one side of the dress, through which you could see the tan skin of her thighs and waist, and the thin black strap of a thong.

Rakesh was rock-hard.

The audience was cheering for his wife, who swayed enticingly on her black wedges towards Jessica and Chris. She gave Jessica a hug, then Chris.

Chris seemed to take his time holding her, blocking her from Rakesh's view.

Suddenly, Rakesh heard an "oh" go up from the audience, and a cheer. Frustrated he couldn't tell what was happening, Rakesh craned his neck this way and that.

Their hug seemed to end, and Rakesh's wife walked over with a wicked grin to her spot near the other two couples.

"That's one way to welcome someone, hubby," Jessica said, playfully reaching over and grabbing on Chris's manhood. Rakesh noted he was erect in his suit pants, and grinning ear-to-ear.

"Well, what can I say? Those boobs looked real inviting. And I guess, so did Lil' Chris!"

The audience laughed. What had just happened? wondered Rakesh. Chris must have felt up Diana's breasts, and… did she grab his cock?

"Maybe I ought to give her husband just as nice a welcome… " Jessica laughed. "Please welcome Rakesh Vaibhav!"

Rakesh gulped air. He gathered his nerves. He stepped out into the light, trying to ignore the audience, and made a beeline for his wife.

When Rakesh got there, Diana wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He felt her hot, curvy body pressed against him, and ran his hands over the small of her back. A cheer went up from the audience, with some applause.

Diana made a real show of the kiss, rubbing her body against Rakesh's, letting her hands wander over his back and down to his ass. She made sure to smack it.

Rakesh himself couldn't resist his sexy wife as her tongue pushed into his mouth and dueled his. He grabbed the fleshy globes of her ass and squeezed them through the dress. His dick pushed against her belly, fully hard.

"Damn, now that's a welcome!" Jessica said. "Sorry, hubby, you may have got the gold treatment, but looks like Rakesh is the only one getting the platinum!"

Diana pulled away from her husband, grinning up at him with her full lips. He was lost in her beautiful brown eyes, seeming to twinkle with naughtiness. He was short of breath, could feel nothing but the blood engorging his penis.

"Damn straight, hon," said Chris, "No lie, I loved getting to feel those gorgeous boobs, but I wish I could get some of that. At any rate, let's—"

Diana's eyes flicked over at Chris, and then back at Rakesh. She flashed her husband one of the trademark I'm-up-to-no-good grins he'd seen on her lately, and then was out of his arms.

"—get this competition started. We have—"

But before the host could finish, Diana was in his arms, with her own arms moving around his body. The host of The Hotwife Games was taken aback when the brazen woman sluttily pressed her mouth against his.

Rakesh couldn't believe his eyes. A second ago his beautiful wife was wrapped around him, with her tongue in his mouth, and now she was a few feet away making out with the host of the show. He watched her French-kiss the suited host, and jealously observed Chris's hands stealing down to Diana's hot ass. He watched as Chris cupped and palmed Diana's ass-cheeks through her dress.

The audience was losing it. Rakesh understood the fervor: he'd watched dozens of episodes of the show (often while the woman he thought was his innocent wife was fast-asleep nearby), and never had it escalated so quickly into activity. Usually the wives seemed demure at the start, and only really got going once the games started. But so far, both Patti and Diana had taken their introductions to the next level…

But then Diana's hands moved behind her and held Chris's hands still. She gently pried them off of her ass.

Rakesh's hopes lurched: had Chris gone too far? Was Diana having second doubts, and going to call it off? Maybe they had made a mistake coming here.

Then Diana reached down and lifted the dress upwards, exposing her ass to the crowd. The thin cloth of her black G-string ran between her supple cheeks. Her curvy ass drew hoots and applause. Chris's hands returned, kneading Diana's naked ass.

Rakesh looked at Jessica, who was watching her husband and this slutty young wife with a mix of lust and amusement. Finally she said with a laugh, "You know, we do have to actually start the show…"

Chris and Diana parted, breathily. Diana stared lustfully into his eyes as he groped her ass, then she reached back and pulled her dress down.

"More of that soon, I hope," she said, reaching over and gently running her fingertips over Chris's hardened cockhead in his pants.

And with that, she sauntered back to her husband.

Rakesh stared wide-eyed at his wife. Who was this woman? But Diana held his eyes steadily.

As the hosts resumed their duties and introduced the next segment of the show, Diana leant over and kissed Rakesh gently on the cheek.

"Was that hot, baby?" she whispered.

"I… I can't believe you did that."

Diana grinned, and ran her fingers over the front of his pants. "That's not all I'm going to do tonight, babe. Wow… You are so hard."

Rakesh couldn't help it, he audibly groaned. Fortunately, the audience was watching Jessica as she went over some contest rules on a nearby screen.

"Rule number 1… " Jessica said. "If at any moment, any member of any couple announces they are uncomfortable, they may forfeit the competition…"

"Yes, I'm hard, Diana," Rakesh said back. "I… can't believe you're being such a… such a…"

"Rule number 2… " read Chris. "Everyone here—including this whole audience, in fact!—has been tested, and is completely safe…"

"Such a what?" Diana asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. "What am I being, baby?"

"And our final rule," Jessica said, "The most important rule of all…"

He couldn't answer.

"Am I being a slut?" Diana purred, slowly sliding a single finger up the length of his turgid cock.

Rakesh groaned.

"Yes… " he moaned, looking at his wife's beautiful heart-shaped face. "You're being a slut…"

The whole audience joined Chris and Jessica in repeating the final rule:

"The… sluttiest… hotwife… wins!"

Applause followed.

Diana turned to look her husband squarely in the face.

"Good. Because we're going to win this contest. You know why?"

She looked her husband in his eyes. Rakesh could barely breathe.

"Because tonight I'm going to be the dirtiest… hottest… kinkiest slut in this room… or any room. Tonight I'm going to be your bad little hotwife. I'm going to be a whore, baby, just for you… And for every other man who wants me."

He couldn't believe this was Diana speaking. The introduction music for the first game began to play.

"Now," said Jessica, "Let the games begin!"

Diana leaned forward and pushed her tongue into her husband's mouth.

Chapter 2 - First Challenges (Past, Present, Fiction)
A kinky game-show for slutty wives, gets even sluttier

"Tonight," Rakesh's wife, Diana, had just whispered in his ear, "I'm going to be your bad little hotwife. I'm going to be a whore, baby, just for you… And for every other man who wants me."

Rakesh's dick pulsed hard in his pants, aching for release from the confines of his jeans. It didn't help that Diana's hand was now wrapping around her husband's crotch, sending both pain and pleasure shooting across his trapped, engorged cock. That's when she stuck her tongue in his mouth.

It was the hottest kiss he'd felt in his life. And adding to his arousal, his gorgeous wife was doing it dressed in a revealing, tight black dress and heels, under bright studio lights, in front of an audience of hundreds, not to mention the countless viewers watching the show streaming at home.

"Let the games begin!" announced the beautiful co-host of The Hotwife Games, Jessica Cavendish.

A sentence that meant just one thing… both Rakesh and Diana were minutes away from having their deepest, and kinkiest, fantasies fulfilled, on the sluttiest game-show ever created.

—

To think it had started with a banana…

Three months ago, Rakesh would have never even imagined his wife actually doing something like this. Something like kissing the show's co-host Chris Cavendish, right there in front of him. Or speaking the slutty way she had just done, inches from his ear. Or dressing the way she was dressed in front of all those strangers.

But then that fateful night three months ago came around… along with that damn banana.

Rakesh had gotten home from work, and quickly changed into his comfortable, oversized t-shirt and shorts for the evening. Lately, things had been especially tough at the investment bank where he worked. Rakesh didn't know if there was something strange afoot at the higher levels, or if his boss was taking advantage of him, but it seemed like every day required him to work longer hours than the previous one.

An especially lengthy day crunching numbers had left his shoulders aching, and he couldn't wait until his wife Diana got home from her own job at a posh financial consultancy, to help each other relieve the stress of their long days.

He grabbed a cold Boddingtons and flopped down on the couch. Maybe, he thought, taking a sip, the two of them would have sex that night.

They hadn't had much time to be intimate with each other lately. Both had recently gotten promotions and were working later hours than usual. By the time they returned home from their long workdays or Diana came back from her evening workouts at the gym, they often had just enough energy to eat dinner and catch up on a TV show or a movie together on the couch, before getting to bed and falling asleep.

Earlier that year, they'd had a serious discussion about their future. They'd agreed that they needed to save up if they wanted to buy their dream house—a beautiful three-bedroom hillside manor—where they would start a family. Any extra work for that dream, they realized, would be worth it. In about two years, they estimated, they'd be able to make it happen. Unfortunately, this meant the kind of schedule that left little time to be intimate with each other.

It wasn't that they weren't mutually attracted any more. On the contrary; Rakesh kept in decent shape with his thrice-weekly games of tennis, and Diana had always been attracted to his charming, if slightly nerdy, cute looks and slim build.

Diana herself was a beautiful woman, with a gorgeous face and voluptuous curves packed into her short frame. She worked out with a personal trainer several times a week, and drew stares from both men and women with her striking looks. She was very much the woman of Rakesh's dreams that she'd been when they met six years ago.

Diana's heart-shaped face gave her a quality of an almost bashful innocence. In fact, after a brief conversation, most strangers would probably think of her as a beautiful but "innocent" woman.

But those closest to Diana knew better: her easy, beautiful smile was often accompanied by a naughty twinkle in the eyes, belying her real thoughts. When they made love, Rakesh would sometimes see a glimpse of this other Diana: a feral, kinky sex-fiend who would pleasure him in ways he never knew existed.

Rakesh sipped his beer and thought of how good it felt to fuck his hot wife…

She'd always told Rakesh that she had experimented a little with her previous boyfriends, but had "saved herself"—in the most intimate of senses—for after their marriage. And of course, Rakesh had believed her. But sometimes his wife's mouth and hands and pussy would work his cock over with what felt like such practiced sensuality that he wondered just how far that "experimenting" with her exes had gone…

Little did he know, he was soon to find out.

Rakesh turned on the TV set, flipping to their favorite streaming service. A movie, he thought, might be nice, as he scrolled through the selection. It was the usual cadre of suspects: some comic book films, a cookie-cutter horror flick, a few romantic comedies… Not much, though, to set the intended mood for the night.

Then Rakesh saw a new release, prominently featured on the splash page. A steamy looking poster accompanied a film calledThe End of the Well.

He didn't have a lot of time to pay attention to pop culture these days, but Rakesh now remembered that he'd heard coworkers talking about this movie. It was a mystery-thriller that had just left cinemas, notorious for a few very sexy scenes and a killer twist. It had been a big hit. Rakesh remembered his colleague Lina saying that it was pulpy, but very well-made and also—lowering her voice—a very"hot"movie. That lead actor, she'd said, with a little whistle and fan of the hand… a real hottie.

Rakesh reckoned a sexy thriller like that could set the perfect atmosphere for an intimate night with Diana.

Rakesh hit the button to start the preview.

And when it started, his heart stopped.

He recognized the lead actor. Gael Sankur…

Diana's ex-boyfriend.

—

Under those burning stage lights, that night three months ago was only a blip in Rakesh's mind.

He sat down in one of the three comfortable deco chairs to stage-right. The other husbands on that episode of The Hotwife Games, Kevin and Karl, were also settling into their seats. All three sets of eyes were trained eagerly forward, focused on their wives.

The co-host Chris announced into his microphone: "And now we kick off the Hotwife Games with our customary First Challenge… The Strip-Off!"

The audience cheered. Standing near the stage's back wall were the three wives: the teaching assistant Daisy Monet in her daisy-dukes and tank-top, the gorgeous model and actress Patti Greenham in her bridal lingerie, and of course, Rakesh's beautiful wife Diana, in her short black dress.

"Our beautiful wives will strip down to their birthday suits over the course of three songs in as sexy a manner as they wish. There's just one rule… " Chris continued. "They can do anythingexceptactually touch someone else's naked genitals."

"Doesn't my husband explain it in the sexiest way?" Jessica, the show's other host, said sarcastically. A laugh went up from the crowd.

"What?" Chris pouted. "Theyarecalled genitals!"

Diana had her hands on her hips, and stared out confidently as she readied for the challenge. But Rakesh knew his wife well. Inside, he was certain, her heart was pounding with anticipation. So was his.

"The winner of The Strip-Off, as judged by my husband Chris and myself," Jessica explained, "Will get three points to kick off their scores! On your mark, ladies…"

"Get set," said Chris.

Rakesh was staring intently at his wife. He saw Diana's eyes flicker over to him.

Rakesh tried to muster up a smile, nodding encouragingly. Diana smiled back, and then gave him a little wink. She was ready.

"And go!" yelled Jessica.

Music blasted over the room. A sexy, pounding tune throbbed. The bass-line seemed to shake the room and the stage lights dimmed and pulsed with color.

The three women began to move.

Patti immediately marched sexily downstage towards the audience, feeling her body with both hands from her waist to her breasts. Her gyrating drew cheers from the audience as she wiggled and swayed in her tight white corset and lace panties. She smirked at the audience as she turned and bent forward, twerking her perfectly toned ass. It was hypnotic, and very sexy.

Even Rakesh, who thought he'd be looking exclusively at his wife, was distracted right away. Patti was stunning, and, clearly, stealing the show. His dick was hardening but his stomach sank: Diana was, relative to Patti, a rank amateur at The Hotwife Games. It might be impossible to beat the beautiful model and actress…

But then Diana took the initiative. She quickly moved towards the other side of the stage where Chris and Jessica stood, and started to sensually dance.

Her curvy body looked incredible in the little black dress, and Chris couldn't help but take a long look from her sexy heels up to her face. Diana wiggled and writhed, and locked eyes with the host.

"Well, well," Jessica said on the microphone, her voice sounding over the music. "It looks like we're off to a hot start!"

"Very hot indeed," Chris said, ogling Diana's undulating body. "Though I hope poor Daisy can get in the race…"

Daisy was still planted against the back wall, seemingly paralyzed with stage fright. She was swaying gently from side-to-side, but there was nothing particularly sexy about her showing. Rakesh breathed a small sigh of relief: at leastshewould be easy for Diana to beat in the contest. Although it wasn't like there was a second prize…

Patti was now on all fours on stage, her curvaceous gym-toned ass pointed up in the air and gyrating to the pulsing tunes. The audience was going wild, and so was Patti's husband, Karl. He was standing on his seat, yelling out to her in his gruff voice.

His cheering intensified as Patti undid the strings on her corset and let it fall away beneath her.

When she came up to standing, the audience exploded. Patti's gorgeous breasts were fully exposed. They were perfect globes over her taut, flat stomach. As she began to fondle them and writhe around, every dick in the audience strained against its underwear. Even the straight women in the crowd cheered aloud, their panties dampening.

Rakesh had all but given up hope on this round…

Then Diana reached below the hem of her little dress and strutted confidently towards the lip of the stage. Slowly, she peeled it upwards as she danced. First her black thong came into view. Then the creamy skin of her belly. Then her breasts encased in their lacy bra… and finally, she pulled it over her head, and turned around.

The audience's attention shifted, and they cheered anew for Diana as she began to wiggle her thong-clad ass to the music. Patti's eyes darted over at her competition.

Not one to be outdone, Patti smirked, hooking her thumbs into her panties. Aside from her tall white heels, they were all she still had on. She began to grind her hips sexily, teasing the audience with the prospect of showing off her pussy.

Diana ripped off her bra.

Rakesh gulped as his wife's breasts came into full view of the audience and the cameras. They were gorgeous and firm, their shape still more tantalizing as Diana shook her boobs sluttishly from side to side.

The two women were side by side now, both in just heels and panties, and it was anyone's game.

Pink lights started to circle and pulse around the stage as Rakesh's topless wife writhed around to hoots and cheers from the audience. Patti's hands groped over her own body and moved down to her lace panties, turning around and grinding her ass at the crowd.

"Looks like we have some head-to-head combat action!" Jessica said into her microphone, laughing. Rakesh looked over briefly and noticed Jessica's other hand was moving over her husband Chris's pants, slowly rubbing his hardened crotch.

"I know my head would love to get some ofthataction," Chris said, playing off the cheesy banter with a laugh.

But Rakesh clocked how Chris's eyes never left Diana's dancing body. The co-host ogled all the way from Diana's heels to her exposed ass to her tits. Rakesh felt a sting of both jealousy and pride.

In the background, Daisy hastily stripped off her daisy dukes and tank top to catch up with the other wives. It wasn't an especially sexy maneuver, but it did serve to reveal her small, braless breasts with their hard pink nipples, and her curvy, pale ass in a pink thong. Daisy's husband, Kevin, nervously applauded for her near Rakesh.

Diana decided it was time to settle the Strip-Off.

She cast a look over at Rakesh. He saw a gleam in his wife's eyes that spelled one thing: she was about to bebad.

Diana wriggled to the music as she turned her back towards her audience, presenting her breasts and face to Rakesh fully. She stared her husband in the eyes as she slowly bent forward… all the way down. Presenting her butt to a cheering, horny crowd. A cheer went up as she shook her ass in the audience's direction.

Diana hooked her fingers into her thong and slid it down her legs…

And then stepped out of it.

Rakesh's wife was fully naked other than her black high-heels.

Rakesh's breath stopped as Diana returned to a fully standing position. He'd had no idea before—Diana had shaved her pussy hair to a thin landing strip, a dark line running down teasingly to her clit. Had she done this last night? Right there in the dressing room?

She put her hands on her hips and grinned at her husband.

He'd slightly misread the gleam in her eyes before. Diana wasn't about to be bad. She was about to be very,verybad.

Naked all the way to her ankles, Diana turned and marched off the stage and into the audience.

—

When Diana came home that night, three months ago, she'd been taken aback by her husband's suggestion.

Did he really want to spend their evening watching her ex-boyfriend Gael starring in his new movie? Sure, it was supposed to be good, but, well… would it be weird for Rakesh?

Rakesh had convinced her quickly enough. After all, they'd seen Gael in some of the TV roles he'd done before. And this was supposed to be a great, fun movie. Besides, it was a long long time ago that she and Gael had dated… right?

Diana had finally agreed. After all, he was merely her old college sweetheart. Once he'd moved to Los Angeles to pursue his career, they'd basically lost touch apart from the occasional college reunion.

The truth was, Rakesh was thinking about exactly that… Diana's last college reunion, a few years ago.

It was the first time he'd meet Gael. It was early in Gael's career, but Rakesh was struck by what he could only describe as a "movie star charisma". Gael had worked the room like he was Frank Sinatra, with a confidence and humor that was, Rakesh had no doubt, shortly going to make him very famous. Not to mention a stunningly handsome face and muscular arms that filled out his short-sleeved shirt. He had the body of a fitness model. Although Rakesh had had his arm around his beautiful wife nearly all night, he couldn't help but feel pangs of inexplicable jealousy.

But then Gael had been very friendly with him, and had congratulated the newly married couple as warmly as anyone else had. It had set Rakesh at ease.

Sort of…

Something about that meeting had always sat weirdly with Rakesh.

Something about Diana's face when they'd greeted Gael. A look of… fond remembrance? Long-lost romance? Mere admiration for his budding success? Or was it outright lust?

He couldn't tell. But a secret part of him wanted to watch his movie with Diana for a very specific reason…

He wanted to watch her face as she watched Gael.

And so Diana and Rakesh found themselves on their couch that night, curled up with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine, watching her ex Gael Sankur star inThe End of the Well.

Funnily enough, it wasn't long before they'd both almost forgotten the fact that it was Diana's ex up there on the screen. The movie had quickly sucked them in with its coiling murder mystery plot-line, in which Gael had fully disappeared into his character, a rough-around-the-edges private eye named Nixon Cordova.

The movie's plot relied on many classic, pulpy tropes, but it was certainly a fun—and erotically charged—thriller. Rakesh wanted so badly to hate it… but he had to admit Gael was an incredible actor.

He might have evencompletelyforgotten that Diana had once dated him…

And then along came that damn banana.

It was a scene set in a plantation house outside New Orleans. Gael's character, Nixon, had traveled out to the boondocks to investigate the case he'd been tasked with, and found himself in an exchange with the film'sfemme fatale, played by "it" actress Vanessa Goodwin…

—

EXT. PLANTATION FIELDS—DAY

NIXON (Gael Sankur) drives up a dirt road in his convertible Mercedes SLR. He parks it along the periphery of a massive property in which large banana trees shade a two-story plantation home.

Nixon steps out, dressed in white linens damp with sweat from the sweltering afternoon heat.

He looks around, takes off his sunglasses, and walks towards the house, when—

VANITY (V.O.)

May I help you?

He turns to see VANITY (Vanessa Goodwin). She wears a yellow sundress, with sunglasses and a wide-brimmed Southern Belle hat that nearly hide her face.

NIXON

I'm looking for Boris Prefontaine.

VANITY

So are a lot of people.

NIXON

Not all the way out in Dulce Rose, they aren't. But I am.

VANITY

And you are…?

NIXON

You don't need my name,Ms.Prefontaine. I'd like to meet your husband.

VANITY

Well. I'm afraid you can't do that.

Nixon watches as Vanity turns, kneeling to inspect a bunch of bananas that have been recently shorn from a nearby tree. She carefully traces her finger over the fruit, selects an especially large banana, and plucks it from the branch. She stands back up and throws her hat back off of her head.

She lowers her sunglasses and inspects the fruit over the rim.

NIXON

Can I ask why?

VANITY

Boris is dead.

Vanity slowly peels the banana in her hand.

VANITY

I suppose you want to know how?

NIXON

Now that you mention it.

She holds the peeled banana up to her mouth and wraps her lips around the tip, only tasting it with her tongue. She smacks her lips together, satisfied.

VANITY

I killed him. But you knew that, didn't you? That's why you're here… Detective.

Nixon stares.

NIXON

I'd be lying if I said I didn't know.

Vanity only smiles, then gently nibbles at the banana. Nixon's gaze moves down—to the snub-nosed pistol she's pointing at him with her other hand.

VANITY

I'm afraid that little secret has to stay between us.

A pause.

NIXON

I love secrets.

VANITY

And I love a man who knows when to shut up and strip. Shut up… and strip.

NIXON

I don't labor without pay.

VANITY

I'm paying you. Zero cents an hour and one bullet not lodged in your neck. Take off your clothes.

NIXON

Are you joking?

She steps forward and pushes the gun hard into Nixon's chest.

VANITY

Does it look like I'm fucking joking?

—

Rakesh couldn't help but steal looks at Diana as Gael started to strip on the screen, much as the purported "black widow" Vanity had made her previous victims strip. One by one, he—or rather, his character Nixon—undid the buttons on his linen shirt, revealing more and more of his muscular chest. Off came the shirt, revealing a buff, cut physique with a hairy torso and perfectly chiseled abs, all glistening in sweat.

This was Diana's ex?

Rakesh felt a surge of jealousy as he saw Diana's enraptured look. Her mouth was slightly ajar as Gael's pants fell to the floor on their TV screen, revealing boxer-briefs clinging to his fit body.

Diana's eyes were glued. And as the scene continued, they seemed to Rakesh to be lingering on Gael's crotch on the screen…

—

NIXON

If you think you're gonna persuade to me to do what got them all killed… I'd rather you pull the trigger.

VANITY

But I haven't had my fun yet.

(stepping closer)

Strip. It all. Off. Or are you afraid?

NIXON

Afraid of what?

VANITY

That you won't compare. To my husband. To… the others. All the others. Heck, maybe you can't even compare to this banana.

—

And that's when Rakesh heard it.

"Hah!"

Diana had suddenly snorted. It was a slightly scoffing laugh, directed right at the screen.

Rakesh turned to her. Immediately, Diana covered her mouth with her hand.

"What?" Rakesh asked.

"Oops. Nothing, baby."

"Diana… what?" Rakesh asked again.

"Ra, darling," she said, using his affectionate nickname. "It's nothing. Let's watch the movie."

Her hand was on Rakesh's thigh, placatingly. Normally, it would have made him immediately abandon the question. But he had to know…

He muted the screen.

"Why'd you laugh, babe?" he asked again.

"Just… baby, it's nothing. I just thought it was funny that she said the thing, about the banana." Diana looked flustered. She wished Rakesh would just drop it. A little nervously, she reached over and took a hefty swig of her wine-glass.

"What thing?"

"You know… " Diana said, already feeling a little tipsy. She didn't know whether she should just come out with the truth. "The… the thing about how he couldn't compare to that banana. It was, I don't know, babe. It was a little funny."

Rakesh studied his wife. The red wine was coursing through his own blood, and gave him the boldness he needed to ask…

"Gael is… bigger?"

"Rakesh… " Diana said, bashfully looking down. She mumbled something softly.

"What, baby?"

"I said, it doesn't matter!"

"But he is? Because that's a… pretty big banana." Rakesh laughed a little hearing himself say the ridiculous words. His slight chuckle set Diana more at ease.

"Baby," Diana said, waving it away. "Come on." She leaned in and kissed Rakesh on the lips. "We don't need to talk about this. Forget I laughed."

But he couldn't forget…

"Tell me, Di."

She could see how intense Rakesh's eyes were. For some reason, her husband just had to know. He had to know how big her ex-lover was.

Diana took a deep breath.

"Well?"

"Okay, Ra. Yes. His cock was a lot bigger than that damn banana."

"So… Bigger than mine…"

"Rakesh… " Diana cast her eyes downward. She didn't know why he needed to know so bad. "Baby, come on, you know…"

Rakesh leaned close to his wife's face. "I just… want to hear it, baby," he breathed, a hand on her thigh.

They could smell the wine on each other's breaths, as well as the thick heat that had built between their bodies.

A long pause spread between them. Diana could feel how intensely Rakesh needed to hear it.

With the wine bolstering her courage, she said the words.

"Yes, Gael's cock was a lot bigger than yours."

—

Three months later, on the set of The Hotwife Games, Rakesh's cock was as hard as it had been when he'd first heard those words. Perhaps harder, as he witnessed Diana being sluttier than he'd ever imagined…

The stage-lights had switched over to a set of roving search-lights. Bright beams scoured over the audience and the stage. This meant Rakesh only had strobing glimpses of Diana, which made each glance that much more exciting.

Patti had literally ripped off her panties—tearing the lace off with both hands—and was gyrating her shaved pussy obscenely towards the raucous crowd. Her crude husband, Karl, was brazenly rubbing his own crotch near Rakesh.

"Show 'em that pussy, my hot little slut!" he yelled out, turned on by the sight of his gorgeous, naked wife parading herself.

Daisy, too, had followed suit, and whisked off her thong. As she danced with renewed courage, the lights flashed occasionally on her trimmed brunette pubic hairs and curvy ass. The loud music seemed to have somewhat encouraged the young teaching assistant's wilder side, and her dancing grew sexier.

Rakesh's eyes, however, scanned the audience, looking for his wife.

Then the searchlights found her—

Diana was out there in a row full of strangers with nothing on but her heels, grinding her ass on a random audience member's crotch. Two other young men in fraternity sweatshirts flanked him, cheering, as Diana stood up and shook her ass in the seated frat-boy's face.

Then the lights shifted, and Rakesh couldn't see his wife any more.

Patti had decided to up the ante by making her way to Chris and Jessica, the show's hosts. She turned around, pushing her ass into Chris's crotch while wrapping her arm around his neck. The gesture pushed her stunning body out, showing off her large breasts, bare pussy and perfect curves. Patti began to dance on him.

The searchlights roved and flashed back on Diana. Rakesh's wife had bent over, her beautiful tits hanging like globes. She shook her ass on the frat boy's face. She suddenly looked towards the stage, and her eyes found Rakesh.

Rakesh's heart was beating faster than he'd ever felt it. His palms felt sweaty. His dick was so hard it hurt.

He watched as Diana slowly described a circle with her ass, right on the young man's face. Rakesh couldn't see from that angle, but he wondered if her pussy was touching his mouth and nose. He had no time to ponder it, though, as the searchlights shifted, drowning her in darkness.

Patti bent forward and rubbed her ass on Chris's crotch, slowing to a delicious bump n' grind along with the throbbing music.

His wife, Jessica, commented on her microphone. "Looks like somebody here is going for the winning shot as our last song begins…"

Rakesh didn't know if she meant Patti or Diana. But he was desperate to spot Diana again. He craned his neck.

When the searchlights swept past the three college boys, they were alone. No sign of his wife. Rakesh looked this way and that.

Daisy sauntered past his view, moving for her husband Kevin. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to grind on him.

Rakesh still saw no sign of Diana in the crowd. The searchlights swept over face after face of cheering, excited audience members.

And then the searchlights landed back on his wife…

Rakesh was astounded.

—

VANITY

You've been tailing me for weeks. Surely you've figured out how I operate.

NIXON

You get your victims naked. Two days later the cops find 'em with their throats slit and a bullet hole where no man needs one.

VANITY

Tsk, Detective. And I'd given you so much credit… You're missing the most important step.

NIXON

Go ahead. Shoot me.

Vanity moves a step closer, the gun steadily aimed. With her other hand, she takes a slow, sensual bite of the banana.

VANITY

Don't you want to know the step you're missing?

NIXON

I'm in excruciating suspense.

She gets even closer. They're only inches apart.

VANITY

(whispers)

First I fuck their brains out.

—

Rakesh stared at his wife. Months before he'd ever see her shake her naked ass in a stranger's face, or parade around in nothing but heels for a cheering crowd, he couldn't believe she'd just said those words.

But she had definitely just said the words to him.

"Gael's cock was a lot bigger than yours."

A lot bigger.

They were both a little dizzy from the wine. The TV was muted but Rakesh instinctively looked towards it. Vanessa Goodwin's character was inches apart from Gael, her gun pointed at his chest.

Then, on the screen, Gael's underwear dropped to the ground.

The shot was from behind him, and his firm ass came into view.

Diana turned and stared too.

Instinctively, Rakesh reached over and put his hand between Diana's legs. She was dressed for bed—a casual T-shirt and white cotton panties. Her underwear was soaking wet.

Diana exhaled, quivering with excitement.

Rakesh started to play with his wife's pussy through the cloth.

Diana moaned, spreading her legs apart, still looking at the screen.

—

NIXON

What makes you think I'd let that happen?

Vanity looks at his crotch, now mere inches from her body. We don't see it, but her look tells us that he's hard…

VANITY

That does.

It happens in a flash: Nixon reaches over lightning-fast, smacks the banana from her hand, grabs the pistol from Vanity, and turns it on her.

NIXON

Step away from me.

VANITY

(beat)

Sure that's what you want?

Nixon hesitates. Vanity reaches behind her back and undoes a knot on her dress.

It falls to the ground. Now she's completely naked, too.

—

Rakesh pushed Diana's panties to the side, and started to play with her engorged clit. Her juices were dripping onto their couch, and her moans escalated. Diana reached over and yanked down Rakesh's shorts.

His cock bobbed free, pointing straight up and heavy as a brick.

Diana's pretty eyes were glued to the TV, where her ex-boyfriend Gael started to kiss his naked co-star.

Her fingers wrapped around Rakesh's throbbing dick.

Then Diana turned and looked deep into her husband's eyes.

"Fuck me hard."

—

When the search-lights found Diana again, three months later in the audience of The Hotwife Games, Rakesh's heart leapt into his mouth.

Diana was sandwiched between two men. All three were standing, as Diana ground her ass into the crotch of the one behind her. The other man had his hands massaging her naked boobs as she stared up into his face, dancing sluttily for them both.

The man fondling her breasts moved closer, pressing her naked body between them. Then Diana put her tongue in his mouth.

The lights left her in darkness again.

Rakesh's brow furrowed, his heart thumping. He'd never seen Diana act like this before: this wanton, this insatiable, this much of a… slut. Pleasing two men with her body and mouth like a no-holds-barred stripper.

As the lights circled round and the last song played, Rakesh saw that Daisy had retreated to familiar territory.

She was sitting in her husband's lap a few feet from Rakesh, shaking her tits in Kevin's happy face. Dancing in your husband's lap was hardly daring territory at The Hotwife Games. Daisy was, like Rakesh had reckoned, going to be easy competition.

Patti, meanwhile, had decided she wasn't going without a fight. She crouched down on her heels, her firm ass a delightful sight as she reached for Chris's belt buckle and undid his belt. She whisked it off in a smooth motion.

Looking up at the co-host of the show, she whipped down his pants in one stroke… as well as his underwear.

A gasp went up from the crowd—and Chris's wife Jessica—as Chris's hard penis sprang into view. His excited cockhead gleamed with precum.

Chris looked flustered, but incredibly turned on by the naked minx kneeling before him.

"Well, well," Jessica announced. "It looks like Patti is really toeing the line with my darlin' hubby. Remember, sweetie—no touching someone's naked junk or you're disqualified from the round!"

Patti looked over at Jessica with a naughty grin, then looked up at Chris. Still on her haunches, her hourglass body was a stunning sight as she leaned forward under his cock, her tongue outstretched…

The lights shifted again.

The searchlights landed on Daisy now. She was passionately making out with her husband as she rode his lap. Kevin clutched her hot ass with both hands as she ground into his cock.

Rakesh's clammy palms clenched into fists with his nervousness. He had no idea what Diana was up to, and wanted badly to find out.

As Patti came into view again, the audience collectively whistled and clapped.

Without actually touching Chris's penis, Patti was going through all the motions of giving him a blowjob. Her tongue curled and licked at the air around his cock without making contact.

Then the busty model opened her mouth wide, her eyes locked on Chris's. She moved slowly forward until her lips surrounded his cockhead. It was as close to a blowjob as Patti could give without actually touching him.

Chris could feel the hot air of her breath around his dick. He closed his eyes, shuddering with pleasure. This was, he thought to himself, the most exciting Strip-Off in the history of the show.

Suddenly the search-lights whipped back towards the audience. Rakesh's heart jumped.

Diana was about to make it even more exciting.

—

VANITY

Fuck me, Detective… Fuck me harder…

NIXON

Tell me now… Do I… compare to that banana?…

VANITY

That goddamn banana… doesn't compare to you…

—

On their TV screen, Diana's ex-boyfriend Gael was vigorously fucking his co-star Vanessa Goodwin. Or at the very least, doing an incredibly convincing job of it.

This scene, with two stunning movie stars having sex, was obviously a big part of the film's blockbuster success.

It was also a big part of what was happening on Rakesh and Diana's couch, that night, three months ago.

Diana had her back to Rakesh as she bounced on his lap, her panties long forgotten on the carpet. He grasped her large tits through her soft t-shirt, and fucked her for all he was worth.

Diana's pussy was soaked around his cock. His balls felt like they were going to burst as his hot wife bounced on him, moaning so loud he was sure the neighbors could hear.

Diana was staring at the screen.

Rakesh slapped his wife's naked ass and pounded into her from behind. He leaned forward until his lips touched her right ear…

"Are you thinking of Gael's big cock?" Rakesh said breathily.

His words sent Diana into a sexual spasm.

Her pussy was bouncing up and down hard and fast on her husband's dick as she ogled her ex on the screen.

Gael's muscular naked body pumped and ground into his co-star on the grass of that banana field.

Diana's pussy, meanwhile, pumped Rakesh's dick with every hot stroke.

She turned and kissed her husband on the mouth. Explored his tongue with her tongue.

Then Diana stared Rakesh in the eyes.

"His cock is so fucking big," she moaned. "I can't stop… thinking about that big… fucking… cock…"

Rakesh grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. His breaths sped up, intensified… he could feel himself getting close.

—

When the lights found Diana in the audience at The Hotwife Games, Rakesh forgot how to breathe.

His naked wife was sitting back on a stranger's lap, her legs spread obscenely. She was playing with her pussy with an animal ferocity.

But it was where she was looking that most stunned her husband.

Standing over her were two men. A sandy-haired man of about thirty, and an older man with a salt-and-pepper do, who could have been in his sixties.

Both had dropped their pants to their ankles and were stroking their naked, hard dicks.

Rakesh couldn't believe it. He studied Diana's lusty eyes as her gaze moved from cock to cock. The older man had a fat, meaty penis whose girth filled his fist, while the younger man had a longer, skinnier dick with a slight curve to it. Both dicks were inches from Rakesh's wife, aimed at her face and tits.

In front of an audience of hundreds, two men were stroking themselves while watching his wife finger her sopping pussy.

"This," Jessica said, "Is definitely the sluttiest Strip-Off this show has ever seen…"

—

The grip of Diana's wet cunt felt incredible on Rakesh's cock as she rode him and moaned.

Rakesh was past the point of censoring himself. An animal lust had taken hold, along with the four glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon.

"Do you wish… Gael was fucking you… with that big cock?" Rakesh asked, gritting his teeth to keep from screaming with pleasure.

"Yes! YES!" Diana moaned, ogling her ex on their TV screen. "I wish… he was… balls deep in my fucking pussy… I wish he was fucking me… with his big… fat… cock…"

Rakesh almost screamed with pleasure. Diana's ass bounced on him as she crashed into the first of many orgasms…

—

As the final song of the Strip-Off neared its finish, three spotlights appeared and stayed still, one on each of the hot-wives.

One remained on Patti, miming her slutty blowjob around Chris's throbbing cock. The host of the Hotwife Games now gripped the base of his own penis and was gently stroking himself while the beautiful woman ran her tongue in teasing circles around the circumference of his head. She never made contact. The audience was rapt by her slutty performance. It felt so erotic, Chris felt like he could cum any second…

The other spotlight was on Daisy, who was riding her husband Kevin with abandon. Kevin himself had his head thrown back. He groaned audibly a few feet from Rakesh, and Rakesh figured he was cumming in his pants as Daisy ground her naked pussy onto him.

The final spotlight shone on Diana, who was visibly speaking to the two masturbating men while she played with herself. Rakesh couldn't hear her over the booming music and the cheering of the crowd, but he could partially read his wife's pouty lips…

"Cum," she was whispering to them, "Spray all over my body…"

—

"You'd love his big cock in your pussy… " Rakesh was saying, fucking his wife in the glow of the screen. "In your mouth…"

"Yes… " Diana screamed, bouncing on her husband's dick. "It's so fucking big… I loved sucking him…"

Rakesh could feel the cum boiling in his balls. He'd never heard Diana talk like this before.

Diana turned to him, looking her husband in the eyes.

"It's bigger than yours… " Diana whispered.

Rakesh groaned and pumped his dick rapidly in his wife's drenched cunt.

"You're a fucking slut, Diana…"

The word sent her second orgasm crashing over her.

—

"This is an unbelievable match-up of slut-wives," Jessica was saying. She'd hosted several episodes of The Hotwife Games, and yet she was incredibly aroused. "For anyone just joining us, we have hotwife Patti performing her simulated blowjob on my husband. And incredible slut-wife Diana playing with herself as two men jack off over her…"

"Normally," Chris said, holding up his mic as he stared at Patti teasing his dick. "Normally the wives just strip… but…"

He trailed off and his eyes closed shut, Patti's slutty teasing proving too much to handle.

The song was getting close to its conclusion. Diana knew she had to make the two men cum before Chris came in Patti's mouth, and she'd be the clear winner of the first round. But she couldn't use her hands, or her mouth…

She sat up further on the lap of the college kid. He groped her naked ass with both hands. He boldly reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his boner spring free. Diana felt its naked heft slap against her ass. Technically, she was now breaking the rules, as a naked cock pressed against her.

But no one would have to know, and she didn't care. It aroused Diana to know how many men she was turning on. She ground her ass against back his hard dick, hoping she could make him cum too.

Then she looked up at the standing men with pure lust in her eyes.

"Cum on my pretty face," Diana said, her eyes moving from the older man to the younger one. Both men's fists moved rapidly over their members, and they groaned with pleasure. Diana's own finger was a blur on her clit, as she felt her orgasm coming.

"Please," Diana said, feigning a coy innocence. "Please bathe me in your cum…"

Rakesh couldn't hear her words from where he was sitting, but he felt like he was about to shoot off in his pants. Fuck it, he thought, reaching inside his waistband and grasping his own dick.

—

"Say it… " Rakesh said, breathing heavily. He could feel the cum start to rush up from his balls as his wife rode his dick in front of her ex's image on the TV.

"I… love… Gael's… big… hard… fucking… COCK!" Diana screamed, cumming on her husband's throbbing member.

—

"And the Strip-Off ends in… " Jessica said as the song's closing chords sounded over the room. "Three…"

Patti closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide around Chris's dick. Her tongue poked out, moving closer… millimeters from his bulging dickhead. Chris started to groan…

Diana frigged her pussy with a desperate intensity as she gazed at the two cocks being stroked inches from her face.

"Spray me, boys," Diana moaned. "I want it…"

—

"… In my mouth," Diana said, looking at her husband as she bounced on his dick. "I want Gael's cock in my mouth… I want it in my pussy…"

Rakesh clenched his teeth. The soaking wet grip of his wife's cunt and her slutty words were proving too much to resist… here it came…

—

"Two… " counted Jessica.

"Please, boys," Diana begged the two men jerking off over her naked body. "Splash me with your cum… I need that hot cum…"

Rakesh couldn't help it. He stroked himself ferociously inside his pants as he watched his slutty wife. He was going to cum along with the two men aiming their cocks in her direction…

—

Diana's ass was bouncing so fast on her husband's dick that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He couldn't see that she was staring lustfully at her ex-boyfriend on the screen as she drove herself to another orgasm.

"I want… Gael's cock… " Diana moaned, "I want Gael's cock in my ass."

Rakesh moaned in disbelief. Diana looked at her husband. "Just the way he used to fuck me… deep in my ass…"

Rakesh's dick exploded inside her. He screamed one word so loud it shook the room—"FUCK!"—as his sperm rushed into his hot wife's pussy.

—

"One!" Jessica counted.

Splash!

Chris's cock erupted.

Spraying Patti in her beautiful face.

A thick rope of semen landed on her outstretched tongue. Then another on her cheek. Then another, longer rope of cum hit her forehead and her hair. Her gorgeous face somehow looked even prettier, bathed in his hot, white semen.

Patti grinned up at Chris as she licked his cum off her chin. Her husband Karl cheered.

They knew she'd just won the first challenge.

—

Rakesh felt Diana's tight pussy grip the base of his cock as he shot off, hard, inside her.

He'd never shot his cum so hard before.

He gripped his wife's waist and pawed her bouncing breasts as he filled her pussy up.

"You fucking slut," he breathed, shooting the final river of his cum. "You took him… there…"

"Yes," Diana admitted, breathing heavily as her orgasm subsided. She felt her husband's hot load flooding into her pussy. They stared at each other. "Yes, baby… I took Gael in my ass…"

—

"And that's the Strip-Off!" Jessica yelled excitedly.

The song drew to a close. The second it ended, two loud masculine groans were heard.

Splash!

Two hard cocks ejaculated over Diana.

A thick river of cum sprayed onto her boobs from her left side.

Then from the right came another splash of cum, hitting her cheek and covering her beautiful face.

Both men groaned, their heads thrown back in pleasure, as they bathed the slutty woman in their seed.

Rakesh watched his cum-covered wife with his mouth hanging open.

He felt his own dick ejaculate, spraying a massive wet load inside his pants.

His wife hadn't touched a single naked dick with her hands or mouth… no one on the episode had, so far…

And yet here she was, her innocent face and boobs covered in the semen of two strangers.

The older man grunted and sprayed a final jet of cum on that landed on Diana's taut stomach. Diana licked her lips as she played with her pussy. She cupped one breast and swallowed, gathering cum into her mouth. Hot rivers of semen ran down to the landing-strip of hair above her pussy.

Then Diana looked across the cheering room, right at Rakesh.

His heart stopped in his throat. His naughty wife's eyes blazed with lust. She spread her legs further apart for her husband, making a wanton display of her pussy lips. Her fingers gathered the cum over her pubes and spread it sluttily over her clit.

Diana closed her eyes and came, shuddering with pleasure. Rakesh's gripped his dick hard, shooting another load of cum into his underwear.

But it had been too late…

Patti had won the first round of The Hotwife Games.

—

At that very second…

Gael Sankur was thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic.

He looked out at the passing clouds from the stunning cabin of his studio's private jet. He took a sip from his flute of Dom Perignon. He settled back into the plush seat, reclining further. Then he groaned with pleasure.

The two stewardesses alternately tongued the head of his massive cock. Then turned to each other and kissed passionately. He felt their fingers playing with his balls.

"Mmm, yes… " he groaned. "Suck that big dick…"

The two blondes complied delightedly, laving his dickhead with their tongues again.

Gael turned his flute of champagne over and poured the remainder of the cool bubbly over his huge, throbbing cock. It poured onto their tongues and pretty faces. The stewardesses giggled.

"Drink up, hotties," he said.

"Mmm… tasty," said one of them, in a throaty Russian accent. "I just love tasty dick…"

Gael put his hand on her head as she began to suck him off. Her mouth barely reached halfway down the bulge of his thick meat. Her friend ducked under and sucked his right ball into her mouth.

Gael decided to pour himself another glass of Dom.

After all, he had a lot to celebrate.

The End of the Well had been a smash hit. He'd just wrapped filming his first movie as a director in various locations around Europe. His agents had just inked a fifteen-million-dollar deal for him to star in a hot new superhero franchise. His star was on the rise…

But most significantly of all, he thought, as he felt one gorgeous stewardess's tongue wrap around his balls, he was soon going to be in Los Angeles for a very, very special occasion…

The thought filled him with a rush of anticipation.

One of the sexy blondes bobbed her hot mouth up and down his dick. She increased her pace, desperate for a taste of his sweet cum.

But suddenly, Gael could only picture his beautiful ex-girlfriend's face…

Diana.

The sluttiest woman he'd ever known.

He pictured her bending over for him.

Sucking his cock.

Licking his balls.

Letting him put his big dick up her ass…

Like she had all those years ago…

He groaned gutturally as his cum rushed up his shaft. Splashing deep into the hot blonde's mouth. She pulled her mouth off wetly and aimed his gigantic cock at her co-worker's face.

Gael came again.

He imagined he was spraying his load all over Diana's face.

He just couldn't wait to arrive on the set of The Hotwife Games…

Chapter 3 - Showdown of the Husbands
Wives begin another slutty challenge on a kinky game-show

She walked towards Rakesh like a silhouette in a dream.

A surreal, filthy, and very wet dream…

From Rakesh's view, the roving stage lights backlit his wife's perfect figure as she sauntered towards him. Diana's features were indistinct in the resulting shadows. Only her hourglass shape was visible… undulating alluringly, as the newly anointed slut-wife moved towards her husband.

Diana was naked but for a pair of high heels.

"If for some reason, you're just joining us," announced Chris, the handsome co-host of The Hotwife Games, "The first round of our kinky game-show was one for the ages…"

Beyond his wife, Rakesh saw the blur of the cheering audience of The Hotwife Games. But he couldn't hear them. He couldn't hear anything at all—not the game-show's pounding music, nor the hosts' color commentary on how the three women had performed in the last challenge. All Rakesh could hear was the thumping in his ears and the soft clacking of his wife's heels, getting closer. Other sound faded, a dull murmur.

"Our gorgeous hot-wife Pattinearlysucked off my darling husband," Chris's sexy wife, Jessica, said on her microphone.

Somewhere behind Diana the young college boy whose lap she'd been sitting on was zipping up his jeans. But Rakesh wasn't focusing on that. He was watching the curvy, erotic shape of his wife's silhouette.

Diana stepped into the beam of a rotating light. Rakesh's mouth went dry.

"While sexy Diana Vaibhav… " Jessica continued.

Rakesh had just blown a double-load of cum into his underwear. He'd watched his wife enact an incredible tease on not one, but two, masturbating men, and it had excited him more than anything he'd ever seen. And yet his flaccid penis ached with pleasure…

"Well, Diana teased out two hot loads, from two complete strangers, without laying a finger on 'em…"

The bright studio light shone on Diana's heart-shaped face and voluptuous body. She was smiling at Rakesh. A very, very naughty grin.

As Rakesh's eyes traveled over his wife's voluptuous form, he saw the glistening loads of cum still clinging to each of her full breasts…

Saw the semen now smeared on her nipples and stomach, where she'd hungrily pawed it off, into her mouth…

The naked hot-wife flashed a grin at her husband. Thick jism covered her left cheek.

His wife had been bathed in the cum of two men. And yet, Diana hadn't touched a single cock in all of the First Challenge.

Or so Rakesh thought…

Diana came up to him. She seductively placed one naked leg to his left. Then the other to his right. Straddling him, Rakesh's view was filled with her thin landing strip of pubic hair.

It glistened with cum…

"Like what you see, baby?" Diana breathed. Rakesh nodded, speechless.

Diana dropped onto her husband's lap.

Rakesh's breath caught as his wife straddled him.

"Yes, Di… " Rakesh croaked. His voice was a hoarse whisper as the hosts summed up the first challenge on their microphones.

Diana leaned close to Rakesh's ear.

"Ihopeyou liked it, baby… " she pouted. She extended her tongue and licked softly over his ear. "Because it felt so good… to be so bad." Diana gently ground her sex over her husband's crotch. "I came rubbing their spunk into my pussy, Ra…"

Rakesh groaned.

"And… " Diana grinned, perking up. "I got us at least second place this round! We couldactuallywin this…"

Then she noticed the damp cloth moving against her crotch.

"Babe," she arched a brow and studied her husband. "Did you…?"

Rakesh sheepishly nodded.

"I—I couldn't help it," he said to his wife. "Watching youbelike that… fuck, Di… I came twice in my pants. So hard…"

Diana grinned broad. She leaned in and kissed her husband deeply on the lips.

A feeling of pure love for him spread over her, and then oozed warmly down to her engorged clit. Diana was so pleased that she'd made her husband cum from her slutty performance.

She could get used to being a hotwife…

Rakesh held his wife's naked body tight as their tongues explored each other's mouths. He grabbed her firm, curvy ass. He felt her cum-soiled crotch through his pants.

And then Rakesh felt something else on his fingers… His body went still.

Jessica announced the wives' scores after Round 1.

"In last place with zero points for a sadly disappointing performance," Jessica said. Scoreboards updated on screens around the studio. "Our Feminist Studies Teaching Assistant, Daisy."

Daisy, nude on her husband's lap, pouted, then sighed exasperatedly. Her husband Kevin gave an encouraging peck on the cheek.

Rakesh's fingers ran along the crack of Diana's naked ass, as their mouths gently parted. He wasn't one hundred percent certain about what he felt…

"In second place with two points," Jessica's husband announced, pants now back around his waist. "For her slutty teasing and taking two cum-shots… we have our sexy financial consultant Diana!"

Applause went up from the audience. Diana turned her face away from Rakesh's. She beamed at the audience, arching her back and pushing out her naked tits, showing off her sexy figure. Mere inches from Rakesh's face, Diana's firm boobs still glistened with the cum of two strangers.

What would her co-workers think if they could see her now, Rakesh wondered. His wife was turning out to be a major slut…

But had she done more than he'd even seen? More, for some reason, than she'd even told him?

"And in first place," Jessica said, "Foralmostgiving my husband the blowjob of a lifetime… with three points, we have our beautiful model and actress, Patti!"

A roar of applause went up. Patti waved flirtatiously at the audience. The naked, statuesque model was perched on her ogreish husband's lap. Karl kissed and sucked her neck ravenously as she bathed in the applause, while he mauled her large breasts with both meaty hands.

But Rakesh's focus was elsewhere…

"Di," he whispered. Diana looked back at him. "Um… on your… your ass…"

Diana looked at her husband. Then she looked down, a little bashful.

Rakesh was getting to know that look… Innocent. Blushing. A look that got Diana her way any time she wanted, with any man…

"Ra," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She pouted.

"H-how?" Rakesh asked. He felt betrayed by her hiding of the facts. And, he had to admit, just a little aroused…

Diana ground her hips on Rakesh's lap. "I couldn't help it, baby… " she said innocently. "His cock was so hard…"

"And with our scores at 3 for Patti, 2 for Diana and 0 for Daisy, we go into Round 2," Chris said. "Now with her slight lead here, Patti has the advantage as—"

"Hold on, honey," Jessica said. Her right hand pressed against a hidden earpiece. "I'm getting word from our producers. There might be a problem."

A low "oh" sound emanated from the audience. Diana and Rakesh looked at each other.

"Yup," Jessica continued. "There's been an issue… We might have to look at those scores again. Let's take a look at replay action from Round One."

The hosts turned to the screen. The lights in the large room faded to black.

On her husband's lap in the dark, Diana felt her pulse quicken. The naked hot-wife had a bad feeling…

Screens around the room flashed on. The gigantic screen behind the stage bathed the studio in its glow.

A slow-motion replay of the First Challenge began.

Rakesh wife's naked body filled the screen…

It was a frontal view of Diana—one of many cameras covering the action. In slow-motion, Diana writhed her naked body on the college boy's lap. Gazing up at the two men to either side. Her face looked even more gorgeous at the low frame-rate…

Her tongue circling tantalizingly around her lips… Her hands moving slowly down over her body, brushing the sides of her breasts…

The audience was enraptured.

The men's hands seemed to move at a dreamlike pace over their rods, the heads shiny with pre-cum. Diana's gaze moved molasses-slow from hard dick to hard dick. Her mouth enunciated in slow-motion. She was too far for the mics to pick up her voice, but at this pace, you could read her lips clearly…

"Cum… for… me… boys…"

She rubbed her nipples, teasing the men, in achingly hot slo-mo.

"Spray… my… married… tits…"

The throbbing music was slowed with the rest of the video, giving the scene a drug-like effect. Bass shook the room every other second. The studio lights pulsed, switching colors and bathing Diana's face and body in a shifting palette.

It was hotter than any porno Rakesh had ever seen. Only this one starred his own, shockingly kinky wife… And hundreds of people were watching…

Diana's legs were spread obscenely on the screen. The sexy landing-strip of pussy-hair Rakesh loved so much was now displayed to every member of the watching audience.

Rakesh held his wife close while they both looked at the screen.

Diana knew where this was going… She felt nerves shake through her. Nonetheless, she felt a thrill tingle between her legs as she watched horny audience members gawk at her bare pussy onscreen.

She noticed a few men stroking their bulges, right there in the crowd. The sight thrilled the married woman.

Suddenly, the replay footage switched angles. The cameras capturing a side view showed Diana looking up at the men. A two-third profile.

On screen, the older man's cock ejaculated.

Rakesh watched the river of semen eject his cock-head in slow motion, arc in the air, and splash wetly on his wife's cheek. Diana's pretty face spread into a beaming smile. Her tongue extended to capture the next blast.

In the studio, Rakesh gripped his wife's ass, grounding his flaccid dick into her. He was soft after his orgasms, but somehow still so aroused…

Then the younger man sprayed. The view moved closer.

In profile, the audience watched Diana eagerly take their cum. But what was also visible was the college boy whose lap she was sitting on.

And his naked dick, pressed against Diana's ass…

The audience gasped.

On screen, the collegiate man's eyes closed in pleasure. He rubbed his fat cock on Rakesh's wife's ass as she received her wet tribute from the others.

And then came the smoking gun…

Diana's hand stole around her waist… reaching slowly around her back…

And in the unforgiving clarity of slow-motion, Rakesh's wife wrapped her fingers around the college boy's cock.

The audience's reaction was audible. They all knew what this meant.

Diana was disqualified from the First Challenge… She had broken its number-one rule.

Rakesh stared, dumbfounded. He looked at his wife's face. Diana watched the screen with a guilty look, as her on-screen self stroked the young man's throbbing dick against her ass…

His thick cock began to spurt.

White jizz poured onto Diana's ass-crack at sixty frames a second…

And the screen faded, slowly, to black.

The lights glowed back on in the studio.

Rakesh couldn't believe it.

He'd just seen his wife stroke off another man on camera. Seen her grind herself onto his shaft while she pumped his cum. Milking it desperately. A horny college boy shooting all over his wife's shapely ass…

"And there ya' have it," Jessica said over the audience's din. Some were groaning; others cheered. "Turns out our slut-wife Diana did in fact makethreecocks cum in the First Challenge!"

"Which means," Chris said, "She broke the no-touch rule of Round One!"

Loud "oohs" sounded up in the room. Diana flushed red. She shrunk slightly in Rakesh's lap.

"Now, hold on!" Chris announced dramatically. "Our producers have consulted. They say they'll still give Diana and Rakesh two points for a trulygreatperformance… but…"

"Her disqualification means a penalty," Jessica said. She paused for suspense.

"Minus five points!"

Diana's mouth dropped open.

The scoreboard updated on the screens.

Patti: 3. Daisy: 0.

And Diana… -3.

Rakesh and Diana looked at each other. Rakesh saw the distressed look on his wife's face. He knew that she'd been unable to help herself…

Diana had felt so wanton, so pornographic… She'd let the moment overtake her.

She'd felt a hard cock on her ass. She'd felt the eyes of a hungry audience, her husband watching… While she teased two loaded dicks… She could hardly resist just one more load.

Rakesh wanted to reassure his wife. He tried to squeeze her waist comfortingly. But they both knew her little handjob was a big deal…

"We'll be back after this commercial break, with Round Two," Chris said into his microphone.

"Which is the last round of the first day of this series of The Hotwife Games," Jessica announced. "And as our regular viewers know, the last round of each day means something very important…"

Along with the hosts, the audience chanted the words excitedly.

"ONE… COUPLE… IS… GOING… HOME!"

Diana looked at Rakesh again.

They were the bottom couple in points. After round two, whoever had the lowest points was going to be eliminated. Catching up to the others with their negative score would be almost impossible, leave alone somehow beating them…

Both of them could feel their dream of the grand prize, and everything it meant, fading away fast…

—

But none of those concerns were glimmers on the horizon…

That long, sweaty night three long months ago…

The night that had started everything. The night Diana rode Rakesh's cock, while they watched her ex-boyfriend on their TV…

After that night, things certainly changed for them.

Rakesh had woken naked the following morning, tangled in the sheets. Early light was creeping through the cracks in the curtains. His head throbbed, hungover from the two bottles of cabernet they'd shared.

As his eyes shuttered open, he saw Diana, asleep near him. Her hair was scattered on the pillow. One full, naked breast hung over the sheet. And her soft arm was laid over his own nude belly.

His naked wife looked so beautiful…

Rakesh felt something chafing between his thighs. He reached below the sheets, careful not to wake her, and drew it out.

A dark blue, bunched t-shirt. Rakesh unfurled it. The word 'Arcana', in a yellow collegiate font, was printed across the chest.

Rakesh furrowed his brow. The U of Arc. Diana's old alma mater… But this was an especially large shirt, far too big for his shorter, curvy wife.

Something about it itched his memory…

Something that had happened last night…

He couldn't quite remember the exact steps that had gotten them to the bed. But he knew for certain that he'd cum more than just once yesterday… and so had Diana.

He looked at his wife. Felt her soft arm squeeze sleepily around him. Admired her pretty, sleeping face in the encroaching morning light.

Yes,he remembered.She had told him the filthiest things. All about her movie-star ex, Gael…

Rakesh had cum for her at least thrice…

The morning light finally came through the curtains. Spilled onto the bed. As memories of the evening flooded in, Rakesh realized he was growing hard again.

Shooting his seed in Diana while she told him how she took Gael in the ass…

His cock ached with a stinging soreness. It stood straight up below the sheets.

Rakesh felt his wife stir.

Her eyes blinked dreamily open. Gently focusing on her husband. A tentative, sleepy look in her gaze.

"Hi," Diana said.

"Hi." It was all Rakesh could muster back.

Her hand moved down over her husband's hairy belly.

"How are you doing?" Diana asked. Her fingers traced little circles in Rakesh's belly hair.

"I'm… doing… well," he said, lengthily. He looked at Diana.

Suddenly, Diana giggled at the strained formality. Rakesh laughed too.

Finally, he ventured…

"You mean about last night?"

Diana paused. She nodded.

Rakesh could feel the soft weight of her palm on his stomach, could feel the warmth of his wife's body pressed on his own.

"Uh… " he started.

He didn't know what Diana wanted to hear. Her big round eyes looked at him, filled with a growing concern.

He grew worried. Was she having second thoughts? Did she regret the things she'd said? The things, Rakesh knew, that he'd encouraged her to tell him?

He wondered if he should lie… If he should tell her it had all been a drunken misstep, too much wine and too little filter…

Rakesh took a breath. Diana's studied him, concerned. He decided to be honest.

"Di," he said. "That was the hottest night I've ever had in my life."

She looked at her husband. Their naked thighs grazed each other. Rakesh's legs felt warm.

"I've never cum so hard, or so much. Ever. Everything you said… fuck… everything we did…"

Rakesh exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.

"I loved it, baby," he said, finally.

Rakesh looked at Diana. She stared back with wide eyes. Then their lips smashed together.

Rakesh and Diana's mouths pressed tight, her breasts pushing into him.

Diana pulled off sloppily from the kiss. Her gaze was suddenly steady, sincere.

"Ra… you know I love you, right?"

"Of course, babe—"

"You know that, right?" Diana repeated. "You know that it's your cock I want. It's your cock I married. It's you."

"I know, Di…"

"Baby, I… All the stuff I said… " Diana bit her lip. "Gael… my ex… he's, he's really hot, to me… but…"

Rakesh could sense the profound emotion in his wife. Like she was about to cry.

"Di," he said, taking her in his arms. "I know."

"I… fantasize about getting fucked, sometimes… " she said, looking away. "By… by other guys…"

"Di… I love you," Rakesh said. He could feel her wet cheek against him. "And I know you love me."

Rakesh kissed his wife. He took a deep breath. "And… " he said.

He exhaled.

"I don't… mind… that you want other men."

Diana felt a hot tear run down her cheek. She swiped at it with her palm.

"You don't?" she asked. "Because… I would never want to lose you."

"You wouldn't," Rakesh replied. He added sincerely, "You never could. I love you."

She looked at him, cheeks flushed with love.

Rakesh decided he'd say it outright.

"All it would do is turn me on."

Diana wiped her eyes and smiled at her husband. God, she loved him.

Then she realized she wasn't sure what he meant.

"What? What would turn you on?"

Rakesh took a deep breath.

"Watching you… " He gulped. He exhaled. "Watching you fuck another man."

Diana studied Rakesh closely.

"If you wanted to… obviously," Rakesh stumbled, noting the probing look on her face. "If it would turn you on, too."

Diana bit her lip. Gazed downward.

"Is that what you want?" she asked.

Rakesh hesitated. He didn't answer. Diana looked at him.

"Do you want to watch another man fuck me?" she asked.

The question sent a shiver pulsing through Rakesh's crotch. He gulped.

This time Diana said it in a low whisper. "Do you want to see another man's… cock… go inside my pussy?"

It came out from Rakesh's throat with a croak. "Yes," he replied.

Diana looked at Rakesh.

She reached over and groped around gently. Then she found what she was looking for. Her soft fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. She gave a small whimper of surprise at the hard, waiting package.

She kissed her excited husband.

Their lips smooched for what felt like a full minute. Rakesh wanted to know how she felt about what he'd said.

Diana pulled away.

"Play with my cunt," she said breathlessly.

She moaned as Rakesh's fingers moved between the folds of her snatch. She was wet.

"I want to do what makes you happiest," Diana said, moaning. "And yes, I want cock. I love cock… But…"

He felt her fingers stroke his hard shaft.

"But only with you there."

"Fuck… " he said, his cock aching for release. "I love you, Di." He felt her juices slicken his fingers.

"I mean it," Diana said, licking her husband's ear. "I'd only do it with you watching… with you knowing… Because I will never, ever cheat on you… okay, baby?"

She looked him in the eyes. "It's important to me that you know that."

"Yes," Rakesh growled, his breath rasping. "I want that… I want to watch you… take another man's cock…"

Diana licked his other ear. She exhaled as Rakesh found her clit.

"I'd… never cheat on you… " she repeated between groans. "So if I take another man's cock… It's you I love. It's your cock I love."

Diana pumped his dick. His fingers fell involuntarily from her pussy lips.

Diana gripped harder around Rakesh's shaft. Precum flooded over his cockhead, the wetness spreading over her fingers. Pumping him…

Diana really did love the feel of a man's cock… She always had…

She released his shaft and her hand moved downwards. She cupped her husband's aching balls. Rolled them between her fingers.

Diana made Rakesh moan, playing with his scrotum the way she knew he liked. Rakesh shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his wife's soft kneading.

Diana noticed the U of Arc shirt laying near him on the bed.

She wondered if Rakesh remembered…

She released her husband's balls and reached for it.

Rakesh's eyes opened to see her sitting up, pulling the t-shirt over her shoulders.

"Babe," he started, "What…?"

From the look in his eyes, she could tell Rakesh couldn't quite remember…

The t-shirt was baggy on her curvy frame. Now she sat up to her knees on the bed, and the blue cloth hung down to her thighs. She began to fondle her breasts through the soft fabric.

"Damn, Ra… you must've been really drunk last night." She grinned. "Because you got very hard when I fucked myself with this between my legs…"

Diana turned away from Rakesh, her ass swaying to an unheard melody. She bent forward, getting on all fours.

"Don't you remember, sweetie?" she asked, reaching back and pulling the shirt up over her ass.

She wiggled her naked rear, and dropped the bomb…

"This is Gael's old t-shirt…"

Rakesh gulped. He pulled the sheets off and grasped his throbbing dick. It almost hurt to touch after how much he'd cum. But he couldn't help it. The sight of his wife on all fours, telling him this, was driving him wild.

It was so fucking naughty… so wrong…

"That's—that's right," he said. "The one thing you held on to after you two broke up…"

He had a brief flash of realization that he never knew exactly why they had broken up…

But that was the last thing he cared about now.

Diana dropped her head down on the pillow. Her back was arched, and her ass was pushed high in the air. The wet flesh of her pussy lips was visible between her legs.

Her pink fuckhole looked juicy and inviting…

Rakesh sat up, stroking his cock, ready to fuck his wife's hot cunt…

"Mmm," Diana said, moving her ass in a slow circle. "Baby… I know I'm going to make you late for work, but…"

She reached back with both hands, and slowly parted her ass cheeks.

Rakesh's heart thumped, watching his wife's raunchy display.

Diana's puckered asshole came into view. Her tight, forbidden hole, where he'd never been before… but he now knew Gael had. The man whose shirt she was wearing over her otherwise buck-naked body.

Diana looked back at him from the pillow.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she breathed.

It was one of the best things Rakesh had ever heard.

—

It was one of the worst things Rakesh had ever heard.

"Welcome back from our brief commercial interruption," the unseen announcer of The Hotwife Games had said.

It had been a full three months since Diana had offered Rakesh her ass that morning…

Not that that was the standard by which he now measured time…

"And now," the announcer continued, "Welcome your favorite, and naughtiest, host, back to the stage… it's Jessica Cavendish!"

A spotlight circled into focus, roving around the darkness of the studio, and landing onstage. The audience cheered. To Rakesh, it felt like a roar.

There was Jessica, the scorching hot co-host of the show. A tight, red vinyl robe hugged her hourglass figure, and halted at the top of her long, shapely legs. On the left breast was an embroidered black insignia: an open, female pair of lips, with two phallic shapes entering from either side—the official logo of The Hotwife Games. She had tall, red heels on, and a pearly-white grin on her beautiful face.

"Welcome back, pervs," she said with a wink. "I hope you have your clits at your fingertips and your dicks in your hands, because our slut-wives are backstage and ready for the final challenge before today's elimination…"

Rakesh watched Jessica from an angled view behind. Occasionally, camera lenses twinkled, reflecting the spotlight. The rest of the room was dark.

Rakesh felt invisible in his shadowed seat to stage right. He let his eyes unabashedly scan Jessica's hot body. Her curvy ass pushed out the tight red vinyl.

And then she said one of the worst things he'd ever heard…

"A challenge where we see which slut-wife can make her husband cum the fastest… it's The Husbands' Cum-Off!"

The lights came up, revealing him.

Rakesh gulped audibly. The audience went wild. To him, they seemed to be hooting.

This was the final challenge of the day, which meant one couple was going home. The crowd knew this, and heaved with excitement, like they were at a major sporting event. Rakesh felt like he was in the center of the field at the Superbowl, or on pitch at a World Cup cricket match…

The three husbands, Rakesh, Kevin, and Karl, had matching robes on. The fluffy black robes bore golden crests with the same Hotwife Games logo on them.

But each man had visibly different emotions on his face.

Kevin, Daisy's husband, seemed dazed, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Karl had an easy grin on his wide, scruffy mug. He was leaning back in his armchair. His meaty legs spread wide in his robe, as his hand casually groped himself inside. His wife, Patti, after all, had put them steadily in the lead with three points.

Only Rakesh looked utterly distraught.

There was no hope the drained husband could win this challenge…

"After an incredible Strip-Off, and a spunky scandal with our slut-wife Diana… " Jessica said, drawing laughs and cheers from the audience, "We have Patti and Karl in the lead with three points, Daisy and Kevin at zero, and our cum-queen Diana and Rakesh, at minus three! So… who's going home tonight?!"

The audience cheered thunderously.

To Rakesh, they weren't so much applauding. They were baying for blood.

This wasn't a football field or a cricket pitch. It was a fucking colosseum. A kinky, erotic, match to the death…

Jessica walked over towards the men. Her long heels clacked under her.

"And now we find out which of our lucky husbands has the best cum control. Boys… stand."

Karl grunted as he heaved himself up. Rakesh swallowed, coming out of his seat.

He had changed backstage at the assistant Chloe's request, stripping naked and putting on the robe she handed him. He'd taken the chance to quickly wash off the double-load of cum he'd sprayed watching Diana.

"Hi Kevin," Jessica said, moving in front of the clean-cut professional, all the way to Rakesh's left. "How do you feel knowing your hot wife is about to come out to try and make you cum?"

"I'm… I'm excited?" he said. In two swift motions, Jessica undid the belt on Kevin's robe and pushed it over his shoulders.

Kevin's naked body was skinny and pale. His average-sized dick was semi-hard.

Rakesh couldn't remember the last time he'd had that close a view of another man's nude penis. The locker room at his workplace gym, perhaps… but those dicks had certainly never been hard.

He moved his eyes away from Kevin's semi-erect shaft. He didn't know where to look.

"Well, that's good," Jessica purred. She wrapped her hand around Kevin's rod and gave him a soft stroke. Kevin moaned long, like no one had touched him that skillfully in years.

Jessica grinned. She moved down the line. "What about you, Karl?"

She untied Karl's robe around his girthy midsection.

"I can't wait to give my slut some cum," Karl said, gruffily. "And win this fuckin' thing already!"

Some cheered in the audience—fans of sexy Patti. Others scoffed at Karl's arrogant tone.

Jessica pulled the beefy man's robe over his shoulders. It dropped to the ground. His huge, hairy belly hung over his waist, but from below it…

Rakesh did a double take.

He had one of the thickest cocks Rakesh had ever seen, in porn or in person. Karl's penis was not very long, but so large around that it looked like… well, like some kind of fleshy fist.

Jessica stared.

Then she reached down. She wrapped her soft hand around Karl's fat dick-head. Her fingers looked small curling around its girth. Karl grunted in satisfaction at the gorgeous woman's touch.

"Look at that thick slab of meat," Jessica said, caressing his hard cock. "I don't know if I could even get that in my mouth!"

"You should try," he said with a wink.

Jessica grinned at the ogreish man.

"Oh, you'll have to wait for a future round for that," she said, winking back cryptically.

And then the pretty host sashayed her way to Rakesh.

Rakesh could smell her perfume. It was fresh and sensuous. The leggy woman studied him with a smirk.

"Well, big boy," she said in a low purr. "You ready to show everybody that hard dick?"

Rakesh gulped again. He felt his knees shake. His cock was probably as far from hard as it had ever been…

Rakesh had shot so much cum watching Diana get sprayed by those strangers, his balls felt less than empty.

"I—" he began, but Jessica was already tugging off his robe.

Rakesh felt the cool air of the studio hit him. The foxy host of The Hotwife Games whisked the fabric over his shoulders. Then it was off his body.

Rakesh was naked.

Hundreds were watching.

And his cock was completely soft…

Rakesh heard a low "oh" murmuring through the audience. He felt his cheeks burn bright red. Perhaps, he felt, the whole length of his tan, skinny body was flushed. Despite the studio's chilled temperature, his skin was on fire.

Jessica stared at his flaccid penis.

"Not quite there yet, huh?" she said. Jessica took a step forward. She pressed her toned body onto his.

Rakesh inhaled sharp. The fabric of her short robe rubbed his naked flesh in a way that would have, any other time, sent his cock rocketing into an erection. Her large tits smushed against his torso.

Her stunning face was inches from his own. She opened her lips, like they were about to kiss.

Then she whispered, "You're gonna get that dick hard for your wife, though, aren't you?"

Rakesh could barely nod.

"She needs that cum, Rakesh," Jessica continued in a hush, her hand snaking down his bare chest. "We've all seen how much she needs cum…"

Rakesh's eyes closed of their own volition.

Jessica's cool fingers gently wrapped around his cock.

She began to caress his flaccid shaft with all five finger-tips. Back and forth… from base to tip…

This was the first woman who had touched Rakesh's penis since the day he'd met Diana. He felt a twinge of guilt…

Then Rakesh remembered he'd just watched his wife stroke another man until the stranger blew his load all over her ass…

Rakesh felt a moan escape his throat.

Slowly Jessica moved backwards, letting her fingers graze over his soft length one final time.

"Well," Jessica said. "I'm sure you'll get there for your wife." And with a wry smile, she added, "After all, three men already did…"

The audience laughed. Rakesh flushed a bright crimson.

Jessica turned to the crowd. "And there we have our naked husbands… Now… Who's ready to meet these boys' hot wives?!"

The audience cheered hungrily.

A spotlight shone up on Chris, Jessica's husband, on the other side of the stage. Like Jessica, he was in a plush robe emblazoned with the show's erotic logo.

"In that case," Chris said, flashing his million-dollar, TV-ready smile. "Let's bring out our gorgeous hot-wives… Patti… Daisy… and Diana!"

A house track dropped heavily on the speakers. The room darkened.

The audience roared as Patti came out in a white lace one-piece.

The sides tightly clutched her mammoth tits. Her nipples were visible under the sheer fabric. The high cut at the bottom of the lingerie revealed the sides of the stunning model's shaven mound and her gym-shaped ass. The audience applauded enthusiastically.

Rakesh heard Kevin gulp next to him as Daisy came out next. Kevin's timid wife looked… hot. Certainly the hottest she had thus far on the show.

Her dark hair was pinned up in a poof, the sides hanging down to frame her face. She wore a short grey trenchcoat that hung open like a flasher's. Her black bra and panties were visible within.

In his peripheral vision, Rakesh saw that Kevin's naked cock was sticking straight out. The audience cheered for Daisy, too.

And then—out of the darkness of backstage, Rakesh's wife stepped into the suffused glow.

Rakesh's fists balled, sweaty and tight, as he followed each clack of Diana's tall red heels towards centerstage. Her beautiful, pedicured feet and shapely legs were covered in red net stockings that went all the way up to her thighs.

A minuscule red thong of the same mesh material formed a little triangle over her pussy. Her thin, sexy landing strip peeked through the mesh. Her taut belly was bare, and her big boobs were pushed tight inside a scanty red bra. Her nipples poked through holes in the mesh, naked and hard.

Diana twirled around to reveal her nearly bare ass. Then she took centerstage and stuck her hands on her hips. Nothing but a few wisps of string kept her naked flesh from the full view of the audience.

Her lips were ruby red. And her eyes, set off with eye-shadow, burned with lusty challenge.

With their backs against the ropes on the scoreboard… Diana wanted to convey one thing. She was a slut.

A slut here to fuck.

As the music faded, the audience roared and whistled for Rakesh's wife. She looked over at Rakesh.

Had he heard that roar? she seemed to ask, with a cocked eyebrow. They might actually have a chance of staying in the game…

Diana let her gaze drift downward. To Rakesh's dangling, flaccid penis…

And her grin faded.

—

Later that same evening…

Gael's private jet began its descent into the cool, California dusk.

Vermillion sunset hues spread out over the ocean. The twinkling lights of Santa Monica and the neighboring beach cities sparked on, dime jewels glimmering on the purple shoreline.

The Gulfstream banked left in the light breeze. Moving for a private runway near LAX.

In the jet's large bedroom suite, Gael felt a soft hand on his bare, muscled shoulder. Nudging him from sleep.

And he was having such a sexy dream…

He stretched awake on the soft double bed. Opened his eyes.

A dream all about his hot ex, Diana…

The suite was bathed lilac from the twilight outside. Natalya, one of the flight attendants, shook him gently awake.

"Almost here, Ga-el," she said in a throaty Russian accent. Then she stifled a strange, heavy moan.

"Ell…," she gasped, and then finished, "Ay!"

Gael's grogginess started to clear.

L.A.

They were right above Los Angeles…

He'd been waiting for this.

Gael fingered a knob by his side of the bed. Recessed cabin lights faded slowly up along the walls.

The elegant, sky-high room was in quite a state…

Empty bottles of Cliquot lay asunder on the cobalt velvet of the couch. A take-out box from Antico Forno Sconcio, a bakery in Rome, sat open, plundered on the carpet. Clothes—a Marc Jacobs shirt, jeans, designer stewardess uniforms, two pairs of G-string underwear—were strewn on the carpeted floor.

And on the plush bed near Gael, Natalya moaned deeply.

The other blonde stewardess was ravenously eating her pussy.

Gael awakened, conscious enough to turn on his side, to watch the action.

Yep, his dream about Diana's pretty little asshole could wait…

He reached over, fondling the other attendant's firm, naked ass. Her tongue moved frenetically, eating her friend out. Her fingertips clutched deeper on Natalya's toned, tan legs.

They were both stunners, thought Gael. Plump lips, angular faces, toned bodies. Supermodels.

He just wished he could remember the name of the woman eating Natalya out…

He kneaded her ass, watching as she licked expertly on her coworker's clit.

"Oh… oh—OH!" Natalya moaned. An orgasm nearing.

Gael smirked. Breathing down into his rippling abs. Taking it in…

There were far, far worse places the young movie star could have awakened.

He turned to the twilit cabin windows. Violet sunlight faded in as the "magic hour"—as his cinematographer friends might refer to it—drew to its close. Night would soon blossom over the sprawling city.

Damn, Gael thought.

I cannot wait to be back in L.A.

The glittering town had been home turf for him for years. A place where exquisite women threw themselves at him nightly. Where he'd made his massive, and very much growing, fortune. Made scores of great friends. Where he'd pushed back against countless rejections and confounded all the odds after a decade of grueling work… conquering an industry reputed to be one of the hardest in the world.

And yet…

Here he was planning something that threatened to undo all of it…

For whom?

The pilot made an announcement over the P.A. system.

"Passengers," she intoned. "We are thirty minutes away from touching down outside of LAX. Please return to your full seated position and fasten your seatbelts… or if you're fucking someone, or having your pussy eaten—maybe invite me next time? But seriously, you have five minutes to cum."

Another thing Gael loved—the crew on his private flights. They always wanted to fuck him…

He turned back to the vigorous coupling a foot away. He watched as the hot blonde eagerly lapped at her coworkers' shorn cunt.

It was a beautiful sight.

Her febrile tongue worked rapidly over Natalya's clit. The statuesque stewardess writhed and moaned below. The oralizing woman's gorgeous ass was poised in the air. It shook alluringly, displaying juicy, inviting pussy-lips, as she licked her friend's dripping cunt.

Five minutes to cum?

I love a challenge, thought Gael.

He whisked off the sheets and got on his knees. His massive cock dangled heavily between his legs. Hardening. Growing.

Gael grasped his meat. He positioned himself behind the bending woman.

She moaned, slipping her tongue off of Natalya's dripping slit. She looked back at him. Her lips and mouth were shiny with her co-worker's juices.

"Fuck me," she said. "You famous son of a bitch."

Gael pushed his cock into her.

—

Twenty-three minutes later, the sleek jet concluded its taxi down the small, private runway.

I don't call it the airport, I call it the clear-port…

Jay Z's words boomed aptly through the cabin over a lush Neptunes beat. Touchdown music. Gael hoisted an Yves Saint Laurent duffel over his shoulder, and moved for the door.

"Have fun in California, baby," Natalya smiled as he moved down the wide aisle.

The two attendants were back in their chic blue uniforms near the exit. Their faces beamed with post-coital grins. And one of them with some lady-juice…

"Thank you, babe," he said, kissing her wet lips. Cupping her skirt-clad ass. "And thank you for a great flight."

He tongue-kissed the other attendant. He owed her that, after she'd taken his deep load in her tight pussy. Still unsure about her name. She cupped the crotch of his jeans. Squeezed the large bulge of his dick.

"Come again soon," she said. "And cum again… and again…"

In a few moments, Gael was stepping down the runway.

He spotted his closest, and oldest, friend.

Benny K, as his inner circle knew him, leaned back on Gael's silver-blue Tesla, smoking a joint.

A big grin worked through his dark beard as his friend approached. He hadn't seen Gael in months.

It didn't matter. They'd always pick up right where they left off.

The men embraced deeply.

"You dumb shit," Benny said. "I was hoping your talentless ass would stay in Italy forever."

"I came back just to punch you in your ugly face," Gael replied. "Right between the criss-cross eyes."

They smacked each other's backs and ended the hug.

Gael threw his duffel into the custom convertible. He swung over the door and hopped in the driver's seat.

The car turned on with a low hum. Gael reversed, then steered the car across the private runway. Moving towards the FBO's gates.

A wall of paparazzi cameras awaited outside, already flashing…

—

The custom Tesla sliced up a road curving through the Hollywood hills. Gael let two fingers guide the wheel as the convertible twisted through the canyon. He knew how well the roadster responded to his smallest move.

The top was down. A pleasant breeze played in the men's hair as they sped upwards. The smell of rich cedarwood rose from the darkened hills. Hot jazz dripped like nectar from the car's high-end system.

What a glorious evening, thought Gael, to be coming back to L.A.

It was the perfect drive…

And then Gael's agent called.

"Ah, fuck," he sighed. The call blared up on the center console. Miles Davis's trumpet shut off abruptly.

Gael took a breath. He shared a glance with his friend. Benny shrugged.

They both knew what this was about.

Gael answered the call.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?" Gerry Bellaire screamed over the phone.

"Calm down, Gerr," Gael yawned. "I love you, too. Now what are you talking about?"

"What am I talkin' about? WHAT AM I TALKIN' ABOUT?! What do you think I'm talkin' about?"

Gael looked at Benny. They knew the gruff CEO of Hollywood's largest talent agency wouldn't be calling close to eight PM not to let them know. He'd tell them what he was talking about, soon enough.

And so he did.

"I'm talkin' about these fuckin' Hotwife Games!"

—

Meanwhile, on set at these fuckin' Hotwife Games…

Rakesh was practically praying to his privates.

Come… on… please… get… hard…

"Phew—phew—phee-yew," Jessica announced, wiping her forehead. "Three hot little outfits on three hot wives! Now who's ready for the challenge?!"

Not my fucking dick, thought Rakesh.

"Iit's… The Husbands' Showdown!"

Dramatic, staccato stabs of music boomed over the room.

The floor right in front of the stage seemed to collapse inward. Someone in the audience gasped.

A large, round hole was forming between the crowd and the contestants.

Rakesh's brow creased. With a motorized whir, three plush white chairs rose from the cavernous crater, and a plush, carpeted floor locked into place.

"Go ahead, hot-wife hubbies," Jessica said. "And take your seats…"

Their seats were comfortable, white armchairs set on rotating legs. They seemed able to lean all the way horizontal, if needed. They were arranged in a triangle, facing each other, with a six foot distance between them.

The men looked at each other. Karl shrugged, and made his way down the stage.

Rakesh looked at Diana, still awed by his wife's sluttish outfit. The nearly nude hot-wife shrugged, still defeated by the sight of his softness. Rakesh felt himself cringe.

Diana had made three men cum. And now his limp cock was going to be the reason they'd be sent home…

Rakesh followed Kevin over to the chairs. The nude husbands took their seats.

They were frighteningly close to the audience. Rakesh felt the presence of hundreds of strangers over his shoulder. He swallowed and shifted, trying to conceal his nakedness.

"Here's how the challenge works," Chris explained, descending the stage stairs towards them. "In the Cum-Off, each wife will try to make her own husband cum…"

"In only two minutes… " Jessica went on.

"Using just her hands," Chris concluded.

"And whoever gets their husband to cum first," Jessica said. "Wins five points!"

Chris and Jessica met in the center of the circle, between the husbands.

Make him cum in two minutes? Rakesh thought. After the loads he'd blown… They might as well book their tickets home now…

"But," Chris added. "We'll be throwing in a Bonus Test right after, with some critical bonus points! Including a Risk-It-All Lifeline that each wife has already picked out, that they may use whenever they choose…"

Rakesh's forehead furrowed. A lifeline they'd already picked out?

He tried to catch Diana's eye. But his wife looked straight ahead as Chris said that.

"Remember that these bonuses and lifelines," Jessica said. "Could involve a lot of things."

"Perhaps there'll be some never-seen-before video footage… " Chris teased.

"Perhaps the wives will have to make the other husbands cum… " Jessica continued, coyly.

Rakesh gulped, thinking of the implications of this…

"And of course, when it's all done… " Chris proclaimed dramatically, "One couple is going home!"

Diana looked once again at the scoreboards around the room.

Patti and Karl: three. Daisy and Kevin: zero. Diana and Rakesh: minus three.

Rakesh looked at his wife, standing on the stage like a nearly naked porn star. Diana nervously toyed with the thin strap of her thong. She glanced back at her husband.

Diana looked positively obscene in her mesh lingerie outfit. Rakesh almost felt his drained cock harden… Almost.

But Diana's willful air had disappeared.

She stared back at Rakesh in a state of anxiety.

It was going to be impossible to stay in the game.

—

Nearly three months ago to the day… days before Rakesh had even mentioned the outlandish entity that was The Hotwife Games to Diana…

That fateful morning…

Rakesh was about to fuck his wife in the ass.

For the first time, there on their bed in the morning light, he was going to feel her tight canal around his cock…

"I know I'm going to make you late for work," she had said breathlessly. Diana was wearing nothing but her ex-boyfriend's college t-shirt, her knees spread wide as she bent forward over the sheets, on all fours.

She reached back with both hands, and slowly parted her cheeks.

Diana's puckered asshole came into view. She looked back at him from the pillow.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she purred.

It was seconds before Rakesh's hand was furiously lubing the aching length of his dick. He nearly emptied Diana's tube of Luquido.

He was so excited that, after a long night of fucking in front of Gael's image on the screen, he still thought he could cum at any second.

If only he could feel that way in three months, at The Cum-Off challenge…

"Come here," Diana had moaned, pushing her ass towards him. "Put yourself in my asshole, my love…"

The combination of her filthiest words with her most loving was driving Rakesh crazy. He growled low.

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna fuck you in your tight little ass," he said, stumbling over the dirty talk. He maneuvered himself behind his wife, lining up the shining head of his hard, lubed cock with her anus.

"Yes," Diana breathed. "Yes." Looking back at him. Purring. Begging her husband to fill her rectum. "Yes…"

Rakesh pushed the head of his hard cock into her asshole.

Diana breathed. Raspy, pleasured moans escaped her throat in bursts.

"Oh, fuck… " Diana said. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. She could feel her husband's cockhead breaching the puckered ring of her rear hole.

It felt incredibly naughty…

And Diana had to make it naughtier.

She was going to say what Rakesh wanted to hear…

Diana opened her eyes again, looking back at her husband. Rakesh growled gutturally as his cock pushed further inside her warm anal ring.

It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His wife's ass was so tight… So warm…

The hot grip of her asshole threatened to milk him of cum, at any moment.

His hard cock was halfway inside Diana's asshole. His wife's ass cheeks spread around him, the sensation almost unbearably pleasurable…

Rakesh closed his eyes. He had to hold off his orgasm.

Then he heard his wife speak.

"Baby… " she said.

His eyes shuttered open. The pleasurable throb pulsed through his cock and into his balls.

His manhood was buried halfway inside Diana's ass. His wife's naughty, forbidden hole…

His eyes roved over her arched back and beautiful butt. Her ass looked divine, spread apart. Two juicy globes in each of his hands. His manhood wedged in between.

"Baby," Diana said again. She looked back at her husband's ecstatic face. Batted her pretty eyelashes. "Baby, I want… you to… fuck… my ass harder…"

Rakesh growled low. "Yes," he hissed to his wife. He sawed in deeper. He felt the tightness of her rectum squeeze his cockhead constrictingly. "Like… that, baby?"

"Mmm," Diana said. Her husband's dick was now almost all the way in her vicelike asshole. It was so kinky, so wrong…

But again… Diana needed to make it kinkier.

"Just… like that, baby," she breathed. "But… Ra… " Looking back at him. Wiggling her rump around his rock-hard dick. Making a show for her husband with her penetrated ass in the air.

She pouted her lips. "Gael fucked my ass harder."

Rakesh roared as he pushed himself in to the hilt.

He was deep in his wife's ass.

Diana gasped and screamed with pleasure. Her mouth curled, squealing out an involuntary laugh of delight as her husband fucked her asshole. She felt the head of Rakesh's cock push all the way into her canal.

"Yes… " Diana moaned, loving his jealous thrusting. "YES! Take my fucking ASS!"

Rakesh gripped firmly on his wife's thick cheeks as he fucked. He reared back and forth, pounding his cock in and out of her slutty hole…

"Take it, baby," Diana groaned out, eager to make Rakesh more jealous. "Take me… like… my… hot fucking… ex took me…"

"Oh fuck," Rakesh growled, thrusting. "You like that, Di? You like me… fucking you like… fucking… Gael did?"

"YES!" Diana squealed out. Her husband had never taken her this roughly. She reveled in the feeling of his lubed dick pistoning in her rear. "I fucking love it! I love it because I'm a FUCKING SLUT!"

She screamed the words. She didn't care if the whole building heard her.

She wanted everyone to know…

"Fuck," Rakesh said, his eyes narrowing to slits. He was getting close to exploding in his wife's asshole. "Fuck, Di… you slut…"

"I'm such… a fucking… slut… a hot… anal slut… " Diana moaned out. Her voice shook rapidly as Rakesh jackhammered his cock into her. "Love… taking… your fucking cock… up the ass… I love… taking… cocks… up my ass…"

Rakesh gripped tightly onto her ass cheeks. He leaned his weight forward on his legs, and worked his cock faster. His wife's lubed asshole gripped his dick tightly. Her words egged him on.

"I loved… " Diana gasped. "Gael's cock… in my asshole… so much… Let him… ass-fuck me… all the time… Does that… make you… jealous, baby?"

Rakesh growled loud. He fucked harder… faster…

"Fuck," he said, "Yes! It does…"

"Good… I… love wearing his t-shirt… while you… fuck me… smells… like him…"

Rakesh's cock sawed, lightning-fast, in his wife's tight bunghole. He couldn't believe what she was saying to him…

"His biig fucking dick… " Diana moaned. "Such a… big dick… Ra… it felt… bigger than yours in my ass…"

Rakesh closed his eyes and gasped, fucking her hard.

"You fucking whore," he spit out. Rakesh slapped his wife's ass hard.

Diana loved how Rakesh's jealousy drove his rough fucking. Loved the feel of her husband in her ass. The words spilling out unconsciously as she remembered her sexy ex…

"Yes… Yes, Ra… I'm a whore… an ass-whore… I miss… Gael's big, hard… movie star… cock… in my asshole… I want more… I want…"

Diana trailed off, lost in ecstasy. Even though Rakesh's cock and fingers weren't anywhere near her clit or G-spot, she felt an orgasm approaching. A warmth was spreading from the center of her anus…

Her husband's swollen cock in her ass was going to make Diana cum.

"What?" Rakesh said. He animalistically slapped his wife's ass, fucking her hard. "What do you want… my slutty, fucking… dirty… slut wife… " He slapped her ass again.

"I want… another… " Diana said, her own squeals interrupting her, "I want to take… another man's cock… in front of you… in my ASS!"

Diana crashed into a massive orgasm. Her moans resounded to the ceiling. She felt her asshole tighten around her husband's cock… felt her pussy lips drench with her juices.

Rakesh couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife's asshole was airtight around his thrusting dick. She looked devastatingly hot on all fours below him, her naughty anus spread around his jackhammering cock…

And as she came, Rakesh felt his own juices rush up from his balls…

"Watch… " Diana almost whispered, her breathing labored and ragged. Coming down from the crest of her orgasm. "Watch… I want you… to watch me… get fucked in the ass… by another man's… big… juicy… cock…"

Diana looked back at Rakesh.

"Cum, baby… in my asshole… " she said to him. "Like Gael's big hard dick came in my ass… so many times… release your load, baby…"

Rakesh's cum shot like a geyser.

He unloaded deep in his wife's tight ass.

"FUCK!" he growled.

A bestial roar exploded from his belly. Rakesh felt like a man possessed. His fingers gripped tight on the round contours of Diana's firm buttocks. His other hand reached out, involuntarily, grasping Diana by the roots of her hair.

"Yes," she moaned out, as she felt her asshole fill with his semen. "Use me… use me… like the dirty, anal, slut I am… cum for me…"

Rope after rope splashed Diana's tight hole. Rakesh filled his wife's hot, willing ass…

"Yes… " Diana mewled again, softly. Her cheek burrowed into the sheets as she looked back at her enervated husband. "Flood… my… slut… asshole…"

Rakesh groaned and shot a final spurt of cum. Collapsing over his wife.

His vision blurry, he reached for the mattress as he fell. Steadying his weight. He could feel her warm tits on his forearms, through her ex-boyfriend's t-shirt. Their sweaty bodies pressed tight. Their legs tangled.

For what seemed like minutes, husband and wife lay there. Breathing heavily. Rakesh's cock in her ass.

When the hot crawl of cum began to trickle out around his hardness, Rakesh gently pulled himself from inside her.

Diana turned to her husband, dreamily. She looked at him with her pretty brown eyes.

"That… " she whispered, "That was fun."

Rakesh raised an eyebrow.

"That was so… " he said, shaking his head. "So fucking hot… Damn, Di…"

Diana shifted and turned on the bed. She reached over to gently caress her husband's still-rigid cock. It was slimy with his jizz. Slick with lube and her own juices…

The filthiness of his hard meat in her hands turned her on.

"Who… " Rakesh exhaled. "Who are you?"

Diana flashed a gorgeous smile at her husband. Rakesh breathed heavily. He could barely believe he had just cum in his wife's ass. He could barely believe what a brazen slut she was turning out to be. Or perhaps, always had been…

"So," Diana asked him, matter-of-factly. "How serious are we?"

"Huh?"

Rakesh looked at her.

"You know," Diana continued, moving closer. Her lips inches away. "When I said I want you to watch me?"

Her lips came right up to Rakesh's.

She whispered, her breath hot against his face. "When you said you'd wanna watch me get fucked by another man?"

Diana reached her tongue out and gently ran it over his lower lip.

"Because you said yes… " she said. She enacted a faux brattiness. She pouted her lips. "Did you mean it?"

Very slowly, Diana wrapped her fingers, one by one, around Rakesh's cum-slick cock. He grabbed hold of his wife's naked, freshly fucked ass.

There was no turning back now.

"Yes," he said.

He kissed her.

"I meant it. And I'm serious."

Diana's eyes twinkled. A naughty grin spread across her face. She kissed her husband back, passionately. Their tongues dueled wetly in their mouths.

Diana pulled away.

"That's good, baby," she said with a seductive shrug. "Because one day… you're going to."

—

Ninety moons later…

In the swirling lights of the studio at The Hotwife Games, sitting completely in the nude… with his stunning mesh-clad wife standing in front of him… Rakesh had one question on his mind.

Was that day going to be today?

Chapter 4 - Shocks and Bonuses
She shocks her husband on a sexy game-show for slut-wives

Golden elevator doors slid open.

The private lift in L.A.'s storied SoHo House was a capacious, velveteen space. Thick, burgundy-curtained walls gave the impression one was entering into some exclusive gentlemen's club in a bygone era. The amber, candle-like glow might make one feel like they were being led into some Qing noblewoman's private opium den.

The reality, of course, was about as exclusive as these intimations…

Gael and his bearded pal Benny stepped into the low-lit cavern of the elevator. Ben hit the button for the rooftop.

He could sense something amiss with his friend…

"No word yet?" he asked, as they ascended.

Gael snuck another look at his phone, his hundredth glance of the evening. He shook his head. The usually charismatic star was uncannily occupied.

"Dunno what the hell's going on," he said, mostly to himself. "On these fuckin' Games."

"You can't get the feed on a phone?" Benny asked.

"Doesn't have the right encryption… My point-guy in production's supposed to text some kinda update. Who's winning, who's losing, what challenges are happening. Something!"

Gael exhaled, tapping his thigh impatiently. Benny shook his head. His oldest friend was holding something back from him, and Benny didn't know why.

"And… " he said, gently toeing the subject. "You still don't wanna give me the low-down?"

Gael shot a glance in his direction.

"I just do not get it. Whyyou, Gael Sankur, fastest-rising movie star on the planet," Benny said. "Are so concerned about these damn Hotwife Games."

Seconds later they stepped onto the rooftop level. A warm breeze wafted under the stars. Rich green vines wound around columns and crawled up the walls.

An eager hostess led the pair to their table, stealing blushing looks at Gael. They passed tables full of mega-celebrities, A-list executives, visiting senators.

Faces turned and clocked Gael. Some whispered excitedly.

"If she loses this round," Gael muttered. "I won't even be on the show…"

It took Benny a second to do a double-take.

"Wait.You'regonna be on the—" Benny started. "And hold on, who is 'she'?"

The hostess led the two to a corner table of the private club. A twinkling panorama of city lights spread out beyond, thirty stories below.

It was Gael's first day in L.A. after two months. Even in his occupied state, he had to stop and breathe in the breathtaking view.

Lawrence Answer stood from his seat.

A thick-built New Yorker, Answer greeted everyone with both arms stretched in a wide, crucifixional gesture. He projected a bluff warmth and ease… but cross him once and he'd slice your throat open. The paradoxical combo had made him Hollywood's most profitable producer for the last decade running.

"How ya' doing, Larry?" Gael said, embracing him.

"Peachy, my friend. Peachy! How are ya', Ben?" The men took their seats. Answer ordered them a round of Yamazakis, neat.

"Now," Larry said, smacking the table. "I know you just hopped off a thirteen-hour jet from Who-The-Fuck-Knows, Italy. But listen, Gael—Everyone, and their dog, and their uncle's dog, and the hydrant their uncle's dog is dropping a fat piss on, wants to work with you. You know what that means? Right now, my friend, you arehot."

Gael nodded.

"And heat cannot be fucked with," Answer continued. "Not when you have a three-picture deal with Larry Answer. Heat must be stoked, and fueled, andquenched. Because it can go away… " Answer snapped his fingers. "Likethat."

Gael took a breath.

Larry had no idea what Gael was planning. That he was very possibly going to make an appearance on a red-hot, underground streaming show called The Hotwife Games… That is,ifhis ex and her husband weren't eliminated that evening.

Larry would lose his mind if he knew. A move like that would throw all that "heat"—hell, maybe Gael's whole career—into the trash heap.

So Gael kept mum.

"Now, I got big some offers for ya'. Big movies. Huge. Ready to talk business?"

Lawrence smacked his meaty hands together. Gael exhaled. He might as well hear him out.

Then his phone buzzed.

It was a text from Gael's point-person at The Hotwife Games. It read simply,'Update.'

"Well?" Larry asked. "Are ya'?"

Gael's phone buzzed with a second text.

'Her husband can't get hard… '

—

Rakesh felt delirious.

Here he was, in the swirling lights of a Hollywood studio set… Sitting completely in the nude… Smack in the middle of the hungriest, horniest audience he'd ever witnessed…

And his erection was on lockdown.

His wife, Diana, walked down the stairs in barely visible red mesh lingerie. Her full breasts were on display for the audience, hard nipples poking through the thin mesh. The thin landing-strip over her sex peeked alluringly through the flimsy one-piece.

Diana's eyes were locked on Rakesh's.

It was time for the showdown of the husbands. Time for a challenge that Rakesh wished he could postpone more than anything in the world…

"The Cum-Off".

The rules were simple: Each wife had two minutes with their husbands. If they could make them cum, they'd get three points.

And since they had the lowest score, Diana was up first…

Only, Rakesh was completely soft.

He knew one couple was going home after this challenge. A sinking feeling filled his belly because it was surely going to be them…

"Here we go, folks," said Chris, leaning back on a comfortable lounger to the side. Jessica wiggled in his lap, shapely legs crossed under her vinyl robe. "With the first Cum-Off!"

Diana stepped into the center of the sunken circle, between the three naked husbands.

"Let's see if slutty Diana can get her hubby to cum," Jessica announced on her microphone. "Although… it doesn't look like Rakesh is very excited, does it?"

Rakesh's heart was beating at a clip. His penis drooped flaccidly between his thighs.

"No it does not," Chris replied, cupping a hand over his wife's breast and squeezing. "It looks like this round may be prettyhardfor him to win… ironically enough."

In the audience, some unkind person snickered.

Rakesh flushed red. He wanted to protest. To tell those bastards he had just shot two whopping loads, one after the other! Shit, how would they have done, watchingtheirwives get splashed by three strangers?

But Rakesh's throat was dry. His wife stood in front of him, a foot away.

He stared. At Diana's heels. Her toned legs in their slutty red stockings. Her gorgeous, hard nipples poking out from their mesh prison.

And those deep brown eyes. Staring at him.

Rakesh knew what Diana was thinking.

I have to make my husband hard.

Somehow. Some way.

Or they were out of there…

Diana stepped forward, between her husband's legs. He felt the soft netting of the stockings. Her legs, warm on his chilly flesh.

He looked up. Kept his gaze locked with Diana's. They both breathed.

Rakesh nodded gently at his wife. Encouraging, as best as he could.

"And your time starts… now!"

The spotlights closed around the sunken circle.

The three naked men, and Rakesh's nearly nude wife between his legs, were all that were visible in the packed studio.

Diana knelt between her husband's knees. She ran her mesh-gloved hands over his thighs.

She reached forward. With one hand, she began to toy gently with his softened cock.

She whispered, just loud enough for Rakesh. "Baby… Did you cum hard?"

People shifted in the surrounding audience. Straining to hear her whispered words.

"Did you cum hard watching me?" Diana asked. She rolled her husband's flaccid member in her fingers.

"Yes," Rakesh whispered back, letting himself enjoy her soft grip.

"Good," Diana purred softly. "Because… I love being a slut for you."

She stroked his cock gently, coaxing it to hardness.

But her efforts were for moot…

Diana stroked some more. She blew gently on the tender head.

Rakesh groaned at the silky sensation of his wife's breath.

He remained soft.

Diana saw the clock ticking in the corner of her vision. Her mind was racing.

She decided to take a different strategy…

The sexy woman nuzzled closer between her husband's hairy legs.

"Baby," she purred. "You know what I'm gonna do… very soon?" She stroked his softness with one gloved hand.

All Rakesh wanted was to get hard. He shut his eyes. Tried to will his penis to respond.

Diana moved forward until her face was inches over her husband's dick.

"Ra… " she said again.

He opened his eyes.

The two other men blurred in his peripheral vision, behind Diana.

The naked husbands were gazing openly at her kneeling body…

Kevin was leaning in his seat to watch her teasing face, which was poised over Rakesh's dick. Karl ogled her thong-exposed ass.

Both men were slowly stroking their cocks.

"I'm gonna do this… " she said, and bobbed down onto her husband's penis.

She started to suck Rakesh's flaccid dick. He groaned.

In his seat behind Diana, Karl stroked his fat meat.

"Shit yeah," the crass man growled. "Suck his soft fucking cock! Ha-ha!"

Karl laughed cruelly, ogling Diana. Rakeshhatedhim.

Karl just loved the sight of Diana's ass… gym-toned, firm, and meaty, just like he liked. He hoped he would have the chance very soon to pull the little red floss from between those cheeks and drive his cock into Rakesh's slutty wife…

Diana bobbed down once more on her husband's cock, then pulled her mouth off of him with a wet pop.

Loud enough for everyone to hear, she said, "I'm going to do this tothem."

Diana craned her neck back to the other husbands. She wiggled her ass.

"You want that, boys?" Rakesh's wife said, with a naughty grin. "My mouth? All over your hard dicks?"

The three men groaned…

And Rakesh's cock began to rise.

Diana squealed delightedly, feeling her husband's meat expanding in her hand.

"One minute remaining!" Chris announced from the darkness.

Diana kneeled forward and took Rakesh into her mouth again.

This time she shifted forward on her knees so she was on all fours. Exposing her ass to the other men.

Rakesh groaned, his dick hardening to a half-mast in his wife's mouth.

She retreated until just his head was in her mouth. She looked up at her husband.

Fuck,Rakesh thought.She's so fucking hot… Big, pretty eyes looking at him. His rising dick between her full lips.

Diana ran her wet tongue in circles around his cock-head, knowing how her husband liked that.

She grasped his stiffening cock in her hand and slurped her mouth off. Stroking gently, she gazed at his eyes.

Now she spoke at full volume… wanting everyone to hear.

"In the next round… " she said softly, "I'm going to sucktheircocks, baby."

Shit, Rakesh thought again. Diana's soft, mesh-robed hand felt incredible on him. Her practiced stroke working masterfully over his erection…

"I'm going to lick Kevin's balls… " Diana said, even louder. "I'm gonna swallow Karl's fat, hairycock…"

Rakesh groaned gutturally at hearing his wife name the other men specifically. His dick stiffened to full hardness in her accelerating hand.

The two men behind her, too, couldn't help but stroke their shafts quicker at the hot woman's pronouncement.

For good measure, Diana shook her rump back-and-forth while dirty-talking her husband. Drawing the men's eyes to her nearly bare pussy and ass.

"I'm going to let them fuck my mouth," Diana said. The hot-wife's tone was dripping, sultry.

Diana herself was getting aroused by her teasing. The thought of sucking on other married men's cocks, for the world to see… Her pussy lips were soaked inside the little mesh thong… she reached down to play with herself…

She clutched Rakesh's stiff cock like a hard-won prize, and jerked him off rapidly while she frigged herself.

"I'm gonna suck Karl's fat fucking cock like I'm his slut. I'm gonna let Kevin cum all over my—"

"And—time!" Jessica announced. The lights slammed back to a full wash.

Holy shit, Rakesh thought, falling back in his seat. Breathing heavy.

Diana released his fully stiff cock and lifted off the ground with a satisfied smirk.

Well, well, she thought to herself, with not a little smugness. She had sure playedthatround well.

Not only had she got her husband ready and going, but she'd planted some erotic seeds for the other men to contemplate. Now, if she got the chance to suck them off in a future round, they were already thinking about her mouth, awaiting it…

All the better to make their hard cocks cum quick, and nab some crucial extra points.

"All right!" Chris said animatedly. "Rakesh hasn't cum yet, so no points gained—but, a very impressive performance from our slut-wife Diana."

Diana strutted out of the circle. She enjoyed the feeling of the other husbands checking out her ass as her heels clicked past.

As she passed Karl, Diana gave her ass a little slap, just for him. He whistled, stroking himself.

"Impressive indeed," Jessica said. "From an iffy to a stiffy in two minutes flat!"

"And you callmecheesy," Chris laughed. Jessica playfully smacked her husband.

As she rejoined the other wives near the stage, Diana felt a surge of pride. She had really handled that—pun very much intended—like a pro.

Then Jessica frowned.

"The issue, of course," Jessica opined. "Is that now Rakesh is all primed to go. But if the Bonus Round involves the wives swapping partners…"

"Oh, that's right," Chris said. "Any of the other wives could take advantage of Diana's handiwork and finish the job."

Diana's contented look faltered.

"Our little horn-dog looks all ready to cum, thanks to Diana! And remember, in a bonus situation each wife will get three points for making another husband shoot his load."

"And that husband?" finished Jessica rhetorically. "He isoutta the challenge!"

The audience "oh"ed, baying for drama.

Diana looked at Rakesh. He looked back at her. His hard erection stood up angrily from his lap. Worry creased both their foreheads.

Had Diana helped him… Or made their position a lot more vulnerable?

—

In a very literal sense, the two could not afford to be eliminated…

That sweaty night three months ago… Before the Hotwife Games was even a dot on their collective horizon…

That night had marked a major change for them. After all, Diana had watched her ex on their television screen while Rakesh fucked her, then she'd given her husband her ass the next morning.

The double whammy had kicked off a sexual tornado.

Over the weeks that followed, both teased and played with each other endlessly.

Rakesh would be at work, sweating under a mountain of corporate paperwork, when he'd get a text from Diana.'Just dreaming about sucking big, hard cocks… 'it would say.

Or they'd be driving on the expressway one weekend to Rakesh's cousin's house, when Diana would gently ease her breasts out of her top. "Think someone will notice?" she'd pout. "I hope they do…"

One night, while feverishly fucking in their bed, Diana pulled Rakesh's cock out of her. She grasped it and led him to their balcony. In full view of the moonlit street, Diana proceeded to give him an expert blowjob until he sprayed her face.

It was late enough that no one was around to see, but the thought of her cock-sucking being watched thrilled them both…

It was all driving Rakesh wild. His unceasing arousal, in turn, was riling up Diana.

One morning, about a month before the Games, Rakesh found himself arriving late to work. Diana had made them both late, with a very satiating bout of anal in the shower…

In the elevator on the way up, Rakesh couldn't help but grin at the recent memory.His hard cock pistoning in and out of Diana's wet rear… Damn, his wife was hot.

His dick started to quiver in his slacks.

And as though on cue, a text from her popped up on his phone.

Rakesh pulled it up, and his eyes widened.

It was a picture she had taken in the mirror of her gym locker room.

She had on a tight, purple sports-bra that served a generous helping of cleavage. Tight, black lycra shorts hugged her shapely hips, and ended at the curve of her thighs. The straps of her black thong were pulled up so they were visible below her taut belly.

With her hair pulled high in a ponytail, Rakesh's wife looked she'd stepped out of a particularly kinky Sports Illustrated shoot.

A text followed the image.

"About to work out before work. Think I'll get some attention?"

Holy shit. Rakesh's mouth went dry. Diana was going to work out in front of a bunch of muscle-heads in an incredibly slutty outfit…

As the elevator doors slid open on the eighth floor, Rakesh had to quickly put away his phone.

He looked at his watch. He was seventeen minutes late…

And something was terribly wrong.

Two of his co-workers were shuffling towards his elevator, cardboard crates in their hands.

Rakesh made eye contact with one, and then the other. Their gazes were hollow.

Personal items filled their crates. Family photographs, planners, a university pennant.

And as Rakesh met their gazes, he knew from one look that his own fate was going to be the same…

Thirty minutes later, Rakesh drove home in a daze. He couldn't believe it.

Four years at a reputable financial institution, doing what he considered perfectly good work—and now the whole company was going under…

How was Rakesh going to tell Diana he'd been let go?

He was nursing a bottle of Boddingtons when she got home that evening. Any other night, after seeing a red-hot photo like the one Diana had sent, they would have jumped straight into bed together.

This time, Rakesh opened the conversation with a somber, "I have to tell you something."

Diana surprised him with her own grave tone.

"I do, too."

—

After Diana, It was Daisey's turn in the Cum-Off.

The pretty teaching assistant moved quickly over the stage stairs. She stepped nimbly down, shedding her trench-coat just as fast.

She entered the husbands' circle in only her underwear. She crossed her arms. She blushed.

Daisey's pale skin reflected the bright studio lights. Her nipples stood out on her small chest—round, excited nubs in her black bra.

She moved in front of her husband, Kevin.

Rakesh was still hard from Diana's sucking and teasing. His aroused eyes moved over Daisey's panty-clad ass.

It was certainly the shy Feminism T.A.'s most attractive feature. Shapely and round, the sides and yoga-toned bottom stuck out below her black panties.

"And your two minute Cum-Off starts… " announced Chris from the darkened room, "Now!"

The young hot-wife wasted no time.

In seconds, she was on her knees between Kevin's legs. Her small hand wrapped around her husband's thin, hard shaft. She started to clumsily jerk on his dick.

Daisey was clearly not the most skilled of handjobbers, and Rakesh felt a small sigh of relief escape him. They might yet have a chance to beat them.

But Kevin was throbbing from Diana's verbal teasing. He gently guided Daisey's face over his cockhead.

The petite white woman sucked her husband's dick.

Rakesh glanced over at Karl. The hefty man was toying idly with his erection. But he wasn't watching Daisey the hungry way he'd been watching Diana…

Rakesh felt something emanate from inside of him. Pride. Perverse, twisted pride.

Kevin held his wife's head in place and fed her his cock. Neither seemed near the brink of erotic ecstasy. The young woman looked hot as she worked her mouth wetly over her husband's dick. And yet, Daisey's blowjob seemed… cursory. Like a rare, perfunctory act that clearly wasn't a regular part of their lovemaking.

After two minutes of Daisey's oral attempts, Jessica called out, "Time!"

Daisey slipped her lips off of her husband's average-sized manhood. She wiped her mouth.

The scoreboard remained the same. No cum points awarded.

Daisey kissed Kevin on the lips, and went back up to the stage.

Rakesh watched the petite woman's ass, once more, as she moved off. It was a firm, shapely rump, an alluring teardrop in her high-waisted black panties. Daisey may not have had a great oral game, and didn't seem like the most pleasant person to be around—but she sure did have a hot tush…

"Next up in the Cum-Off circle… " chimed Chris from his microphone. "Our reigning hot-wife, Patti Greenham!"

The audience's cheer for the current front-runner was thunderous.

Patti stepped down the stage in her tall, bone-white heels.

Her face radiated an animal magnetism. She was supermodel-hot, with ravishing, eye-catching features. Her body, clutched tight in a lacy bridal one-piece, packed more curves than the coast of Scotland.

Fuck, Rakesh thought to himself. Even Patti's walk was electrifying. Every step spelled naughtiness, invitation… fucking sex.

As the crowd's cheering grew louder, Rakesh grew more worried.

Karl was eagerly stroking his fat slab of a cock. Diana's teasing had done the work to turn him on.

Was Patti going to take advantage now, and milk the cum from her husband's balls?

The stunning woman moved in front of his seat.

Karl stared up with an ogreish lust. His meat slapped against his sizable belly as he wanked himself.

"You look so hot, babe," he gruffed, masturbating and ogling his wife. "What a good fuckin' slut."

"That's right, baby… " Patti said, twisting her hips. She emphasized her massive boobs for her man. "Let's show everyone here what a slut I am, all right? Shoot for me. Everywhere."

"You bet I will," Karl said with a grin.

"And your time," Jessica announced, "Starts… now!"

Like Daisey, Patti wasn't going to waste a second.

She dropped to her knees. She separated her husband's meaty thighs.

She leaned swiftly in and began to lave her husband's full balls with her tongue. With her other hand, she pushed his hand off his penis. The gorgeous woman wrapped her fingers around his sweaty shaft. She pumped her husband's hard, fat cock.

Rakesh, like everyone else in the audience, stared in silent awe.

Patti's technique was expertlike. She worked her tongue in frenzied circles around each one of Karl's thick, hairy balls. Her hand stroked rapidly up and down his squat, almost rotund dong. With her other hand, she scratched gently along the fat man's thigh with five long, painted nails…

Karl moaned and groaned. This was clearly one of his favorite ways to be pleased.

Patti took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked hungrily. She stared up at her husband. Then she sucked his other testicle between her lips.

Karl groaned and grasped her head. "I'm close… " he murmured.

Rakesh grimaced. The Greenhams were about to win…

Patti took it as a cue, releasing Karl's balls and cock. They fell against his round belly with a thwack. Patti dropped back on her haunches.

Karl stood from his seat, exhaling with the effort.

The studio lights hit the sheen of his sweaty back. They bounced off his hairy, perspiring torso and round belly.

The large man grasped his beautiful wife's head. Patti opened her mouth into an inviting 'O', and pushed out her tongue.

Fucking hell, Rakesh thought. She really was sexy…

Rakesh fought the urge to touch his own cock while watching, the way Kevin was doing now. Who could blame him with the sight in front of them?

A stunning beauty queen, kneeling with her mouth wide open. Inviting her husband's double-wide cock…

Karl began to fuck her face.

Rakesh watched, amazed, as Patti rapidly and repeatedly deep-throated her husband.

The only sounds in the studio were the repeated smack of Karl's jiggling flesh, and the periodic glugs of Patti's mouth.

Sweat poured down Karl's bearded face.

"Oh… fuck," he moaned. "Oh fuck, yes, my hot, fucking bitch…"

Patti let her husband fuck her mouth fast, feeling him get closer. She reached behind him.

She grasped his thick ass, one cheek in each hand. She dugs her nails into his meaty flesh and assisted his thrusts. Pushing him harder, letting her corpulent husband use her wet mouth…

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, baby… " he gasped, watching his beautiful wife deep-throat him. Feeling her expertly take his fat, short shaft into her throat. In and out, between the warmth of her full lips.

Looking up with those pretty eyes.

Karl's balls tingled. Readying their thick splatter.

"Patti… " he growled. He grasped her hair tight. Her mouth was a constricting tunnel around his throbbing shaft.

Karl shut his eyes, feeling his explosion rise. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

"And… TIME!" Chris's voice boomed.

Groans and cheers rose from the audience in a loud melange. Karl gasped, groaning the loudest, as Patti drew her full lips off of his dripping slab.

Pre-cum and saliva shone on the giant bulb of his cockhead.

His short, fat cock was an angry crimson shade. Karl swore at his frustrated orgasm.

He fell back in his seat with an exasperated growl. Patti leaned in to kiss her husband comfortingly. She let her fingers drop to his waist. As they kissed, her fingertips grazed gently over his aching red shaft and balls, prompting him to moan into her mouth.

Patti ended their lip-lock, smiled small, and sauntered back towards the stage.

Rakesh exhaled.

He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath.

That was close.

Had Patti gotten Karl to shoot his load, the oddly matched couple would have won everything… and Rakesh and Diana would already be going home.

The arena lighting lifted back to a wash. Chris and Jessica stepped to the stage.

"And so goes the first round of our Cum-Offs," Jessica announced with a cheerful laugh. "A round of close calls but, shall we say, no… cumshot cigars?"

"You got that weird metaphor right, babe," Chris chimed back, wrapping an arm around his wife. Jessica swatted playfully at him for the dig. "But fear not, because our next round gives the couples a chance to gain some extra points before the day is over…"

Rakesh scanned the now lit studio. Audience members had flushed faces. Their expressions seemed enervated and excited, both turned on and wiped out by the dramatic previous round.

"That's right," Jessica said. She reached back and squeezed her husband's ass through his robe. "You see, ya' perverts… we have a very special Bonus Round coming up for these lusty ladies…"

Rakesh's eyes met Diana's up on the stage.

What were they in for now?

"A round we call… Talking To Strangers!"

A curious 'oh' came up from the crowd.

"In a few moments, each of our hotwives here is going to head into the audience and pick a man of their choosing… " Chris explained. "Someone whom, I hardly need tell ya', they've never met before."

"Hell, they won't even learn their names!" Jessica said. "But they will be talking to these strangers… talking very, very dirty…"

Rakesh felt a warmth spread deep in his balls. He gulped.

"And using only their hands," finished Chris. "To get these men off."

So Diana was going to jerk off a stranger, right in front of Rakesh… He felt his heart quicken.

"And if any of the wives make these strangers cum within the three-minute limit?" Jessica asked rhetorically. "That couple gets three extra points!"

Rakesh's eyes drifted back to the unchanged scoreboard.

Patti: 3. Daisey: 0. Diana: -3.

They were on the verge of being sent home. They sure could use that point boost to tie with Daisey and Kevin…

Rakesh's eyes shifted back to Diana's.

She stared at her husband and inhaled deeply. Her breath pushed out her mesh-bound tits. Her perky, excited nipples were on full display.

"Y'know" Jessica said thoughtfully. "I wonder if we'll see any bonus points at all in this round…"

"Good point," her husband agreed. "These hot-wives have to quickly assess what gets a total stranger off fast, and then get real creative with their fingers and their words…"

"And to win this challenge in just three minutes," Jessica went on. "They're gonna have to get very, very slutty…"

Diana and Rakesh were thinking the same thing.

How slutty, exactly, could Diana get?

—

"Whaddya mean you're gonna be on it?"

Benny K asked the question with a gaping mouth.

"No. I mean, for real?" Benny asked. "You're gonna be on this show? This "Hotwife Games"?"

Gael sighed. He'd just gone through all this with his agent, then his managers, and then his publicist. He'd dodged the issue with Lawrence Answer, but only because the super-producer was busy signing him on to two of the biggest movie franchises on earth.

Talk about the wrench of all wrenches…

Gael just shrugged. He curved his Tesla around a narrow bend, up onto Swallow Drive. The turn revealed a stunning night view from the hills. The city lights shimmered below, a carpet of opalescent stars.

"Dude," Benny said. "I never thought I'd agree with that Gerry prick, but this time… I mean, c'mon! You're a movie star, man! You know the shit you're gonna lose?"

Gael maneuvered the convertible higher up the winding hill streets. He turned onto Nightingale Drive.

They were now solidly up in The Birds.

A quiet array of streets high in the Hollywood Hills, the exclusive enclave was legendary in the world of real-estate, and a well-kept secret outside of it. Many of the most expensive homes on earth sat on the avian-themed drives, inhabited by a who's-who of the world's most famous faces.

Which was precisely Benny's point…

"Just look around, ya' dumb shit," Benny gesticulated to his pal. "Look where you live! Look at what you do! You're in the highest-grossing flick of the year. You're Gael fuckin' Sankur! You can't be on some late-night streaming contest for cucks, or whatever…"

"Hot-wives," Gael sighed. "It's a whole different…"

The young sex symbol shook his head. After all, he knew Benny was right. He was risking everything for this. And for what?

Gael exhaled. "Okay. You wanna know the truth?"

Benny looked over at his oldest friend.

Gael kept his eyes forward. He maneuvered the convertible into the massive round cul-de-sac at the end of Blue Jay Way.

A historic Spanish-style mansion loomed over the cliffside. Behind twelve-foot hedges, rounded white walls seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Gael hit an icon on his car's dashboard. A chrome-plated garage door began to slide open.

Finally, he looked at Benny.

"Diana's on the show."

It took his bearded buddy a second to comprehend this.

Diana…

Surely not… that Diana?

Benny sat in silence, gobsmacked.

Gael pulled into the cavernous garage. He steered the convertible between a gleaming, two-tone Bentley, and his bespoke Pagani Huayra.

Gael clicked the screen and the garage door whirred closed. He stepped out of the roadster.

Benny stared, still sitting in the passenger seat.

"What?" Gael said.

"Diana?" Ben could hardly believe the name issuing from his mouth.

Gael fished his duffel bag from the back seat. He didn't want to have this discussion.

"Your ex-girlfriend, Diana… " Benny said, pointedly, hopping out of the Tesla. "So did you, like, forget what happened at Arcana?"

He followed Gael across the cavernous garage. Gael had clearly not forgotten a thing.

They padded past his stunning automobile collection. A neon-blue Lamborghini Diablo, a vintage Rolls Royce Silver Wraith, even a chromed Maruti that he'd retrofitted with suicide doors.

If there's one thing you couldn't accuse the brother of, thought Benny, it was subtlety.

But just who was Gael trying to prove something to?

Had it been Diana, all along?

"'Course I haven't forgotten college," Gael muttered, pocketing his keys. He walked towards a wide oak door that led into his house. "Maybe… that's why I need to see her."

"Dude." It was all Benny could say. He shook his head. "Dude!"

Before Gael could open the door, Benny placed a gentle hand on his chest. Stopping him.

"Look," Benny sighed. "Either way… Just… Try not to think about that shit right now. Tonight. All right?"

"Why not?" Gael asked.

Benny paused. Then he smirked.

He threw open the door to Chez Gael.

Oh.

That's why.

—

Rakesh and the other husbands sat stock-still in their seats.

The Bonus Round was about to begin.

The naked men watched as their wives weaved through the hungry audience.

The lingerie-clad beauties were gauging the men, trying to clinch their best bets… Selecting the perfect stranger to jerk to completion. The question was: Who could they make cum, and quick?

A driving electronic beat pulsed in the studio, energizing the action. Wandering spotlights criss-crossed over the packed crowd.

Patti made her choice first.

The buxom model beelined straight for the college student she had lap-danced in the Strip-Off.

The fresh-faced nineteen-year-old positively beamed as she approached. Patti took his hand and led him to the circle. The young man shook feverishly. He couldn't believe his luck. His hard cock already tented the front of his cargo shorts.

Daisey took her time.

The teaching assistant walked by a few men who eagerly raised their hands in offer to the petite woman. She rolled her eyes. Rakesh couldn't help but notice how she quickly skipped by the brown and black men in the audience. A slight grimace played over her lips as she stepped past a pair of cheering Arabs. Daisey shook her head with slight disgust, and nimbly moved by.

Of course, Rakesh thought, the pieces of Daisey's earlier rude behavior to him falling into place. Daisey's racist…

He watched as, finally, she found a man who looked roughly like her husband Kevin. He was a skinny, unassuming blond white man in slacks, who looked excited to be selected for the handjob. Daisey led him to the husbands' circle.

Diana, meanwhile, felt no shortage of admiring stares as she maneuvered through the packed aisles. People checked out her nearly naked ass and tits openly as she sauntered past in heels and mesh lingerie.

Diana's eyes twinkled mischievously as men—and some women—ogled and cheered. The bolder men volunteered themselves eagerly as Diana studied their bodies and faces.

Her decision was a critical one. If they lost the round, they'd be packing right up…

Suddenly, her eyes fell on an attractive man in his twenties. He gazed at Rakesh's wife with burning lust in his eyes. Her Strip-Off performance had really turned him on…

She stopped. She let her eyes drift down to the pronounced erection bulging in his pants.

He would do just fine.

In moments, Diana led the lucky stranger by the hand, back towards her husband.

Despite the cold studio air, Rakesh felt sweat bead on his brow.

His wife approached, stepping into the circle in her blood-red heels.

All three wives had now selected their partners. They stood with them tantalizingly, in front of their seated, naked husbands.

The music faded down.

"All right, ya' lucky boys," Jessica intoned from outside the sunken circle. "Time to drop your pants and show our hot-wives what they'll be working with."

Diana stared at the attractive stranger's eyes. She looked towards her husband.

The college man's cargo shorts were the first to fall. Rakesh, from his seat, saw his pasty ass come into view in front of Karl. But on the screens around them, his long, thin cock was on full display.

Patti stared down at it with her lips open. The young man's rod was painfully erect, the head dripping with pre-cum.

Daisey and Diana both watched their selected strangers strip off their pants.

Daisey's man had a thick shaft that was semi-hard at the prospect of his imminent handjob. Her eyes widened as it came bobbing out of his jeans. It was the first new cock she'd hold since she had been married…

But the others in the circle were barely a blur in Rakesh's consciousness.

His heart raced as he watched the attractive man in front of him expose himself to Diana.

For some reason, the tall stranger decided first to strip off his gray t-shirt. His body was lean and athletic. Diana let her eyes roam over him admiringly, and Rakesh felt a jealous twinge.

Then the stranger undid his belt. His blue slacks fell to his shoes. He dropped his boxers.

His cock was engorged.

A practically naked man now stood in front of Rakesh's practically naked wife. Rakesh felt his heart thumping all the way in his throat.

In the Strip-Off he'd had mere glimpses of Diana's extramarital cum-bath, and her scandalous recorded handjob… Now she was less than three feet away.

"Just to reiterate, ladies," Chris announced. "You may only use your hands and your words to make these men cum…"

Diana breathed, making sure she'd get that right. They couldn't risk another penalty.

Rakesh's wife couldn't help but ogle the stranger's veiny dick. It wasn't overly thick, but it was long and very hard. Most notable was the head, which was bulbous and gleaming, pointing invitingly up at Diana's face…

"And the first wife to make one of these horny strangers cum," said Jessica. "Will net herself three extra points…"

Diana caught herself ogling the man's hardness. She looked over at Rakesh.

Her husband looked at her with a mix of shock and fiery desire. He'd caught her lusty admiration of the man. Rakesh's dick, too, was rock hard…

"And now, with no introductions, no names exchanged… " Jessica continued. "Let's see which of our married sluts can talk and stroke her way to some anonymous cum—"

"The Talking to Strangers challenge begins," Chris counted. "In 3…"

Diana took a deep breath. She smiled nervously at the attractive audience member.

"2…"

The naked stud smiled back at Rakesh's hot wife. His eyes moved up and down Diana's curvy body. She is so hot, he thought. He couldn't wait to feel her hands on him.

"And…"

Diana stepped closer to him. The stranger's dick bucked involuntarily.

Yes, Diana thought to herself, she was definitely going to make this man shoot cum…

"1…"

Going to make his cock spray her with seed. In front of her watching husband…

"Go!"

Three hot-wives grasped three ready cocks.

—

A month ago, in their living room, Diana told Rakesh her news…

It was Diana's best friend from childhood. A single mother living in Barcelona, Sujata had encountered a serious personal emergency, and with two growing kids she could hardly afford to pay the requisite bills. Diana had consoled her teary friend over the phone.

And then Diana had wired her most of their savings account…

Of course, she assured Rakesh, it was only a loan.

But realistically, it could be months before Sujata could pay it back. Maybe even a year.

Rakesh let this wash over him.

"What was your news?" Diana asked.

Rakesh slowly told her how his company had gone under. How everyone at his firm had been let go.

The couple sat on their couch, staring at each other in a state of shock that was ebbing into devastation.

With the lease running out on Rakesh's Mazda, and the mandatory rent increase that had come into effect that year, and their travel expenses that summer, and Diana's deferred position at the consultancy…

They would be flat broke within a month.

They sat there for a long time.

Suddenly, something came to Diana. A microscopic shift moved through her eyes.

She reached for her husband's hand.

"Babe," she began softly. "A… few weeks ago. You were up in bed…"

Rakesh furrowed his brow. Where was this going?

"You thought I was asleep," she went on. "But I woke up… I didn't move, but I was up…"

Diana inched closer on the couch. Stared deep into her husband's eyes.

"Ra… I saw what you were watching on your laptop."

Rakesh gulped.

"I—baby," he started. "If it's—It's just a—"

"I looked it up," Diana said. "The Hotwife Games? I couldn't believe it at first… all real women, real husbands…"

Diana put her hand on Rakesh's thigh. An electric charge rushed up his leg.

"It was so hot," she breathed.

Without warning, Rakesh's cock was hardening into an erection.

"You—you liked it?"

"I came while watching it," Diana said. "Again and again… fingering my pussy…"

Rakesh looked at his wife's full lips as she spoke.

"Because," Diana continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I imagined it was me doing those challenges… in front of you…"

A shiver shook through Rakesh's engorged penis. Diana moved closer still, so that their warm legs were pressed against each other.

"How much," she asked Rakesh. "Do you think the prize money is?"

—

About a month later, on the set of those very Hotwife Games, Rakesh's fingers clamped the sides of his reclinable chair…

His fingernails hurt. His knuckles were white.

But he would do anything to keep himself from touching his dick. The stakes were just too high. He couldn't risk shooting his cum.

He couldn't rob Diana of those critical points later…

But she was making it damn hard not to grab his package.

His hot, curvy wife was on her knees in front of him, stroking a complete stranger's cock in one hand.

The attractive man was the only totally nude stranger in the circle. He looked down lustily as Diana's hand glided expertly over his oiled-up cock.

Behind them, Rakesh was peripherally aware of Daisey tugging listlessly on her prospect's rod. He could hear the college boy in front of Patti moan deeply, but she was hidden from Rakesh's view behind the young man's ass.

"I loove stroking that hard young cock for you… " Patti was saying.

It didn't matter to Rakesh.

Right now, his eyes could only soak in the sight of his own slutty wife, two feet away.

Diana's lips were parted erotically as she skillfully massaged the strange cock. She felt incredibly aroused, enjoying the feeling of his long meat in her hand.

She looked over at her husband. Rakesh's cock stuck straight up in his lap, throbbing as though threatening to burst cum.

Diana raised her eyebrows inquisitively. And she started to dirty talk.

To both the men.

"Do you like how I'm jacking off his cock, baby?" she asked Rakesh, in a voice dripping with innocence. "Am I doing a good job?"

Rakesh could only nod. His parched lips wouldn't produce a sound.

Diana grinned. She looked up at the naked stranger.

"My husband says I'm doing a good job being a slut for you…"

Diana's pace increased. Her fingers tightened over his erection. She squeezed the bulging head with each upstroke.

She loved the feeling of a new cock in her hand…

"Do you like sluts?" she whispered to the man. "Do you like that I'm a naughty, married, fuck-slut?"

The man gritted his teeth. The beautiful hotwife had a filthy mouth…

Diana was trying to suss the stranger out. Trying to see what line of dirty talk would get him to cum for her…

Rakesh looked down at his own pulsing cock. His head gushed a steady stream of pre-cum. Only minutes ago, he couldn't get hard. And now his whole shaft seemed to actually shake from the tension building in his balls.

He dug his fingers deeper in the chair's fabric.

"Do you wanna spray me?" Diana asked. She breathed hotly on the stranger's bulging cock-head as she stroked. After the penalties of the last round, she was extremely cautious not to touch him with anything but her hands.

Rakesh's nude body glistened with excitement. He watched his hot wife, clad in nothing but revealing mesh lingerie. And as camera lenses circled and zoomed around them… as a titillated audience watched the three wives stroke their chosen men from all sides… as they ogled Rakesh's wife's tits and shaved pussy and practically naked ass…

Diana passionately masturbated a man she'd never met before.

"Spray me like a slut," Diana begged him, in front of her husband. "Pleease?"

She reached up with her other hand and worked his balls with her fingernails. Both Rakesh and the stranger groaned.

Diana looked over at Rakesh.

She glanced at his pulsing, cum-throbbed cock, that he was trying so hard not to touch…

"Look," she said to the man as she stroked him off. Diana kept her eyes fixed on Rakesh's dick. "Look at how hard my husband is… Even he wants you to spray his slut."

She gazed deeply at Rakesh as she wanked her stranger. Rakesh swallowed deep.

Diana licked her lips wetly as she stared into his eyes. She let her husband watch her, ogle her, relishing the hungry gaze of the man she loved…

As she jerked off a stranger's oiled-up cock…

Kneaded a stranger's oiled-up balls…

Rakesh's eyes shut. He was terrified that he was going to spray his load.

And then…

Patti squealed out in delight.

"Fuck yeah, my hot bitch!" Patti's husband, Karl, cheered. "Get that frat boy's cum!"

Rakesh's view of Patti was still obscured, but every monitor around them presented a kinky sight…

The beautiful model beamed broadly as she stroked rope after rope of spunk from the college boy's stiff, young dick.

Rakesh's eyes widened. And, along with Diana's, his spirits sunk.

Diana's stroking slowed, then stopped. But she kept her fingers around the man's dick and balls, watching Patti a few feet away.

The youngster's head was thrown back in a grimace. He shot like a firehose. Thick splashes of his young cum drowned Patti's massive tits in an erotic river. Stray spunk sprayed wetly on Patti's pretty face, covering her naughty lips and grin…

"And there it is!" Jessica announced excitedly. The audience roared. "Our first cum-shot of the Cum-Off!"

Rakesh's distraught gaze racked to the scoreboard over the crowd.

Patti and Karl now had six points. Rakesh and Diana were still at minus three. An impossible, nine-point lead.

They were finished…

"And yet we still have a minute and thirty seconds to go!" Chris said. "Well, 1:28… 1:27…"

Diana looked desperately at her husband. The hot wife's fingers resumed rubbing on the nameless man's penis.

"Can our other hotwives net any points at all?"

Rakesh looked his pretty wife in the eyes. He nodded, encouragingly. We need this, baby—he tried to say, with only his gaze.

The pretty young wife felt the stranger's meat sliding in her tight grip. With all the desperation of the challenge, there was still something so hot about playing with a cock in front of her husband. And yes, they needed this. They couldn't go home yet…

But Diana didn't know if she could get this man off with the minute and change left.

She wondered if now was the time to use her lifeline…

"Oh my gosh!" Chris's voice perked up in surprise. "In an unprecedented showing, we have our slut-wife Patti going for a second cum-load!"

Diana and Rakesh looked over in shock.

Indeed, Patti was masturbating the college-goer's dick with renewed vigor. The young man was, incredibly, growing hard again.

He groaned as the cum-covered beauty dirty-talked him, her freshly spunked smile tantalizingly close to his rod…

"Shoot on me again," Patti purred. She rapidly worked his hardening slab. "Come on, college boy… you only covered my big titties… I need more…"

Fuck, Diana thought, her mind working desperately as she jerked her own stranger. That's why Patti had chosen the young man. Strategy… He was eager, virile… the youngest of the three men in the circle.

Patti had been aiming for double points all along…

"A minute and fifteen seconds!" Chris announced.

"If you give me more cum," Patti said enticingly to the college kid. "I promise I'll let you fuck me after…"

The young man groaned.

"Let you blow a load in my pussy… " Patti said, licking her lips. "I bet you've never done that, have you?"

Her guess was apparently correct as the virginal student groaned loudly. He closed his eyes, feeling a new batch of cum start to boil…

Diana needed to think fast.

She couldn't use the Lifeline… not yet. Maybe not ever…

Using it, she thought, could mean the end of her marriage…

She shook the thought and formed another plan. A naughty one…

Diana glanced at her aroused husband. He was clearly distracted by Patti's cum-slathered face and body as she tried to coax a second load. So, in fact, was Diana's own stranger.

Time to change that.

"Baby," she stage-whispered to Rakesh.

Both men looked at Diana's pretty, heart-shaped face.

"I'm gonna be really bad now… okay?" she asked rhetorically.

She gazed up at the other man. "Because I need your cum, stranger. I reeally need some hot cum."

Diana took her left hand off the man's ball-sack. Looking at Rakesh, she sucked her index finger into her mouth. She drew it out slowly.

It was shiny with her saliva.

"One minute," Chris counted down.

Still stroking the man's hard dick with one hand, Diana reached between his toned legs. Her sopping index finger moved up behind him.

She reached the wet digit up between his ass-cheeks…

And Diana pushed her fingertip into the man's asshole.

The stranger's eyes popped wide with surprise.

"Oh, FUCK!" he screamed out.

Rakesh's head—and cock—nearly exploded.

Diana jacked the man's dick rapidly with one hand. Her other finger pushed deeper into the stranger's tight ass.

Rakesh's wife was on a mission for cum.

"Well," Jessica said on her mic. "It looks like our spunk-queen Diana is trying a hot new tactic…"

Rakesh's mouth hung open with nearly cartoonish shock.

He couldn't believe his wife was finger-fucking another man's asshole, right in front of him…

In the peripheral background, Rakesh clocked Kevin's gaping stare. Kevin was ignoring his own wife's inproficient handjob. He gawked at Diana's slutty ass-play and jerked himself.

Ass-play was one of Kevin's greatest kinks, and Daisey had never wanted to indulge it…

Rakesh felt his own penis thrust involuntarily towards his wife. It felt like every nerve on his cock-head throbbed with blood. Diana played wantonly with the man's asshole.

She had done it for Rakesh, once, long ago in their shower. He had shot his load like an exploding hose… Which was just what Diana needed this stranger to do now…

"Oh fuck, FUCK, fuck!" the man said, gritting his teeth. "You hot slut…"

"Yes… " Diana moaned out. She adored the dirty talk. "Call me filthy fucking names!"

Her nearly naked pussy was soaked, aching… If only her husband could get under her and eat her out right then.

"Call me a whore in front of my husband!" Diana said.

"You fucking… whore," the man said to Rakesh's wife. All his attention was on Diana's finger entering his anus. "Hot… ass-fingering… whore…"

"Forty-five seconds!"

"You like that?" Diana asked naughtily. The man was clearly in ecstasy. This slutty woman's masterful cock-stroking combined with her finger-play…

"Hmm, naughty boy? You like when I play with your asshole?" Diana asked him. She could feel his thick head bulging in her grasp. Could feel his tight asshole grip her probing finger.

He was close…

"You like my slut finger in your ass, baby?"

The stranger groaned, long and low.

Kevin's eyes kept shifting distractedly between his own wife, and the show Diana was putting on.

Daisey's routine handjob was still having little effect on the Kevin-lookalike. She didn't notice her husband's distraction as she stared up at the nondescript man. Daisey, unlike Diana, just listlessly repeated a chant. "Cum," the petite woman intoned. "Cum…"

"Thirty seconds!" Chris counted.

Patti was expertly working on getting her second load from the collegiate's cock.

"Think of how hot my wet, married pussy will feel," Patti moaned to the young man. "Give me that thick cum… in my dirty cunt…"

Karl masturbated his fat shaft, cheering his wife on.

"Twenty-five seconds…"

Diana needed this… if Patti got another cum-shot before her, they were finished…

"I love playing with guys' assholes!" Diana yelled suddenly. "I fucking LOVE it!"

The audience cheered at the slutty pronouncement. The excited man closed his eyes.

Rakesh watched his wife finger the nameless man's asshole. Watched her jack him and tell the world how much she liked anally fingering men…

He clenched the chair and felt his own hard cock vibrate. Rakesh could feel it thrum, feel his balls churn…

"I'm a fucking slut," Diana said ecstatically. She looked hotly at her husband. "I'm a dirty slut, baby… you married a slut… sluts like me play with all the boys' assholes…"

Diana's fingertip moved rapidly, sloppily, in and out. Her finger smacked wetly as she toyed with the tight grip of the stranger's anus. Her other hand stroked his excited cock, fast and hard…

"Cum for me, baby," she said to the man. "While I play with your dirty asshole… in front of my rock-hard hubby…"

"Twenty… Nineteen…"

And then…

The stranger groaned.

A rope of thick cum flew…

"Yes," Diana purred.

The stranger growled and swore. He pushed his hips forward. His hard cock spewed…

Rakesh watched with wide eyes…

As the cord of cum arced from the man's bulging head… sailed across the air… Diana stretched her wet tongue out…

Hot cum landed on his wife's tongue and lips.

Diana's kept milking the stud's prostate with her finger. Her other hand jacked him fast. The man's cock shot again…

Rakesh suddenly grunted from deep inside his belly.

His cock and balls took control of him. They flexed his legs. Pushed him upwards. Rakesh reared up from his seat.

He couldn't help it… He gripped his own cock tightly…

Rakesh's thrust his hips towards his wife.

And a rope of thick cum shot out of his dick…

Diana squealed with surprise. The stranger's second spurt splashed her outstretched tongue. She turned with her cum-filled mouth open, to her suddenly standing husband.

Rakesh's cum sprayed on his wife's face.

Joining the strangers' loads…

Rakesh moaned like a caterwaul. His head was swimming. The sight of his wife, her wet finger in another man's ass… her tongue receiving his hot load… It was all too much for him.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" Diana said, giggling as the two men's cum hit her face repeatedly.

Two men were emptying their balls on her…

"FUCK, DI!" Rakesh shouted. More cum rushed from his sac to his cock-head.

The stranger sprayed again. Rakesh sprayed again.

Wet loads from both the men landed together on Diana's laughing face. Splashing her cheeks, her open mouth and tongue… Diana's husband's cum, and the seed of a man whose ass her finger was in, bathed her beautiful face…

The hot-wife was in slut heaven. Her face was covered in streaks of wet, white semen.

"Ho-lee shit," Chris laughed over the speakers. "It looks like sexy Diana cannot get enough cum! And with just ten seconds to go, it se—"

The urgent patter of feet interrupted.

Kevin, Daisey's husband, was gripping his hard cock…

And suddenly rushing over from his seat.

Daisey looked on, astonished. Her naked husband practically ran towards Diana.

Diana registered the skinny man in her peripheral vision. Still kneeling, she gently eased her finger from the stranger's ass and turned to the approaching husband.

"What happened, baby?" she said alluringly to Kevin. "You like what I'm doing to him?"

Kevin nodded frantically, nearing Diana.

Diana grinned devilishly.

Suddenly, she reached back and pushed her other fingertip into Kevin's asshole.

Kevin moaned out so loudly, every person in the circle turned to watch them…

Diana looked up at the excited man. She pushed her finger deeper into his ass. Sinking in to the first knuckle.

"You like getting your asshole fucked, huh?" she said with a giggle. "You naughty bo—"

Diana didn't finish the sentence.

A geyser cum splashed her, yet again.

Kevin roared like a gut-shot animal.

His balls, full and round, emptied themselves in tapioca-like ropes onto Rakesh's kneeling hot-wife.

Her wriggling finger felt incredible in his tight ass… He'd never felt anything like it.

Diana giggled. She couldn't believe it. She felt sluttier than she ever had before. Cum-drunk.

She cupped her mesh-covered tits and lowered herself below Kevin's spurting dick. She stuck out her tongue, offering herself to his cock.

Her finger moved rapidly inside his tight, virginal asshole.

The skinny, pent-up husband sprayed her face.

And kept spraying…

It seemed he hadn't cum at all since the Games had begun. He ejaculated his stored-up load all over Rakesh's wife.

The slut was utterly covered in cum.

Rakesh wobbled on his legs. He was completely dazed.

Three naked men, including him, had now paid their wet tribute to his wife…

Rakesh had barely gotten over the shock of Diana playing with a nameless stranger's asshole. Barely gotten over his own body reflexively dousing her in cum.

And now his wife was receiving a third load from another husband in the circle…

"And… time?" Jessica announced, with a laugh.

The audience erupted in ear-shattering applause. Bassy music swelled.

Lights faded up around the room.

Kevin squeezed a final string of sperm. It shot out, missing Diana's face. She pouted as it landed on her taut belly. Trickling down to her drenched sex.

Diana's breasts were soaked with jets of spunk. The three facials had coated her cheeks and chin in wet, white streaks. And as Diana turned seductively to her husband…

Rakesh caught a naughty glint in her eyes.

She eased her finger out of Kevin's asshole.

Diana opened her mouth wide for her husband.

Her mouth was filled with cum.

She moved her tongue around lasciviously, playing with the messy pool of semen within…

The cum of three horny men.

Rakesh groaned, disbelieving, and fell back onto his chair.

This was the woman he married?

Still staring at her husband, Diana closed her mouth and swallowed noisily.

Then, her eyes fixed on Rakesh, she sucked first one index finger between her lips… and then the other. Fingers that had just been in the assholes of two other men…

Rakesh watched through lidded eyes as Diana silently mouthed words at him…

"I'm your slut…"

The other women in the circle watched Diana. Daisey and Patti released their own strangers' rods.

Daisey watched the victorious hot-wife with rank jealousy. Diana, after all, had usurped her husband's cum in the challenge… had fingered his ass and made him spunk…

No, it was more than jealousy. It was pure contempt.

Daisey wanted only to get her revenge…

Patti, on the other hand, gazed with grudging admiration. Diana was proving to be quite the worthy opponent after all.

Chris and Jessica stepped back into the circle.

"What a damn round!" Chris said. His erection tented the front of his robe as he stepped close to Diana.

"Incredible," Jessica said. "Diana takes home three points for making her studly stranger shoot his wad, making her score—"

The scoreboards around updated. Diana and Rakesh were now at… "Zero!"

Diana smiled. It wasn't an out-and-out victory, but they had become even with Daisey and Kevin. Enough to stick around for the next round.

"But wait," Chris said. "I'm getting word from our producers that these will not be the final scores of the Cum-Off."

An "oh" proliferated through the audience.

Diana gazed at Rakesh with an eyebrow raised.

Rakesh ogled his wife's cum-glazed face. Scanned her curvy, spunk-splashed, naked body.

His wife looked like a used slut…

"Since Diana's hot performance also made her husband and Daisey's husband shoot within the time limit… " Jessica said.

"She will get three points for each of their loads too." Chris said. "Which means… six more points!"

Diana's eyes went wide. She turned and beamed beautifully at Rakesh. She could just kiss him right then for shooting on her…

But, with all the spunk in her mouth and all over her face, she didn't know if he'd want that… Would he?

Rakesh looked back at his cum-soaked wife. A mix of shock, and some relief.

The scores updated.

Patti was at 6. Daisey at 0. Diana and Rakesh were also now at 6.

They were tied for the lead.

Kevin reproachfully returned to his seat. Daisey shot daggers at him with her glare. Kevin tried to avoid his wife's eyes.

Yes, she would get her revenge on Diana. She had an idea.

Daisey stood silently from her seat, and moved stealthily for the producers' booth…

Diana's spent stranger nodded gratefully at her, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned and nodded awkwardly at Rakesh, and then moved out of the circle.

Patti and Daisey's chosen men were doing the same. Only both those strangers still had fully engorged erections.

"Now let's send these pretty women to the showers before we do the day's Wrap-Up, shall we?" Chris said. "And then we'll say goodbye to our losing couple…"

"But for now, let's take a quick commercial break—"

"Wait," Diana said.

Rakesh—and everyone else there—looked over at the kneeling woman in surprise.

Diana had reached out and stopped the two strangers from leaving. The college boy and the clean-cut man looked confused, still naked and hard.

"The round is over now, right?" Diana asked the show's hosts, cum dripping down her face and breasts. "Which means we don't have to use only our hands?"

"Uh, I guess so, sweetie," Jessica said, amused. "But this isn't a challenge. You know you can't get more points, right?"

"I know," Diana said. The cum-coated hot-wife reached for the two men's thighs. She nudged the two strangers closer around her.

Diana looked at Rakesh.

Rakesh didn't know if he had any more shock left in his reserve of emotions…

"I can't let these boys walk away like this, baby," Diana pouted at her husband. "It's cruel. I hope you don't mind…"

"Mind… what?"

But before Rakesh could get an answer…

Diana grabbed the college boy's cock. Still looking at her husband, she opened her mouth wide… and wrapped her lips around his long, young shaft.

Rakesh was slack-jawed. Chris and Jessica chuckled.

"She really is some slut!" Chris said.

Theme music came over the scene, and the lights began to roam off.

Rakesh just watched, while his wife sucked one hard dick into her mouth. Then she noisily slurped her lips off of it and moved on to the other.

Sucking off two complete strangers right in front of Rakesh, for the first time…

And it wasn't even part of the damn competition.

"The Hotwife Games will be back after these messages…"

Chapter 5 - Hotwife Interruptus
She takes men in front of her husband on a kinky game-show

EXT. THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS. NIGHT.

The L.A. lights shimmer like sapphires tossed in the darkness.

CAMERA MOVES deeper, into the canyons… and UP…

To a massive Spanish-style estate perched on the edge of the hill…

And as we PUSH IN… a bluesy, rumbling bass-line, pouring from the throbbing party inside, grows LOUDER…

—

Gael's mansion thudded with energy.

Music rolled, pulsing under the high ceilings. It oozed across the cavernous, packed length of the dim-lit living room.

Priceless art vibrated to the sound. Black and gold balloons bobbed gently to their destinations around the modern chandelier. They shook past a silk banner—"Welcome Home Gael!",it said—draped along the arc of the staircase.

Even the floor-to-ceiling views of the L.A. sprawl seemed to shimmer and refract on the beat, the bass-line falling over the room like syrup.

Benny K. swung open the heavy door.

"Welcome home, Gael!"

His eyes widened. Nearly a hundred voices rose in concert with the rippling banner. The place was crammed with beautiful people. Nearly every one had a face that Benny instantly recognized…

And not because he'd ever met them.

Gael couldn't help it; a visceral laugh of pleasure escaped him as he entered his L.A. home. He smacked Benny on the back. He smiled at his friend, and gave a little wink of gratitude. Like a crusading king returning to the motherland, Gael swaggered into the lavish party and soaked in his kingdom.

"Oh, dude!—" Benny called after him. "Where do you keep your phone charger?"

But Gael was already swallowed into the vibing party. He moved through, receiving warm hugs—and sometimes hot kisses—from a litany of Hollywood's hottest stars. The pretty "girl next door" who charmed audiences on America's number-one sitcom… the celebrated character actor who'd just nabbed his first Best Supporting Actor Oscar… the buxom blonde who rocked the tight black skinsuits in all those superhero movies…

A party at Gael's,thought Benny,sure wasn't your run-of-the-mill shindig.

The rising movie star had a rep in Hollywood circles for hosting the town's hottest bashes. It was a whispered reputation, of course—the guest lists hovered exclusively in the echelons of the A-list. Every party had to be a well-guarded secret. And for very, very good reason…

But with all that clout, there wasn't a damn phone charger in sight.Benny looked down at his phone, the screen black. He was plum out of battery.

He looked back up, watching his old pal wade into the throng of attractive, laughing, and admiring faces. He saw people streaming onto the lawns outside. Leaping into the long, glowing infinity pool that overlooked the Sunset Strip glimmering far below.

A stunning model dipped her face into a cut-crystal bowl. She came up sniffling the purest coke in the hemisphere. Benny watched as muscular, world-famous athletes made out with supermodels all along the marble stairs to the second story.

A packed Spanish mansion. Drugs, booze, music, and beautiful people. A wild party on a titanic scale… It was, Benny thought, all just a littletooGatsbyesque… with one, major distinction. Everyone at this party, every single person but the two of them, was wearing nothing but their underwear.

A famous older actress—her face and negligeéd body more eye-catching with each year of age, it seemed—was working off Gael's shirt for him.

It was quickly becoming a secret Hollywood institution: the All-Star Gael Sankur Underwear Party.

Shit, Benny thought, watching the dazzling woman kiss Gael,at least this'll keep the fucker from checking up on the Hotwife Games, yet again…

And indeed, for the first time that evening, Gael's thoughts were far away from the clandestine Games… For a solitary moment, the young star didn't care whether Diana and her husband were still in the running of some game-show for naughty wives… He wasn't thinking of his ex at all. And he kissed the nubile stunner back on her full lips.

Out in the pool, married Hollywood couples melted together in passionate groups of four. Hot bodies in skimpy lingerie, lacy bras, full jockstraps… circling, entwining…

Hmm,Benny thought.Probably no phone charger there…

Benny looked at the adjoining den. He saw a curvy actress who'd risen to fame playing a sexy secretary in a series set in the '60's. He watched as a young rap duo sandwiched her, groping her massive lace-clad breasts and ass. Watched as she grasped both their hard cocks through their briefs…

Then a hand was on Benny's arm.

He instantly recognized the beautiful pop star sat on the Italian leather couch. She leaned back. She raised her long, lithe legs in the air. Staring at Benny, she spread them apart. Her small hands hid her pussy from him.

"Hi, you," she said, in that world-famous voice.

Benny was stunned. She had a ravenous, almost pornographic beauty—the hottest person Benny had seen in his entire life. He stared dumbly for several seconds. Finally he found his voice.

"Do you have a phone charger?"

"What?"

She hadn't heard him. Rhythmic music throbbed around them.

"Nothing," Benny said louder, shaking off his complete idiocy. "H-hello."

The pop star smiled, and gently pulled her hands away. She showed him her young pussy, visible through the floss of a red g-string. Her shaved mound shone over her clit. She was wet.

"Eat my pussy for me?" she begged.

Well, shit, thought Benny.

Everything about Gael's life stank of excess. His friend's party was just a big, drug-laden, star-studded, opulent, cocaine fuck-fest. Gatsbyesque hardlybeganto cover it.

But, hell, Benny didn't wanna be rude.

He dropped between the pop star's legs.

—

Rakesh's heart pumped a cocktail of emotions across his arteries.

He was breathing heavily, worn out against the leather scoop of his designated armchair. He felt drained, enervated, weightless even—and yet, he was utterly aroused.

The studio lights were dimmed asThe Hotwife Gamesran its commercial break. The audience surrounding the sunken set chatted openly about the action still unfolding in the half-light.

Rakesh's eyes were hooded from the force of his recent orgasm. But his gaze was singular…

His wife Diana was sucking two cocks in front of him.

Kneeling on the floor, Diana serviced the two men with rapid, passionate blowjobs—taking one long, thin member between her lips, sucking it hard, then moving to the other.

The Hotwife Games were on a commercial break. Rakesh reasoned that his wife had no real reason to do this, apart from her own fiery lust…

But after the last challenge, she had told Rakesh she couldn't bear to let the horned-up audience members leave, as the two had surely gotten blue balls from Daisey and Patti, who had both failed to finish their tasks. Only Diana had emerged victorious—and with flying colors at that. Rakesh was almost proud…

What Rakesh didn't know was that his wife had a secret…

What better way to throw my husband off the scent,Diana thought as she laved a young cock,than fulfilling a filthy fantasy of his, feet away from him?

Okay, she conceded to herself, as she swallowed the head of one man's rod.So it's my fantasy too…

Why else would Diana be facing her husband, two naked men standing to either side, their hard cocks pushed out for her to service like some dirty slut?

The men—a virile young college lad and a clean-cut professional in his thirties—swore and groaned at Diana's expert handling of their dicks. As Diana bobbed her mouth lustfully over one throbbing dick-head, she jerked the other with a tightened grip.

Much as she had been all day, Rakesh's slutty wife was on a quest for cum.

Rakesh gulped as Diana suddenly held still with the college boy's full cockhead in her mouth. Her hand paused its hungry stroking. Her fingers traveled lightly over the other man's balls.

Then Diana looked at Rakesh. His penis quivered deliciously. He froze. Slowly, aching inch by aching inch, Diana moved her mouth down over the young man's engorged cock.

Rakesh's wife began to deep-throat another man in front of him. Rakesh felt a rumble escape his lips. His aching dick began to rise again.

The youngster threw his head back and groaned, loving the feel of Diana's married mouth. She fought back a gag. She felt her throat widen. With a deepglugsound, she took the hard dick deep in her throat. Her nose pushed against his trimmed pubes.

Suddenly, she mewled through her full mouth. Her cheeks expanded.

Diana moaned low in her throat, keeping her eyes locked on her husband's. Rakesh didn't dare to breathe.

He knew the horny college kid was shooting cum in his wife's mouth…

The man grasped Diana's head and pushed her deeper still on his dick.

"Fuck yeah… "the boy growled through gritted teeth.

Diana closed her eyes and let her mouth bob over the hard, exploding erection. She lapped her tongue over the shooting dick-head, submissively accepting the stranger's load.

The youngster moaned out again, eyes shut. His head rolled back.

"Yes… " he said, holding her head steady. "Take my cum… hot fuckingslut…"

Rakesh's teeth clenched. He didn't know how he felt about the lad talking to his wife like that…

Gently, Diana's hooded eyes shuttered open. She looked at Rakesh.

Slowly, agonizingly, Diana dragged her wet lips and tongue over the young rod, until just the head throbbed between her lips.

Grasping his swollen balls, she pulled her mouth off of the long fuck-stick. Letting it bob free.

Rakesh groaned again, warmth rumbling in his spent cock and balls.

His wife licked off the viscous rope of semen that had spread from the stranger's cockhole to her wet lips.

She turned to face her husband.

Diana pushed out her hot breasts. With one stranger's rigid dick between her fingers, and the other's balls in her hand, she looked every bit the slut-wife she knew she was.

Diana slowly parted her lips. Rakesh felt his heart quicken. She was putting on a show, just for him…

A thought flashed, secretly, through Diana's mind.All the better, she thought,to keep him from asking any questions.She was thinking about that Lifeline Challenge she had so nimbly skipped over in the last round… and she didn't want Rakesh to probe any further on it.

Gently, Diana opened her mouth.

Rakesh gasped.

She wriggled her laden tongue. She let her husband take in the sight of a stranger's thick, pooled cum filling her mouth.

She felt a thrill surge through her soaked cunt as Rakesh growled pleasurably.

Diana pushed out her cum-soaked tongue. She waggled it around for her husband, letting the hot semen spill over her tits.

Suddenly, the older stranger let out a low, animal shout. The filthy, perverted sight before him, coupled with Diana's soft fingers wrapped around his throbbing, much-teased cock, was too much to handle.

His dick pulsed and shot.

Diana's tongue—Rakesh's hot, "innocent" wife's tongue, that had just sucked and pleasured two men's needy cocks—stretched out dripping hot semen from two men.

Two men who were in ecstasy as they spunked over Rakesh's wife. And so was she…

"You bad, fuckin'… bitch… " he gasped, spraying another thick, white rope of jizz at the lusty, kneeling wife. His shooting cock was coating her tongue and face. "Hot fuckin' Indian bitch…"

Rakesh growled gutturally once more. He hoped his wife was okay with being name-called like this. Servicing the men was one thing, but he didn't want her to feel degraded.

Diana milked a final string of viscous semen from the athletic man's member.

Her soft fingers felt incredible on his shaft. He shook his head with pleasure.

"Damn she's a hot slut… " said the college kid, grunting and exhaling after his deep orgasm. He ran his hand over Diana's hair. "Bad lil' Indian bitch, indeed…"

He slapped his cock against Rakesh's wife's face, and looked over at Rakesh. "She likes these cocks, huh?" he asked matter-of-factly, "Your slutty bitch…"

Rakesh felt a knot twisting in his belly. Now he was furious at the men for calling Diana these things, and mocking him to boot…

His wife kept her jizz-laden tongue stretched out of her mouth. Diana didn't want to drop any of the mens' gooey tribute.

She waggled her tongue erotically at Rakesh… Her beautiful eyes were locked on her husband. Thick spunk dripped down to her breasts in slimy ropes. Rivulets of jizz trickled over Diana's nipples.

She was a hot, slutty, cum-covered mess.

With her tongue extended, Diana ran the tip of it sensually over one cock-head. Then she moved to the other, cleaning the men's cocks like a good, dutiful slut. And she made sure to look directly at Rakesh as she did it…

By this point, despite how much he had cum, Rakesh was ramrod-hard. Furious at the two men, and yet completely possessed…

Diana released two slimy cocks from her hands.

She looked at her husband. She licked her lips, and let him soak in the sight of her semen-splashed face. Her right nipple dripped a single, thick strand of a stranger's jism. Diana didn't care; she wanted Rakesh to see her as she really was: a carnal, cum-hungry slut.

He groaned, half in pleasure, and half agony.

Diana erotically drew her tongue back into her mouth. She looked at each man. She pursed her lips closed.

She savored the full, gooey feel against her tonsils… like some kind of cum connoisseur… She tasted the thick loads of two strange men… salty, musty, sweet… different… And she loved it.

Diana opened her eyes. Rakesh's awestruck face swam back into focus. She stared at the man she loved, and swallowed noisily.

Rakesh would have groaned again, but no human sound remained in him. Diana gulped the strangers' loads into her belly.

"Fuckyeah," the college kid said, appreciatively. "Swallow that nut, baby…"

"That's right, hot bitch," the other man said gruffly. "Show your husband you're a good, cum-swallowing slut."

Hearing the men speak to Diana this way, Rakesh's belly felt hollow. He opened his mouth to speak up and defend his wife's honor. But then—

"Don't," Diana said, running her tongue over her shiny lips. "Call me a slut."

Rakesh was surprised, but satisfied. They had gone too far. Sure, his wife had sucked them off, taken their facials, and cleaned their cocks for them… but there was a line.

"Not unless you also call me awhore,"Diana finished. She shot a quick smirk in Rakesh's direction.

His disbelief was audible.

"Call me a nasty cum-hungry whore… please… " Diana purred, in an innocent tone. "Call me your dirty, slutty bitch, naughty boys… because… that's exactly what I am."

The older man shook his head. He laughed. He began to pull on his slacks.

"Whatever you say, Diana," he said. "Shit, you take care of two hard cocks like that, I'll call you whatever you want."

"For real, forreal," said the college kid, working his t-shirt back on. "Thank you for swallowing our nut… ya' hot-ass, marriedwhore."

He smacked her cheek with his slimy cock again, then winked at her.

Diana grinned at both men from her kneeling position. She winked back, and blew the men a kiss. College boy even had the gall to wink at Rakesh.

They both chuckled and moved off, heads shaking in disbelief, back towards their seats in the audience.

Rakesh simply stared at his used wife.

Diana looked back at him. Still on her knees, she scooted gently closer to her husband.

She crooked a finger in his direction.

In a soft voice, Diana said, "Come here, hubby."

Rakesh swallowed.

He eased out of his chair, naked and quivering. He kneeled down to join her, moving closer to Diana.

His wife had a wry grin on her face. She was up to something.

"Did you like that?" she asked, almost whispering.

Truth be told, Rakesh didn't knowhowhe felt any more… about anything.

But his body seemed to be answering for him already. He was nodding.

"I'm glad," Diana said, warmth spreading over her pretty, cum-glazed face. She moved even closer.

Her full, jizz-moistened boobs pressed gently against her husband's naked chest. Rakesh's erect cock stuck straight out. The head rubbed against his wife's shaved landing strip.

He smelled her rich scent.

Diana smelled like sex… like cocks… like other men… Rakesh felt a flurry of conflicting emotions work through him.

"I… " Rakesh said, his breathing ragged. "I… I can't believe you just sucked their dicks, right in front of me…"

Diana bit her cum-stained lip, with a faux-bashful innocence.

"I had to," she said, a naughty twinkle in her eye. "Didn't you hear them, baby?"

Diana put her arms tenderly around her naked husband. She pushed closer, pressing against him. His manhood was now smashed between their bodies, throbbing.

"I'm a marriedwhore…"

Rakesh groaned. They were so close, he could smell the hot aroma of cum on her breath. She sure wasn't lying…

"Married to me… " Rakesh said, voice shaking.

"Married to you… " she echoed.

Diana wiggled her torso, teasing Rakesh's pulsing head.

"I'm your hot whore wife," she whispered. "All yours…"

Rakesh groaned, long and low.

Distract him… the thought flashed again through Diana's mind… Deflect from that Lifeline Challenge… She shook off the annoying thoughts and looked warmly into Rakesh's eyes.

"But you know what I love," she asked sweetly, spreading a cum-glazed smile. "Even more than sucking other men's dicks for you?"

Rakesh stared at his beautiful wife. He wrapped his own arms around her, enclosing her warm, curvaceous figure. He palmed her ass.

"I love you," Diana said.

She smiled at him. He smiled back slowly.

"I lov—" he began to reply.

And without any warning, after sucking two cocks and swallowing the loads of two strange men, Diana kissed her husband deeply on the mouth.

—

A pen taps a desk.

The pen is a Mont Blanc Zodiac. The desk is rich, bamboo wood.

A hand clutches the pen, between index finger and thumb. A woman's right hand.

It stops tapping the pen.

The hand moves over to a keyboard to join the left hand. The hands hover.

They begin to type.

"Seconds later," they type.

—

Seconds later, Chloe was leading the couple to the backstage showers.

Rakesh's cock throbbed painfully in front of him, one arm wrapped around Diana as she shed the last of her dampened lingerie.

They reached a wide, private shower, all black marble and gold. A cool stone ledge ran along one wall. Fancy glass bottles sat on it, filled with scented soap and shampoo.

The perky show assistant turned to the couple with a grin.

"Have fun, guys," Chloe said buoyantly. "I'm sure you have a lot to talk about… Because girl, you are hot as fuck."

Diana grinned back. "Thank you." She looked at Rakesh.

Diana smiled. And just for Chloe, she kissed her husband on the lips again.

Rakesh gasped into Diana's mouth as she French-kissed him.

After swallowing two loads, his nasty wife was mashing her mouth into his… wrapping her tongue around his own… Why, Rakesh wondered, was his cock pulsing so hard that it felt like it would burst?

Chloe fanned herself.

"Damn," she blushed. "I wish I had a naughty, willing husband like you, Rakesh. I'd be just as slutty as Di… If that were even possible!"

Diana giggled. Rakesh, dazed, nodded dumbly. Then Diana moved forward impulsively—and kissed Chloe the mouth.

Rakesh groaned at the sight of his naked wife making out with the hot assistant. His hand moved automatically to his cock and began to stroke.

Gently, Diana pulled her lips from Chloe's.

"Fuck," Chloe exhaled. She was just as dazed at Rakesh. Her cheeks were flushed. Chloe grinned at Diana, then composed herself, patting down her mini-skirt and adopting a professional face.

"Fifteen minutes before the next round starts," she announced matter-of-factly, then walked off.

They both saw her knees buckle as she exited. Her pussy was soaked.

Diana had that effect on people.

Rakesh turned the shower knob. He kept his eyes on his wife. His fingers stretched under the stream, waiting for the water to heat. As the jets turned warm, Rakesh stepped into the shower and held a hand out for Diana.

"How gallant," she said, grinning devilishly as she took Rakesh's hand. She stepped into the billowing steam with her naked husband. "Such a gentleman for your cum-covered slut…"

Rakesh exhaled, pulling his naked wife close under the gushing water. He kissed Diana on the mouth again. Hot streams cascaded over them, cleansing their nude skin.

"I'm glad you liked it," Diana gasped as they pulled apart. "Because sucking those big cocks made me so… fucking… wet."

Rakesh grasped Diana's wet ass. He dug his fingernails in, eliciting a delighted squeal. With another primal growl, Rakesh lifted Diana up onto the marble ledge. He spread her legs. Diana gasped at her husband's animal lust.

"Yes… " she hissed between gritted teeth. She wanted her horned-up husband to fuck her…

But Rakesh had learned a thing or two about teasing, from Diana herself. He dropped down to his knees.

The running water splashed over his head. It soaked Diana's tits, and slathered her legs. Rakesh ducked forward. In one swift motion, he began to lap hungrily at his wife's pussy.

"Fuck… " Diana moaned out.

She hadn't realized how much she had been teased with no release. Big, hard cocks swinging in her face all day… spraying her with cum… And she'd had one orgasm the whole time, brought on by her own fingers… That hardly seemed fair.

She relished Rakesh's flickering tongue. Her fingers curled into his short hair and grasped it by the roots.

"Mmm, oh, Ra… Baby," she moaned, shutting her eyes. "That's it… lick your cum-slut's pussy…"

Rakesh wrapped a hand around his hardened rod. He readied himself to squat up and thrust into his wife. Diana shuddered as Rakesh dragged the tip of his tongue along her aching clit. She squeezed her toned thighs around her husband's face. Damn, Diana thought as she threw her head back with pleasure, my man really knows how to please me…

Rakesh jackhammered his hand over his dick. Diana had teased him nice and good with her slutty little show… now it was his turn to make her moan. His turn to take his woman. He was going to lick her into a frenzy… take her right to the edge before driving his hard flesh into her… And then he would explode in her.

Just like those men had exploded all over his wife…

Diana clutched Rakesh's hair tight as she thrashed and moaned under his expert tongue. Hot water poured over their naked bodies.

"Fuck, Ra—" Diana started. Her eyes snapped open, then shut again. "FUCK!"

Her juicy quim shivered, soaking Rakesh's face. Diana felt her orgasm coming.

Rakesh pulled his lips from her sex, shiny with her juices. He stroked himself fast. He was ready to fuck his hot wife.

"You ready for my coc—" he began.

He was cut off. Diana yanked her husband's head right back between her legs. The rest of Rakesh's question was muffled in her soaking folds.

The young wife held her husband in place, dominantly fucking her hips into his face. Right then, she just needed to cum. Right then, she wanted to use him.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she hissed, thrusting her labia over Rakesh's tongue and lips.

"Lick that slutty fucking pussy… lick my cheating little cunt… LICK ME, you fucker!"

A millisecond later Diana's eyes snapped open in panic. She bit her lip. She realized what she had said.

'Cheating little cunt… '

But Rakesh clearly didn't even hear as he ate her out. His dick pulsed in his hand. He relinquished his grip, fearing he would ejaculate over his own fingers. He wanted badly to fuck Diana and spurt inside her.

Seeing that he hadn't heard made her relax.

'Cheating'… The word had just slipped out.

All that, after she'd managed to keep the Lifeline Challenge out of his mind this whole time. She breathed out, her mysterious secret safe… And at any rate, Rakesh began to lick her faster.

Diana thrashed under him. She pulled her husband's hair so hard it was starting to hurt.

"Yes… " she squealed. "Eat me, Ra… Show me… show me you liked watching…"

Rakesh licked faster.

"Liked watching me suck strangers' cocks…"

Rakesh moaned into her cunt, licking faster and faster. His enjoyment of her whorish behavior sent Diana into the throes of ecstasy.

She screamed. Her pussy began to squirt.

Hot water cascaded over husband and wife. Diana wailed out, pushing to the crest of a long-pent-up orgasm. Her juices gushed over Rakesh's pistoning tongue, flooded over his chin. The sheer force of her climax took him by surprise. He firmly gripped Diana's bucking hips and ass, licking frantically as she came on his face.

"Such… fuck… a… slut… I… " she gasped unintelligibly, riding her orgasm down.

Finally, Diana's thrashing climax seemed to ebb. Her wet legs went slack in Rakesh's grasp. She fell back against the wall, eyes shut, out of breath.

The shower poured over them. Rakesh placed a gentle kiss on her aching clit. Diana purred. He drew his head from between her legs.

Slowly, he kissed his way up her flat belly. He dragged his lips up between her soaking breasts. Her curvy torso heaved up and down with each heavy breath.

He licked up Diana's neck. His face was an inch from her's, their lips nearly touching. Diana opened her eyes.

Rakesh lined the knob of his hard, wet rod up with her pussy lips.

She studied her husband with a heady mix of lust and love. She kissed him hard.

As they kissed, Rakesh rubbed his aching cock-head against the soaking folds of her pussy.

Diana's lips dripped, with her cum and his own saliva. It felt divine as Rakesh pushed gently forward, letting the head of his meat breach her wet hole…

Diana pulled her mouth off of his. With one hand, she held his slick chest away, letting only the tip of his cock penetrate her labia. Rakesh's balls ached. He wanted so badly to explode inside his wife.

With agonizing slowness, Diana shook her head back and forth.

Rakesh groaned, confused. She grinned wickedly.

"Does my hubby need to cum?" she asked in a tone drenched with naughtiness, biting her lip.

Rakesh grunted through gritted teeth. "Yes, babe… " He humped his hips uncomfortably forward, but Diana held him at bay.

"Mmm… are those balls all full for me? All full for your slutty Diana?" Diana asked. Her hand snaked down over his dripping wet torso to cup his swollen sac. "Hmm? All full of spunk that needs to explode?"

Rakesh nodded. The tight, moist ring of his wife's pussy-hole was a vice around his dick-head. He fought every urge he had to push his dick into her.

"Good," Diana grinned. She slowly cupped and stroked her husband's aching balls in her wet fingers.

Gently, she pulled her hips back. His cock-head released with a slick 'pop'.

Rakesh's swollen dick bounced wetly in the air. He groaned, more pained than he intended.

"I've had so much cum today, Ra… " Diana said with a naughty smile. "From all those naughty boys' hard cocks…"

She toyed with her husband's balls, rolling them around in her fingers.

"I've bathed in men's cum… Swallowed it… Taken it on my tits… My face… Right in front of you…"

Rakesh gasped. His swollen cock bobbed freely between their bodies. The shower water was beginning to cool, but the sharp effect only intensified his erection.

Diana knew she was torturing her husband… And, by the same card, she knew how much he would love it when she finally let him fuck her. How hard he would explode… Drowning her pussy…

"Since I've been suchh a cum-slut… " she said, kissing Rakesh between words. "Such a bad, bad girl…"

He groaned hard as Diana grabbed his testicles firmly.

"I need these balls completely filled," she said. Still gripping him in her fist, she hopped off the marble ledge. "I need you to compete with those boys… and give me a reall big load, okay, babe?"

She gave a little giggle and let go. She watched as Rakesh's dick rocked angrily in the air, ready and engorged.

"You gotta reclaim your cum-slut, Ra. I mean, you are my husband after all… " Diana stepped out of the shower. "My husband has to give me a bigger load than the other cocks I suck. Right?"

And with a coy eyebrow raise, Diana skipped away to grab a towel.

Rakesh swore in frustration.

Man, did he love his little slut…

But was she ever going to let him cum?

—

The index finger taps the edge of the keyboard.

The screen glows on the long, artistic fingers of female hands.

The index finger stops tapping.

The hands type.

'Ext. Hollywood Hills Mansion. Night.'

—

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION. NIGHT.

Nude bodies fill the plush lawns and lawn furniture, in various states of congress.

The infinity pool glows cool and aquatic. Cobwebs of watery light wind around groups in various stages of passionate intercourse. A kaleidoscope of pleasure.

A distant GONG strikes from inside the beautiful house…

—

Under the archway of the grand staircase in Gael Sankur's living room, a original Louis XV grandfather clock struck the hour. It was threeam in Los Angeles.

Nobody noticed the thundering sound… because Hollywood's hottest, filthiest, and—of course—most clandestine sex party was only hitting its peak.

Out on the massive deck, Gael eased back in his large, steaming hot tub, carved into the natural rock past his expansive lawns. He struck up a fresh joint. Hot jets hit his naked, muscular body and he exhaled a sigh of contentment.

The city lights glittered as though on black velvet. It was a clear, balmy Southern California night, with visibility all the way to the inky dark of the Pacific.

But who the fuck was looking at that?

In the hot tub with Gael, two beautiful, nude actresses were locked in a passionate kiss. Their wet, movie star bodies snaked and curled nakedly around each other. Gael watched with a smirk. He enjoyed the gentle, wet friction of their legs over his own.

As their lips smashed together, one of the stunners looked over at him. She crooked her finger at him: come here.

Gael joined the pair, his massive member hardening in the warm water. The incredibly famous actress with the striking Slavic features curled her fingers around his length.

The threesome kissed. Their tongues danced hotly together as Gael cupped and squeezed their toned asses.

All around them, similar scenes of passion played out outside Gael's mansion. Members of Hollywood's A-list, world-class athletes, gorgeous pop stars, even a handful of extremely powerful men and women from the highest corridors of power… all let their inhibitions smash away as they fucked and sucked with an animal abandon.

The Eastern European actress gently guided Gael's cock over her friend's slit. As his rod massaged her sopping cunt under the water, Gael let out a contented moan.

He had really made it… and then some. He was approaching the absolute pinnacle of his field, and he intended to hold that spot for all the decades Father Time would give him. He had more money, fame, admiration, and access than he had ever dreamed of having. And sex to him was as abundant as the L.A. sunshine—hell, as flowing as the air itself—an endless stream of the most beautiful, most sexual, most alluring women in the world, delivered directly onto his huge cock. An erotic cornucopia that had, incidentally, turned him into one hell of an amazing lover…

So why—why in the fuck—was he suddenly thinking about his ex Diana?

Why, in the throes of his most bacchanalian sex-party since the first one three years hence, did he give a shit what was happening at The Hotwife Games?

Gael gently entered the other actress's pussy, drawing a pleasurable groan.

She was easily the most famous star in Bollywood. She stared at him with dark, kajol-rimmed eyes.

"Fuck me… " she said in her sultry Indian accent. "I need your big cock…"

The other actress ran one hand over Gael's firm ass, giving it a smack. She leant down and started to kiss and lick Gael's nipple.

Gael groaned, beginning to slowly pump into the sexy Bollywood star. She clutched his wet back, moaning his name as he felt his gigantic cock massage her G-spot.

He grasped her fleshy ass under the water. He pulled her upwards, and set her on the lip of the hot tub.

He had to look at her soaking pussy. Had to the study the trimmed triangle of dark pussy hair as he fucked her…

It reminded him of Diana's.

Gael groaned, his eyes closing as the European star traced her tongue down his delicious abs… snaking her way around his waist and behind him.

She kneeled in the hot, pulsing water. She grinned at the sight of Gael's gigantic balls, half-submerged in the steaming tub, rocking back and forth as he plunged himself into the Bollywood star's pussy.

She leaned forward and licked his heavy balls.

Gael grunted, fucking the slutty Indian superstar harder. She moaned his name.

"Gael… oh, fuck, baby… YES!" she yelled out. Even copulating couples around them turned and looked over.

"You like my big… thick… cock?" Gael intoned through gritted teeth. He expertly worked his rod over her G-spot, over and over and over… She shuddered and writhed around him.

Meanwhile, the other actress was slobbering on Gael's balls below them, occasionally dipping forward to swipe her tongue over the Indian woman's spread labia.

"I love it… " the Bollywood actress cried. "I love your fucking cock, Gael…"

Gael began to fuck her harder. He sensed her rising orgasm, and he sensed the tension building in his own balls. He couldn't wait to blow inside this hot Indian star…

"Your big hard cockk," she said with those famously plump, full lips, in that famous accent. "So much… so much bigger than my white husband…"

Suddenly Gael roared. Of course he'd forgotten she was famously married to a white pop star, whom she'd left at home to jerk off his cock while she got fucked six ways from Sunday at his party. And the realization triggered another association.

He imagined he was fucking Diana… while her cuck husband sprayed his seed in his hands…

He felt the slobbering sensation of one gorgeous woman's tongue wrapping over his balls. He pumped this married Indian slut in her tight quim…

And yes, he couldn't rid himself of the thought of fucking Diana's hot pussy in front of her husband…

He shut his eyes and roared. He was about to cum…

When…

"Gael… " he heard.

Gael's eyes flickered open, but he kept pumping… Whoever it was, he didn't need to be disturbed now.

He stared into the hot young star's eyes. He kissed her full lips. His balls thrusted against her cunt, tickled by the other actress's tongue. He felt a climax churning in the base of his cock as two women pleasured him…

"Gael!"

He ignored the voice. He tongue-kissed the hot Bollywood star. He focused on the delicious sensation of the supermodel's tongue on his ballsac, on his big shaft pumping into the tight ring of the married star's pussy…

"Gael!"

"Fuck!" Gael said, distractedly looking over his shoulder. "What?"

His friend Benny was on the lawns nearby, behind an astonishingly sexy, curvaceous black woman who had just taken home an Album of the Year Grammy. She moaned out on all fours, imploring Benny to keep fucking her. Benny's dick was buried inside her, but he was waving his cellphone at Gael.

"Gael," he said, "I found a phone charger. My phone's charged!"

Gael paused. He stopped fucking the Bollywood star. She looked over at Benny too.

Behind him, the ravishing European pulled her tongue from Gael's swollen balls. She, too, looked over at Benny, her mouth open in a slight daze.

"Will you please," Gael said, finally, "Shut the fuck up about your phone charger?!"

Benny dislodged his penis from the singer's sopping pussy.

"No, no, no," he said. "Sorry, babe, one sec—" he mouthed, as she looked on in dubious bafflement. "Gael, you might wanna look at this."

—

Seconds later, Gael was stomping naked into his master bathroom, his own phone glued to his ear. His gigantic rod was still semi-hard, hanging heavy and wet from the coitus interruptus.

He shut the hefty door and the party's music was instantly muffled.

Finally someone picked up.

"Got your texts," Gael said into the phone. "What do you mean, 'the gym'? What video? And what does 'reenactment' m—"

He listened for a beat. He caught his reflection in the wall-sized bathroom mirror.

Suddenly, the hunky movie star looked a little ashen.

"They're… what do you mean, over?" His voice fell away. "Diana… did what at The Hotwife Games?"

Chapter 6 - The Smoking Lens
A naughty wife reveals a secret video on a slutty game-show

Gael listened on his cellphone in shellshocked silence. He stared at the reflection in his bathroom mirror.

"Diana," he asked, "Did what at The Hotwife Games?"

—

A few hours prior…

Fresh from their shower and from Rakesh's own littleorgasmus interruptus…

The Hotwife Games resumed with its final segment of the day.

Rakesh, Diana, and the two other couples were lined up horizontally on the stage, all dressed in plush shower robes. Their hair looked fresh and their faces were all glowing… It looked like they'd all had revivifying orgasms in the showers.

All of them, that is, but Rakesh. His member throbbed painfully between his legs, tumescent from his wife's teasing.

And despite that, he felt rather good. So did Diana.

Somehow, against all the odds, the two had come back from a negative score and tied Patti and Karl for the lead. They'd almost been knocked out of the Hotwife Games, but thanks to Diana's craven sluttiness, they had stayed to fight another day.

Jessica, the show's leggy co-host, summed up the day's final scores for the eager audience.

"The lovely Patti and Diana are tied with six points," she said into her microphone. "Which leaves Daisey and her husband Kevin at zero… making them… our last place couple."

Some in the audience groaned good-naturedly. They knew this meant that the young pair was headed home. And despite Daisey's somewhat derisive attitude, she certainly had fans in the audience who wanted to see her naked again.

But as Rakesh looked over at her, he noticed something strange…

Despite being seconds away from losing their spot in their competition, Daisey had a peaceful—indeed, even beatific—grin on her face.

"And so," Jessica's husband Chris announced. "It looks like The Hotwife Games says goodbye to our bottom couple… Daisey and Kevin, any last words?"

"Yes," Daisey said. She turned. She looked Diana square in the eyes. "I invoke the Lifeline Challenge."

A muffled gasp went up in the crowd.

No one, in the history of the show—not a single contestant, male or female—had ever actuallyusedthe Lifeline Challenge before.

Of every maneuver available to the players of The Hotwife Games, it was the riskiest possible move.

Diana knew she had thrown Rakesh off the scent… but she'd forgotten about Daisey. Daisey had been out for revenge after Diana milked Kevin in the last round.

Awed, Jessica shook her head.

"Well, audience, I'm as shocked as you are," she said. "For those who don't know, the Lifeline Challenge involves both the challenger and the recipient of the challenge taking a risk thatcouldjust end their marriage."

Rakesh gazed at his wife. Diana looked straight ahead, semi-dazed.

"Prior to showtime, all the wives chose a specific task," Chris explained, "It could involve a verbal secret, or a video, or an activity…"

"Anything at all that our producers vetted, and agreed would be significantly risky collateral if it was presented on the show. And yes… that means risky enough to end a real marriage."

A few neophyte audience members exchange looks, shocked. Could it really be that serious?

"Now the husbands," Chris said. "Have no idea what their wives have chosen."

"And since our hot-wife Daisey has issued the challenge to Diana," Jessica said, stepping between the couples. "Both women must now perform the Lifeline Challenge…"

"Or… if either chooses not to," Chris finished. "Then that wife instantly forfeits the competition."

Rakesh studied Diana's profile with a growing sense of dread. What secret collateral could she have possibly given The Hotwife Games?

Diana felt like her heart was thumping so loud it would wake somebody on the other side of the globe.

"Ya' guys, just to reiterate," Jessica said, wiping a little genuine sweat from her forehead. "Doing this challenge could… end… your marriage. So, Daisey… Are you sure about this?"

Daisey looked over at her husband, Kevin, who also seemed to be paralyzed with shock. Without answering Jessica, Daisey kissed Kevin on the lips, and moved for the audience.

She knew exactly where she was heading, beelining for the two Arab men in the front row. The same two she had racistly mocked earlier.

"You two," she said shortly. "Get naked."

Rakesh's jaw dropped, along with the mouths of many audience members.

"Wow… Daisey isgoingfor it," Jessica said on her mic, and exhaled. "As you can see on our main screen here, this was Daisey's Lifeline Challenge…"

On one of the screens over the audience, text appeared of the challenge Daisey had assumed had could possibly ruin her marriage.

It read simply:'Fuck multiple men of a different race.'

Of course,thought Rakesh.The Monets had sure shown themselves to be a racist couple. And an act like that would be definitely be divorce-material.

He was shocked that Daisey was going through with it.

Kevin looked on in horror as the two Arab men readily stripped off their clothes. They certainly weren't thrilled by Daisey's personality, but there was no denying the petite young wife was attractive, and they seemed excited.

Daisey quickly shed her robe. Her pale, naked skin shone under the studio lights. She moved onto all fours on the marble floor of the studio.

The two men were now naked. They had muscular, extremely hairy, dark-skinned bodies. They worked their hands over their long, brown cocks, caressing themselves to hardness.

"You," Daisey said, using the same derisive tone she had used earlier. "Put it in my mouth. And you behind me. Now. C'mon."

One of the men scoffed at her tone.

"Who the fuck you think we are?" he asked. But he moved around in front of her. His friend got behind.

"Who?" Daisey answered, scoffing. "You'll do what I want you to do… Now pay attention to wha—MMF!"

The Arab man shoved his cock into Daisey's mouth. He groaned in satisfaction. Even if she had demanded it so rudely, there was something especially gratifying about stuffing this racist woman's mouth full of his cock.

Daisey's husband, Kevin, looked on absolutely appalled. He climbed out of his seat and began marching over to them.

"Daisey, what the hell are you doing?!" His robe flapped open as he walked. His hard cock stuck straight out ahead of him. "You can't fuck these two curry-munching—"

At that moment, the other Arab man entered his wife from behind.

"Fuck!"Kevin said. And, at that moment… without any prompting…

Kevin's little white cock shot cum out onto the floor.

Some people in the audience laughed. The two Arabs concentrated on spit-roasting Daisey for all they were worth.

Daisey herself moaned around the thick brown cock in her mouth. Her pussy was practically gushing around the other man's large member. She couldn't believe it… her first time taking some brown cocks and she'd never been this wet in her life…

The man she was sucking off grasped her hair like a ponytail. She looked up at him.

"Deep-throat me, you little racist bitch," the bearded Arab growled.

Daisey moaned around his cock. She pulled her mouth off his dickhead with aplop.

Kevin groaned, and grasped his penis, watching his wife a few feet ahead of him. Already his pathetic seed was sprayed on the floor, and still he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His white wife who would barely talk to someone of a darker skin was being used by two hairy Arabs in her mouth and pussy.

She put her lips around the large man's girthy dick.

"Awwfuck, baby… " Kevin intoned. He shot another string of cum on the floor.

Daisey looked over at her pathetic husband as she began to deep-throat the large, hairy cock. The man behind her pummeled faster and deeper in her sopping cunt. Daisey shut her eyes. Her petite form shuddered.

She began to cum.

The Arab in front of her pulled his dick from her lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck," Daisey moaned out angrily. "How dare you call me racist, you motherfucker? Look at me, I'm a woke ally—I love supporting people of color so youbetterplease me like you're suppo—"

She was cut off once again, as the large hairy cock exploded all over her face.

"Fuck," moaned the large Arab man, holding her head still and spraying on her face. "Take my cum…"

"And mine… " the man said behind her. "Fuckshe's a tight white slut! Say it… make me cum… say it…"

Daisey looked back, her face sprayed with cum. "Say… what?"

"That you're our white slut… " he growled. "For us to use… come on, and I'll shoot inside you…"

His hips bucked, and he slapped Daisey's ass as he fucked her. She shut her cum-covered eyes. Yes, she was going to give in to the moment…

"I… " she said, looking back at the man. "I'm your white slut… a dirty useless whore… use me…"

With pistoning thrusts of his hips, the Arab's balls tightened against Daisey's soaked pussy.

"It's all I'm good for… " Daisey said. "I'm a cum dumpster for big brown dicks…"

The Arab man roared out. He filled Daisey's pussy with his cum.

"Fuck!" Daisey cried out. She reached another crashing orgasm. "Yes yesYES! FUCK ME!"

Kevin felt his knees buckle. He fell to the floor, cross-legged. His bare ass hit his own cum.

Daisey moaned out her third orgasm as her pussy was filled. She screamed with pleasure. She looked over at her husband, on the floor, who looked like he might just burst into tears.

"I love big, dark cocks now… " Daisey moaned. "I do…"

With a groan, the man behind Daisey withdrew his pulsing, brown meat from her gash. He pulled a thin string of cum with it, which dangled in the air obscenely before breaking.

He slapped Daisey's ass. He wiped off his sopping cockhead in her asshole.

"Here, she's all yours," he said to Kevin.

The other Arab wiped his rod off on Daisey's cum-covered face, and the two retreated back to their seats, laughing.

The audience sat in bombshell silence.

For the first time on The Hotwife Games, a woman had risked her entire marriage to secure her place in the competition. And from the look on Kevin's face, it wasn't clear if it would ever be repaired.

"Whoa," said Chris, echoing the audience's sentiments. "Well, er, Kevin… Daisey's done her end of the Challenge. Do the two of you want to keep playing in the Games?"

Daisey slowly got off all fours, and turned to sit facing her husband.

He stared at her. Her face was plastered in semen. That rude Arab man's cum leaked out of her pussy. Her hair was in a just-fucked mess and her pretty eyes regarded him with frank challenge.

As the audience watched, spellbound, Kevin slowly got off his haunches. He moved towards his wife. Despite spraying his load in multiple spurts all over the floor, his small cock was rock-hard.

He lowered himself over Daisey's naked body and pushed his rod into her sopping cunt.

"Fuck,"he cried, feeling the Arab's juicy semen envelop his dick. "You little slut…"

Daisey whispered in her husband's ear. "I'm a whore for brown cock now…"

Kevin exploded again. He shot his sperm deep inside his wife.

He was panting for breath and covered in sweat. He looked up at the Games' hosts.

"We're… still in the game," he said.

The audience burst into applause.

The whole thing was so twisted, so perverse and fucked-up…

And as Rakesh looked over, dumbfounded, at his wife… He knew that they were up next.

—

INT. GAEL'S HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION—NIGHT

The camera drifts through a wide enfilade…

Framed Hussain originals decorate the walls. A gigantic, brass, custom chandelier casts a dull glow on the hallway. Sculpted Murakami pieces add a dash of the modern to the old-world vibe.

As our VIEW tilts and pans, we glimpse rooms through half-ajar doorways…

A HOME RECORDING STUDIO—

A young man and woman are locked in a passionate kiss. He guides her butt up onto the recording console. She works off his red cardigan.

A SMOKING LOUNGE—

Through blue clouds of marijuana smoke, we glimpse the hazy outline of a small group on a sectional couch. Their clothes are shedding fast as they intertwine.

AN INDOOR BASKETBALL COURT—

Under red lights on a regulation-sized court inside the mansion, a beautiful nude woman is surrounded by five men, servicing them with her mouth.

And, finally, our Steadicam shot swirls us into…

INT. GAEL'S HOME THEATER—NIGHT

—

Sitting in one of the armchair seats in the front row, Gael's mouth was parted in anticipation. His wide shoulders were still sore from his pre-flight workout in Italy. Fortunately, a leggy Wilhemina model was rubbing his shoulders for him, standing over in the row behind.

Both were engrossed in the action on the giant movie theater screen: a replay of that day's Hotwife Games.

Daisey had just received her husband's load, after the two Arab men had thoroughly used her. And, Gael knew, Diana was up next.

"So," the tall model asked as she massaged Gael's shoulders, "If she says she won't do it, they're eliminated from the game?"

"That's right."

Normally, the model's smoky voice, in that crisp South London accent would have taken all his attention. But his eyes stayed locked on the screen. She seemed to sense this.

"Is this turning you on?" she asked.

Gael looked up at her. Then he snapped back to the screen. She had her answer.

"Then why don't you stand up and watch," she offered. "While I give you a rimjob?"

Gael considered this.

He stood up.

The beautiful model smiled, came around, and knelt down behind him.

The Hotwife Games continued to play…

—

"I… I don't… know if we should do it."

The audience waited with bated breath, to see if Diana would accept Daisey's Lifeline Challenge. The hosts, Jessica and Chris, held their mics in anticipation. Daisey, laying side-by-side with her husband, her pussy fresh with two mens' cum, looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk—this "upstart darkie" is definitely gonna fold…

Surely, now, Daisey would have her revenge for how Diana had taken Kevin's seed…

Rakesh's brow was furrowed with confusion. Diana repeated herself, softly.

"Ra… I don't want to do it."

"Baby… " he said, flustered. "We'll be out of the Games…"

Moisture welled rapidly in Diana's eyes. "Weshouldpull out of the Games," she answered. "We have to."

Conviction hardened in Rakesh's face. "I have to know."

"We can't! All right?" Diana wiped a tear as she spoke. "I'll feel differently about you," she said. "Always. Do you get that? And so will you… I want you to trust me, and pull out of the Games. Then we never have to talk about it again—"

"I have to know."

Rakesh was surprised by the steel in his voice. Diana heard it too. She studied her husband.

"Fine," she said softly. "If you want to do it… Then maybe we'll be going all the way…"

Rakesh's eyebrows crossed quizzically. He didn't know what his wife meant.

Diana turned to the hosts.

"We accept the Challenge," she said.

—

A few seconds later, the many screens around the studio flickered to life.

Rakesh and Diana watched, side by side, along with the audience.

Diana hid her face.

Rakesh felt his pulse all the way down to his feet.

This was Diana's Lifeline Challenge: to show him a video he'd never seen before.

He didn't understand. He didn't know what he was about to see.

The film played.

—

High-res cellphone footage.

A narrow vertical shot.

The floor of a well-lit gym locker room.

—

Instantly, Rakesh recognized the video's location:

The ladies' locker room at KX Fitness, a posh gym in Knightsbridge, London.

He recognized it because it was the place Diana had taken the sexy selfie she'd sent him. The one she'd sent him that day, three months ago… This was the gym his wife attended almost daily.

—

The camera view moves up from the floor. It finds a mirror.

Diana is in frame, filming her own reflection.

She wears a tight, purple sports-bra and black lycra shorts. Her cleavage is pushed together and her black thong straps are pulled up to her hips. Her hair is in a high ponytail.

—

Rakesh drew a breath.

It was the same outfit Diana had worn in that selfie. She must have taken the picture seconds before recording this video.

—

Diana speaks to the camera in a naughty voice:

DIANA: "Ra, baby… that text I sent you, asking if I'd get some attention at the gym? Well, I did…"

She winks at the camera.

DIANA: "My trainer seems especially interested… Mmm. Will you be mad if I tease him, baby?"

Diana wags her hips sensually, from side to side.

DIANA: "I won't take it any farther than teasing, obviously… But I think… you're gonna like this video when I show it to you. I'm gonna show it to you with your cock in my mouth…"

She beams lovingly.

DIANA: "I'm gonna go back out now…"

She blows a kiss.

DIANA: "Love you."

—

As he watched with an open jaw, Rakesh felt a familiar stirring between his legs. He was confused, shocked, aroused…

On-screen, she was saying she'd show him this video, but he'd never seen this footage before. Why?

Diana watched the film unfold with stoic dread. She knew where this was going…

—

The view cuts out. A second's delay. Another shot arises.

From a corner of the gym, we see Diana surreptitiously turning her phone on, sparking our view.

She wipes her forehead with a gym towel, and moves to the wall across from us, where her TRAINER, WILL (late-20's, black, muscled), is waiting.

WILL: "OK, Di, ten squats—and let's go for depth."

Diana nods. She lifts two small dumbbells and positions them carefully over her shoulders. She squats down, and up.

WILL: "Deeper still. Focus on your hips."

DIANA: "I think I need a little help with the form, Will. Show me?"

Will comes up behind Diana and places his hands on her waist.

WILL: "Here we go."

She squats down low again, Will squatting with her. Her butt brushes up against his crotch.

She breathes out gently with each rep, pushing her hips closer and closer to him.

By the tenth repetition, Diana is grinding hard into her trainer's crotch.

She re-racks the dumbbells. Will quickly turns and moves off.

He has a visible erection in his shorts.

—

Rakesh was shocked. The audience sat, hushed and aroused.

—

Diana looks around. In the mirror we see that this small corner of the gym, hidden by a rack of barbells, has cleared out.

DIANA: "Will?"

Will is taking a drink of water, hiding his hardness.

DIANA: "Can you show me a couple squats, so I can really get the form?"

WILL: "Uh. All right."

Will moves closer to her, faces the mirror and does a low squat. He holds the position.

WILL: "So you see how my knees point out at the bottom? That'll help you stabilize your core, and keep your spine flexed."

Diana reaches over and runs her hand over Will's thighs.

DIANA: "Oh… And your quads are flexed too…"

WILL: "Yeah…"

Will squats back up to the top of the motion. His erection is completely visible, poking up in his gym shorts. He is briefly flustered, then seems to realize he can't hide it any more.

WILL: "Now… uh… look at how my glutes contract at the top. You can take a close look."

Diana gets behind her trainer. She kneels down, her face at the height of his ass.

As he squats down, his muscular ass pushes out towards Diana.

She reaches over and puts her palms on his ass.

—

Rakesh watched in shock as Diana palmed her trainer's firm, muscular ass cheeks. She kept them there as he performed rep after rep…

—

Diana looks back at the camera, at us. She gives a surreptitious, naughty wink.

WILL: "So… you can feel the glutes working on the eccentric motion…"

Slowly, Diana lets one hand drop to her side. With the other, she moves to the center of her trainer's cheeks as he squats again.

At the lowest part of the squat, she runs her middle finger down the tight lycra and gently over his asshole.

The trainer jumps up, taken aback.

DIANA (innocently) : "Oh, sorry… I was trying to feel the muscles… of your ass."

The trainer stammers at the beautiful woman in front of him.

WILL: "Oh, uh, right. Fine."

His massive boner is now tenting his tight spandex shorts.

—

Rakesh looked at the onscreen image, slightly agog. In Diana's crisp cell-phone footage, he could see the outline of every crevasse and shape of her trainer's hard rod.

—

Diana's finger appears in frame, close to the camera. The screen cuts to black.

—

Near him, Rakesh could feel the tension in Diana's body. He could also feel his hardening meat, below his robe…

Diana covered her face. She knew what was coming next…

—

The screen washes with light.

The scenic background shows the moso wood floor of a small room. Rolled yoga mats are stacked in the frame-right background. A balance bar stretches across a mirrored wall in the deep background. We appear to be in some kind of private workout studio in the KX Fitness location.

—

But it was what was right there in the foreground that caused Rakesh's jaw to drop open.

—

We're looking down. In center-frame is a long, dark-skinned cock at semi-hardness. A soft female hand is wrapped around it. There's a wedding ring on one of her fingers.

—

Rakesh recognized the ring.

His pulse accelerated. Diana kept her face in her hands.

—

Slowly, Diana's beautiful face enters the top of the frame. She is flushed and utterly aroused. But there's a tiny hesitation in her eyes—

—

Diana peeked at the screen through her fingers. She recognized that moment, that nanosecond of doubt. But it wasn't a doubt about the gorgeous cock in front of her—it was about whether she was really about to cheat on her husband, on camera…

—

Slowly Diana licks around her trainer's big, black dick. He groans, off-screen. His hand reaches into frame and runs through her hair.

Vulnerability wavers in her voice, as—

DIANA: "Is it… Is it cheating to suck another man's cock? If my husband doesn't know?"

A pause.

WILL: "You're gonna show this to your husband?"

Her eyes flicker up at the camera. A decision spikes in them.

DIANA (firmly) : "Fuck, no…"

She bites her lower lip, overcome by the large rod pulsing in her hand.

DIANA (almost dreamily) : "This video is for me… Once a year, I'll look at it… and remember sucking on this big, hard, black cock behind my husband's back…"

—

The man groaned from behind the camera. The trainer seemed triggered by the thought of this young Indian slut fingering herself to him as she watched this video. Rakesh felt his belly bottom out.

This man was going to be her dirty secret from her husband…

—

On the screen, Diana's tone turns serious.

DIANA: "But this is the last time we do this. And no one can never know…"

She pauses and waits, looking up at the camera.

The view shudders slightly, as though the person holding the frame has moved. Diana seems to get the answer she wanted.

And with that, Rakesh's wife lobs forward and starts to suck the cock in front of her.

—

For nearly five agonizing minutes, Rakesh watched along with the audience as his wife deep-throated her trainer on screen. He heard the man's moans, watched Diana gag and bob, back and forth, coating her trainer's hard, black cock in shiny saliva.

Occasionally, she would suck her full lips over his cockhead, smacking them off with a thwock. Then Diana would moan at the camera… Beginning a role-play that was only half-pretend…

—

DIANA: "Thank you for training me, Will… My husband looves how good you make my body look."

WILL: "Oh yeah? Does he know how good you are at sucking cock?"

DIANA: "No… Train me…"

Diana purrs, licking wetly from the tip of his cock down to his balls.

DIANA: "Train me to be a good little cocksucker for my husband…"

—

Rakesh felt an intense pressure push at his cock. It poked through his robe and pushed it open. Suddenly, his erection was revealed to the audience.

Diana noticed with a gasp.

Rakesh realized and quickly reached for the fallen straps. He felt completely exposed. Here he was, watching a video of his own wife on her knees with her trainer's rock-hard cock in her mouth, in front of a large audience… And he was painfully hard.

Diana's soft hand stopped him from closing his robe.

Her eyes found Rakesh's. He sensed what his wife was silently asking.

What did that hard cock… mean?

—

On the screen, Diana pulls her lips over the trainer's lengthy dick. She massages the stud's balls. His swollen nads glisten, sweaty from their brief workout. Diana gently runs a tongue over each full, throbbing sac.

DIANA: "I think you're forgetting something, coach…"

She pauses to swipe her tongue under his loaded balls. She inhales, enjoying the scent of his fresh sweat.

He grunts and breathes, each ballsac throbbing with cum as she licks.

WILL: "What's… ugh… what's that… Diana?"

She gently nudges his large cockhead with the tip of her nose.

DIANA: "Coach… I need my protein shake…"

—

Diana watched herself her dirty-talk another man into exploding for her. She turned to watch Rakesh.

Rakesh gulped, completely unsure how to feel. Diana stood from her seat. Then she knelt down in front of Rakesh. She gently parted his naked legs.

The audience began to murmur, their own attention shifting from the screen to what was happening on stage.

"Give it to me," Diana whispered. She lowered her face down below her husband's hard rod. "When he does…"

On the screen, Diana's trainer groaned lengthily. His hot client was torturing him with all her slutty talk… her teasing laving of his balls…

—

DIANA (a mock whine) : "Give me my protein shake… Come on… I earned it… Cum in my fucking mouth… on my face…"

—

Rakesh couldn't help it. He gently stroked his cock as Diana licked and laved his balls, just as her on-screen self was doing with her trainer.

—

DIANA: "Give my creamy shake…"

Her hand begins to stroke his big rod as her tongue swirls over his dancing balls.

—

Diana watched the screen from the corner of her eye, and now mimicked her adulterous on-screen action on her husband. Her hand wrapped around his cock. She jerked Rakesh off, her tongue tickling his balls.

Rakesh, meanwhile, had his eyes glued to the video, where Diana's wedding ring shone as she jerked off her big-dicked trainer.

—

The trainer's voice rumbles from off-screen. The camera shakes.

WILL: "Oh, fuck—I'm gonna cum for you… Hot little slut…"

—

Diana stroked her husband faster as they watched her on screen, stroking her trainer faster…

The audience was enraptured. Some of their eyes pinged back and forth like they were watching tennis—ogling the beauty stroking a man on screen, and the same sexy wife jerking off her cuckolded husband.

—

WILL (gasps) : "Shit!"

Hot white cum spurts out, splattering over Diana's pretty face in a long, thick line. It falls between her parted lips.

DIANA: "Yes…"

She moans, her mouth wide open. She pushes her tongue out, desperate to catch her trainer's spunk.

He shoots again. A thick load of cum splashes into Diana's mouth, and over her face.

DIANA: "Mmm… " (she moans, long and loud) "My tasty, hot, protein shake…"

—

The audience watched at peak arousal. Rakesh couldn't believe he was watching a video of his wife, getting her face glazed by her trainer's dick.

Diana looked up from her knees.

"Please," she whispered to her husband. "Spray on my face like he did… Feed me more cum…"

That pushed Rakesh over the edge…

—

The trainer shoots another thick load of semen, spurting over her right cheek.

Diana giggles as the rivulets of hot spunk travel down her face.

DIANA: "Yum… Yummy cum, for my cheating mouth…"

—

Diana deep-throated her husband, in the middle of the set of the Hotwife Games.

It felt like Rakesh's groin was exploding with pleasure.

His balls tightened up to his shaft and shot out semen with a gravitational force, into his wife's warm, waiting mouth.

He spunked so hard, the first volley filled Diana's mouth almost to bursting. He threw his head back and screamed out loud. Diana opened her lips.

The next blast covered Diana's face and some of her hair. The next coated her pretty, open mouth.

Rakesh was mesmerized by the image of his wife's face on the screen, being slathered by her trainer's sticky icing. Meanwhile, his own cock covered the woman of his dreams in real life.

—

The trainer's cock throbs post-orgasmically, and Diana gives it a tender lick, cleaning the groove of his cockhole.

—

Rakesh practically roared as he shot his final volley of cream on Diana's face.

She moaned as her perverted husband coated her with spunk.

The audience sat silently. If a feather had dropped, it would have resonated like a drum.

Rakesh looked at Diana's gorgeous, cum-slathered face. He looked up at her glazed face onscreen.

The trainer had certainly sprayed a sizable load on his wife. He'd covered her smiling cheeks, nose and chin with semen. He'd filled her mouth.

But Rakesh had absolutely drowned her…

His thick seed dripped over his wife's nose and mouth, down her forehead, even glazed her hair. She was completely bathed in his cum.

In some ridiculously perverse way, Rakesh felt like he had reclaimed her. Diana sensed this.

"You gave me so much cum, Ra," she said in a soft, loving voice. "More than he did, my love…"

Rakesh groaned low in his throat.

Perhaps… perhaps what had happened was okay after all… Perhaps, if he was able to reclaim his wife with his seed… then this wasn't the betrayal he was making it out to be.

But then…

—

On the screen, Diana gently finishes cleaning off her trainer's thick dark rod with her tongue.

All of a sudden, she looks right into camera.

DIANA: "Fuck…"

She swears with a naughty little growl.

DIANA: "I love cheating on my fucking clueless husband. Let's do this again tomorrow."

—

In the echoing dome of the Hotwife Games studio, small gasps rose to the vaunted ceiling.

Rakesh couldn't believe his ears.

He looked at Diana's beautiful, cum-painted face.

She looked back at him with a look of consummate guilt.

Rakesh fell backwards into his chair.

What had his wife done?

Chapter 7 - Dark Night at the Dolphin
He watches his wife cheating on him; a dark tale of revenge

They rode back to the hotel in silence.

In the back of the gleaming Cadillac limousine provided by the Hotwife Games, tension spread like magma between Diana and her husband.

Rakesh felt betrayed. Betrayed to the very core of his being.

Sure, he'd watched Diana all day at the Hotwife Games performing positively filthy acts with other men—but it was a sort of "controlled infidelity", and one that he'd thought she was partaking infor the first time ever. It had all been in front of him, with his knowledge, as much for his pleasure as for hers.

And now, in the final round of Day One, Rakesh had learned that his wife had carried on an affair with her gym trainer, three months before the Games had even started…

Diana gripped the edge of her short crepe skirt—the one she hadn't worn since that morning—as the limousine wound its way up to the elegant Malibu hotel where the studio was putting them up. She fought several conflicting feelings that were welling up inside: guilt, defiance, shame, and… she had to admit it, a bizarre hint of arousal. Diana silently, angrily chided herself for feeling this way.

Rakesh was in mute shock. Yes, he reasoned, Diana had completed the Lifeline Challenge by showing him that video, the smoking-gun of her adultery… And in doing so, she'd ensured that their spot in The Hotwife Games would be secure for the next day's challenges.

But had she just caused the end of their marriage?

—

Fingers tap a keyboard. A woman's hands, lithe.

The fingers' pace is rapid but controlled.

The fingers pause, hovering in the air.

They type again.

"Ext.," they type. "The Opal Dolphin Hot".

Pause.

Backspace.

Several backspaces.

"Ext.," they type. "The Green Dolph".

Pause.

Backspace.

Several backspaces.

'It can't sound,' she thinks. 'Exactly like therealname… '

Her fingers linger.

'Will this enrage them?'

She chuckles lightly.

'No, no… They'll have what they desire. A tale of revenge… Vengeance… Burnthem all… The real ones… They're gonna have the time of their lives… '

Her fingers hover.

'But they can't know the truth… ' she thinks. 'Not yet, anyway… '

She types.

"Ext. The Jade Dolphin Hotel. Night."

—

EXT. THE JADE DOLPHIN HOTEL. NIGHT.

Six stories of modernized deco on the Malibu shorefront. Elegantly lit. Long windows catch the dazzling sunset.

A limousine pulls into the wide carriageway. A young, goatee'd DOORMAN steps forward to open the back door.

A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN exits, followed by a somewhat haunted-looking MAN.

As they pass into the hotel, the doorman can't help but check out the woman's figure as she saunters past in her short crepe skirt.

—

They entered Room 1108—a comfortable suite with an eleventh-story view of the Pacific.

The door clicked shut behind Rakesh. Diana whirled around to him. Her eyes were wet and lambent.

"Are you going to say anything?" she asked.

Rakesh looked at her. He replied flatly. "Like what?"

"Anything!" she interjected. "You just found out… I've been…"

Diana trailed off.

"Cheating on me," Rakesh finished venomously.

"Yes!" Diana said, sputtering. "All right? Yes. I… I sucked Will's cock. He's my trainer, and he's hot, and I'm a fucking cliché—"

"You thinkthat'smy main issue here?" Rakesh spat. "That your cheating is too fucking cliché?"

"Well, honestly? I don't know what else, Rakesh!"

He looked at his wife, flabbergasted. She went on.

"You watched me suck a bunch of men off today, and make them cum, and that just made you spray all over me, too… So whatisthe main issue?"

"I—I was there!" Rakesh said, disbelieving. "It's the Games, we agreed it was for the money, and—And that video was fromthreemonths ago! No contest involved, nothing, and you kept it all from me!"

"Three months—" Diana pointed out. "Right when you started telling meyouwanted to see me fuck another man. And we watched Gael's movie. And we role-played about it, and talked about it, andyesI wanted it too… butyougot off on it."

"That didn't mean I wanted to you to go and cheat on me!" Rakesh realized he was almost shouting.

"Really?" Diana asked. Silence hung between them.

"Then… " Her voice went low. She didn't know what to tell her husband. And then words just tumbled out.

"Then you shouldn't have driven me to do it."

Rakesh shot her a spiteful glare. He didn't feel like himself. He felt small, and angry, and mean. He said something he'd regret for, at the very least, the rest of the night…

"You… cheating… whore," he said.

Diana's eyes turned into balls of ice. She stared at her husband for several, long seconds.

"Rakesh," she said softly, "We're done."

And with that, she went into the bedroom and shut the door. The lock clicked shut.

Rakesh stood still.

Her words seemed to echo in the cavernous suite. A sudden doubt stabbed at his chest.

What did his wife mean, exactly? Done with the conversation… Or finished with their marriage?

—

INT. THE SHORELINE BAR—NIGHT

A smattering of well-dressed DIVORCEES mingle along the long, elegantly lit hotel bar. A couple of BARTENDERS mix expensive cocktails.

TOD and YANG, thirty-something men in business suits, enter and look around.

TOD

Don't see him.

YANG

Said he'd be here at ten. I guess he's late.

TOD

Punctuality. Not a real strong suit, in that line of work.

Yang shoots him a look.

YANG

Hey, long as he got the good shit, right?… Either way, let's get a goddamn cocktail. I need to blow off twelve hours of of the dreariest chit-chat in the cosmos.

They beeline for the bar.

YANG

Y'know, dude. Sometimes I wonder if a fucking property law conference being the highlight of my year is some divine sign I need to rethink my life.

TOD

Preachin' to the Pope, brother. All I did today was recalculate my life choices.

(holds two fingers up to the bartender)

Cold Tom and Jerries, twisted.

YANG

And the chicks. I mean, the women you meet at these things…

TOD

I know, I know.

YANG

I don't think there was anyone there, under the age of sixty, who wasn't already married—and if not, then the most boring human being I met in my damn…

TOD

Fuck, Iknow, man… I need to get fucking laid.

YANG

(shakes head)

You and me, both… I could cum like a hose right now. I could fill a wine bottle. If they brought Atlantis outta the deep, I would re-drown the whole lost continent in my goddamn jizz…

TOD

Dude.Pleasestop.

The bartender slides drinks across the glowing bar top.

BARTENDER

Forty-six.

YANG

Dollars?

Yang looks shocked. Tod slides his card across the countertop.

TOD

Welcome to Malibu, pal.

They raise their drinks.

TOD

And hey, ya' know what? Wecouldget laid tonight… right?

A beat. They both laugh and shake their heads. They drink.

YANG

We're fuckin' hopeless.

Tod spots a shaggy-looking YOUNG MAN in a plaid hoody enter the bar, glancing around stealthily. Tod points and Yang glances back. The two smile.

TOD

Hopeless or not… We're about to get coked out of our damn minds.

—

Rakesh decided he was going to pack up and leave L.A.

His wife had wantonly betrayed him. Then she'd lied to him. Then she'd gotten upset because of his apparently 'unfair' reaction to this shattering news. And finally, she had seemed to imply that their entire marriage might be over.

He didn't know that for sure, of course. What he did know was that the Hotwife Games were tearing them apart…

He couldn't rip what he had seen from his mental screen… That video of Diana, sucking off her trainer's large cock…

So Rakesh was going to pack up their belongings. He'd book two tickets to London the following day. He'd call the Games first thing in the morning, and withdraw the two of them from the competition.

They wouldn't make the eight hundred thousand dollars they so desperately needed… but at least he might actually save their marriage.

Rakesh pulled his suitcase from the hall closet. He zippered it open. Something dropped to the carpet with a smack. It was a rectangular object, the size of a large book, wrapped in green foil.

A gift he'd bought for Diana…

In the unlikely event that they might win the Hotwife Games, Rakesh had wanted to present her with a solidifying reminder of their love for each other. Whatever had happened at this strange and erotic "game show", this would cement his commitment to her—a celebration of their bond.

He flicked a glance at the locked bedroom door behind which Diana had sequestered. He wondered what she was doing in there. He sighed, upset.

Might as well open this,he reasoned.We're out of the Games…

He tore open the wrapping paper and found himself staring at a happy couple on their wedding day.

It was a picture of Rakesh and Diana in an elaborate silver frame, dressed up and beaming in each other's arms. She looked gorgeous with her perfectly done hair, make-up, and elaborate Indian wedding outfit, and he quite handsome, if nerdy. Rich red roses filled the background, wrapping the conjugal scene in viscous romance.

In silver ink, Rakesh had written below the photo:

'I love you forever, Di… '

He groaned painfully. In one day, their relationship had descended unfathomable leagues from the joy of that special day. He flung the framed photograph onto the coffee table.

Suddenly, Rakesh was very tired.

—

INT. JADE DOLPHIN MASTER KITCHEN. NIGHT.

MARIO (19, lean, handsome, and wired with nervous energy) puts on a small black service hat, the final touch on his well-fitted Jade Dolphin uniform.

SHANIA

The right room this time.

Mario turns around to find his boss SHANIA (40's) is glaring at him.

MARIO

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

SHANIA

It's no "of course" with you, Mario. You're the most scatterbrained little chuckle-fuck I've ever hired.

Mario squints at Shania's usual odd verbiage.

MARIO

I'm sorry I've been distracted. It's just…

He trails off.

SHANIA

Just what?

Mario shakes his head.

MARIO

Nothin', nothin'. I'm on it, Shania.

SHANIA

Just remember, Mario. I got a waitlist of other thumb-suckers a mile long, all lookin' for a job.

Shania shoots him a final glare. She moves off. Mario takes hold of the laden room-service cart and wheels it off through the kitchen.

MARIO

(sotto)

Why am I distracted? I'm distracted because I'm fuckin' horny all the time from all the baddies that come through this fucking place this time of year…

He adjusts his swelling crotch and sighs. He looks at the notes on the room service tray.

INSERT: 'Special Client: Daisey and Kevin Monet. H.W. Games.'

MARIO (INTERNAL MONOLOGUE)

Another room booked by the 'H.W. Games'… whatever the hell that is.

(beat)

Always some hot-ass woman wearing almost nothing, answering the door…

MARIO

(to himself)

Why the fuck am I still a virgin?

He labors the cart out of the kitchen.

—

Rakesh awoke with a start.

He'd heard the bedroom lock click open.

He had been asleep on the couch in the suite's living room, passed out from an exhaustion as emotional as it was physical. The sun had long set behind the thick, wool-blend curtain that he'd drawn closed. It must have been past tenpm

He scrambled up from his reclined posture, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

The bedroom door swung open and Diana walked out.

Rakesh did a double-take…

His wife was wearing a dress he'd never seen before. It was a tiny, tight red number that hugged every luscious curve and showed every inch of her legs. It even had a slit up one thigh. Her hard nipples were visible through the thin fabric, belying her lack of a bra.

Her hair was done up in a tall poof, with strands framing each side of her striking face. Rich red lipstick glossed her lips, and her eyes were off-set with smoky eye-shadow.

She turned, completely ignoring Rakesh and grabbing her purse. He noticed the dress was also completely backless, her alluring skin fully exposed.

"Diana… " was all her husband could croak.

His wife turned to him. There was something different in her eyes. Something stony and challenging and… candidly hot.

"I need space," she said evenly. "I'm going down to the bar."

"Wha—" Rakesh started.

He stopped abruptly. Diana turned away from him and stepped into red heels that were at least four inches tall.Her "fuck-me" pumps…

She bent down to pull on the straps, her ass facing her husband. Her tight dress rode up high, exposing the bottoms of her full ass cheeks. And then…

Rakesh saw the pink flesh of her pussy lips.

His wife wasn't wearing any underwear.

He inhaled sharply. She had absolutely nothing on underneath the body-hugging sliver of a dress.

"Di… what are you… going to do?"

Diana stood back up, high on her heels. She turned. Her legs looked fantastic, accentuated all the way up to the hem of the little outfit. Her breasts were pushed together, serving a sexy helping of cleavage.

"Maybe I'll see you later," she said simply, a cold look in her eyes.

And with that, his wife was out the door.

—

The fingers wrap around a tumbler of twenty-five-year-old Yamazaki.

They draw it up, taking a swig.

A contented sigh.

The other hand lingers on the keyboard.

'I know this will piss some of them off,' she thinks.

She chuckles.

'But they must read on… After all, though there is infidelity… there is also revenge. Cold, merciless vengeance for the righteous… '

The fingers tap-tap-tap at the Glencairn glass, tinkling out an impromptu beat.

'The real ones will get it… past capacity… sublime release… a dark, satiating arousal like the flavored depths of an old whiskey… '

She sips again. She smacks her lips contentedly.

'And if they're paying attention, they'll get to enjoy the secret reveal. They'll discover the truth… '

She chuckles lightly.

'But only when the time is right.'

The fingers type again.

'Int.,' they type. 'Hotel suite bathroom. Night.'

—

INT. HOTEL SUITE BATHROOM. NIGHT.

RAKESH douses his face with water.

He rubs his face with face-wash. He splashes on more water. Scrubs it off.

He studies himself in the mirror for a long, long time…

—

A good hour after Diana had left the suite, Rakesh decided he was going to find her. He threw on a fresh shirt and made his way down in the elevator.

He was inexplicably nervous as he stepped out and wended toward the hotel's fancy Shoreline bar. What the hell was his wife up to? He had to know… He had to find her. They needed to talk.

As he entered the space with its subtle hued lighting, he looked around in the half-light. Diana was nowhere to be seen.

Neo-R&B tunes rolled around the elegant room. Small groups congregated by the bar. Young professionals flirted or coupled in booths along the sea-front windows. But Diana was completely absent…

Had his wife left the hotel altogether?

Then Rakesh spotted a small group tucked into a corner.

And his heart leapt…

There she was. Diana was speaking closely with a pair of suited men standing around her. She had a flirtatious smile on her face, laughing easily and frequently. Occasionally she would swat playfully at their chests, or they would touch her arm. All three were drinking from wide cocktail glasses, although Diana's looked almost empty.

Rakesh couldn't fathom any ostensible reward or end-game for his wife here… They weren't at the Hotwife Games. Diana was openly flirting with two businessmen in a hotel bar, for—what? Her own, infidelitous pleasure?

A slow-jam came over the bar's speakers. Rakesh watched as Diana said something to the men. Then she walked across the space.

Rakesh noticed how other men's eyes were drawn to his wife… she looked ravishing in her tiny dress, her hot breasts pushed out as she moved towards a small dance area under a haze of purple lighting. All around the bar, eyes moved to look at her. The two men followed.

Slowly, Diana began to sway. Her hot body moved like liquid in the tight red dress and heels. Rakesh watched jealously as the men moved around her.

With a naughty grin, Diana put her arms around one of their necks. The man placed his hands on her hips.

Rakesh's wife was dancing closely with a stranger, mere feet away… and had no idea her husband was watching.

He watched as Diana wiggled close to the suited man, who seemed enthralled by her hot body. The man's friend watched from behind them, sipping his drink and studying Diana's ass.

Rakesh was burning with jealousy. And yet… he felt his cock hardening in his pants.

Diana looked behind her and said something to the other businessman. He looked just as pleased as Diana as he edged forward, getting behind the sexy wife and joining their dance.

Rakesh's wife was being sandwiched by two businessmen in front of him.

He watched jealously, but couldn't bring himself to go up to her. Diana ground her ass against one of the men, while staring up at the other. Her body was ravishing and curvy in the purple light. Every sexy undulation was on display in her skin-tight little dress.

Rakesh wondered if the men were as hard as he was in his pants…

The man behind her put his hands high on her waist, only inches below her boobs. Diana began to rub her ass on his crotch.

The other man moved closer till his hips seemed to touch Diana's. She kept her eye contact with him, heated and unrelenting, as she wriggled her beautiful body between the two men.

Rakesh's crotch was bulging now. Other people around the bar, too, were looking over at his hot wife, being sandwiched by two strangers. The dance was unabashedly erotic. Rakesh felt his pulse in his throat.

The song wended its way to a finish. Diana smiled flirtatiously. Then she stepped from between the two strangers. They couldn't help but look a little disappointed.

Suddenly, her eyes turned… and she spotted Rakesh. Her eyes widened.

Rakesh's mouth opened involuntarily. He needed to say something…

But his lips went totally dry. He merely watched as a wry smirk curled over his wife's lips. Diana bit her lower lip and raised her eyebrows at her husband. Almost… like a challenge.

Was he going to say something? Was he going to stop her?

Rakesh felt frozen…

Diana said something to the men, tinkling her empty glass, and then moved off. Her eyes met her husband's. She was moving right in his direction.

Rakesh exhaled. It seemed Diana was done with her little display. Yes, she'd been upset with him for his emotional outburst. But now she'd had her fun, she'd made him a little jealous—And now they could actually talk about what had happened.

But as Diana moved towards her husband, her eyes broke contact. She passed right by him, surreptitiously tossing something in his direction.

He caught it as she moved off towards the bathrooms.

It was a cocktail napkin…

—

INT. THE SHORELINE BAR. NIGHT.

TOD

Holy shit…

YANG

Dude. What just… Dude.

TOD

She is so fucking hot.

YANG

Remember what you said about us being hopeless?

TOD

How can I forget?

YANG

Thing I can't tell though—Which one of us is she into?

TOD

Pro'lly me.

YANG

Fuck you, dude. She was dancing up on both of us. She was grinding her ass on me… goddamn, that ass…

TOD

When she comes back, we gotta ask if she's down to party.

YANG

You mean…

Yang taps his nose. Tod nods.

TOD

In the room.

YANG

Right, right… There's one thing, though, dude. Did you notice?

TOD

Notice what?

YANG

(beat)

She's wearing a wedding ring…

—

Rakesh glanced around. The two men Diana had danced with were engaged in an excited conversation on the dance floor.

He looked down. He opened up the cocktail napkin Diana had flung his way.

In small, neat handwriting, there was a note penned all across its length.

Rakesh held it up, squinting at the words in the dim bar lights.

The note read:

"Rakesh,

I need to know what you want.

Go to the room.

Order up champagne and strawberries.

Strip naked, and hide behind the big curtain.

You can stop it if you want, but then we drop out of the Games.

If you don't stop it, we're going all the way…

Diana."

Rakesh stared. Both his legs felt like they'd been zapped into pillars of jelly.

Going all the way? How far was his wife planning to go? What the hell did she want him to strip for? Why was he ordering things to the room?

And most importantly… what was she challenging him to stop?

—

Ten long, conflicted minutes later, Rakesh slid his key card into the door of Room 1108. He re-entered their suite, alone.

He'd gone back and forth in his mind a hundred times in the last ten minutes. He couldn't decide if he should follow his wife's strange edict, or go up to her at the bar and call the whole thing off.

Ultimately, Rakesh decided, he just had to find out what the hell she'd meant by her cryptic note…

And if he had to stop it—whatever it was—then he would do so without hesitation.

He lifted the receiver. He ordered a bottle of champagne and some strawberries from room service, like Diana had told him to. The operator let him know they were fairly busy that night, so it might take a little longer than expected. He assented, and hung up.

Then Rakesh took a deep breath. He stripped off his clothes. He was all alone in the large suite—and yet, he felt strangely embarrassed by his sudden nudity. He quickly shucked his outfit into his suitcase in the closet. He turned off the lights.

Naked in the dark, he pulled back the double-thick, wool-blend curtain in front of the ocean-facing windows.

He took a deep breath. Then he edged in sideways, tucking his nude body behind the jade-green curtain.

What was going to happen tonight? he wondered.

If someone, somehow, looked into the eleventh floor room from the outside, they might barely perceive his naked form pressed against the center of the floor-to-ceiling windows. But if anyone was inside the room, he'd be completely hidden behind the heavy woolen fabric.

Rakesh moved the cloth aside the tiniest amount. He created a tiny, vertical crack between the drapes, through which he could watch the room.

The rich wool-blend felt strangely good against his nude skin. He was cocooned in it, hidden away…

Hidden, and ready to watch…

Watch what? he kept wondering. What was this strange "test" his wife had in store for him? His mind raced with lurid possibilities. Rakesh's heart was thumping in his chest. He hoped the sound would subside before Diana returned.

He felt his penis pressed against the curtain's fabric. He tried to steady his breathing.

Now he only had to wait for his wife…

—

INT. THE JADE DOLPHIN HOTEL. SIXTH FLOOR HALLWAY. NIGHT.

Mario pushes the room service cart down the carpeted hall.

He consults the receipt on the tray, making doubly sure he's got the room number right this time.

'Daisy and Kevin Monet. H.W. Games. Suite 602.'

He reaches the door. He knocks.

MARIO

Room service.

A few beats. The door opens.

A young, slightly haggard-looking man, KEVIN, opens the door, wearing only a hotel robe.

KEVIN

Hey. You can leave it outside.

MARIO

Sure, sir. I just need a signature.

DAISEY (O.S.)

YES! Take my white pussy!

Kevin's face flushes completely red. He quickly takes the pen and signs.

Mario tries to hide his shock at what he's just heard.

DAISEY (O.S.)

You hot fucking Arab stud… Fuck me harder… Oh, fuck! We're out of the fucking Hotwife Games… so you have to show my husband whose pussy this is…

Kevin quickly slams the door shut.

For several seconds, Mario stands in the hallway with his jaw open.

He feels the blood rushing to his crotch.

MARIO (INTERNAL MONOLOGUE)

You see, Shania?! This is why I'm so fucking distracted all the time!

The young virgin shuffles off quickly, desperately needing to masturbate.

—

Rakesh felt like he'd been waiting behind that curtain for hours…

He heard the faint, distant clicks of the clock in the suite's bedroom… tick… tick… tick…

He heard the low hum of the mini-fridge. He heard his own breathing, slowing down to a crawl…

How long had he been cocooned in the darkness? Had it been twenty minutes? Forty? His legs started to tire. He leaned back, pressing his naked butt against the glass window. He was briefly worried he might even fall asleep…

But his mind could not stop racing with thoughts of Diana.

—

INT. JADE DOLPHIN HOTEL. EIGHTH FLOOR HALLWAY. NIGHT.

Mario pushes the cart down another carpeted hall.

He reaches a door. He consults the receipt on his silver tray. He knocks.

MARIO

Room service.

Several beats pass. Mario hears the latch turn and click. The door opens.

PATTI GREENHAM stands there, in a long white t-shirt that goes down to her thighs. She is braless underneath, and her nipples stand out rigidly on her huge breasts. She smiles at him with her full, luscious lips.

PATTI

Come in.

Patti whirls and saunters back into the room. Mario gulps and follows the curvaceous model.

INT. JADE DOLPHIN HOTEL. ROOM 822. CONTINUOUS.

Mario wheels the cart into the room. He sees Patti's large-built, scruffy husband KARL, sitting on the couch with his feet up.

MARIO

Evening, sir.

Patti rifles through her purse. Mario tries not to look at the leggy model as she bends and searches through a drawer. Instead, he unfolds and sets up the table.

PATTI

Dang it. I can't find my cash… D'you know where it is, honey?

KARL

No idea.

Mario notices a strange excitement in Karl's gruff voice. He sees Karl studying him intently. He tries to ignore it, and lays out the plates under their polished cloche domes.

PATTI

(to Mario)

I just can't find any cash to tip you, sweetie.

MARIO

Ah, that's okay, ma'am. You—

PATTI

No, no. You worked… so hard for us.

(beat)

I have to repay you.

Mario looks awkwardly from Patti to Karl and back again. Silence hangs in the room.

Patti reaches down and lifts her t-shirt. In one motion, she whisks it off the top of her head. She's naked.

Mario's lips fall open. His heart-rate skyrockets as he takes in her knockout, hour-glass body.

Patti places her hands on her hips and shakes gently from side to side. Her giant breasts sway and bounce erotically. Karl's hungry gaze moves from his wife to the startled youth. He seems to enjoy the naked, shocked lust on Mario's face.

PATTI

That enough of a tip?

Mario stares back, rendered completely speechless.

PATTI

(giggles)

Don't worry. Next time there'll be more.

INT. JADE DOLPHIN HOTEL. EIGHTH FLOOR HALLWAY. MOMENTS LATER.

Mario exits with a hard-on tenting his pants.

He swears, softly, under his breath.

MARIO (INTERNAL MONOLOGUE)

Okay, what the fuck are these "H.W. Games"?!

—

After an endless, agonizing eternity…

Rakesh heard a click.

The door to Suite 1108 was being opened…

Rakesh shifted his naked body slightly, trying to ensure he was fully out of view—although he was certain there was no way anyone could see him behind the heavy, double-thick hotel curtains.

He peeked through the tiny slit between the drapes. He hoped his heart would quiet down.

The lights clicked on.

A giggling laugh filled the room. Diana entered.

She sashayed in on her tall heels, alluring in the skin-tight, tiny red dress. She was followed by the pair of suited men she'd been dancing with at the bar. Rakesh's eyes went wide. He gulped in his throat, and the door shut behind them.

"I'm not joking," said one of the young businessmen. "She was two decades older than my mom is, and trying to get me drunk—"

"In the middle of a frickin' property law conference!" finished the other.

Diana laughed, swatting the first man.

"Hey, I get it, Yang," she said flirtatiously. "You're a sexy man… and apparently, quite a pussy-magnet for little old biddies."

The three laughed. Diana turned on the suite's music system. A downtempo beat vibrated across the large room.

"Make yourselves comfortable, boys," she said, tossing her purse away. "And let's keep our little dance party going…"

The two looked at each other and shrugged. They took their jackets off, revealing trim, fit bodies in their dress shirts. Yang tossed his jacket on the couch. The other man aimed for a chair, and missed. The blazer fell in a heap… dangerously close to Rakesh's feet.

Rakesh had a moment of panic—were his bare feet visible below the curtain's hem? He flicked a glance downward, but saw that, mercifully, the curtains extended all the way to the floor.

Then Diana's eyes glanced over in his direction. Rakesh's breath caught in his throat.

His wife was looking right at him. She knew just where he was hiding. A thrill shimmered down her spine at the thought of being watched.

She smiled a small, wicked grin at her hidden husband. Again, she raised her eyebrows. She seemed to be challenging him. Are you going to stop this?

Rakesh felt frozen to the floor. Slowly, Diana began to sway to the music.

The men moved over and danced with her. They wasted no time in sandwiching Rakesh's wife. She smiled over her shoulder, then wriggled her ass over Yang's crotch. His eyes were fixed on her shapely butt.

The other man grew bolder. He ran his hands up and down Diana's waist. He pushed himself close to her. Diana put her hands around the stranger's neck. She smiled up at him with a sexy glint in her eyes. She undulated her warm body against the two men.

Completely naked behind the curtains, Rakesh's cock grew as he watched his cheating wife…

The two men pressed closer against Diana.

"So," said the tall man behind her. "Diana, I gotta ask you something…"

Diana reached back, wrapping her left arm around the businessman's neck. She looked back at him, her beautiful face inches from his.

"Go on… " she said. She wiggled her ass erotically over his growing bulge.

"I couldn't help but notice the wedding ring," Yang continued. Diana stroked his cheek. His eyes flitted down to the glinting ring, which was now right against his face. "Are you… currently married?"

Diana shot him a naughty grin. Then she turned to the other man, who was pawing up her sides as she danced.

"Tod," she said, "I don't wanna stop your fun, but… didn't you say you had something for us to party with?"

"Oh," the man in front of her said. "Oh, sure I do…"

Tod detached himself reluctantly from the hot wife's grasp. Diana continued to undulate against the man behind her, grinding her ass to the beat against his bulging crotch.

Tod moved for his jacket on the floor, coming right for Rakesh. Rakesh held his breath. As Tod grabbed his jacket off the carpet, the stranger's hard-on was visible in his pants. A foot away from the hiding husband, he rummaged through his jacket pockets.

He found a small, transparent bag and a little vial. Both were filled with a fine white powder.

Rakesh's eyes bulged…

"There we go," Diana said, flicking a glance in Rakesh's direction. "Why don't you set that up for us, Tod? And I'll answer Yang's question for you boys…"

Rakesh watched in disbelief. Tod unwrapped the little baggie and tapped some of the powder out onto the coffee table. Diana was a serious, working professional—she had never, in the entirety of Rakesh's knowing her, expressed any interest in cocaine—and certainly not in doing it with a couple of strange men!

What the hell had gotten into his wife since The Hotwife Games?

He watched from his curtained hiding spot as his beautiful wife detached herself from the other man. She moved for her handbag.

"I'll get my card to cut the lines," she said breezily, with the confidence of someone who'd done this a million times.

Yang's eyes were on Diana as she bent over… all the way over… and shuffled in her purse. Diana pushed her ass out further, bending far lower than necessary. Her ass cheeks came into view… along with her pussy lips.

Yang elbowed his friend. Both men ogled Rakesh's wife's juicy, naked pussy, fully on display for them. Her lips were shiny and wet…

Behind the curtains, Rakesh burned with jealousy. But his naked cock pushed out, hard as a rock against the woolen fabric. His wife was seducing two men in front of him, showing off her pussy like a true slut…

Diana stood and brought a credit card over to the men.

"Oh," she said, noticing the small mound of coke now on the coffee table. "I didn't know we were doing it that way."

"What do you mean?" asked Tod.

"Well… " An innocence suddenly shaded into Diana's voice. "I had a little idea…"

She sauntered forward. She pressed her body up against Tod's.

"See, boys, Yang's right. I am married… " she said breathily. Slowly, she started to rub her body up against the handsome businessman.

"But my husband has no idea what I get up to behind his back… " Now she was unbuckling Tod's belt for him.

Despite the comfortable air-conditioning, Rakesh felt beads of sweat prickle at his forehead.

Diana whipped off Tod's belt. She undid the top button of his pants and slowly worked down the zipper.

"And I'm a very, very… naughty wife," Diana whispered. She looked back at Yang, her eyes inviting him over.

The other man came over, and pressed up against her from behind. Diana let out a sexy sigh and turned around.

Tod's pants were undone but still around his waist. His hard-on tented out, rubbing on Diana's ass. He reached down and fondled the hot wife's ass-cheeks, one sexy globe in each palm.

Diana unbuckled Yang's belt.

"See, I've been very, very bad… so bad behind my husband's back," Diana said. She said it loud, clearly for Rakesh's benefit.

Jealousy pinched at Rakesh's forehead and chest. And yet, pre-cum oozed from the head of his rod, which felt like a boulder protruding from his crotch.

Diana worked off Yang's belt. She slowly, teasingly slid down his zipper.

Tod boldly pulled up her dress, exposing her stunning ass. He groaned at the sight. He squeezed and groped her creamy, naked cheeks.

"I guess the truth is, boys… " Diana said, turning as Yang joined in, groping her ample tits, "I loove big cocks… lots of them… and my husband's just… isn't big enough…"

The men groaned at her slutty talk. Diana looked in the direction of the curtain. She made eye contact with Rakesh.

He felt his heart thumping like a drum section. His forehead burned with a sick jealousy. His cock was hard as steel.

She put a hand on each of the men's chests. Slowly, she slid down to her knees, dragging her hands over their fit bodies. And in a single move, with one hand on each of them, Diana pulled their unbuckled pants and underwear down to the floor.

Suddenly two hard, naked cocks surrounded Rakesh's wife.

Rakesh drew his breath in. He dared not touch his own rod, or he would explode. He felt his meat throb, felt his balls wobbling with cum.

The two businessmen both had large, veiny hard-ons. Yang's dick, in particular, looked loaded and throbbing, its head shiny with pre-cum. His balls hung low, the sac heavy with cum. Diana sighed at the sexy sight… she eyed each cock appreciatively, licking her lips.

"Wow… " she breathed. Once again that day, Rakesh's wife was flanked by multiple dicks. And yet, she didn't touch the men's throbbing members…

She looked up at them with big, suggestive eyes. She reached over. She palmed the small vial.

With a naughty grin, Diana unscrewed it. Her eyes moved to Tod's cock. Its round head bulged invitingly in her face. She licked her lips, and shot him a salacious grin. She put a single finger on his pee-hole. She gently pulled his cock down, until it stood horizontally.

Then Rakesh's wife tapped out a small line of cocaine on top of the man's throbbing erection.

Rakesh breathed heavily behind the curtain. His wife had shocked him several times that day, but this one threatened to take the whole cake.

Diana leaned forward, one finger holding the stranger's cock horizontal. She put her nose on the bulging meat, and snorted a line of coke off his veiny hard-on. Tod moaned out.

Rakesh's legs felt weightless. He was watching from behind a curtain, hidden away, while his slut wife did a line of coke off a complete stranger's cock…

Diana sniffed up every morsel of powder. She grinned up at Tod, feeling the drug rush up into her brain. She grinned and sniffed. Then she used the tip off her tongue to lick off all the remaining coke. Tod groaned at the feeling of the hot woman tonguing his erection.

"Fuck… you're right, you are a very bad slut… " he moaned.

"Mmm-hmm," Diana said, licking around the hard cock.

She winked at Tod and gave the head of his rod a final, sloppy kiss. He groaned again. Then she turned to Yang and repeated the process.

He shuddered as her finger made contact with his pre-cum-coated head. Diana gently tapped out a thin rail of cocaine.

As she tenderly lined the powder on his cock, Diana noticed Yang's whole body was vibrating with energy. She reached over with her other hand and softly stroked his balls, soothing him. They were extremely large, and felt filled to capacity. Yang moaned from deep in his belly.

Diana snorted the rail off of his hard dick. She giggled, sniffing a few times.

"What I was trying to say, about your question," Diana went on, wiping her nostrils, "Is, yes, I am married… I'm a married slut… And tonight, I'm a coked-up, married party slut. And I need to play with two big cocks behind my husband's back…"

In the shadows behind the rich fabric, Rakesh felt like Diana was stabbing him with every word. His fists balled up. He felt his fingernails dig into his palms.

And yet, his penis thrummed in front of him, swollen against the curtains…

His wife grasped both the men's cocks. She licked around the head of Yang's hard member. Then she licked Tod's.

She slowly stroked their rock-hard dicks, inches from her face. Somehow, she had positioned herself so her body was facing the center of the curtain, with the two men flanking her like a perfect, pornographic camera angle. She was posing for Rakesh, giving her husband the perfect vantage point to watch his slut wife take cock.

"My husband has no idea… " Diana breathed, ramming the point home.

She bit her lip, and looked right at Rakesh.

"He's totally clueless… that as long as I've been married to him… I've been a slutty… naughty… cheating whore."

Rakesh had to bite down to keep himself from screaming out with a confounding mix of emotions. Diana was clearly using his words from earlier that evening, the ones that had been the breaking point of their marital spat. She was torturing him with his own words… with two hard dicks in her face.

Diana grinned. Then, rapidly, she sucked the two cocks, alternating from one to the other. She was high on cocaine, and desperate for cum.

The men breathed and swore as her mouth moved sloppily from hard dick to hard dick. They had never had someone suck their cocks like this—this gorgeous, coked-up woman, working over their meat with such an animal ferocity.

Abruptly, Diana pulled her lips off of their wet dicks. They groaned out.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her short red dress. She pulled it up, then pulled it all the way off of herself. Suddenly, Diana was naked apart from her tall heels.

She stood, letting the men's eyes wash over her stunning, curvy body. With an inviting grin, she lay herself down on the coffee table.

"Your turn… " she said. She held up the vial of coke, and shook it.

Rakesh watched breathlessly as Tod took the cocaine vial and spread a line out across his wife's breasts. It formed a long, powdery rail from each of her hard nipples to the other—down and over the valley of her ample tits. Diana helped, pushing her boobs together. She looked as depraved as she was sexy.

The two men knelt down on either side of Rakesh's wife. She stroked their hair, giggling. They leant forward and snorted coke off her tits. Diana made sure to look over at her husband as she got used—a sexy drug platter for these strangers.

The two hoovered up the cocaine with a few more sniffs, enjoying the feeling of Diana's protruding tits pressing against their faces. Then they came up for air, pushing the remaining powder into their nostrils.

"Now," Diana said. "Time to give me those fucking cocks."

In seconds, Rakesh's stunning wife was off the coffee table. She got on all fours. She pushed her ass up high, showing off her pussy and asshole.

As before, Diana deliberately positioned herself at a canted angle, creating the best view for her hidden husband. Her shapely ass faced him, while she faced diagonally away. She rotated her ass in the air, and looked back at the men.

"Well?" she asked. "You gonna spit-roast me like a slut, or what?"

Tod and Yang glanced at each other. They grinned. They moved around the stunning hot-wife. And then…

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang.

—

INT. THE JADE DOLPHIN HOTEL. ELEVENTH FLOOR HALLWAY. NIGHT.

Mario waits outside the door to Room 1108.

He checks the receipt on the silver tray. He rings the doorbell once again.

MARIO

Room service.

—

Diana shot a look back at the men. They looked at each other. Diana swiftly got off of her knees.

He breathed silently. He couldn't believe Diana was really about to get fucked by two men, in front of him. A large part of him hoped the distraction would make her reconsider what she was about to do.

Another part, however—a part that seemed to be pushing straight out over his balls—wanted to see how far his wife was going to take this…

"Let me get this," she said to the men. Both of them quickly placed their hands over their naked boners, and glanced at each other. She wasn't planning to answer the door, was she?

Diana walked over and looked in the keyhole. Slowly, a smile crawled over her face. She gazed back at the men in the room with a devilish, naughty gleam in her eyes.

Then she answered the door completely naked.

Mario stood there with shock on his face.

"R-room service," the youth said.

Diana let her eyes wash over him. He was handsome and lean—perhaps only nineteen or twenty. She smiled.

"Mario," she read off his name-tag, a little breathless. "Come on in, sweetie."

Mario nervously wheeled in the cart. There was an ice-bucket on it, carrying a champagne bottle wrapped in white cloth, along with a bowl full of strawberries. The door clicked shut behind him.

Of course, thought Rakesh. The champagne and strawberries he had ordered earlier…

The young server started slightly at the sight of the two naked businessmen. They nodded back nonchalantly, their hands clasped over their genitals. Like Diana, they were both breathing heavily and trying to conceal it, their foreheads and chests shiny with perspiration. Mario tried not to look at them.

Diana felt a wicked thought course through her brain. It might have been the momentum of the filthy night carrying her with it. It might have been the cocaine bolstering her boldness. Or it might have just been the fact that she was a lot, lot sluttier than anyone could have believed…

At any rate, Rakesh's wife decided to indulge in her naughty plan.

As Mario plucked three champagne flutes from the cart, Diana walked closer. She plucked the cloche from the strawberry bowl.

"Oh, damn it," she said. "They must have forgotten to bring cream for the strawberries."

Mario was already backing off towards the door, embarrassed and nervous. "I'll bring some up right away."

"No need for that," Diana said. She turned to him and gently touched his arm. "Stay right here. We have some…"

Mario's eyes were as large as saucers at the feeling of Diana's touch. He was trying to not to look, but now he drank in the sight of Diana's stunning body. Her breasts were large and perky, the nipples hard. She had a sexy landing-strip of pubic hair. And unless he was mistaken, her pussy lips below it were shiny and wet.

Diana turned, grinning, and walked over to the other men. Her high heels—the only things she had on—clicked across the floor.

Diana dropped back down to all fours. She pushed her ass high in the air.

"Now where were we?" she asked.

She arched her back and raised her eyebrow at the two businessmen.

"Oh, that's right… Spit-roast me, boys."

Mario was frozen to the spot. In some way, Rakesh felt a kinship with the young virgin—the youth was just as shocked by Diana's whorish behavior as her cuckolded husband hiding behind the curtain.

Diana grinned inwardly. She was still mad at Rakesh for what he had said earlier, but the fact that he hadn't stopped what had happened so far, meant just one thing to her—

This was turning him on.

Just like she'd known it would. So she was going to take her test to the absolute limit. And while she was at it, she'd put on a show the horny young hotel worker would never, ever forget…

She rotated her ass in the air, invitingly. She felt naughtier than she had in her whole life. Yang and Tod looked at each other—this woman would not stop surprising them. All right, they decided. If this gorgeous slut wanted to be fucked in front of the server, then that's exactly what they'd do.

In no time, Yang lined his hard cock up with Diana's pussy. Tod moved in front of her.

"Fuck me," Diana said. "Fuck me hard."

Tod fed her his cock. She looked back at Rakesh as her mouth got crammed full of cock. And in the next moment…

Yang pushed his hard dick into Rakesh's wife.

Diana was being fucked by another man. His hot-wife was getting spit-roasted… Used by two cocks…

Yang instantly started to fuck her with a pent-up, animal ferocity. He pushed his cock inside her, back and forth, with heavy grunts, his balls slapping against Diana's pussy lips. Meanwhile, Tod held her head and face-fucked her hard.

Suddenly, Rakesh felt semen boil up from his balls like a geyser.

Suddenly, the cuck husband was shooting his load onto the curtain.

His dick twitched and spasmed involuntarily at the sight of his slutty wife being taken from both ends. It spewed hot white cum, splattering the expensive fabric. He clamped his jaw tightly to keep from groaning out as his wife got fucked.

The young hotel server remained utterly frozen. He could barely believe what he was witnessing.

Yang held on to Diana's waist and pumped her ferociously. He had needed to cum for hours—days, even—and he felt a load brewing in his large balls.

Diana moaned out with her mouth full of Tod's cock. She was saying something. Tod drew his rod from the hot wife's mouth.

"Be rough with me, you bastards," Diana said. "Use me… Like the naughty… uhhn… cheating whore I am… ughh… Fuck my slut pussy and mouth… oh, fuck!… use me behind my fucking cuck husband's back…"

Yang didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed a hold of Diana's hair. He pumped her hard from behind. He grunted and groaned animalistically, sweat starting to drip from his brow and all over his torso.

Tod face-fucked Rakesh's wife. The two men were using her like a fuck-toy.

Rakesh had fallen back against the cold glass, breathing heavily from his orgasm. His dick dripped with cum. Globs of semen trickled down the gold threads of the curtain, and fell from his cockhead to his balls. He'd made a mess watching his whore wife take two cocks.

He still wouldn't step out and stop the whole thing. And he still could not stop looking…

Tod pushed his cock back into Diana's mouth. He grabbed her hair in a tight ponytail and watched as she greedily sucked on his member. Yang spanked her ass, hard. Together, the two were bringing her to a shatteringly hot orgasm…

Diana moaned and writhed, impaled at both ends by meaty cock. She felt so full in her pussy, and full in her mouth—a sensation she had never felt before. Sweat gleamed all over her body as she got used and fucked like the hot little slut she knew she was.

Rakesh watched two cocks thrusting into his wife. His eyes hooded.

Mario, the room service waiter, started to fondle his own hard crotch through his uniform. This was the hottest thing he had seen in his life.

Yang thrusted hard into Diana from behind and Tod's dick slipped wetly from her mouth.

"Fuck!" Diana moaned out, her eyes shut. Her orgasm was beginning to crash over her. She glanced over at the curtain as the two strangers' wangs rode her to a hot climax.

Looking towards Rakesh, the hot-wife had another deliciously naughty idea…

It was so naughty it was going to make her cum.

Yang jackhammered his cock into Diana from behind, his flesh slapping her ass as he grunted and moaned.

Diana bit her lip mischievously. Then she began to moan out loud.

"Dekho na jannu… " Diana said, moaning. "Inke lund tumhare lund se kitne jyada bade hai…"

Holy fuck, thought Rakesh. He made an audible sound of surprise, which was fortunately swallowed by the many moans of pleasure in the room.

His wife was dirty-talking, directly to him, in Hindi! The men had no idea—to them she was just moaning out her pleasure at their double-fucking.

"Look, won't you, love?" Diana was saying to her husband, "Look how much bigger their cocks are than yours…"

Rakesh couldn't help it. Despite his orgasm mere seconds ago, his rod blossomed to hardness again. He grasped his dick in his hand as he watched his slut wife Diana take a pounding from two men, and secretly tell him how much bigger their cocks were.

She sucked and fucked, the two working their dicks in unison in her mouth and her unprotected pussy. She pulled Tod's wet rod from between her lips again.

"Oh, fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck," she moaned, as an orgasm rushed over her. She felt it everywhere—a wave of pleasure deep in her G-spot, where Yang's cock-head was pumping, spreading over her clit and her belly, her breasts, her mouth. Then Diana screamed out loud.

"Mast chudai karte hai, jaanu," she moaned out to Rakesh. "Kas kas ke pelte hai tumhari biwi ke holes mein…"

"They're fucking me so good, my love," she said. "They're fucking so hard in your wife's holes…"

Rakesh worked his shaft rapidly. His jaw hung open with disbelief. His once-innocent wife Diana was absolutely cuckolding him with two large cocks, and her filthy, secret Hindi dirty-talk was going to make him cum again.

"Oh, fuck," Tod said. He had no idea what the naughty slut was moaning about, but he knew she wanted it rough. He honored Diana's request for a hard fucking. He grabbed her tight by the roots of her hair.

He fucked her face hard and fast, enjoying the feel of her experienced mouth working his shaft.

"I'm gonna… fuck," he said, "I'm gonna cum soon, you naughty little Indian bitch…"

Diana grabbed Tod's hard dick. She pulled it from her mouth again, slobbering saliva over the head. As Yang pumped into her rapidly from behind, she turned to Mario.

"Bring me the… uh… strawberries… fuck…"

Mario took a few seconds to realize she was talking to him. He snapped to, dazed from this incredible sight. He took the strawberry bowl off the cart, a little bemused.

"Bring it here, baby… " Diana said. "Oof Rakesh, jaanu… tumhari biwi ek randi hain…"

Mario hesitatingly brought the fruit over to her. He had never been so close to a woman being fucked, let alone one as hot as Diana. Especially when she was being spit-roasted by two men.

"Your wife's a whore," she said to Rakesh in Hindi, even using his name. Rakesh's jaw was open, his mouth parched. He stroked his cock furiously.

Diana reached over and took the bowl from Mario.

"I wasn't… yesfuckmeYang… I wasn't joking about the… FUCK ME!… cream," she told Mario.

She put the strawberry bowl on the floor below her. She worked her lips wetly over the head of Tod's dick. Then she used her hand to stroke his wet shaft.

"Give me your cream, baby… " she said.

Her other hand snaked up his thigh. She pushed her finger into Tod's asshole.

"Fuck!" he said, as he felt the slut-wife's finger enter the tight ring of his ass. Instantly, thick sperm rushed out of his cock. It splattered over Diana's gorgeous face.

Quickly, she aimed his shaft downward, at the bowl of strawberries. Once again, Todd spewed a hot river of cum. It splashed wetly over the fruit. Rakesh's naughty wife stroked and stroked until the stranger had covered the strawberries with his thick, white load.

"Mmm… " she encouraged him. "Naughty boy… Give me your tasty cream…"

"Fuck," he groaned gutturally, his head thrown back as he enjoyed the sensation of the naughty Indian wife's finger in his ass. He spewed his final shot of cum, all over the cold strawberries.

Diana giggled and gently eased her fingertip from the man's asshole. Yang had slowed his fucking behind her, breathing heavily as he tried desperately to hold off his own orgasm.

Diana looked back with a cum-streaked face. She gently eased his cock from her cunt. It came out with a wet plop.

"Don't worry, you'll get to release your load for me too," she said to Yang. "But right now, I'm hungry…"

Tod eased back and fell onto the couch, his breathing labored. His cock dangled in front of him, wet with cum.

Impulsively, he reached into his discarded pants and pulled out his phone. He raised it up. He began to record.

Rakesh glared. He clutched the curtains tight in his fists. Now this was going too far… Yes, these men were fucking and spraying and using his naughty wife… but to film what she was about to do? To have a record of it?

He should throw open the curtains and stop the whole thing—although, surely Diana would do that first…

He simply watched as Diana noticed the camera on her.

Instead of saying something, she smiled through the streak of cum shining over her cheeks. She made a sexy show of rising up from all fours onto her knees. She ran her fingertips softly over the sides of her body.

Stop him from filming this, Rakesh whispered through gritted teeth. Please, baby…

"Are you gonna show this to anyone?" Diana asked innocently.

"Er, no… " Tod said, recording. "This is for me…"

Okay, thought Rakesh, compromising. Maybe he wouldn't stop filming… but at least Diana was making him keep it private…

"Aww," Diana said. She gave a little pout and cupped her tits, displaying them to the camera. "I was hoping you would…"

What the fuck does she mean? Rakesh thought.

"I want you to show this to your friends… " Diana breathed. She reached over and picked a strawberry from the bowl. It was dripping with Tod's fresh, white load.

"To show this to your co-workers… " Diana said, bringing the strawberry up to her face.

Tod sucked in air as he watched the gorgeous hot-wife on his phone screen. She looked like the hottest porn-star he'd ever seen, her curvy, nude body gleaming as she teased the camera.

"So that that they know what a slut I am," Diana said.

Slowly and tantalizingly, she ran her tongue all over the fresh strawberry. She licked his cum off with long, sloppy licks. She savored the taste. Then she took a bite.

"Mmm… " she said. "I loove tasting men's cum…"

Rakesh's eyes bulged. He felt furious at Tod for brazenly deciding to film his wife. He was furious at Diana for allowing it. Yet his cock still stood like a rocket, up against the cum-coated curtain, as he watched her lick semen off another strawberry.

Diana looked at the camera and swirled her tongue around the ripe red fruit. She held it up over her face. She let Tod's thick seed pour down into her mouth.

"Shit," Tod said, "All right, I'll guess I gotta show this to my buddies…"

"Mmm, yes please… " Diana said with a grin. She dropped the licked berry back in the bowl. "And if they have big cocks… only if they have nice, big cocks for my pussy… tell them to look me up…"

She grinned, using a finger to scoop Tod's cum from her chin and into her mouth.

She turned to Yang. He watched her with lidded eyes. His member pulsed, rigid and shiny with pre-cum. So did Mario's cock in his pants, and Rakesh's rod behind the curtain… Everywhere Diana went, she got men nice and hard. And she loved it.

She stood up on her heels. She walked over and wrapped a hand around Yang's rock-hard cock. He shivered. She sensed he was close to cumming for her…

"Fuck me like I'm your slut," she said.

Still grasping him by the dick, she turned… and walked right towards Rakesh.

Rakesh released his dick and stood stock-still. He held his breath. What the fuck was his wife up to now?

Diana grinned at her hiding husband as she walked closer… and closer… leading Yang over by his cock… over to the curtain. Then she turned around, and pressed her ass up against the fabric.

Rakesh felt his wife's warm body, pushed against his own.

His heart beat faster. He held the curtains tight, no longer able to look out through the crack—he had to make sure the drapes didn't suddenly slip open.

Diana pressed and rubbed her sexy curves against the fabric, wriggling against her secretly hidden husband…

"Fuck me right here," she said to Yang.

In seconds, Rakesh felt Diana's body get pulled upwards. Yang must have lifted her up in his strong arms, pulling her legs off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his naked waist.

"Yes… yes… fuck yes… deep inside me," Diana said, as the businessman entered her cunt again.

Her ass suddenly pushed back against the curtain, flattening Rakesh against the window.

Through the curtain, Rakesh's wife's hot ass was pressed against his cock. Then it began to grind up and down. She was getting fucked on the other side of the curtain's fabric, pressed up against her husband's body.

Holy shit, thought Rakesh. He felt Yang thrusting into Diana. Her ass cheeks rubbed back and forth on his hard cock. He felt every curve and contour of his wife's hot body, his rod lodged between the globes of her beautiful ass, with only the curtain separating them.

"Fuck me! Harder!" Diana said. Yang's grunting increased. "Yes… fuck me like a slut… while your friend records this… while Mario watches! Oh, fuck, baby!"

Rakesh felt their pace increase. Diana's ass was bouncing over his own dick, grinding him in her crack while she got fucked against the curtain.

He had to will himself to stop from moaning out loud. He shut his eyes. He could smell Diana's sexy scent against him, along with the rich aroma of her pussy juices. She was clearly wet beyond belief.

Diana felt incredibly slutty… She was getting her soaking pussy filled by a man's rod… and at the same time, she could feel her husband's throbbing cock pressed against her asshole. She felt the bulging head through the curtain, lodged between her cheeks, thrusting against her while she got fucked hard by a larger-dicked stranger…

Only one thing could make this naughtier. She decided she was going to make her husband cum while she got fucked…

"Baby… " Diana moaned out. "I want you to cum for me…"

She said it like she was talking to Yang. Yet from her tone, Rakesh knew it was directed just as much at him.

After all, Diana thought, her husband been such a good boy. He could have stopped her whorish behavior at any point that night, but he didn't. He stayed put—he let his wife get fucked like the slut he knew she was. He deserved a reward…

He deserved to shoot a nice, big load for his cheating wife.

Tod stood, his eyes locked on his phone. This hot wife was an utterly depraved vision on his camera, with her shapely legs wrapped around her friend, her red fuck-me heels digging into his back as he pounded her. Even though he'd cum all over Diana's strawberries, Tod's shaft was growing hard again.

Mario, too, could hold back no longer. He reached into his pants and began to jerk himself.

"Fuck, jaanu," Diana moaned out in Hindi, for Rakesh's benefit. "Meri choot poori bhar di hai isne…"

Rakesh gritted his teeth together… she was telling him how the stranger was completely filling her pussy…

"Tere… oof!… " she said. "Rakesh, jaanu… tere lund se kahin jyada bade aur mote hai…"

('Rakesh, baby… His cock is a lot bigger and fatter than yours… ')

Rakesh felt his sac contract… felt the friction of his wife's ass through the fabric, her bouncing cheeks wrapped around his engorged cock… And he couldn't believe what she was saying to him…

"Bada bada lund meri shadi-shuda choot mein… " she moaned.

And his balls exploded.

His wife was teasing him about the big cock she was taking in her married pussy, all said in Hindi… It was too much for Rakesh. He bit down to hold a roaring groan, and his legs wobbled like jello.

Hot cum rocketed up his shaft. It was lodged between Diana's grinding ass cheeks and she felt him expand through the curtain. Fresh on the heels of his last orgasm, Rakesh climaxed yet again, spraying wetly over his wife's ass crack, through the thick fabric.

Diana felt a warm moisture spread through the cloth over her asshole. She knew she had made her cuckold husband shoot his load as she got filled by another cock… And the deliciously depraved thought sent another orgasm rippling through her pussy.

"Fuck, you hot slut… " Yang grunted.

And, suddenly, Diana realized the stud inside her was about to cum too.

She unwrapped her legs from around his waist. Her heels hit the floor. She pushed him backwards. His cock slipped from her wet folds, shiny with her juices. Diana dropped to her knees.

"On my face," she said. "I need cum on my face…"

Yang groaned and took hold of his cum-slick shaft. He stroked himself, inches from the beautiful hot-wife's face. He felt his cum boiling up…

Diana's gaze shifted, noticing Tod and Mario. Tod worked his hand over his naked shaft while he filmed her, while Mario played with himself in his pants. Both watched her with hot, heavy eyes—at the peak of arousal over her unbelievable sexiness.

She pushed her tits out, staring at the camera.

"I love cock… I just want cock… big cocks and hot, thick cum… " Diana said, licking her lips. She was a stunningly naughty, naked vision on Tod's phone screen. "I take hot loads all the time and Rakesh doesn't even know…"

Yang's penis lurched and started to shoot. Thick rope after rope of cum splashed from his bulging rod and creamed Diana's pretty face. She giggled, closing her eyes. She faced her hidden husband.

Rakesh was breathing heavily from his recent orgasm. He groaned low in his throat, utterly bewitched by the sight of his hot wife's face being painted by another man's cum. And Yang showed no signs of slowing…

Diana felt insatiable.

The young businessman moaned out basally. With rope after rope, he showered Diana's beautiful face with cum. Hot pearls dripped over her chin and fell to her ample, naked tits. Thick spunk splattered into her hair, splashed over her cheeks.

She smiled, beaming at the thought of her husband watching as she received one of the biggest loads she'd ever taken.

Yang's squirting ebbed with a final thin rope that fell right between Diana's tits. Tod came forward to capture a close-up of the beautiful slut's cum-covered face.

"Damn, dude," he laughed. "You weren't kidding when you said you could drown Atlantis…"

Yang huffed, breathlessly. Diana had given him one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

"Shit… It's easy with someone like her," he replied, between deep breaths. "This… little slut… just knows how to drain a guy's balls…"

Diana gingerly opened her eyes. She smiled. She licked over her lips, drawing Yang's cum into her mouth.

Then Rakesh's cum-covered wife turned to Tod.

"Your turn," she said.

The excited businessman wasted no time in setting his phone on the coffee table. He made sure to balance it against a paper-weight so it would keep filming the action.

Diana moved onto her back. Staring at Tod, she spread her legs wide. Her hot pussy with its little landing-strip of hair came into view.

"In here," she said. She held her thighs apart. "In my married twat…"

In his hiding-spot behind the curtain, Rakesh fought a torrent of deep jealousy as Tod practically jumped forward. In seconds, Diana's second cock of the night was pushing into her used pussy.

Suddenly, all Rakesh could see were Diana's red heels, up in the air, as Tod pounded into her. He had a clear view of Tod's muscular ass and full balls entering his wife's wet cunt. Diana moaned out loud, accepting the hard fucking. She encouraged the stranger.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Diana screamed. Rakesh was certain the neighboring rooms could hear her. "Fuck my pussy! Make that pussy yours!"

Rakesh's gaze was briefly distracted by Mario, who seemed to have taken out his own phone. He, too, was now recording Diana being fucked—no doubt for him to masturbate to later.

Rakesh saw Tod's balls contract as the businessman pumped into his wife.

"I'm gonna… fuck… " Tod grunted. "I'm gonna cum…"

"I want it on my tits," Diana moaned out. "All over my boobs…"

In a flash, Tod had pulled his member from Diana's cunt. He moved up, straddling her belly. His cock pointed straight at her face. She took hold of his juicy meat and stroked him.

"Splash these big titties for me," she moaned. "Splash me like a porn star…"

Instantly, cum was pouring from Tod's bucking cock. Unlike Yang's urgent, projectile load, Tod's second orgasm of the night splashed out in thick, creamy puddles. In a few seconds, he was covering Diana's tits in hot cum.

Tod groaned as he ejaculated a final, thick splash of semen onto the sexy wife. He fell sideways onto his ass. He sat back, breathing heavily.

Rakesh's wife was a cum-drenched mess. Her face and hair were streaked with Yang's dripping load. Her tits were painted in Tod's spunk and some of Yang's.

But Diana wasn't done…

A cheating whore always wants more… she thought devilishly. She turned to the young hotel server who had one hand down his pants while he filmed her.

"Mario… " she said invitingly. "You've been such a good boy."

Mario gulped. He lowered his phone. He stared at the hot, used wife.

"Take that cock out for me?" Diana said, with an innocent pout. "Pleease?"

Mario groaned—the incongruous effect of this cum-coated slut begging innocently for his dick gave him a shockwave of arousal.

Excited past the point of holding back, the young hotel server quickly undid his belt. His pants and undies dropped around his ankles and he hobbled forward.

Diana's eyes widened. Mario had a rigid, fat cock—not as long as the other men's, but about as girthy as her wrist. She'd only planned to suck him off or jerk more cum from him onto her face, but now she just had to feel that thick, veiny dick inside her…

Diana spread her legs once more.

Rakesh watched with disbelief as the youth got between his wife's thighs. The young man rubbed the giant, veiny head of his member over Diana's slick vulva. Against all odds—after shooting two loads into the curtain—Rakesh's dick started to rise yet again. He couldn't believe it.

And Mario himself couldn't believe what was about to happen…

"I… " he started, then he stopped himself.

"What?" Diana asked. She tenderly stroked his hair as his cock-head rubbed over her hole.

"I'm a virgin," Mario confessed. He didn't know why he needed to let her know, but, for some reason, he had to say it.

"Oh, baby," Diana said, giggling. "That's so sweet…"

She gently caressed his cheek. Tenderly, she whispered, "Do you want me to take your virginity for you?"

Gingerly, the nineteen-year-old nodded.

"Good… " she purred. "Because I'm a very, very, naughty little slut… and slut's pussies feel so good…"

Diana grinned up at him, cum trickling down over her face.

"Now… fuck me hard," she whispered.

Mario rammed his rod into the slut wife's sopping pussy.

Tod, Yang, and—secretly—Rakesh all watched as the virgin boy fucked Rakesh's wife hard and fast. He grunted, shutting his eyes as all his senses exploded with pleasure.

Diana was taking her third cock of the night. In a few hours, a pussy that was only her husband's to fuck had now been used to pleasure three different men.

Reveling in her depravity, Diana wrapped her arms around the young man. She looked towards Tod. Tod moved in with his phone, recording the cum-slut as she got fucked.

Then Diana's pretty eyes fell on something sitting on the coffee table… her brows furrowed. She hadn't seen it before… But, suddenly, she had yet another wicked idea…

Perhaps the most wicked idea she'd had all night…

Yes, Diana decided. She was really going to test her husband's resolve…

With a few more thrusts, the young virgin atop her groaned out. The sensation of Diana's tight, soaking pussy gripping his hard cock was overwhelming. His balls pulled up against her pussy. Diana felt it coming.

"Wait!" she stopped him. She pulled herself out from under the rutting youth. His cock came free with a wet smack.

Rakesh heaved a small sigh behind the curtain. His wife had taken three cocks that night, but at least she was wary enough not to let them shoot inside her unprotected pussy.

If he'd only known what she had planned next, he may not have felt quite as much relief…

Diana squeezed the head of Mario's cock, and pushed it hard against his belly. It was an old trick she'd learned in her college days, to keep a man from spunking right away. Mario groaned out in frustration, cum bubbling in his balls.

"Hand that to me," Diana commanded Yang.

Yang glanced where she was holding out her hand. On the coffee table sat a framed photograph. A little confused, Yang reached over and took a hold of it, then handed it to Diana.

When Rakesh realized what it was, he gasped out loud.

Somehow, they must not have heard him, because Tod simply used his phone to zoom in as Diana got on her knees. She looked at the photo and smiled. Then she raised it up near her face.

It was the photograph of their wedding day…

The picture of Diana and Rakesh, smiling at their union. The symbol of love he was going to give her as a romantic gift…

'I love you forever, Di… ', Rakesh's handwriting read, in silver ink below.

Rakesh's breath caught in his throat. Diana used one hand to goad Mario's fat cock over to her.

"I want you to cum… right here… " she purred.

Rakesh felt like he couldn't breathe. He couldn't turn his eyes from the little crack in the curtain. His once-innocent wife, Diana, was kneeling on the floor in nothing but her high heels. Her face and tits were covered in the cum of two men. Another man's hard, fat young cock pointed at her face.

And she was holding up their wedding photograph… begging the youngster to cum on it.

Diana reached over with a wicked grin. She wrapped her left hand around the rock-hard cock, barely getting her fingers around Mario's girthy dick. Her wedding ring glinted in the dim hotel room light.

Even Tod's eyes were wide with disbelief as he filmed the hot-wife. Diana began to jerk off the young man.

"Shoot that thick load… " she breathed. "Spray all over my wedding photo…"

Diana shot a surreptitious glance in Rakesh's direction. Her smile dripped with sin. She winked devilishly at her husband.

Now, she challenged him outright. Are you going to stop this now, my cucky husband?

She was on a mission, and if she had to humiliate Rakesh for it, she would do it all…

Rakesh could not explain why he stayed rooted to the spot.

Suddenly, Mario's neck tensed. He bellowed at Diana's expert handjob. His cock bucked in her grasp and he began to shoot.

Hot, fat ropes of spunk shot like wet tapioca…

Spilling all over Diana and Rakesh's wedding photograph.

Mario screamed out loud at Diana's expert, jerking hand. Rakesh felt a knot sink in his belly as the youth absolutely covered their smiling, photographed faces with wet, white cum. The symbol of their love was being desecrated by his wife's cheating—by another man's sperm.

Diana laughed wickedly.

"Mmm… " she said, "That's it… spray all over my face… and my hubby's… cream on our wedding photo… Mmm… big, fat load from a big, fat dick for me…"

Again, Diana shot a challenging look at Rakesh behind the curtain. He couldn't believe it. Worst of all, the cuck husband's dick was ramrod-straight and coated with his own cum.

"So much bigger than my hubby's cock… " Diana teased. "Big cock shooting all over his picture…"

Mario shot a final rope. He groaned out like a gut-shot animal. The romantic wedding photograph was completely drowned in the former virgin's massive load.

Diana gently released Mario's dick. She stuck out her tongue and licked around the groove of his cock-head. She lapped up the remnants of fresh cum. She looked up at the young stud, and winked.

Then she turned. She faced Rakesh.

Diana looked right at her husband. She held the framed photo close to her face. She extended her tongue and licked Mario's cum off the frame's glass.

Rakesh groaned. His wife was a slutty, cum-covered vision, doing the most fucked-up thing he had ever seen her do in his life.

Suddenly, Yang applauded and whistled. Diana looked over, giggling, licking more tasty cum from her wedding photo. Tod, too, used one hand to snap his fingers as he filmed her.

"That is the nastiest thing I've seen in my fucking life," Tod said. He zoomed in to Diana's beautiful, cum-caked face. "You are one fucking bad wife…"

"I know… " she teased, swirling her tongue around the fresh spunk on her wedding photo. "I'm just a slutty, cheating whore…"

She put the photo down on the floor. She leaned back on her haunches, displaying her boobs and face to Tod's camera. She looked, to the men, like the hottest porn star on the planet.

"And if you're watching this, and you have a nice big cock," she said to the camera, "And you want a hot, cheating slut to fuck…"

Diana cupped her cummy boobs. She massaged Yang's cum into her nipples.

"Then send me a nice, hot picture of your big dick…"

She winked at the camera. And then she gave Rakesh his final, jolting surprise of the night.

"412," she started… And then she listed Rakesh's cell phone number…

Her sordid sojourn in the land of deceit was done.

She had her revenge…

The cuckolded husband felt his legs give out from under him. He slowly crumpled to his knees behind the curtain. Blood rushed to his head and he blacked out.

—

The woman's fingers pause their typing.

Her index finger rises up, and she scratches her chin.

'Too much for them?' she thinks briefly.

Then she giggles silently.

'Well, it sure was vengeance. Diana's vengeance, yes—but also mine.'

She shakes the Glencairn glass. Empty. She pours in more whiskey. The soft giggle turns to a chuckle.

'My revenge on the cowards crying "burn the bitch"…the raging trolls… the angry incels on their phantom high horses… '

The giggle becomes a full-on laugh.

'"Cold, merciless vengeance for the righteous"…Isn't that what I promised you?'

She laughs again and sips at her glass.

"Well… Vengeance is mine."

She keeps typing.

—

Rakesh came to with a fog in his skull. He wasn't immediately sure how long he'd blacked out—Seconds? Minutes? Hours?

A trickle of hope spread through his chest… Had it all been a strange, erotic dream?

Then he realized was still naked, crumpled on the floor behind the hotel room curtain. He could hear his wife's voice in the room beyond. Rakesh moved the curtain aside and peered through the crack.

Diana stood near the door. She was still nude aside from her red heels. The pair of businessmen had dressed. Yang was tucking in his shirt and Diana kissed him goodbye on the cheek.

"Thank you, boys. I needed that," she said. "Now get out of here before my husband comes back."

Mario appeared to have left already. Tod and Yang shook their heads, chuckling at the utterly unforgettable night this beautiful woman had served up for them. They thanked Diana. Each gave her a smack on her naked ass. They left.

The door shut and Diana turned around. She gazed towards the curtain.

Click, clack, click, clack… Diana's heels hit the floor as she walked over in Rakesh's direction. She was a twistedly sexy vision, her breasts and face still painted with dripping cum.

Rakesh got to his feet. He threw open the curtain, revealing his naked body to his wife. His mouth was dry and his erection was growing.

"Did you like that, baby?" Diana asked.

Rakesh had no words. He stumbled forward. His legs were wobbling. His breathing was ragged and shallow.

Diana sat down on the coffee table—the same one on which she had let the men snort cocaine off her tits. She leaned back and parted her legs.

Rakesh moved up to her. His eyes were hungry, devouring. He was still in shock about all the things his slutty wife had done that night…

"Jaanu… " Diana said, continuing her Hindi dirty talk although the men had long gone. "Jaanu, dekho na, kitna gand kar diya inhone…"

"Baby," she was saying to him in their native tongue, "Look at how dirty these men made me…"

She ran a finger over her breasts, tracing the men's fresh cum around her nipples. She licked her cum-covered lips, staring intently at her husband.

"I'm so dirty… " she whispered.

Rakesh groaned, taking in the cum-soaked sight of his once-innocent wife. Her cheeks dripped semen. Some of her hair was caked in cum. Her ample boobs dripped with thick globs and rivers of multiple men's heavy loads.

"Pleasee… " Diana begged. "Saaf kar do na?"

Rakesh stared. His lips felt parched and he couldn't say a word. By now he was standing right up in front of his wife, between her spread legs. His naked erection pointed at her face.

Had she just asked him to clean her?

Diana reached up and pulled her husband down until his face was level with hers. Then the slutty wife pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Rakesh moaned into Diana's mouth as she French-kissed him erotically. He could taste cum on her swirling tongue. He could taste the salty, musty taste of the cocks of three men that Diana had pleasured all night.

With her other hand, Diana reached over and gently stroked Rakesh's throbbing member. She could feel the slimy head on her fingers, and knew he had cum quite a lot already. She knew she'd been a bad slut all night, knew that she had pushed her husband to his outer limits—and beyond. The naughty wife felt devilish and slutty as she gave her cuck husband a taste of all the cock she'd been sucking…

Then she pulled him away from the sloppy kiss. Her fingertips scraped over the head of his cock, back and forth.

"Sab kuch chat lo… " she whispered.

Rakesh's mouth fell open. He didn't know if Diana was serious. He stared into her pretty eyes, but saw no sign of flippancy.

"Lick. It. All. Up," she repeated, this time in English.

Rakesh stared at her. Diana authoritatively grabbed the back of her husband's head and pushed his face down onto her tits.

He began to lick the cum off her sexy breasts.

"Yes… " Diana said. She threw her head back, enjoying humiliating her husband.

Rakesh couldn't believe what was happening as he licked his wife's cum-covered boobs. He cringed at the salty taste of the other men's seed. Yet his dick was rock-hard as he serviced and cleaned his slut wife off for her.

"Good boy," Diana said, gently stroking Rakesh hair while his tongue laved her boobs. He sucked her cum-painted nipples and Diana moaned in pleasure. "Suuch a good boy… my good little cuck…"

When her breasts were clean and shiny with his saliva, Rakesh raised himself up and looked at his wife. He was breathing heavier than before. His dick stood out, swollen and dipping with precum.

He needed to fuck his slut…

He held his wife's thighs apart and lined his cock-head up with her pussy hole. Diana bit her lip seductively, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yes," she nodded slowly. "Fuck your slut wife…"

Rakesh pushed his cock into Diana's used pussy.

"Fuck me, Ra… " she said, wrapping her arms around his back. Rakesh instantly began to pound, hard and fast into her cunt.

"Fuck, Diana… " he groaned. "You're such a fucking slut…"

"I'm your whore," she moaned into his ear. "Fuck my dirty whore-wife pussy!"

Rakesh groaned, grabbing his wife's ass and fucking her for all he was worth.

"They used me, baby," Diana said as he thrusted into her. "Oh! Fuck! They used your wife…"

Rakesh cried out like an animal. Pleasure washed through him and he felt his balls dance, full of renewed cum as he fucked Diana's slut pussy.

"I can't… ugh… fucking believe you… " Rakesh said, fucking his wife hard. "You let three men… fuck!… use you… all coked-up…"

"Yes yes yes yes," Diana moaned back. She kissed her husband. Then she pulled off. "Now cum inside me…"

Rakesh groaned. He felt his orgasm starting to build up from his balls.

"I had three big fucking cocks inside this pussy tonight, Ra," Diana said. "Did you like watching? Hmm? Did you fucking like that?"

"Fuck!" he cried. "You love pleasing men, you slut! You naughty, fucking, cheating slut!"

"Yes! I fucking love it! I love cheating on you!" Diana moaned. "Cum inside your cheating wife… give me permission to cheat by cumming in me…"

Rakesh's eyes shut tight. He felt the cum rushing up through his thrusting shaft. Felt the grip of his wife's stretched, used pussy.

"Release your load inside me, baby!" Diana screamed as her own climax ripped through her. "Spray me where I took those big cocks… their cocks were bigger than yours, baby…"

"FUCK!" Rakesh screamed so loud it seemed like the walls rattled.

Cum rocketed up his cock and shot out in a torrent inside his wife's pussy.

"Yes… oh, baby… " Diana moaned. "Cum for me…"

Rakesh shot volley after volley of warm cum. Despite all he had sprayed that evening, watching Diana get used and fucked, he drained his balls once more inside his whore wife.

After what felt like an infinite wave of pleasure, Rakesh collapsed on top of Diana.

She felt his cum inside her used pussy. She felt it trickle around his hard shaft, and spill down her labia.

They breathed heavily for several minutes.

Finally, Diana looked at her husband. "I love you," she whispered.

Out of breath and energy, he used his last reserves to look at his wife.

"I love you," he replied. Then they kissed deeply.

Rakesh felt himself sink into Diana's arms as she gently stroked his hair. His vision began to get cloudy, and he felt himself starting to fall asleep in her arms.

As his eyelids slowly shuttered, the last thing Rakesh remembered seeing before he passed out was their wedding photo, sitting there besides them on the coffee table.

It was streaked with the white, dripping cum of other men.

Chapter 8 - X Marks the Spot
A game-show for naughty wives brings out surprising guests

Bright sun pierced through cracks in the cobalt blue drapes. It was a few minutes past noon, and the Southern California heat rolled over the L.A. basin in large, midsummer whorls. Inside Gael's hillside Spanish-style mansion, however, cool, temperature-controlled air permeated the cavern of the master bedroom.

The movie star rolled over in his silk sheets, easing into consciousness. He felt a soreness spread through his muscular quads. He sensed he must have had a particularly heavy workout the previous day. As his eyes blinked open, he realized the word "workout" was only euphemistic.

Two supple female legs were wrapped around Gael's own. Each one, however, had a separate owner. On one side of him was a stunning Bollywood star, her dark hair asunder over the Van der Hilst pillow. On the other was a lithe Norwegian supermodel, her luscious breasts spilling over the sheets. Both were asleep, and naked.

That's right,thought Gael, smirking.

The night before, he'd thrown one of his infamous underwear parties. It had resulted, as usual, in a Hollywood orgy of Caligulan proportions. He briefly recalled finishing the night by acrobatically fucking the Bollywood star in his bed doggy-style, while she ate out the Norwegian supermodel's pussy. That must have been when his quads started to tighten up…

Gael stretched out and sat up. He folded one leg, stretching the aching muscle. He yawned contentedly.

Then he remembered what day it was.

"Shit," the young superstar muttered, hurriedly discarding the limbs curled around him. He swiftly got out of bed.

"Gael?" the actress mumbled sleepily. "Fuck me before you go…"

"Can't, sweetie," he said. He smacked her sexy, naked rump. "I gotta get my morning workout. Gonna need all my stamina today…"

The shapely Indian beauty grumbled sleepily. Her half-lidded eyes took in the sight of his ripped, naked body and giant, semi-hard cock, wishing for a quick taste.

Gael sauntered into his master bedroom for a piss. He took in the expansive view of the city below, and breathed in, readying himself. He'd only been part-honest about the stamina excuse—the truth was, he didn't want to fuck her that morning because he was saving his seed. He had a sense that he'd need it all… for something very, very important that day.

He grabbed a hand-towel from a closet. He made his way up to his home gym. That morning, he was going to have a killer workout. He'd get his body pumped, primed, and in peak condition. He was going to be ready foranything.

Gael was headed to the Hotwife Games…

Finally, he was going to be reunited with his ex Diana.

—

Around twelve-thirty in the afternoon, far across town…

Rakesh, too, stirred from a deep, dreamless sleep. He squinted against the light pouring through the drapes, and turned over in the plush bed at the Jade Dolphin hotel.

Diana wasn't there.

Rakesh's brain slowly surfaced. He never slept in this late, but now he felt a leaden slumber dragging at his muscles like an anchor weight. The events of the previous night swam into his mind—events that had exhausted him thoroughly, mentally and physically.

His wife had cuckolded him…

Sordid, sexy images of the night before flashed through his mind—an implausible half-dream.Had Diana really performed such wanton depravity with those three strangers, while he watched behind a curtain? Or had it all been some sort of surreal nocturnal vision?

Rakesh stepped out of bed, nude. He made his way to the bathroom, his cock hardening at the vivid melange of memories in his brain. Diana wasn't in the bathroom either. Rakesh lifted the seat and took a pee.

After cucking him, his wife had bid him out from behind the curtain, and made him explode multiple times… Is that why he felt so completely drained? Or had he imagined it all?

Rakesh rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror.

Now it occurred to him that it was strange that his wife was missing. After all, where would she possibly go? They had definitely fallen asleep together, and the studio car was only due to pick them up from the hotel at four PM. It was the second day of The Hotwife Games, and the shoot would carry them into the evening.

We're going to go all the way, Diana had told him…

He exited the bathroom.

"Di?" he called out. There was no response.

"Babe? Diana?" he called again.

He opened the door to the en-suite living room.

And the young banker's eyes popped…

There was a man in his hotel suite's kitchen. The man had a goatee. He wore a blue tailored uniform with a golden name-tag. On his head was a velvet gendarme hat embroidered with the logo of the Jade Dolphin Hotel. He looked vaguely familiar to Rakesh. And then Rakesh realized he was one of the hotel's bellmen.

But Rakesh's eyes didn't linger on his face—instead, they shot down to the stranger's crotch.

On her knees, in front of the bellman, was Rakesh's wife.

Diana had the goateed man's cock in her mouth.

The doorman saw Rakesh and his face froze. Diana continued to bob wetly up and down, sucking on his hard, naked dick. She wore only a robe—the white, fluffy bathrobe provided by the hotel.

"Uh—" grunted the bellman nervously, his eyes on Rakesh.

Diana withdrew her mouth from his plump, hard member, and turned. Now Rakesh could see that Diana's robe was drawn open, exposing her full, naked breasts and the little landing-strip of hair over her pussy.

"Oh. Hi, sweetie," Diana said to her husband, with a big smile. "Remember Mario from last night? The bellboy?"

Rakesh's mouth was too dry to answer.

"Well, apparently he told some of his friends at the hotel there's a good little slut wife in Suite 1108," Diana giggled. "So like a good little slut, I'm taking care of… um… what was your name again?"

"Gary," answered the goateed man. His eyes stayed hesitantly on Rakesh. He seemed a little shellshocked.

"You're just… giving the bellman a blowjob in our room?" Rakesh asked quietly.

"Mmm-hmm," Diana nodded with a grin. She leaned forward and captured the thick cock in her mouth once again. She looked at her husband as she swirled her tongue over the hard, purple head.

The doorman stifled a groan, still unsure about what was going on.

"Aww, hubby," Diana pouted. She licked and kissed on the stranger's cockhead, "You're not mad, are you?"

"I mean… " Rakesh said, his jaw working, "I was sleeping, and…"

"You married a slut, remember?" Diana ran her tongue down and licked the bellman's round, hairy balls. "You said we could go all the way… You promised…"

Rakesh just stared, dumbfounded, as his sexy wife stared into his eyes while sucking another man's balls. Fuck, Diana was hot… and, yes, inconceivably naughty. She looked up at the bellman and took his rod in her mouth again. He groaned basally.

"Baby," Diana said, slobbering wetly over the engorged wang, "I think you're making Gary nervous. Give us some privacy, okay?"

Rakesh was shocked. He'd just caught his wife sucking off a stranger in their hotel suite, and now she was asking to be left alone?

He wanted to protest. To shove the stranger out and reclaim Diana. At the same time, he knew she was, completely and definitely, a slut now. He knew she was a hot-wife—his hot-wife—a naughty woman who would please and be pleased by any man she wanted, with or without him present.

Rakesh fought off the sickening feelings of jealousy as Diana teasingly tickled the groove of the bellman's pee-hole with her tongue.

He quietly nodded, walked back into the suite bedroom, and shut the door. Diana giggled.

—

For seven minutes, Rakesh sat on the bed, stroking his cock. He could hear his wife faintly through the door, sucking the bellman's dick and occasionally teasing him with her words. The stranger groaned repeatedly in pleasure.

Finally, he heard the bellman growl out loudly. He heard Diana's voice. "Yes… " she moaned.

He heard them speak a little more, indistinct through the suite door. Then he heard the front door open and close.

A few moments later, Diana entered the bedroom.

Her bathrobe hung open and she wore a naughty smile on her face. She walked up to Rakesh and put her hands on her hips, emphasizing her naked body underneath the open robe.

A large batch of fresh cum dripped off her tits.

"You like?" she said with a naughty smile.

The hard cock in Rakesh's hand was her answer. But he refused to nod.

"Mmm… I think you do, baby," Diana teased. She sauntered forward and shucked the robe off her shoulders. Now she was totally naked, apart from the thick globs of sperm cascading over her nipples.

Diana knelt down between Rakesh's legs. She looked right at her husband, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She parted his knees and scooched closer.

"You are such a fucking slut," Rakesh exhaled. "I can't believe you were sucking off another man while I slept…"

"You're right… " Diana said, breathing on her husband's cock. "I'm a total slut… And you know what? I think you like that, hubby…"

Rakesh stared dumbly. He gulped in. He had to call out the inappropriateness of the situation, somewhat.

"So you're… you're just going to do that now?" he asked. "Blow some random guy any time you want? Even if I'm not around? Because… I don't know… if I do like that…"

Diana studied her husband. She was an alluring sight between his knees. Her pretty eyes looked up at him, big and inquisitive. Her cum-covered tits were inches from his cock.

She put her hands below her breasts. She pushed them up, and together. Her shapely boobs were bathed in the milky white semen of another man. A thick strand hung off her right nipple, which was hard and aroused. As she displayed her big tits to Rakesh, the strand of cum dangled, and fell onto her thigh.

"Really?" Diana asked, pouting. "You don't like me creamed like this?"

Rakesh didn't know how to answer. The sight of his slut-wife, posed on her knees between his legs, displaying her gorgeous tits for him as they dripped with another man's cum—it had, understandably, rendered him speechless.

Diana leaned forward. She parted her tits with her hands below them.

Then she wrapped her gooey breasts around Rakesh's hard cock.

The cucked husband gasped out loud, groaning. Diana grinned devilishly and squeezed her wet breasts around his cock. She moved her torso up and down, beginning to stroke her husband's dick with her big, cummy tits.

"Fuck,"he moaned. The stranger's cum had made her cleavage a slick, wet valley. It felt utterly perverse that Diana was using another man's jizz as lube for her tit-job. But the tight, wet sensation felt incredible around Rakesh's dick.

"Mmm… do these cum-covered tits feel good on your cock?" Diana asked, grinning. "They do, don't they, hubby?"

Rakesh groaned. He watched his naughty wife through drooping eyelids as she worked her hot breasts over his shaft. The wet, sloppy friction was exciting his dick. Diana was rubbing globs of the other man's cum over the head of his cock, coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls…

"Admit it, Ra, you like when I cheat," Diana said, stroking him with her breasts. She grinned and bit her lower lip. She pushed her cum-bathed tits closer around Rakesh's cock. The tight, juicy friction around his shaft felt divine. "You like that I just sucked off another man… Admit it for your filthy, cheating slut…"

"I… " Rakesh gritted his teeth. He felt a fresh orgasm bubbling in his balls as his wife worked his dick with her boobs, faster and faster. "I like when you cheat on me… " he confessed.

"Yes… " Diana murmured, delighted. "That's my good, naughty little cuck…"

Diana loved the feeling of her husband's hard shaft between her boobs. She loved the naughty, depraved sensation it gave her to make him cum with her tits… especially now, with another man's sperm all over them. And she craved more…

"Cum for your cheating wife… " Diana intoned.

She used to be so innocent,thought Rakesh.And look at her now, begging for my cum after taking another man's seed all over her…

"Cum for me… I'm a cum-dumpster, hubby… You're married to a cum-dumpster… I'm every man's fantasy cum-dumpster…"

Rakesh roared gutturally. Semen rushed up his shaft. It splashed out in a thick geyser and fell wetly over Diana's already cum-creamed tits. She moaned with pleasure as her husband gave her her second load of the morning.

"Yes, that's my naughty boy… my naughty little husband… " Diana moaned. "Giving his slut her sloppy seconds…"

Rakesh grunted out and splashed more cum over his wife's sodden tits. One by one, three more ropes shot out and fell, mixing with the cum-shot she had received from the bellman.

Rakesh dropped back on the bed, groaning as his balls finished emptying over his whorish wife.

Diana lovingly squeezed her breasts together. She drew them over the head of Rakesh's shaft. She collected all the semen she could, then released his cock from its soft, warm prison.

"Thank you,jaanu… " she said. She leaned back on her haunches.

Rakesh raised his neck. He watched her from his prone position. Diana pushed her breasts out, displaying them for him proudly.

Her tits were slathered in cum. Two hot loads mingled together in warm, wet ropes over each full breast. Obscene globs of semen trickled over Diana's nipples, dangling off and falling to the floor. Her breasts were soaked. The two men's cum mingled and dripped all over her.

Diana kept her heated gaze on her husband and raised one dripping breast up to her mouth. Her tongue stole out. She licked a thick glob of cum from her nipple.

Rakesh groaned out and his head fell back on the mattress.

"Mmm… " he heard Diana say as she licked semen off her other breast. "Two boys' juicy loads… What a fun way to start the day! I love being a cheating slut…"

Diana rose from her kneeling position and moved towards the bathroom.

"So," she said matter-of-factly, "What do you think Day Two of the Games has in store?"

—

The nib of a Mont Blanc Zodiac moves across the skin of a Moleskine pad.

Words appear, one after the next, in an inky black scrawl.

"Is it time for the truth yet?" she wonders as she writes.

More words appear. More words are crossed out. More words appear.

"No," she thinks. "Better not… Not yet… But we are so close…"

She grins. She pours another dram of Yamazaki.

"So very close…"

—

Gael's fingers wrapped around the barbell. Five hundred pounds of dead weight sat on the floor of his fully equipped home gym.

"Let's go!" his personal trainer thundered, clapping his hands. "You got this, pal!"

Gael breathed in. He breathed out. He tried to tune out the day ahead, but thoughts of The Hotwife Games crashed into his consciousness, over and over…

"Come on!" continued Will. "Time to rack up a new max!"

For a rather specific reason, Will's presence didn't exactly help clear Gael's mind. But he curled his fingers tighter around the bar, straightened his spine, and hoisted.

The shirtless star roared out. Sweat drenched his back as he deadlifted to his max capacity.

"That's it, buddy! Five hundred!" Will clapped his hands together. "Three more!LET'S GO!"

No doubt Will was a great trainer. He knew his stuff, he planned exhausting workouts, he was good company, and his presence was sufficiently motivating. But those reasons had nothing to do with why Gael had flown him out on his private jet, all the way from London.

Will had come in just a month ago.

A week after Will's heated affair with his last client… Diana…

For which reason Gael had to keep him close by. It was all part of an intricate plan…

The ripped movie star roared out as he repped another three deadlifts.

—

The limousine ride to the set of the Games that afternoon had a different quality than the previous evening's trip. Rakesh and Diana still sat silently in the back, but her left hand was wrapped in his fingers. Her head cradled on his right shoulder, and she stared ahead in quiet contemplation.

Rakesh, meanwhile, gazed vacantly out through the tinted limo windows, the canyon views fading to a blur. He let his new reality sink in…

He was so preoccupied with the notion of Diana's newfound, freewheeling infidelity, so caught up in his own arousal at catching her cheating with the hotel doorman, that he barely noticed they were driving far off course from the usual Hotwife Games location.

The chauffeur was presently wending up the hills of Topanga, and it was only when he pulled a hard left onto a secluded dirt road that Rakesh looked out of the window.

Where are we going?he thought.

In a few minutes, Rakesh and Diana were led across a small, private airstrip at the summit of the scrub-shrouded mountain.

Over a single day, the couple had seen and experienced many profoundly new things—and yet, they had to share a mutual glance at the sight of the twin Cessna emblazoned with the Hotwife Games logo. Gold lines shone on the tail of the small plane: The outline of open female lips, accepting a pair of male phalluses.

The two boarded the sleek, four-seater aircraft. Chloe, the perky young show assistant, was waiting inside the passenger door with a tray of champagne.

"Hi," she beamed. "Ready for an adventure?"

Soon, the small jet was sailing over the L.A. beach cities and up the golden California coast. Then it bore left, and cut a line over the Pacific. Diana and Rakesh looked out at the dazzling blues of the ocean. The sea reflected the sun in gleaming cobwebs, phosphorescent in the late afternoon light.

The couple turned their gaze from the arresting view. Diana looked at Rakesh's face, aglow in the golden sunlight. The two shared a deep, intimate look.

Whatever adventures Day Two of the Games held, they were going to weather them together…

Rakesh hoped.

—

Gael's own Beechcraft touched down on Isla Miranda by late afternoon. Heatwaves cascaded up around the light aircraft's jets, refracting views of the tropical vegetation that covered the tiny island.

Miranda was a small, emerald-hued atoll in a little Pacific archipelago that was once ruled by the Portuguese Duchess Braganza. Now the coral-fringed ball of land belonged to a mysterious private owner who controlled a swathe of islands from the Pacific to the Indian Ocean. This particular one was currently occupied by the studio that owned The Hotwife Games.

Gael alighted from the plane, stretching out after the two-hour journey. His friend Benny trailed after, fiddling with his cellphone with a furrowed brow. The two entered the limousine that was waiting for them.

The car cut through a thin road carved into the lush tropical forests. They were headed for the far edge of the island.

As before, Benny noticed that his friend looked deeply preoccupied. Benny studied Gael grimly.

"Yo," Benny said, finally. "I gotta ask you something, man…"

"Yes," Gael replied, preempting the inquisition. "Yes, I do know what I'm doing here. Yes, I'm aware that appearing on a sleazy, streaming show for hot-wives means I'm literally risking everything I have—My career, my money, my fame. Yes, I've thought about it, and yes, it's about Diana. And yes… I'm gonna go through with it."

"Oh," Benny said. "I was gonna ask… Do you have a phone charger?"

Gael looked at his friend.

"Shut your ass up, man," he said.

—

EXT. ISLA MIRANDA—TENTAÇÃO BEACH—LATE AFTERNOON

A DRONE SHOT slices over the dazzling white sand fringing the tiny private island. Tall tropical palms stretch to the clear afternoon sky. The translucent water in the ringed coral reef is gentle and iridescent with mingling, multicolored fish.

Our VIEW settles on a busy stretch of sand.

A LOGO FADES INTO VIEW: The outline of female lips, accepting a pair of male phalluses. "THE HOTWIFE GAMES".

Mounted cameras circle on cranes and jibs. A pared-down STUDIO AUDIENCE watch in a circle, on rows of thatch chairs. Green cabanas sit around the periphery of the set.

JESSICA and CHRIS address the audience from the center of the beach, on microphones. On the white sand behind them are two couples in neutral beach kimonos: PATTI and KARL, and DIANA and RAKESH.

Day Two of the Hotwife Games begins…

—

"Welcome to Day Two!" Jessica announced, wearing a scanty black bikini that popped off her substantial curves. "On the second day of our current round of the Hotwife Games, we are in the beautiful tropical paradise of Isla Miranda… And just two of our three couples remain. And their resolve is about to be tested very, very hard…"

"So very hard indeed," Chris said hammily, pressing up behind his co-host-slash-wife. "In fact, I'm already hard as a rock!"

"I can feel that," Jessica said. She wriggled against her husband in his tight swim shorts, and the small audience chuckled. She leaned back and kissed him wetly. The audience cheered.

"And," Jessica finally said, pulling away from the kiss with a sigh, "Along with Diana, Rakesh, Patti, and Karl—we also have a special, small V.I.P. studio audience, who all paid top dollar to be here."

"For very good reason," Chris said. He ran his hands over Jessica's shapely body. "Because these fine folks all get to partake in our special Winners' Ceremony… The Sluts' Ball!"

Behind the hosts, Rakesh squeezed Diana's hand tightly. His body thrummed with nerves. He knew today involved the penultimate challenge, and he knew that the Games always upped the ante here as it was the last showdown between the final couples… He wondered if the two of them would be able to handle the raised stakes.

"But more on that later… Now let's begin this exciting new challenge—a little something we call—X Marks the Spot!"

The audience cheered excitedly. Even to aficionados of the Hotwife Games, this was a new challenge altogether—and the audience's anticipation was palpable. Sensual music swelled as two pretty show assistants came out holding long, silk blindfolds.

Diana grinned nervously, squeezing Rakesh's hand tight. Patti smiled, calm as still water. The assistants tied the blindfolds around the eyes of the two women, and knotted them behind their heads.

"And for the 'X' in the X Marks the Spot challenge… " Jessica teased. "Let's welcome out our very special guests!"

A crane lifted the long plywood partition to the side of the set. The audience gasped and cheered.

A dozen nude men were waiting behind it…

The men had been divided into two groups of six, with a few feet between the groups. Rakesh squinted, not understanding at first. Diana merely shivered behind her blindfold, wondering what the audience's reaction was all about. She squeezed tighter on her husband's hand.

"Go on fellas… " Chris said, "Circle up… around your beautiful ex!"

Rakesh's eyes saucered as the pieces fell into place. He looked closer, suddenly recognizing a number of faces as the two groups of men moved up and around them. One of the groups surrounded Rakesh and Diana, and as Rakesh's gaze traveled around them, he recognized at least four of the six men.

They were Diana's ex-boyfriends…

They were the 'Ex' in the X Factor.

Rakesh swallowed audibly. Diana's heart thumped, too, as she felt the heat of the six bodies gathering around her and Rakesh. She was putting together what Chris had just said. Were these really her ex-boyfriends, now standing around her?

Rakesh glanced around. He saw Patti was similarly surrounded by six men. All six of the men around Patti were dark-skinned, muscular brown or black men. She seemed to have a type, with the exception of her husband Karl. Karl stroked a hand over his supermodel wife's ass excitedly, looking around and growing hard under his beach kimono.

The naked men surrounding Diana and Rakesh, however, were of different shapes and sizes. Rakesh recognized a tall, fairly good-looking man, Ashok, who he knew Diana had dated her senior year of college. He also recognized a short white Brit named Ken, a wiry Norwegian with glasses whose name he couldn't recall, and a handsome, light-skinned Indian man named Vineet. He had seen social media photos of them all, and briefly met Ashok at Diana's college reunion.

Rakesh didn't know the other two. One was a white guy around Diana's age with a trim, athletic physique. The other man was slightly portly with a salt-and-pepper beard, and, surprisingly, looked to be around his fifties. Rakesh looked on inquisitively. He presumed that they, too, were Diana's exes whose names he must have heard at some point—though she had never mentioned dating someone that much older.

While Diana's exes all looked different, they did seem to have one thing in common. Between their legs, their naked cocks hung semi-hard. They were all well-sized, above average in length…

With the exception of Rakesh's average-sized cock, Diana had a type too…

With a curious jolt, Rakesh realized he didn't see Gael among the men…

"Now, hubbies, go ahead and take off your wives' robes, while we explain the rules."

Rakesh shook with anticipation. The challenges so far had involved solely strangers and audience members. Now, however, his wife was surrounded by her actual ex-boyfriends—men with whom she had shared a deep emotional connection before she had even met Rakesh. The Hotwife Games were definitely upping the stakes.

He tried to hide the feelings of jealousy wriggling in his belly as he undid Diana's robe. He pulled it off her shoulders and it dropped to the sand.

Underneath, both Diana and Patti were wearing fishnet lingerie. Their beautiful bodies were all but completely exposed—only thin netting criss-crossed over their supple flesh.

Diana felt her heart flutter as she exposed herself. She realized her nearly naked body was being watched closely by a group of men she had once loved or at least liked a lot individually. Men she had satisfied in all kinds of ways… the thought rippled down to her sex with a jolt of pleasure.

Rakesh's jealousy, however, boiled up into his throat as he watched Diana's exes ogle her basically nude body.

Her breathing quickened as she felt the warm island air on her skin. She still couldn't see anything behind the dark blindfold, and the anticipation was driving her crazy.

"So as you can see," Chris addressed the studio audience and the cameras. "Our competing wives cannot see their exes. We had to narrow it to just six of their ex-boyfriends, since both our hotties have dated around quiite a bit…"

The audience chuckled.

"But they won't know which is which, and we've instructed the men not to say a single word!"

"But," Jessica continued. "Diana and Patti are competing to make them cum first… So the faster the wives can identify who they are—by their cocks, by their bodies, or by how they touch—the faster they can use what they know about them to make them shoot the quickest."

Diana's exes devoured her with their eyes—her shapely ass, her tits, her pretty lips. Yes, they all had fond—and very dirty—memories of this gorgeous ex of theirs.

Rakesh could see their cocks growing as Jessica explained the challenge. He held his arm jealously around his wife's waist.

"For each ex they make cum," Chris explained, "That wife gets an X on the board—"

A large electronic screen was mounted some feet up the beach, with a scoreboard showing Patti and Diana's names.

"And whoever gets six X's first—wins!"

"And whoever that is, moves to our final double-or-nothing bonus round with a super-special guest… where they can double their prize money to over a million and a half dollars!"

The audience cheered at the outrageous sum. Diana's exes looked just as excited. They stroked their dicks in anticipation, all the while ogling Diana's body.

No doubt reliving past memories, Rakesh thought angrily, of hot sex with my wife…

"Wives and husbands—are we ready?" Chris asked.

The blindfolded wives nodded. Unlike Rakesh, Karl seemed enlivened by the prospect of the Sluts Ball. He pawed Patti's ass hungrily with one hand as he scanned her exes' large, throbbing penises that surrounded them.

"And… go!"

—

The Moleskine pad sits to the side of the shining laptop.

The hands type. Their pace is urgent, rapid, controlled.

Keys are struck with ambient ferocity.

She must finish this before the Big Event.

The Celebration. The Arrival.

"And yes," she thinks, "There will be time to tell them all the truth…"

But for now, she must finish…

—

Diana fell to her knees in the white sand.

"Who's first?" she asked.

The young hot-wife was going to waste no time. She had a clean strategy in mind. She was going to give each of her ex-boyfriends a blowjob. Briskly, she'd suck their cockheads in front of her watching husband, and listen for the man's groan.

Surely, she reasoned, she'd instantly recognize the vocal quality of all her exes. After all, she had dated them for a reasonable period—some for a few months, a few for a couple of years. Then she'd use what that specific ex-boyfriend of hers liked most sexually, to drive him to a rapid, hot orgasm… preferably all over her face, for Rakesh's sake.

Diana's exes stood around glowing with excitement. They couldn't wait to have their cocks sucked by their sluttiest, hottest ex-girlfriend. And to gang-bang her like this, in front of her husband, was the perverted icing on the cake.

Her tall, lanky ex Ashok stepped forward the fastest. He was holding his thick rod by the base, and wagging it in Rakesh's wife's face. Rakesh sucked in air.

Diana felt the heat of the hard, excited dick near her lips. She felt her heart beat with an excitement she had only known since The Hotwife Games had first begun.

She reached up and curled her fingers around the hard cock. She inhaled. The beautiful hot-wife bit her lip and lightly stroked the shaft. Like some kind of cock connoisseur, she felt for its size and shape in her hand.

Diana's forehead scrunched and she tugged more firmly on the hard cock. Ashok stifled a grunt. Diana had handled so many dicks in her young life, that she just couldn't tell whose dick this was…

Rakesh watched his beautiful wife in staggered awe. There she was, kneeling in the sand next to him, blindfolded and stroking off her ex. He felt a jealous twinge rise as Diana took a deep inhale of her ex's meat. Then she put the bulging head in her mouth.

Diana swirled her tongue around her ex-boyfriend's cock-head, trying to invoke some kind of taste memory. There was certainly something familiar about the rich, salty pre-cum in her mouth, but nothing that brought to mind a specific face.

Diana gripped the thick cock harder and sucked briskly down the shaft. Her ex groaned out in pleasure.

A rumbling, basso groan floated up from his belly. Instantly, Diana placed the voice—It was Ashok! Her strategy was working…

Diana put phase two of her plan into effect. She quickly scanned her memory for Ashok's particular kinks and interests. An image flashed into her mind…

—

Nineteen.

We are nineteen.

The world is

cracked open before us

A sandlot of possibilities…

And here I am, in his car

Sucking his long, thick cock.

One of the first I will suck…

Not the very first

And certainly—ha!

Very far from the last…

The wan lights of the garage

Outside our college dorm

Cast gray-white shadows through the windshield

Over my bobbing young face

And his nice, long, young cock.

I discover that

I love giving head…

And I let my throat open

Pushing down

And down

Deeper and deeper

Till my nose hits his pubic bone

He moans out

Low and rumbling

In that deep voice

"Diana…"

He moans

And in seconds

He jettisons

A huge, juicy load

Deep

Into my eager throat…

—

Yes! Diana recalled excitedly. She had deep-throated Ashok in that parking garage in college. Deepthroating had always driven him wild, and he'd instantly shoot a huge load into her throat…

Rakesh's wife shifted onto her haunches. She worked her mouth rapidly over her ex's swollen member, coating it with saliva from the base to the tip. Rakesh watched as Ashok threw his skull back and moaned—almost caterwauling—holding Diana by the head. Rakesh felt a sick jealousy as his wife's ex used her mouth. Yet his cock stood out, hard, naked and aroused, visible to everyone on that beach.

Diana swiftly bobbed her mouth up and down, producing a series of pornographic gagging sounds. Around her, her exes groaned with arousal, lightly stroking their own shafts.

Then Diana pushed her face all the way down to her ex-boyfriend's balls. She took his cock into her throat.

"Fuck," Ashok hissed through gritted teeth. He knew he wasn't supposed to speak, but the sensation of Diana's exquisite mouth deep-throating him had overrun all of his filters. Diana ran her nails over his swollen balls. She felt them dance.

She knew her hot ex was about to cum.

The gorgeous slut-wife whisked her mouth off his cock. "Cum for me, Ashok," she said. "Cum for your naughty Diana…"

Diana pointed his bulging rod at her face. Ashok groaned out and his cock spasmed in her hand. Rakesh watched with wide eyes as Diana's ex shot a load all over his wife's lips and chin.

Diana smiled up at her handsome ex-boyfriend, basking in the sensation of her face being covered.

The second he groaned out his last drop of cum, she gently nudged him back. He staggered backwards, his hard dick shiny and dripping cum.

An X lit up on the board, under Diana's name.

All business, Diana instantly turned on her knees and crooked her finger in a come-hither motion. "Next," she said, through a mouth covered in cum.

Rakesh watched, his jaw working overtime. His balls pulled up as his erection grew.

Two of his wife's exes stepped forward. One was the older, portly, bearded man, whose name Rakesh didn't know. He was ferociously stroking his long, thin cock, obviously very excited by the erotic sight of Diana on her knees. The other man was Ken, an old coworker of Diana's whom she had dated the year before she met Rakesh.

Rakesh had to step back as the two men surrounded his kneeling wife. The older man briefly looked over at Rakesh, then placed his hard cock in front of her inviting face. Now the blindfolded slut-wife was flanked by the two erect dicks of men she used to date.

Diana reached out and held the two bulging rods in her soft hands—the bearded man's slender dick, and the young athlete's shorter but more girthy erection. Both their cocks were inches from her face.

Rakesh couldn't believe he was watching his wife lovingly masturbate two of her ex-boyfriends. His dick pushed out angrily from his crotch, growing thicker and harder as he watched Diana expertly stroke the two swollen hard-ons she had serviced and loved years ago.

Diana bit her lip.

"I'm going to suck their cocks, baby," she said to Rakesh.

Speedily, Diana began to suck both hard rods, alternating from side to side. She was giving her husband—and the audience—a wicked performance, but a large part of her mind was occupied in trying to determine who they were.

As she ran her tongue over the swollen head, Diana had a sense that the longer, thinner dick belonged to an old professor of hers at college, whom she had secretly dated for only a few months. A naughty thrill chased up between her legs as she grew more certain.

Yes, she thought, This was Prakash… the economics professor she used to fuck.

She played with the older man's balls, fondling them in her fingers. She heard a moan rumble up from Prakash's belly, and the sound confirmed his identity for her.

Instantly, she knew what would get her secret ex to shoot quickly.

—

The library on campus.

Dark wood paneling.

The smell of books and leather.

Outside,

A sunny

Spring

Day.

The far corner of the east wing

Is deserted at this post-lunch hour

But someone

Could certainly walk by

At any second…

I'm on my knees

In front of my excited professor

His big, swollen balls

In my mouth.

He groans

For his slutty little student

His bad Diana…

I look up at him.

An innocent gleam

Dancing in my pupils.

I ask,

"Does Daddy like

His little slut?"

He grits his teeth.

I wriggle my tongue

Over his sac.

"Daddy loves his

Hot little slut…"

He grunts.

I feel his balls dance.

Daddy's going to cum for me…

"Cum for your bad girl, Daddy… " I say.

"Cum all over my face…"

I swipe his balls all over

Just the way he likes.

He wanks faster

Over my naughty grin.

We hear footsteps

Beyond the nearest shelf.

My heart races

And I hear his.



"Quickly, Daddy…"

I whisper.

"Before they see you cover your slut…"



I lick. I suck.

I tickle his balls.



"Give me all your cum, Daddy…"



He swallows a roar

And he shoots

Wet, sticky cum

In hot ropes

Over my face…



I love how much older he is.



He loves watching his cum

Cover his bad little slut

Here in the library.



He should not be fucking

His hot college student

And I should not be fucking

him



Yet Daddy is covering me in cum…



The footsteps get closer.

I have to hide

My cum-soaked face

Before someone sees.



I quickly rise, purring out,

"Thank you, Daddy…"



—

On the white sand of Tentação beach, Diana vibrated with excitement.

Watched by her horny husband, she thrilled to the thought of making her ex-lover cum. And now, she knew just how to go about it…

"Daddy… " she asked innocently. "Do you want to cum for your bad slut?"

She heard Prakash groan out. She was stroking both her exes' hard dicks, but she leaned forward. She sucked intimately on her old professor's balls. She moaned into his hairy sac, inhaling her ex-lover's sweaty balls.

Rakesh jerked off jealously. He swallowed his shock at Diana's hot dirty talk.

"Please, Daddy," Diana said. "Cum for me… Cum for me like you did when I came by for office hours…"

Rakesh's cock throbbed dangerously in his grip. He was putting two and two together, realizing Diana had once carried on a hot, illicit affair with her college professor. And clearly, their play together had involved a daddy fetish.

"Yes… " Prakash intoned. Like Akash, he couldn't resist talking, despite the game's guidelines. "Daddy's going to cum on his little slut…"

Diana squealed, feeling her pussy soak with juice.

"Thank you, Daddy," she moaned. "Daddy is so nice to spray my face in front of his little slut's husband… Spray, Daddy… Shoot, Daddy… Give me some sticky cum to eat, Daddy… Plleeaassee, Daddy…"

Prakash grunted out hard and sprayed her face.

Rakesh watched with stunned arousal as Diana's professor added thick ounces of cum, to the already sizable load dripping over her blindfold. Rakesh's wife really was a cum-covered slut.

"Mmm," Diana moaned, enjoying the hot semen pouring over her pretty face. "Thank you, Daddy…"

A second X lit up on Diana's board. They had taken a nice, clean lead over Patti. As before, Rakesh felt oddly proud of his depraved wife.

Conscious of time, Diana instantly turned and sucked on her other ex's dick. The man Rakesh recognized as Ken wasn't responding quite as much, just yet. Diana hadn't seemed to recognize him from his cock. She hadn't yet formulated a plan to short-cut his orgasm. And she needed one, soon.

Rakesh glanced over at Patti.

The rival hot-wife seemed to be using a different strategy altogether. Unlike Diana's one-ex-at-a-time tactic, Patti was on all fours. One of her ex-boyfriends was pounding in her pussy, another was in her mouth, and she was busily stroking another ex off. Her husband Karl stayed close nearby, kissing and stroking her face while she got plowed by the three gorgeous black men she used to date.

None of them had cum yet, however, while Diana had already racked up two X's on the illuminated light-board. Rakesh reasoned proudly that Diana had definitely found the superior method.

Yet, Ken didn't seem to be responding as quickly as Diana wanted. She still wasn't sure whom the meaty cock in her mouth belonged to—after all, she'd had a lot more ex-boyfriends than The Hotwife Games had brought on the show.

Growing desperate, Diana swiftly deep-throated him like she had taken Akash. She worked her lips around his cock and pushed down until the shaft popped into her throat. Diana's nose pushed into his pubes. Gutturally, her ex-boyfriend groaned out.

"Shit, Di," Ken whispered.

Diana laughed out gleefully around the beefy dick in her throat. Instantly, she identified the man she was fellating. She sure had a talent for this.

Diana worked her mouth up over Ken's shaft with a wet gurgle. She knew just what to do to get him off.

Rakesh looked on surprised as Diana pulled her legs from under her. With her feet on the sand, the blindfolded hot-wife leaned back onto her hands. She raised one shapely leg up in the air.

Rakesh was confused. But Diana heard Ken gasp, and she knew she'd picked the right path.

Diana's foot edged forward, searching for its erotic target…

—

Black stockings,

A jet-black thong,

A black lace bra,

And dark heels

On my pretty feet



Are all that I'm wearing.

My hands are on my hips.

My gaze is cast downwards.

My boyfriend is all on fours

On his kitchen floor.



Dirty little Ken

Worships my feet

With his tongue.



He strokes his cock hard and fast

As he bathes my pretty toes

With every hungry lick



Two puddles of cum

Are already on the floor



But he can't resist

My sexy toes.



He sprays again…



—

The memory flashed naughtily through Diana's mind as she moved her foot forward to service Ken once more on The Hotwife Games.

Her soft toes found his erection. Diana giggled naughtily, letting her toes curl and stroke Ken's hard shaft.

She felt the hard dick jump at her foot's soft touch. Ken groaned out deeply…

And almost instantly, Ken came all over Diana's feet. Hit thick cream shot out, dripping all over the hot wife's pretty toes. She wriggled them, savoring the slimy feeling.

Rakesh's surprise swelled unabated. His wife really knew just how to get off her ex-boyfriends. She was knocking them out, one by one.

"Incredible!" Chris announced. "Our beautiful hot-wife Diana has a clear lead over Patti, after making three of her ex-boyfriends shoot…"

As he spoke, a third X shone up on the board underneath Diana's name.

Patti had still hit no targets. She was now desperately sucking two men back and forth while her other ex rode her hard from behind. All four were sweating profusely from the energetic spit-roasting. Karl was still kneeling, kissing Patti's pretty cheeks as she sucked the two cocks.

Sure, a part of Rakesh felt incredibly jealous as his cum-splattered wife moved on to her next ex. But he was thrilled that they were winning.

—

Hidden in the green shade of a cabana, Gael watched the action unfolding thirty feet away.

The movie star reclined on the padded deck chair. His muscular frame lounged nude. He lightly fondled the massive semi-hard-on between his legs.

He was still digesting the fact that his sexy ex-girlfriend Diana was finally right there in front of him… Mere yards away…

And she had no idea he was watching her. It had been years since they'd seen each other in person… And now she was blindfolded, surrounded by a cadre of her ex-boyfriends and making them all shoot cum, one after the next. The sight alone had Gael's cock throbbing with excitement. And, it was stirring some other emotions.

His attention was suddenly diverted. Somebody was walking up the beach towards the cabana.

Jessica, the co-host of The Hotwife Games, sauntered over the dazzling sand in Gael's direction. Her stunning, hourglass figure was an undulating silhouette in the early evening light. She looked incredible in her revealing, skin-tight, black bikini. Her taut tummy showed the sides of her abs, and the sight was thrilling to the lounging movie star.

Jessica moved closer. She had an inviting, naughty smile on her face.

Seeing her approach, Gael shucked his Marc Jacobs sunglasses. He sat up in his seat and they shook hands.

"Hi," Jessica said, with her electric smile. She put a hand on her hip, accentuating her deliciously curvy body. At the same time, she drank in the sight of Gael's sexy, naked physique that bulged with muscle in all the right places.

"Hey," he replied. "Fun out there, huh?"

"It sure is," Jessica said. "Your ex puts on quite a show."

Gael looked over at Diana, who was fellating another of her boyfriends. He reluctantly let his attention cede from her, and back to the beautiful, semi-naked woman in front of him.

Gael kept his deep, brown eyes fixed on Jessica's. A heat rose between their fit, exposed bodies. Jessica blushed as she sensed Gael's manhood hardening.

"My, um, husband is taking care of the hosting duties at the moment," she said, casting a look down.

"Interesting," Gael replied. He didn't let his eyes leave hers.

"By the way," Jessica said with an abashed grin, "I'm a big fan of your work."

"Really?" Gael said. "Thanks. I'm a fan of yours. And… there's something I've wanted to do since I saw the first episode of your show."

Jessica looked at the ripped movie star in silence. Slowly, he rose from his seat. His now semi-engorged cock hung down ripe and swollen, a large cylinder between his muscular thighs.

Gael reached out and put a hand on Jessica's waist. She gasped lightly. Then she smiled.

"I want you so fucking bad," he said.

He kissed her deeply. Their bodies pressed against each other. Heated, Jessica removed her top. Gael whisked down her bikini bottoms.

"We have to be quick," Jessica said between rich kisses. "I have to wrap up the round as soon as it ends… mmph… and you might be… mmm… needed, if Diana wins… " She pulled backwards. "And… well, Chris doesn't really like me fooling around behind his back."

Gael smiled, taking in her shapely contours and stunning face. Jessica's naked body was finally his. He didn't care if he had to be quick—he was going to milk every second.

He turned her onto the cushioned chaise, away from him. He smacked her beautiful ass. He bent her over. Jessica gasped.

Gael knelt down. He breathed in the scent of her wet sex. The beautiful woman's breath quickened, as fresh juices drenched her quim.

All day the co-host had watched other hot-wives suck and fuck…

Now, it was her turn.

Gael leaned in and lapped at her pussy. He moaned out at Jessica's taste, relishing the feeling as she groaned her pleasure. Gael expertly twisted his tongue over her lips and clit, drawing surprised gasps from his sexy new lover.

"Oh, fuck," Jessica moaned. She had never felt a tongue as skilled as the one currently dancing over her clit—and she had slept with not just many men, but several women to boot. And still this hot young movie star was in a totally different league. The sensation was phenomenal.

Just as she felt a climax warming in her loins, Gael dragged his tongue wetly off her sex. He slicked it up to the puckered asshole between her firm, curvy cheeks.

Jessica gasped anew as Gael ate her asshole.

And then, just as rapidly, the hot star was off his knees and standing behind her. His massive dick pressed up against her soaking hole. It was rock-hard, and ready.

Jessica had never felt something so big breach her pussy-hole. She turned, breathing heavily with excitement.

"Fuck me, baby," she said.

Gael slapped her ass hard. He grasped her ass cheeks with clawed fingers. He had been turned on all afternoon by his slutty ex's antics. Now, this stunning fantasy-fuck of his was bent over in front of him, and he needed her badly. Jessica felt his pre-cum coat her drenched hole.

Gael pushed his gigantic, hard cock into Jessica's naked pussy.

"Holy fuck," Jessica gasped.

Gael growled primally. He grasped the roots of her hair and fucked Jessica hard and fast.

—

Diana seemed at a loss.

She was three X's in—halfway to the finish line and in a huge lead over the sexy model Patti. Yet, she had no clue how to identify the ex she was currently sucking off. He wasn't even groaning as she blew his fat, hard dick. Diana was stumped.

Rakesh watched as the stockiest of his wife's exes fought back a moan. Diana ran a hand over her ex's naked thigh, up over his now sizable belly which bumped her bouncing head.

From the middle of her circle of exes, Patti squealed. Rakesh turned to their opponents' circle.

And he felt his stomach sink…

Right there in front of Patti's husband, two of Patti's exes were shooting over her face and gigantic tits. The two men's cum, teased and coaxed from their balls at length, showered stickily over the gorgeous model's pretty face and body.

Then, seconds later, her third ex groaned from the sight. He whipped his cock from her pussy, stroking hard and fast.

"Fuck, Patti, you are such a slut… " he said to his ex-girlfriend. And he unloaded his sperm onto her tight ass.

The board lit up with X's. Now, an equal number shone under Patti's and Diana's names.

In a matter of seconds, the two hot-wives had become even.

"Shit," Rakesh said to Diana, urgency in his voice. "She just got three X's…"

Diana felt desperate as she swallowed her ex-boyfriend's shaft down to his balls. She still heard no groan. She was doing her best work, but her elusive ex stayed deliberately tight-lipped.

Instead, another rich masculine groan sounded from Patti's circle. Rakesh whipped around, and his jaw dropped. Patti was on her knees, her husband Karl pressing his naked cock up behind her. Yet another of her exes moaned out, shooting a hot load over her blindfolded face.

"Unbelievable!" declared Chris. "A rapid fourth X on the board for our hot-wife Patti, who is now in the lead over Diana… What do you reckon, Jessica?" Chris paused, scanning around for his wife. "Jessica?"

Shit, Rakesh swore. He watched Diana work her lips wetly up and down over her portly ex's shaft, still eliciting no reaction. In a few seconds, Patti had taken the lead. Clearly, she'd had a strong strategy, and it was paying off.

Diana racked her brain as she swallowed her mystery ex's shaft… running through the rolodex of the many men she'd fucked and dated.

Suddenly, an uncanny thought occurred to her.

Perhaps the man had gained some weight, Diana reasoned. That's why she didn't even recognize his body as her hand roamed over him!

She had a flash of insight. Could this be… Dario?

Rakesh watched as Diana released his dick from her mouth. It swung out, bobbing obscenely in the beach air, near her wet lips. Diana reached down and gave his swollen balls a tender kiss.

Rakesh rubbed on his own cock. His wife had her ex's bulging hard-on sitting over her blindfolded face.

With another intimate kiss on his scrotum, Diana pressed her breasts against her ex's thighs. She rose up from her knees, sliding her curvy body over his. When she was up on her feet, her face almost level with his, he reached around and squeezed her ass.

Diana planted a deep kiss on her ex's lips. She wriggled her body against his. Rakesh watched jealously, as Diana clearly enacted an intimacy she had once enjoyed with this man.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Diana whispered. She ground her hips into him, mashing his thick hard-on into her taut belly. "Or would this… feel better?"

Achingly slowly, Diana turned her body around, making sure her soft skin never broke contact with her ex's.

What is she doing? Rakesh wondered. We don't have time to spare…

His eyes shifted briefly to Patti, several yards away. She had repositioned herself on her back, getting ready for a double-header from her remaining two ex-boyfriends.

Diana's ass now pressed up into Dario's meaty shaft. She bent forward, capturing the bulging head between her cheeks. It pushed up through the holes in the fishnet outfit, massaging into her asshole.

Dario groaned out loud.

Diana smiled…

—

My first corporate job.



In the office—



I have teased him all day.



Bending over in front of the Keurig,

Letting him admire my skirt-clad ass.



Brushing against him in the break room,

My ass moving over the bulge in his pants.



Adjusting my breasts across from him

At the big investor meeting.



Diana,

The sexy new employee.



And now, at the end of the day,

I am in his office,



I have given myself to him.



On my knees.

Sucking his cock.



Letting him feel

What he was desperate to feel

All day,

And

What I have craved…



Diana,

The dirty little office slut.



I suck his balls,

Lick his hairy sac,

Swirl my tongue around his

Fat cockhead.



Then, with acrobatic glee,

I turn and drop

To all fours.



I whisk my skirt up over my waist.

I'm wearing no panties,

And I'm as wet

As a riverbed.



But I tell him that's not where I want him…



"Fuck my ass,"

I say.



I smack a firm cheek

For emphasis.



He is beside himself,

But swift to obey the command.

So swift—



And hastily,



His fat, squat cock

Is cramming into my asshole.



And just as quickly,



He moans

And sprays his seed…

—

As the sun set slowly over Isla Miranda, Diana pushed her ass back into her ex-boyfriend. Her asshole swallowed the head of his dick.

Rakesh watched with bulging eyes as her ex shut his eyes tight, trying to control his building orgasm. But Dario's balls contracted nonetheless.

"Fuck!" he groaned. Diana grinned and wiggled her tight asshole over his cockhead, teasing him.

"You like that, Dario?" Diana teased. "Your naughty co-worker Diana's tight little asshole? You missed it… didn't you?"

Dario swore again, screaming out. He grabbed Diana's hips and bucked his own hips, hard. His fat belly bounced and slapped against Diana's rear as he fucked her ass for all he was worth.

"You missed fucking me, didn't you? In the break room after work? On top of your desk? Hmm?" Diana moaned as he fucked her rear hole. "Anal at lunch…"

Dario roared, and spewed his cum into his ex's tight little ass.

Diana squealed out and grabbed Rakesh's shoulders for support. Rakesh felt strange, helping to keep his wife's balance while her ex-boyfriend came inside her ass. But he knew it was for them both—and cheered internally as another X lit up on the board.

Diana leaned into Rakesh. She kissed him deeply on the mouth. She felt jets of semen fill her tight asshole. It made her feel incredibly aroused to take her ex's load in her ass while making out lovingly with her husband.

It was now four to four. The game was close…

Dario withdrew his dick from the vice-grip of his ex-girlfriend's ass. Rakesh looked over his wife's shoulder as cum spilled wetly from her stretched hole. The sight was obscene, but it made his dick twitch hard.

Dario felt Diana's ass with his hands, giving it a final, wistful squeeze.

"Thanks, babe," he said. "I miss you."

"Mmm. Thanks for the hot load in my ass, baby," Diana said.

She kissed Dario, soft and tender.

"I miss you too," she said.

Dario staggered back into the circle. Rakesh felt a possessive twinge as his eyes darted down. The fat man's cum was leaking out of his wife's ass.

Diana's two remaining exes both stepped forward eagerly. The tall, handsome Indian man, Vineet, and the wiry Norwegian she'd briefly dated in college.

The nude men got on either side of Diana's wife and fondled her breasts. Rakesh didn't know all the details, but he knew that Vineet and Diana had ended on bad terms. He wondered what that checkered history would mean for this interaction.

As he glanced at the even scoreboard, he hoped their negative past wouldn't put the nail in their chances of winning.

But whatever had happened, it didn't seem to forestall Vineet's arousal. The lanky man pressed his hard cock into Diana's side as she turned to meet his mouth with her own. The second their lips touched, Diana knew it was him…

"This bastard," she thought of her ex. Yet, she took both men's dicks in her hands. She stroked them lightly up and down in her soft fingers.

She knew, immediately, what Vineet wanted most…

She pulled away from the kiss. In one motion, Rakesh's naughty wife bent down and grasped her ankles.

"I know what you want," she said from between her legs. "Take me, Vineet…"

—

I'm tied up.

Blindfolded.

Bent over.

Hands bound to ankles.

A tight belt around my wrists.

He slaps my ass, hard. I gasp.

He slaps it again.

"You want this fucking cock, bitch?" he says.

His tone is harsh, his low baritone abrasive.

And I love it…

"Yes, baby," I gasp. "Give me that dick. Please…"

My boyfriend wants me.

I'm his naughty, sexy slave.

Tied up for that cock.

And my drenched pussy needs it bad…

And in a second, Vineet's long rod is pressing up into me…

—

Rakesh watched with confusion as Diana held her ankles tightly on the beach.

Vineet got behind her and pressed his rigid cock against her ass cheeks.

"You want this, bitch?" he asked, slapping Diana's ass.

"Yes," Rakesh's wife replied breathlessly. "Please, baby… Fuck me in front of my husband."

Vineet seemed to relish these words. He looked at Rakesh, who was watching them horrified. And, grinning all the while at Rakesh, Vineet entered Diana's soaking snatch. Rakesh watched with wide eyes as his dark cock disappeared into his wife.

Instantly, Vineet started to fuck Diana hard. Diana's Norwegian ex couldn't help but masturbate, watching the hot slut take a dick while touching her toes. Vineet kept his eyes on Rakesh, seeming to get off on fucking his wife in front of him.

"I—yes!—fuck!—you bastard… " Diana moaned. "Take that fucking pussy… fucking asshole… fuck me in front of my husband…"

Vineet spanked Diana's ass hard, drilling his long, thick cock into her soaking, married pussy. Diana knew he wanted her to be submissive to him. That would get him off, so she would do it. Even if it meant humiliating her husband.

What she didn't know was that Rakesh couldn't help himself, either—he, too, began to stroke his cock as he watched Vineet fuck her hard.

Vineet looked over at Rakesh. He spanked Diana's ass.

"You like that, buddy?" he said. "I always loved fucking her like this…"

Diana turned towards Rakesh. She couldn't see him, but she felt his gaze as her asshole of an ex took her from behind. Through her blindfold, Diana imagined the look in her husband's eyes. The humiliation and the jealousy. She felt viciously naughty as the image got her off…

Diana began to cum.

"Yes!" the naughty wife moaned as she got fucked. "Take me, Vineet… I'm yours again…"

Vineet felt his balls throbbing. He'd watched his slutty ex take dick after dick, and his orgasm had been building for what felt like hours.

He pulled out quickly, aiming the throbbing head of his cock towards Diana's ass. Two giant ropes of cum spurted out, coating her already filled, puckered asshole.

"Fuck," he said, clenching his teeth. He sprayed another shot of sperm over Diana's cummy ass cheeks. "Look at that, dude… " he said to Rakesh. "Your wife loves my cum…"

Rakesh was hard. Forget it, he thought. He was going to indulge himself. He quickly shed his robe. Now naked, he jerked off harder, watching his slut wife as Vineet spunked over her ass.

"Yes, take that cum, Di… " Rakesh whispered to his wife.

Finally Vineet rubbed his dickhead into Diana's ass. He seemed to relish in pushing some cum inside her asshole.

Diana shocked Rakesh yet again. She released her ankles, turned, and dropped to her knees. She took Vineet's cum-lubed cock in her mouth.

Vineet groaned. Diana wished she could look into her husband's eyes as she sucked. She tilted her head in Rakesh's direction nonetheless, letting him savor the sight. She swirled her tongue around her ex's hard dick, cleaning the cum off its rotund head.

"Thanks, baby," Vineet said finally, with surprising tenderness. He smacked Diana's cheeks gently with the head of his bulging cock. "I miss fucking you. Look me up, okay?"

"You fucking bastard," Diana said.

Vineet laughed. He withdrew his softening meat.

"But I will look you up," Diana muttered. "I miss your cock too…"

Vineet grinned at Rakesh, and wagged his eyebrows. Rakesh felt anger flush in his cheeks—no wonder Diana hated this asshole's guts. He hoped she wasn't serious about looking him up. Then Vineet moved off.

Diana turned in Rakesh's direction. She licked her lips. Though she couldn't see her husband's face, she felt him watching her with a heated mix of jealousy, anger, and awe.

"One more big dick to go, baby," Diana whispered. "Aren't you proud of your slut?"

Rakesh didn't know how to respond. She had now taken the lead over Patti, and five X's shone up on the board versus the latter's four. Rakesh supposed the fact should have made him proud after all.

Diana's final ex-boyfriend, the muscular Norwegian man, massaged his cock slowly. He watched his beautiful ex eagerly as she turned towards him. Diana opened her mouth wide.

"Now where's my ex's big cock?" she asked, wriggling her tongue in the air.

The Norwegian helped her end the search. He stepped forward and slapped her tongue with the meaty head of his fat, hard shaft.

And right as his cock connected, another groan sounded from Patti's circle. Rakesh wheeled around.

"Shit," he intoned. Patti had just concluded an enthusiastic tit-fucking and her fifth ex was shooting his load all over her breasts. The busty model now had five X's on the board, quickly catching up to Diana.

"Big development!" Chris said. "Both hot-wives have merely one hot climax left to elicit, and the round will be theirs!… And, uh, seriously, has anyone seen my wife?"

—

"You'll have to be—oh!—out there—uh!—soon," Jessica said.

Jessica was bent over on all fours, with her toned, thick ass in the air. Gael was fucking her hard and fast from behind.

"Shit," Gael said, enjoying the feel of the stunning host's pussy gripping his dick. She was soaking wet, and her hot juices gushed all over his shaft. He wanted to shoot inside her, but he knew she was right.

"Also… fuck!" Jessica moaned. "Also—my husband's probably looking for me…"

—

Diana felt desperate when she realized Patti also had a single X remaining. She needed to make her ex-boyfriend, Helder, blow his load as swiftly as she possibly could.

She sucked his hard, pale dick with reckless abandon. She tickled his balls with her fingers. Rakesh watched, stricken, as Diana deep-throated Helder's big cock.

Then she reached between his beefy white legs with a curled finger. Diana reached up and teased her ex-boyfriend's asshole.

Helder groaned out loudly at the naughty sensation… but he still didn't cum.

Rakesh had to will himself not to look back as he heard Patti's final ex scream out her name, over and over whilst fucking her. The muscular man was clearly close to shooting—and the second he came, his ejaculation would jettison Diana and Rakesh right out of the competition.

Diana couldn't understand it. She was using her A-game, working Helder's cock and asshole in every way possible. And yet he didn't seem anywhere near as close to shooting as Patti's ex seemed to be.

She was rushing through the rolodex of images in her mind. Anything from their history together to hasten his orgasm. Both nothing seemed to stick.

And then her eyes went wide behind her blindfold.

A hidden memory flashed into her brain…

—

The music is deafening.

A strobe light pulses.

Young bodies dance—sway—kiss—grope—and play.

But the real party isn't in the crowded living room…

It's here, in the little bedroom.

I'm on my knees.

Dirty Diana.

Two men stand to either side.

My boyfriend Helder

And his friend…

I can't remember his name,

But perhaps I never even knew it…

All I care about

Is that his dick is out in front of my face.

And so is my boyfriend's.

They wanted to me to judge

Who was bigger…

So I said 'Show me'.

Now two nice, veiny cocks

Wag in front of my face

As the party rages outside…

I impulsively grab both

And stroke them.

Then

I suck.

I lick.

I swallow.

I'm a good,

Dirty little slut

For my boyfriend

and his friend…

Aren't I?

And then,

Just as impulsively

I take both dicks

And try to wrap my mouth around

Both the heads.

Helder's cock

Rubs wetly against his friend's cock-head.

And he gives a mighty groan.

No, a scream of pleasure…

His semen floods richly into my mouth…

—

Underneath her blindfold, Diana's eyes widened further. She had a plan. And, despite the ticking clock, she felt her scheme's naughty deliciousness rumble deep in her belly.

"Ra?" she called sweetly to her husband. "I need your help for this."

Rakesh was mystified by Diana suddenly addressing him.

"Huh?" he asked.

His curvy, kneeling wife crooked a finger at him.

"Come here," she commanded. "Now."

Rakesh moved closer. Diana curled her soft fingers around her husband's engorged shaft. With her other hand, she was rapidly stroking her beefy Norwegian ex-boyfriend. Diana gazed up in the direction of her husband. Even behind her blindfold, Rakesh could sense the wicked sparkle in her eye…

"Baby," she said, with a voice soaking with innocence. She gently stroked her husband's rod, and massaged her ex-boyfriend's somewhat larger cock. "I need to be very, very bad… But I have to make my ex cum… Is that okay?"

"Um… " Rakesh glanced around. He saw Patti getting close to making her own ex cum. He saw the evenly matched scoreboard. What choice did he have?

"Okay, baby," he replied. "But what are you—"

Without letting him finish, Diana took their cock-heads and pressed them up against each other, facing her. She spread her lips as wide as she could, and took the heads of both dicks in her mouth.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck, Diana baby!" Helder cried out in his crisp accent. His head lolled back on his shoulders as he felt his incredibly hot ex-girlfriend run her tongue all over his cock and her husband's.

Rakesh moaned out in shock. He could feel the groove of Diana's ex's pee-hole pressed up against his own—and more significantly, he could feel his wife's wet, slobbering tongue and hot lips around both.

If she could have, Diana would have giggled around the two meaty glans in her mouth. She knew she was torturing Helder with the pleasure—hitting just the kink she knew he needed. Meanwhile, she was making her husband buck his hips with shocked excitement as she pleasured the two cocks in her mouth.

Diana described fast, salivating circles around both the dicks. She used her hands to grip the base of both shafts tight. She knew she needed Helder's cum before Patti beat the buzzer. She'd baited the hook, and he'd taken it. But he wasn't there yet.

Her mind raced. She needed to get dirtier…

Diana pulled her mouth off her two lovers' throbbing cock-heads with a slobbery thwock.

She gripped both shafts tightly. She couldn't see her two lovers' cocks, but she felt how Helder's was slightly fatter, slightly longer in her grasp than her husband's. The naughtiness of it all had absolutely drenched her pussy.

She leant forward and laved both the men's balls, one by one, with erotic swirls of her tongue.

Rakesh and Helder both groaned. Rakesh felt like his whole body had fallen asleep apart from the hot sensation on his cock and balls. He was a passenger on a daring erotic ride that his naughty wife was never going to stop.

Diana withdrew her mouth. She put one hand on Rakesh's ass and edged her husband closer to her ex-lover.

She gripped the base of both shafts firmly between her forefingers and thumbs. She held them up, so each one was pointing at the sky at a right angle.

She grinned up at Rakesh. It was the naughtiest grin he'd seen in his life.

Then Diana began to massage the two cocks together.

Rakesh shouted out in shock.

"Honey, what are—" he started, almost leaping at the sensation of Diana's ex's cock. "What the fuck are you—"

The surrounding audience, which Rakesh had completely forgotten about, all took notice. They let out surprised, excited sounds at Diana's unbelievably depraved actions.

The hot-wife paid her husband no heed. She just needed her ex to shoot his sperm—and stat. And sure, this turned her on immensely.

She rubbed her ex's cock and her husband's dick faster against each other. Rakesh felt the bulging, large flesh of Diana's ex-boyfriend's cock stroke against his own.

Helder breathed out fast. He couldn't believe his hot ex was fulfilling his deepest kink. Diana really was a hot slut with men's cocks.

"Fuck," he exhaled.

"Cum for me, Helder… " Diana moaned. She felt a filthy, perverse chill of pleasure shoot down to her pussy as she manipulated the two dongs against each other. She could feel Helder's big, white cock pulsate against her husband's smaller dick. She gripped around their bases tighter, and rubbed the shafts faster together. She heard her ex pant and moan with unspeakable pleasure.

"Your wife's suuch a naughty lil' whore… isn't she, Ra?" she asked her husband. "I'm rubbing you against my ex's big hard cock… You like that? Feel how much bigger he is than you, baby…"

Rakesh closed his eyes and groaned, fighting off the strange, deviant sensations of pleasure. It felt wrong to enjoy Diana massaging his dick against her ex-boyfriend's, all in a bid to get her ex to cum. And yet, he felt his balls dance precipitously against Helder's balls, both sacs utterly filled with cum.

"And you, baby?" Diana asked her ex.

She leant forward as she furiously rubbed her ex's cock against her husband's. She slowly ran her tongue up from their balls, between the two cocks. She relished the salty taste of both lovers' full, rock-hard penises. She wished she had a free hand to play with her own clit.

"You like that? Hmm, naughty boy?" Diana inquired of her ex. Helder shuddered, feeling the heat rise up his shaft. He was incredibly close. His low wail of pleasure gave Diana her answer.

"You do," she giggled. "You love your naughty ex playing with two hard cocks, don't you? Show me, baby… Show your Diana…"

She pulled their shafts from each other's, letting just the head of Rakesh's cock press against Helder's bulging head. Pre-cum leaked over both cocks. Diana licked it off with a swipe of her tongue.

"Shoot that load for me… " Diana purred at her ex.

She had barely finished the words when Helder roared out. His dick bucked energetically. His whole body rumbled with the most intense orgasm of his life, and he began to shoot cum.

Rakesh looked down in absolute horror. Diana coaxed thick rockets of cum from her ex's dick… all over Rakesh's own, bulging cock. She aimed Helder's dick to make sure of it. Fat ropey globs of cum splattered directly over Rakesh's cock.

"Yes… " Diana giggled cruelly. Though blindfolded, she knew exactly what was happening when she heard Rakesh's gasp. "Spray your load for your slut… All over my husband's small cock…"

Helder shouted out ecstatically as he shot another viscous rope of cum, covering Rakesh's shaft. Rope after rope, he showered hot sperm over the cuckolded husband's hard dick and balls.

And Diana seemed to love it…

She purred in delight as a final rope of cum landed on her cuck husband's throbbing shaft. She could hear Rakesh's horrified gasps as his dick was drenched by her ex. With a longing moan, Diana rubbed their cockheads together, wiping off Helder's sperm onto Rakesh.

She knew she had won the round. She knew that she had humiliated her husband. But most of all, she had just beat out Patti…

—

We cut WIDE.

EXT. ISLA MIRANDA—EVENING

The audience, the two hosts, and even Patti's circle of exes, watch in stunned silence. Their necks are craned, looking at Diana with amazement.

Her husband stands in front of her with an almost comical horror all over his face. His cock is coated with the white cum Diana has just jerked from her ex's hard dick. Some slimy sperm drips off his hard rod, and falls into the sand.

With a little giggle, Diana leans forward and licks all along the length of his cum-coated dick…

—

"Mmm," Diana moaned, taking a long, delicious lick along her husband's cock, "So tasty…"

Rakesh felt like he was going to pass out. His hot-wife had just cuckolded him by fucking and sucking half a dozen of her exes. And now she'd jerked one of them off all over his cock, on an internationally streaming show.

"You… slut… " he moaned out. He couldn't help enjoying the amazing sensation of Diana's tongue, as she traced it wetly down his cum-soaked shaft.

"Hmm, you might be right, jaanu… " Diana teased. She laved her tongue down to Rakesh's balls. The full orbs were dripping wet with her ex-boyfriend's cum. "Only a total slut would lick her ex's cum off her husband's cock…"

Rakesh closed his eyes and shuddered. He felt Diana take his cock into her mouth.

He felt her push her mouth, down, down… all the way until his cum-slathered shaft was deep in her throat.

Diana gurgled, slobbering all over her husband's shaft. Licking up her ex-boyfriend's cum. She played with her pussy and tasted her lover's cum, drenched all over Rakesh's hard cock. She knew she had just cuckolded Rakesh hard. He was owed a reward for being a such a good boy.

The sensation of his wife's mouth devouring his dick, the slick, juicy feel of her ex's cum dripping over her lips and mouth, and the absolute filthiness of the whole situation all proved too much for the cuckold husband.

Rakesh moaned like a banshee. He began to shoot.

Thick jets of seed sprayed out from his shaft, right into his wife's throat. Like a good, obedient slut, Diana held her mouth in place and accepted her husband's load.

Diana's exes began to applaud. After a stunned second, the audience, too, cheered. The beach was overcome with a roar of sound.

Diana drew her mouth off Rakesh's cum-sodden cock. She aimed his dick at her face.

"I love you, Rakesh," she said. And indeed, behind the blindfold, pure love beamed out of her cum-covered face.

A final rope of cum shot from Rakesh's cock and covered his wife's pretty smile. Then he felt his knees quiver. He collapsed hard, back onto the sand.

—

Jessica led Gael over by the hand…

"There you are!" Chris said, looking over with concern as his wife neared the circle.

He took one look at her satisfied face. Then his eyes snapped to the movie star's huge, semi-hard rod hanging between his legs. It was shiny and slick. Instantly, Chris knew that Gael had just given his wife a satiating orgasm. What Jessica didn't tell him was that it had been the best orgasm of her life.

Jessica calmly took the microphone from Chris's hand.

"Looks like we have a clear winner of the Sluts Ball," she announced. "Let's keep it going for our beautiful champion Diana!"

The small beach audience thundered with applause. Rakesh breathed heavily, his naked ass caving into the sand.

He scanned the incredible sight in front of him: His naughty wife Diana was kneeling on the beach, blindfolded and covered in the seed of several of her ex-boyfriends. She basked in the applause.

Off in her circle, Patti gamely applauded. Her ex was still fucking her, quickly nearing his own orgasm. Only Karl sat with his arms folded, incredibly bitter about the loss.

"But as fans of The Hotwife Games know… " Jessica went on, "There is a single challenge left before our leading couple can walk home with all of that beautiful prize money…"

Anticipation shimmered off the audience like a heat-wave into the cool evening air. Diana breathed in. Whatever it was, she was ready…

"Rakesh, take off your wife's blindfold."

Rakesh was slowly getting his breath back. He got off the sand and moved behind Diana. He untied the black, cum-sodden banner of cloth.

Jessica slowly brought Gael over, until the movie star was standing in front of the beautiful hot-wife. Rakesh took the blindfold off of Diana's face.

She looked around and blinked as the beach came into focus. The sky had melted into a gorgeous twilight. Lilac streaked the sky and the sun was dropping into the ocean, a sinking, vermillion ball. In a few minutes, the stars would emerge and it would turn to night.

Then Diana looked directly in front of her.

An utterly massive cock hung between well-shaped, muscular legs. Instantly, Diana recognized the gorgeous member.

Her heart began to flutter. Moisture flooded between her legs.

In seeming slow motion, her eyes traveled up a narrow waist, ripped, muscular abs, a broad, chiseled chest, and boulder shoulders. All the way to the stunningly handsome face of the ex she had fantasized about for years…

Blood rushed to Diana's head. The two ex-lovers gazed at each other. Electricity thickened the air between them.

"Hi, Diana," he said.

"Hi… " she replied. "Gael."

Chapter 9 - The Final Round?
Her ex surprises her on a kinky game-show for naughty wives

Time congealed around Rakesh like syrup. Everything was moving slowly.

He'd just untied the silk blindfold around his wife's face. Now, the young husband fixed his gaze on Diana's widened eyes and open lips. Kneeling in the sand, she was staring up at her hunky ex-boyfriend, Gael.

This was it.

The final round of The Hotwife Games.

Every challenge of this lurid adult game-show had been funneling towards this climax. A culminating moment where Diana, Rakesh's beautiful wife, was kneeling between him and her ex-boyfriend.

The threesome—Rakesh, Diana, and Gael—were all naked. And all three were, apparently, flush with arousal…

But none seemed more aroused than Diana. Her nipples stood prominently on her naked breasts. Her skin shone lambently.

"… The time has come for our final test," Chris's voice crashed into Rakesh's consciousness, "Where we put our last remaining couple to the ultimate test…"

The stripped-down audience encircling them sat forward with bated breath. A warm evening breeze flowed in over the Pacific, saturating the beach with a heady tropical aroma. Yet the oxygen on the private island seemed rare around the small circle where The Hotwife Games was filming. Everyone was desperate to see what the stunning hot-wife would do next.

Jessica, Chris's wife and co-host, looked ravishing in her white bikini as the sun finally set behind them. Torches and baubled lights came alive around the sand, one by one. The sky, streaked purple and orange as the light faded, set a striking backdrop for the action unfolding on the white beach.

"Our final test," Jessica announced on her microphone, "Is a test of the one thing that binds a couple together more thananythingelse…"

Diana's eyes couldn't stop roaming over Gael's stunning, movie star body. His carved pecs, bulging arms, chiseled six-pack abs… Her ex had gotten even hotter over the years since they'd been together—and, hell, he'd always looked fucking incredible. Then Diana's eyes dropped to the utterly gigantic cock that hung between his legs. A delectable cock that she had sucked and fucked many, many times during their heated courtship…

She caught her ex's eyes in her gaze. Gael was staring back. Diana shivered. There seemed to be something deeper than mere lust swimming in his deep brown eyes. She swallowed, her heartbeat beginning to rise.

"Remember the extensive pre-interview process we mentioned?" Jessica continued, winking at the audience. "Well, through that process our team determined just which of Diana's many ex-lovers she clearly had the most feelings for,besidesher hubby Rakesh…"

Hearing her husband's name seemed to startle Diana. She ripped her dreamy gaze from her ex, racking her focus to Rakesh. He was looking back apprehensively.

"The answer, of course… " Chris finished for his wife, "Is a world-famous movie star, writer, and filmmaker… an Oscar-winner, a stud, a damn superstar. The young legend you all know and love… none other than the great Gael Sankur!"

Rakesh's palms turned clammy. For the umpteenth time that day, he felt his mouth go parched at the venerating introduction. The audience applauded loudly for Gael. A few super-fans even whistled and cheered. He grinned back nonchalantly, and gave a charming wink.

"And now, we come to the final thing that Diana and Rakesh will be putting to the test…"

As Chris finished his sentence, Rakesh felt his innards drop. The host's last two words dropped onto the beach like A-bombs, and Rakesh sensed an imaginary chasm opening in the sand, widening the distance between himself and his wife…

"… their love."

The audience reacted somatically. Some looked at each other. Surprise mingled with confusion in their heads. How could this last test challenge the final couple's actuallovefor each other?

"Rakesh and Diana are one challenge away from the grand prize," Jessica said to the invigorated gathering. "And it's our biggest prize yet: one and a halfmilliondollars…"

A light hush went over the crowd.

"And the 1.5 million dollar question of the day is… " Chris said. "Will Gael… steal Diana's love?"

Rakesh felt such a shock he almost laughed. His wife's ex-boyfriendstealher love? The very prospect seemed insane. Not to mention, far, far outside the remit of some silly adult game-show to test.

Then Rakesh looked at Diana. His wife's lips were parted, and moist. Her gorgeous eyes looked back at him with a deep nervousness, a deadly concern. Slowly, a shockwave spread through Rakesh, and the hairs stood on the back of his neck.

The young financier didn't know where this was going. He didn't know how this Challenge was going to play out, or how the Games intended to test this bizarrely personal final premise. But he felt a solemn foreboding growing inside of him…

Since the first challenge, Diana had fully committed to the part of his naughty hot-wife. And then, over the course of the Games, she had toyed with him, cuckolded him, and even humiliated him past capacity to ensure they would have a spot in this, the final round.

But what Chris had just implied… was a challenge involving their deepest, most intimate emotions.

Was Gael really going to steal his wife from him?

No,Rakesh thought,that was laughable…

"And now," Jessica said, "A quick commercial break!"

—

A villa in Sicily…

Fingers, typing.

Fingers, pausing.

"The truth," she thinks, "Is coming. At long last…"

She doesn't see him, but she senses him.

Behind her, he enters the room.

"Guess who just called?" he says…

—

The commercial break on the Hotwife Games' live-stream wasn't as quick as Jessica had promised. As a necessary transition to the final round, it ran just over fifteen minutes.

As the show paused for Diana to change, Rakesh hurried behind his wife. She was moving towards a large, modular cabana up the beach.

"Di… " Rakesh called after her. Even his lips felt hoarse.

Diana didn't answer, pulling back the canvas flap and stepping into the cabana. Rakesh followed her in.

He stopped short, and looked down towards the striped deck chair in the center. On it sat a pair of black, lace thong panties. Near the underwear lay a long, elegant black dress.

"I have to get ready," Diana said, avoiding Rakesh's eyes.

She reached into the little shower in the modular room and turned the knob. Water descended, gradually steaming up.

"I… " Rakesh felt sincerity bubbling up, unbidden. "I'm worried."

Diana felt the water's heat on her fingers, then stepped inside. Rakesh watched her.

He was not a man who easily expressed deep feelings. But now he felt them brimming powerfully to the surface, ready to pour.

His wife turned her back to the spray. She let the water cascade down her back. She lifted the clear, scented bar of soap and lathered her sticky breasts.

Rakesh erupted.

"Don't do it!" he pleaded. "I don't want you to do it. Let's back out… Let's go home."

Rakesh moved close to the cascading shower, desperately close to Diana. "Don't do it."

At last, the beautiful hot-wife turned and looked at her husband.

"Back out… now?" she asked. There was a strain of disbelief in her voice. "You didn't let me back out earlier. When I said we should, instead of letting them play that video. But now, when we're about to get amillion and a half dollars… we have to leave?"

"This is different," Rakesh countered firmly.

"Why?"

For several seconds, only the sound of the hot shower echoed in the sealed cabana. Rakesh smelled the lemony soap suffuse the room with a refreshing scent—and yet his brain was completely foggy.

"Why is it different, Rakesh?" Diana asked. She resumed rinsing her naked body. Rakesh couldn't help but watch her small hands travel over her large breasts and taut stomach.

"Because… you think I'll fall in love with him again?" Diana asked.

Rakesh's breath caught.

"Come on, Rakesh. Just tell me what it is you want."

Rakesh didn't answer.

"You want me to tell you I won't fuck him?"

A longer pause still. Then Rakesh nodded.

"Promise me," he said quietly.

Diana turned the knob and stepped out of the shower. Rakesh kept his eyes on her as she took a fluffy white towel off the deck chair and toweled off her wet body.

"Okay," she replied finally. "I won't fuck him."

Rakesh almost heaved in relief.

"I promise," Diana said.

—

When they stepped back outside, Gael was nowhere to be seen.

As the cameras rolled again and the hosts announced the beginning of the long-awaited final round, Rakesh held on to the surety Diana had just given him.

"In a few seconds," Jessica said. "We'll be sending our sexy hot-wife and her handsome ex-boyfriend off together for two whole hours… Far away from her husband's prying eyes."

Rakesh tried to block it out. He shook his head, reassuring himself—Diana had promised him she wouldn't fuck Gael.He tried to slow his breathing.

"Although, of course, this being the Hotwife Games," Chris continued with a grin. "Thereisa twist…"

The pared-down beach audience let out a soft 'oh'.

"Rakesh here will be given threeRipcords…"

Chloe, the pretty young Hotwife Games assistant, walked up to Rakesh and Diana. Rakesh had gotten dressed again, and looked like a presentable young banker in his blue button-down tucked into slacks. Meanwhile, Diana looked simultaneously elegant and ravenous. Her long black dress hugged her curvy body, but the slit showed a generous view of one shapely leg. Her hair was piled up on her head and her make-up was sexy but not overstated.

Chloe handed Jessica a small wooden panel. Attached to the panel were three cords of nylon rope.

"These Ripcords are choices that Rakesh can make," Jessica went on. "And each time we tear one off this panel, it will change the course of the evening."

"At least," Chris said. "As far as Diana and Gael are concerned…"

Rakesh glanced at his wife. She listened with equal intrigue.

"Butevery Ripcord Rakesh uses will cost our couple a big chunk of their total prize money…"

"And if our dear husband uses all three Ripcords, then Diana and Rakesh will leave… with…"

"Nothing!" Jessica finished. "Well, almost nothing…"

Gasps went up around them. To lose everything, after all that they had been through at the Games—the very notion was atrocious.

Diana reached over. She squeezed her husband's hand. He looked up into her soulful eyes.

"Baby," Diana whispered. "Don't use any Ripcords.Whatever they are, I promise, babe, you won't need them…"

Rakesh searched his wife's eyes. She gazed back with a deep assurance.

"We need this money, Rakesh," she said. "And we've come so far…"

Rakesh breathed in, then out again. He nodded. Diana smiled back at him. She moved forward and kissed him on the lips.

"And now," Chris announced. "The time has come… Diana, your chariot awaits…"

On cue, the sound of a light aircraft engine growled far down the beach. The crowd's eyes moved up to the growing dot of light moving towards them. A small seaplane was approaching in the night sky.

Several yards away, whorls of sand rose up as the Cessna descended. The spirals gently subsided as the small jet touched down on a makeshift beach runway. Then the hatch door opened up.

Gael stepped out to the top of the stairs.

Diana's ex was dressed in a form-fitting tux that hugged his muscular body. He looked absurdly handsome. Diana thought he looked like he was going to the Oscars—much like he had earlier that year, when he picked up his first Best Actor statue.

"Now doesn't this motherfucker know just how to make an entrance?" Chris said, drawing laughs from the small audience. "Even if it is hissecondentrance…"

"You can say that again," Jessica said, her eyes lustily devouring the new arrival.

But Gael's eyes were focused solely on one person.

Rakesh jealously noticed how the rakish movie star studied Diana in her long dress. He saw Gael's eyes rove up the slit that showed off her shapely right leg.

More significantly, Rakesh noticed how his wife was watching Gael… Diana felt herself dampen between her legs. Though the ocean air was balmy, her nipples stood rigidly out. It didn't help that she was braless under the sexy cocktail dress.

"Well, Diana?" asked Chris. "Ready for your Final Challenge?"

Diana inhaled deeply. She looked at Rakesh. She kissed him deeply.

"I love you," she mouthed. "Just trust me. Okay, baby?"

Rakesh nodded. His wife squeezed him reassuringly.

Then she walked off towards Gael's private plane.

—

Rakesh watched with a knot in his stomach as Diana moved up the small stairway into the jet.

Gael smiled at her. It was warm and genuine, yet Diana felt the twinkle of mischief in the star's eyes. His deep, brown gaze made her flutter with excitement.

Rakesh couldn't tear his eyes from the sight several yards away. His wife warmly hugged Gael. Then Gael's right hand stole down the arch of her back. He squeezed Diana's ass.

Rakesh felt his chest clench with jealousy.

And yet, as he watched the ripped movie star his wife once dated grope her curvy ass—Rakesh felt his cock twitch and stir inside his buttoned slacks. Why was this making him hard?

—

Gael's jet smoothly took flight over the darkened Pacific. Rakesh stumbled back, falling into a bamboo chair someone in the crew had placed there for him. Partially, he sat from a deep emotional drain; the other part was embarrassment. He needed to conceal his growing erection.

Jessica walked his way.

The Hotwife Games co-host had slipped into denim booty shorts and a tight white shirt that was knotted over her flat belly. She had a sympathetic expression on her stunning, angular face.

"There goes your wife, Rakesh," she said, idly gesturing to the jet receding into the starry night. "Off with her gorgeous movie star ex."

Rakesh exhaled. He looked up as Jessica came closer. The audience had all turned their attention in Rakesh's direction.

"Now here's the good news," Jessica announced. The shapely co-host shifted to one side of Rakesh. She sat down astride his lap. He breathed in, sharp.

"You have options," she said, wiggling her perfect ass over his crotch. "Remember those Ripcords we mentioned?"

"Yes," Rakesh said. Diana had made him promise he wouldn't use a single one. Made him promise he wouldn't compromise their winnings. He didn't need to hear about them.

"Let me tell you exactly what they are…"

—

The interior of the small seaplane felt foreign to Diana, as well as unexpectedly opulent. She gazed around the small cabin—It was a long, sleek Kodiak aircraft, with comfortable seats to either side and the door to a cockpit area that was closed.

Her eyes landed on the logo embossed on the cabin door.A Sinstar Enterprise,it said.

The text encircled what seemed to be a star with several radiating points. At least, it seemed like a star. Something about the way it was crafted reminded Diana of something else altogether, but she couldn't place it.

Had she seen that logo before?

"Can I get you something?" Gael asked, cutting off her reverie with the smooth, seductive timber of his voice. "Water or… a glass of Dom?"

Diana looked at Gael's chiseled face. Her stomach dropped precipitously. His eyes studied her warmly.

"Uhm, I'm good, thanks," the young wife said, flashing a little smile.

But Diana wasn't "good"…Suddenly the space between her legs felt warm underneath the silken dress. The situation still felt bizarre… she was off to some mysterious location with the ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in years. What was going to happen? A nervous energy spread over her belly, and she changed her mind.

"You know what," Diana revised her earlier words. "Yes, I will take a little champagne."

Gael flashed his famous, movie star smile at her. A liquid chill ran all the way from the center of her chest to her crotch.

He pressed a small white button on a wall console, and a liquor bar swiveled into view: a miniature galley. He plucked a '97 vintage of Dom Perignon from the display, popped it, and poured two flutes.

As Diana watched her gorgeous ex fill her glass, she experienced a tiny, giddy unease. For the first time that day, she felt the smallest bubble of doubt about the promise she had made to her husband.

She took the glass from Gael, and pushed the doubts far down where they belonged…

—

Rakesh looked at Jessica warily. The electrifyingly hot co-host smiled seductively at him, then ground herself deeper into his lap.

Rakesh tried to steady his breathing. Her thick, honed ass worked over his crotch. It was quite the distraction as she laid out the three Ripcords.

"Now like I said," Jessica announced with a teasing lilt, "Although your beautiful wife is currently with Gael, youdohave some options…"

The financier squirmed in the ill-fitting beach chair. Jessica wiggled her gorgeous booty on his groin while he thought about his wife.

"The first option, of course, is that you do nothing. That way, you and Diana win itall."

Now Rakesh made eye contact with the curvaceous beauty on his lap.

"That's right," Jessica grinned. "If you usenoneof these Ripcords… after they're done, you both win all of the prize money… One and a half million dollars."

The audience on the beach had heard it before, and yet, upon mention of the hefty sum, many sat forward in their seats.

"But just for fun," Jessica continued, squirming into the young husband's lap. "Let's look at those Ripcords…"

The dormant flat-screens around the small audience flickered alive. A line of text outlined the first option.

The screens said:

1. The Eavesdropper.

"The first Ripcord is the Eavesdropper. If you use this, you can listen in on Gael and your wife. There are microphones set up all over the secret location they will soon be entering, and Diana has no idea. But every minute you listen will cost you$50,000of your prize money. And you can only listen for five minutes…"

The numbers fogged in Rakesh's brain, so Jessica clarified.

"For a total of $250K of your prize."

Underneath the first line of text appeared another:Cost: $250,000.

Rakesh took this in. Had she just said Diana would have no idea he'd be listening to them?

But, no, he chided himself. He had no reason to use their prize money. His wife had implored him to trust her, and trust her he would.

The screens updated with another line of text:

2. The Voyeur.

"Now your second Ripcord," the hot co-host continued, "Is the Voyeur. Their location is also surrounded by hidden cameras. And, unbeknownst to your beautiful wife, you can buy yourself access to the live footage of… whatever they're up to."

Jessica grinned mischievously as she snuggled closer to Rakesh. He could smell her sweet, intoxicating musk as her barely clad body caused his cock to stir below her. The cuckold husband gulped.

"But every minute you watch will drop $50,000 of your prize—for a total of ten minutes."

A line appeared on the screens, below 'The Voyeur': Cost: $500,000.

"So for those of you doing all the sexy, sexy math at home," Chris said, standing some feet down the beach from Rakesh and his wife, "If Rakesh uses both these Ripcords for their full duration, our couple loses half their total prize money."

"But there is a third Ripcord, hubby," Jessica said. Although she addressed Chris, her eyes were trained on Rakesh. She ran a teasing fingernail down the center of his chest.

The final option shone up on the screens:

3. The Participant.

"If you feel like things are getting a little too wild as you listen in on them… Or getting to hot as you watch that video footage… Then you can use your final Ripcord. It's called The Participant…"

Jessica moved very close to Rakesh. He sucked in his breath. Her pouting lips were an inch away from his and he could feel the beautiful co-host's minty breath on his own face.

"… And when you use it, we'll fly you right over to their secret location."

"And once you're there," Chris continued for his seductive wife, "You're free to do whatever you like. Maybe just talk to Diana… Or convince them to stop whatever's happening… Or… Participate however you please."

The two hosts looked at him as this last piece of information landed home—Chris from several yards away, and Jessica with her face centimeters from the young husband's.

No one said anything. The sound of lapping waves was all that underscored the laden moment on the tropical beach.

"How—" Rakesh asked finally, through dry lips. "How much does that Ripcord cost?"

Jessica grinned. She craned back a few inches to study the young man. There was something just a little evil in her beautiful smile.

"Seven hundred, forty-nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine dollars," she said.

Rakesh absorbed this. The screen clanked up another row of text: Cost: $749,999.

And across the beach, Chris drove the point home.

"Which will leave you and Diana going home with…"

He paused, dramatically.

"One single bone. Uno buckeroo-no. A solo simoleon. A measly, weasely, lonely lil' Washington…"

"Shut up, Chris," said Jessica.

She looked at Rakesh. "One dollar."

The audience sat in bated silence.

"So," Jessica asked, wriggling on his lap. "What's it gonna be?"

Diana and Rakesh had won a hard, sweaty, unrestrictedly kinky battle to the final spot at the Hotwife Games. The young wife had tested all her husband's limits, putting on an erotic show unlike anything he—or the audience—had ever imagined possible, all to secure their winnings: the coveted million-and-a-half pot at the end of the carnal rainbow.

And now she was on her way to an undisclosed location across the dark ocean, with her movie star ex. Rakesh had three Ripcords at his beckoning to listen to, spy on, participate in, or halt the action, but if he used them all, they'd be walking away from the Games… with a single dollar bill. All their work would be for nought.

Most of all, Diana had asked him to trust her. He had to show his wife the solidity of his trust.

Rakesh took a deep breath.

"I won't be using any Ripcords," he said.

—

The sea-plane touched down a mere ten minutes away from the main island. After the quick flight, the unseen pilot rocketed the jet down a runway on the long sandbar, leading to a small, lush emerald called the Kama'sueh Islet.

Once the sleek craft rolled to a stop, Gael opened the hatch door, and led Diana out. She took in the last, violet streak of sunset in the darkened island sky. She breathed deep, steadying her nerves. The sweet scents of hibiscus and plantains floated in the evening breeze.

In mere minutes, she felt like she had reconnected with Gael on a surprisingly deep level. In the short flight across the archipelago, they had reminisced, shared laughs, and found a rapport that felt warmly comfortable.

Was it merely the pricey champagne wriggling its way through her system? Was it the considerable seductive prowess of Gael, a vaunted movie star who had become just as famous for his blockbuster movies as for his sizable record with the most beautiful women in Hollywood?

Or—perish the thought—was it the awakening of actual feelings for her ex, feelings Diana had not realized had been dormant in her for over a decade?

No, Diana shoved the notion away. That was ludicrous. Unthinkable.

A limousine awaited them. Instantly, Diana recognized its young chauffeur holding open the back door, and she squealed.

"Benny!" she exclaimed, rushing down to embrace Gael's old friend in a warm hug. "It's been…"

"A damn century," he finished, laughing. He looked at his handsome buddy over Diana's shoulder, and winked.

"Crazy way to be reunited, huh?" She grinned and slapped his shoulder.

Seconds later, Gael and Diana were seated in the back of the spacious stretch Rolls-Royce. Benny looked back with a smile as he raised the driver's partition, leaving them in privacy. He put the car in gear and they took off across the Islet.

Diana looked over at her ex.

In minutes, they'd be totally alone, together. Unlike any of the Challenges she had weathered in the Hotwife Games, her husband would not be by her side for this final test.

The reality of the moment took hold. Diana felt laden emotions already vibrating in the back of the luxury car. She had to get a hold of herself.

"Gael," she said. He looked back at her. He noticed the serious intention in her eyes.

"So… just to be clear," she said. Her voice faltered slightly as she looked at him. She repeated, "Just to be clear… nothing's going to happen."

He took this in. Brief disappointment flickered across his face, and Diana noted it. But the charming star shook it off instantly.

"Okay," he said. He smiled at Diana, and she knew that he meant it. "I understand that."

"I mean it," she said. "I promised Rakesh. Look, obviously we—we had a great relationship, years ago…"

"We did, didn't we?"

Diana clocked the hint of contradiction in Gael's voice.

"Look, I know… " she started, then trailed off. "You were probably confused."

"If we were so great together," he said. "Why'd it end like that?"

Diana shifted her eyes, exhaling deep. She watched the tropical night flicker by outside.

"I… I can't explain it."

She knew what he was asking—Why had she called it off so suddenly? And without any explanation…

Gael's eyes narrowed, but Diana didn't see it. Something hard settled into his statuesque features, and calculations whirred across his gaze.

I think you can explain, he thought. In fact, I'm going to make sure of it…

Diana was lost in her own thoughts as she absorbed the view.

"I've already done so much in this competition to test him," she said, referring to Rakesh. "But—but this is a matter of trust. Our trust as a couple. Everything we have, and everything we've worked for—it depends on this. You know?"

She looked back at her ex. Gael's look softened instantly… after all, he was an Oscar-winning actor.

Diana reached over. She put her hand on his.

"Nothing can happen," she repeated.

Gael placed his own palm over her hand. He nodded with deep sincerity.

"Nothing's going to happen," he said back.

The tension in the air-conditioned Rolls dissipated, and a pacified ease spread between the exes. They smiled at each other.

—

"Wow," Jessica said, gently alighting from Rakesh's lap. "No Ripcords at all…"

Rakesh sat stock-still in his seat on the beach. Jessica began to circle around him like an apex predator stalking her prey. Slowly, she unbuttoned her booty shorts.

"Are we sure about that?"

Rakesh breathed out. He nodded. Her shorts dropped to the sand. Underneath, she was wearing a white string bikini bottom.

"It's so very brave," Jessica went on. She grinned as she taunted him on her microphone. "To just trust your wife like that… especially when she's with the hottest movie star in the world."

Rakesh looked right ahead, not even answering. Jessica was now behind him, where she stopped in her circular track.

The show's co-host leaned forward, putting her mouth near Rakesh's ear.

"And she loved him, didn't she?" Jessica said.

Rakesh shivered at the sensation of her breath against the small hairs of his earlobe. But he remained resolute, staring ahead at the dark ocean and saying nothing.

"How do you know she doesn't love him, still?"

The small, VIP audience let out a low "oh". Jessica was certainly going for the gullet, and pulling no punches.

"Because she loves me," Rakesh breathed softly.

"Don't you want to at least listen in a little… and hear what they're talking about?"

Rakesh had made his mind up. He would give her nothing in return. Like a stubborn child, he dug his ankles into the sand and looked silently away.

"All right," Jessica said, with a resigned little laugh. "I guess there's only one thing to do, then."

She shrugged at the audience.

"Time to wait."

—

The stretch Rolls-Royce wended from the thick overgrowth of the Kama'sueh jungle. And, almost at once, they were going down a massive, paved driveway.

Diana looked out the tinted window at the shifting landscape. Ornate brass lamps threw wan pools of light over the driveway in regular intervals. The sudden regality of their surroundings wasn't lost on her.

"Is this your place?" she asked Gael.

"Mmm-hmm," he said. "My island getaway."

Gael smiled at his beautiful ex. She took in this information, and put two and two together.

Gael owned the island.

Things sure had changed since his days as a struggling young artist when they were in college.

The limousine slowed as it pulled up to a colossal gate. The electronic gate swung open, slow and silent. As they drove by, Diana furrowed her brow at the multi-pronged logo wrought into the large doors.

There it was again. SinStar.

"What's Sin—" Diana began to ask, but just as the words came out her jaw dropped. "Oh my gosh—"

They had entered a tropical paradise.

Gael's beach estate was a breathtaking study in oceanside opulence. A twelve-bedroom, modernist beach mansion loomed over the lush tropical gardens. Tall palms ruffled in the gentle night breeze. The grounds were elegantly lit, with rococo touches of sculpture scattered around. Under a clear, star-filled night sky, the effect was dazzling.

Most of all, despite how palatial and grand it was, the estate felt altogether like Gael. The Gael Diana had once dated: warm, sexy, and welcoming—with a winking touch of the outlandish. The man Diana had once loved.

Underneath all the flash and the toys, was he still the same person?

The limousine rolled to a stop outside the entryway. Gael got out and came round to open Diana's door.

"This is… something," she said, emerging and taking it in.

"Cute lil' gin joint, huh?" he winked.

"'Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world… '" Diana quoted, laughing. "Yes, indeed. Quite the gin joint."

"Thanks, Benny," Gael said to his buddy, who had rolled down the driver's side window.

"You got it, pal," Benny said with a smile. "Have fun, guys."

Gael's friend put the limousine reverse and pulled away.

The two ex-lovers were left all alone.

"Well," Gael said to Diana. "Come on in, Ilsa Lund…"

—

Minutes later, Diana could barely keep her jaw from hanging open. Gael's island mansion was more outlandish than just a "winking touch". The estate was an expansive swathe of cool, earthy tones. The wide tropical-modernist space was decorated lavishly, filled with several million dollars of art and furniture. And yet, the estate exuded elegance and a welcoming charm. Diana's ex-boyfriend had always been a man of taste—and now he had the sizable coffers to indulge every one of those tastes that his heart desired.

As Diana looked around, her eyes landed on a large, iridescent blue conch shell. It was a distinctive color, a strange one. She had seen that shell before… but where? The image scratched a blur around the edges of her memory.

"Should we go out back," Gael said. "And ride out the two hours we have together?"

They moved through the French doors that led to a sprawling back patio sitting under a tropical sky carpeted in stars. Tall palms formed lengthy silhouettes in the moonlight, with neighboring guava trees baubled in warm golden lights. A long pool shone cool blue up to one edge of the manicured grounds, where it was fed by a two-story rock waterfall.

Looking around in a slight daze, Diana remembered reading on some gossipy blog about the impressive garden. It was typically host to a gamut of rollicking Hollywood vacations and parties hosted by Gael, the visiting A-list cavorting and making mischief around the beautiful foliage, around the sizable waters, in the natural jacuzzi carved into the stone. But now, it was just the two of them, all alone in his private island paradise…

Gael looked over as his beautiful ex-girlfriend scanned his beach estate. He smiled. A little gland in his brain secreted a potent shot of dopamine.

As he took in Diana's awed gaze, he reflected on what had brought him to this moment. The years of perspiring hard work, the dogpile of rejections, the tightrope risks, and the unapologetic, relentless, unstoppable hustle in the face of stratospheric odds—if all of it had funneled him towards this single instant, witnessing his ex-girlfriend's awe… It had all been worth it.

For Gael had some wicked plans for the evening ahead…

He looked at Diana's intent stare and wondered, When exactly do I tell her the truth?

And how much of the truth?

But Diana was no longer taking in the breadth of Gael's estate. Her eyes were fixed on one spot in particular—the marble sculpture of a multi-pointed star looming over the stone waterfall. It had the same design of the Sinstar logo she had seen earlier.

But the scupture's voluminous size brought home a fact Diana hadn't realized before… it wasn't a star all, but a flower. A very rare flower. She identified it quite specifically: the Alsation gerbera.

The notion brought a memory rushing back in vivid definition.

College.

After Gael had transferred to his acting conservatory, during her second year…

And he'd returned to visit.

The very week that they'd broken up…

—

Jessica began to turn the screws.

"So it seems our final, resolute hubby here plans to be very good… " she teased. She paced towards Rakesh's seat with small, lynx-like steps.

"No Ripcords," she told the crowd. "No prize money gone. No spying on naughty little Di. You must really trust her, huh?"

Rakesh tried to steady his breathing.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"Isn't that nice, audience?" Jessica asked. "Isn't our Rakesh just a model husband?"

The audience gave a smattering of applause, impressed but a little disappointed that they wouldn't be able to listen in on Diana and Gael either. Now a foot away, Jessica turned fully towards Rakesh and put her hands on her hips.

She undid the knot on her little crop-top, and worked it up off of her torso.

The young financier gulped as he took in her hourglass body. Her curves looked eye-popping in the tiny white bikini that clutched every sexy swell and valley.

Jessica reached up and slowly pulled down one strap of her bikini top.

"It's especially nice of you, Rakesh," she continued, lowering the other bikini strap, "Because you have so many reasons not to trust Diana…"

—

Had Rakesh been able to see his wife at that moment, he would have pushed back against Jessica's claim.

At Gael's sprawling Kama'sueh estate, everything looked peachily innocent between Diana and her handsome ex.

The former lovers strolled across the grounds, enjoying the balmy tropical night as they reconnected. She shrugged off the memories prompted by his SinStar sculpture, shelved her questions for him, and focused on the light banter between them.

"You're telling me you don't miss Srinivasan just a little?" Gael laughed. "Come on, at least the mustache."

"I mean, I miss the naps I took in Srinivasan's lectures," Diana countered.

"Touché," said Gael. "Or as he'd say after literally any answer in class—'Good answer, student—tooshy!'"

Diana laughed at Gael's spot-on impersonation of their old college professor. They rounded the pool. The lit waters cast a hazy, aquatic light over their features, rendering the two beautiful people more attractive still.

"At least you didn't have to worry about his boring class after transferring."

"Oh, we had our share of oddballs at Acting Con," Gael replied, adding ironically, "Believe it or not."

"In an acting studio? Noo," Diana laughed sarcastically. "I'm sure you didn't miss anything about U of Arc."

Just as quickly as the words came out, Diana regretted making the statement.

Gael looked at her.

Of course he'd missed something about their college.

Diana looked away. Sure, he'd missed her. But it wasn't the innocuous statement by itself, but the brambles path it pointed towards: a byway that led directly to the hornet's nest that sat in the middle of their tenuous relationship.

The mystery of why Diana had broken up with him.

He sensed her unease. He shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it onto a nearby lounger. Diana followed its arc, then glanced back at Gael. She couldn't help but notice the way his muscled, lean body filled out the crisp white shirt in all the right ways.

She snapped her gaze away. Remember your vow to Rakesh…

"I missed the Edgemont hot tub," Gael finally answered. "That's actually why I put this in."

He pointed his chin at the structure a couple of feet in front of them: The beautiful natural spring jacuzzi, carved into the limestone that fringed the backyard.

Diana looked. Now that Gael mentioned it… the hot tub did bear a strong resemblance to the one behind Diana's old college dorms. No, much more than a strong resemblance… It looked just like it.

The same unique, ovular shape. The small marble steps leading into it, in the identical location. And, Diana realized with a start, a round brass plate on one edge of the tub bore the carved image of a basilisk—a winged green lizard—the crest of their old university.

Why did Gael commission that strange, alarmingly accurate re-creation? Diana stared at her ex.

"Remember the Edgemont Hot Tub?" Gael asked.

For a second, his fun, seductively cool persona seemed to drop away. There was something deeper in his eyes. Something like… hurt?

Diana shivered at the question.

She remembered…

—

A cool evening…

Years ago…

Back behind the Edgemont dorms at the University of Arcana.

Diana dipped a toe gingerly into the steaming water of the hot tub.

"Just jump in!" Brian said.

The young man lounged back against the tub walls and smiled. He was a new friend of Diana's at the dorms, a young athlete who was proving to be enjoyable company since Gael had transferred a week ago.

But he was only a friend.

Sure, he often showed a keen interest in Diana, but so did a lot of men. She wasn't yet the confidently sensual woman she would be a the time of the Hotwife Games. And yet, the college-aged Diana radiated a natural, vital sexuality—one that Brian had no doubt picked up on. However innocently he had framed it, his attraction was doubtlessly a factor when he invited her for a night in the Edgemont hot tub.

That was fine, she told herself. Again, Brian was only a friend.

So why hadn't Diana mentioned that she had a boyfriend?

She squealed gently as she lowered her body into the heated tub, joining her new friend. She felt her skin go flush from the heat under her one-piece.

Diana's Motorola cellphone sat on a formica table several feet away, under her towel.

She didn't know it then, but as she was lowering into the tub, the phone buzzed.

It was a text message from Gael.

'Babe, I have a surprise for you… '

—

On the set of The Hotwife Games, Jessica was about to unveil her own little surprise.

"Do you really think you can trust your wife, Rakesh?" asked the show's busty co-host.

At a tantalizing pace, Jessica pulled the cups of her white bikini downward. She dragged the cloth slowly over the flesh of each massive breast, inch by agonizing inch.

"Your wife secretly jerked off an audience member in the first Challenge…"

Jessica's bikini top was pulled tautly down, right to the edge of her hard nipples. Rakesh gulped audibly. This woman was ravishingly sexy.

As she spoke, the screens around them faded into a replay of the moment she had mentioned. In slow-motion, the audience watched again as Diana administered her clandestine audience handjob.

They must have planned all these cues, Rakesh realized. They're trying to get you to use a Ripcord. He looked away from the screens, his inner monologue pep-talking him. Stay strong…

"She made an ex-lover cum all over your cock without even warning you…"

Footage of the humiliating moment began to play in slo-mo. The audience groaned with arousal, and—despite having witnessed the moment—some continued shock. Rakesh kept his gaze away from the screens, but the only other place to look was at Jessica.

She whisked her bikini top down over her huge tits, revealing the plump, pink nipples sticking firmly outward. She pushed her giant boobs together and Rakesh felt his crotch pulse.

"And worst of all," Jessica finished, twisting her rhetorical blade with her words and her hard nipples with her fingers, "She's been cheating on you with her trainer for the last three months…"

Jessica unhooked her bikini top. She let it fall to the sand. The audience watched the curvy beauty move closer to Rakesh—a sexual panther closing in for the kill.

The video of Diana's extramarital blowjob began to play.

"But you're going to trust her with Gael?"

Before Rakesh could answer, Jessica lowered herself onto his lap. She pushed her tits into his face.

"Her hot… incredibly hung… movie star ex Gael? Really?"

Rakesh mumbled a yes. Or perhaps he'd said it very loudly. Either way, it was muffled in the soft valley of Jessica's colossal boobs.

"What if she's in his lap right now? Showing him her nice big tits… just like this?"

Rakesh inhaled. Jess wiggled her crotch into his, grinding her bikini-covered pussy into his erection.

"Would you trust her then? Or would you want to listen in?"

Rakesh tensed his muscles, trying hard to resist the bait. He knew the tempting co-host was luring him into using a Ripcord because it would make for a better show. He had to stay firm in his resolution to Diana, and show her his trust.

"I'm not going to use any Ripcords," he reasserted.

"Oh. Okay."

Jessica pouted, then hopped off the young husband's lap. He didn't mean to, but he groaned lightly at the absence of her gorgeous body on his.

She got a few feet away, then turned around.

"Oops, almost forgot!" she said. "I need to tell you about my surprise…"

—

Diana looked at the capacious rock-carved hot tub.

"Why?" she asked Gael.

"Why what?" he said offhandedly. He loosened his bowtie.

"Why recreate the Edgemont tub like this? I don't get it… " Diana shrugged a shoulder, feigning nonchalance. She was feeling anything but.

Gael gazed at her mysteriously.

"Memories," he said. He worked off his tie and tossed it asunder.

"I guess writing this movie I'm about to make—it's made me kinda nostalgic lately."

"Is it about college?"

"It's about a lot of things," Gael replied. He began unbuttoning his shirt. "If I can crack it just right… And I know I can."

"What are you doing?" Diana finally asked. Gael kept popping shirt buttons open down the length of his torso.

"Getting in the tub," he replied. "It's getting chilly out. I think it'd be nice."

Diana hesitated, but didn't reply.

"You can join if you want. No pressure." He smiled at her, reassuring. "The Games left some bathing suits for you in the powder room."

Diana felt rooted to the spot. Images of Rakesh waiting on the other beach flew across her mind—reminders of the mutual promises they had made to each other.

Did she really want to jump in the hot tub with her ex?

Gael pulled off his shirt. His unbelievably ripped upper body with its chiseled shape came into view.

Involuntarily, Diana's lips parted.

—

Jessica hooked two fingers into the strap of her thong bikini bottoms.

Fixing her eyes on Rakesh, she undulated her booty. She wriggled her ass teasingly, and her large, naked breasts bobbed up invitingly at him.

"My secret is about Gael," Jessica said conspiratorially.

Yards behind her on the beach, the show's A-Camera jibbed upwards, re-framing the scene for the home audience.

Near the cameras, the other host watched his wife seduce Rakesh. Chris looked at her shapely ass wiggling lasciviously and smiled. He really loved watching his naughty partner tease other men.

Of course, he didn't yet know that Jessica's secret involved him, too…

With her eyes locked on Rakesh's like super-glue, Jessica slowly pulled her bikini bottoms down.

"Before he came out on the show earlier, Gael was hanging out in a cabana."

The white thong dropped to her feet. She stepped out of the flimsy underwear, and stood completely naked.

Jessica leaned forward, resting her arms on Rakesh's shoulders. Her pendulous breasts hung down inches from his face, and again the young financier breathed in her sexy, intoxicating scent.

"Now, my hubby doesn't know this, but," her voice dropped to a whisper. "I went into that cabana… to see Gael."

Rakesh trembled slightly as Jessica curved her body forwards, rubbing her gigantic, naked tits over his chest. She flashed a heated smile and began to give Rakesh a naughty lap-dance.

Then she tossed a look back over her shoulder.

From far behind her, near the A-Camera, Chris caught his wife's grin. He shot back a quizzical look—she'd visited Gael's cabana?

Jessica was giving Rakesh the best lap-dance of his life thus far. Her curvy body writhed and slid against his, in delicious arcs. His member hardened.

"That's right… " Jessica said, turning around. She pressed her rear into Rakesh's lap. She ground her ass against his dick, trapping his clothed meat between her full cheeks. Rakesh gasped in pleasure.

Jessica locked eyes with her husband across the beach.

"I let Gael fuck me," she breathed.

The audience exhaled their awe. Chris's eyebrows shot up on his forehead.

"I bent over for him and he ripped off my thong," Jessica recounted, in a naughty little sing-song. She rotated her ass round and round, drawing groans from Rakesh. His dick was now fully hard against her.

Men are always putty in my hands, Jessica thought. And they're always, well, concrete on my ass…

She chuckled to herself, and then called out to Chris again.

"Surprised, hubby?" she asked with a grin, "I couldn't resist cheating on you… You like that, don't you?"

Chris stared, dumbfounded, as his drop-dead-sexy wife confessed her little dalliance while lap-dancing on Rakesh.

"I guess I'm just like Diana that way," she moaned. "A cheating little slut…"

Jessica turned to look over her shoulder. The naked minx teased Rakesh's rock-hard dick with her ass. She fixed her pretty eyes on him… preparing him for delicious torture.

"Gael's cock is so…"

She dragged her cheeks up over Rakesh's erection.

"Fucking…"

She wriggled her ass on his dick. Rakesh moaned low.

"Huge…"

Jessica pushed herself hard against Rakesh's raging cock, and bounced up and down, rapidly.

"Oh, fuck," the banker groaned. He could feel his balls dance in his pants.

"His dick was so much bigger than yours, Rakesh… It definitely was… " She rubbed her ass cheeks vigorously over his boner, as if to confirm this. "I can feel it."

"Fuck!" Rakesh grunted out as the stunning host used her ass to stroke him off. He could feel an orgasm bubbling in his balls, threatening to release. Her grinding was masterful.

"And now slutty little Diana is all alone with that big hard cock," Jessica teased. "Your horny little wife… And we've all seen how horny Diana gets."

Jessica never relented on her rapid twerking over Rakesh's dick. The young husband clamped his jaw and shut his eyes. She was going to make him blow…

"Fuck, I can feel your little cock," Jessica laughed humiliatingly. "Gael's is at least twice as big… No, even bigger… It was huge in my tight little pussy…"

Rakesh moaned out at the combination of this verbal gut-punch and the exquisite ass-stroking. The whole audience watched with erect cocks and soaking pussies, as the young husband was humiliated by this naked knockout.

Rakesh felt his balls tingle, felt his meat pulse and throb between Jessica's pistoning cheeks. He was about to cum.

"Is Diana sucking that big cock… right now?" Jessica asked. "Is her ex's big, hard cock right between her lips—"

Suddenly Rakesh grabbed Jessica's undulating waist, readying himself to cum. She felt it, and knew exactly what it meant.

She leapt off his lap.

Rakesh almost wailed in frustration. His breathing flagged, labored. His thwarted dick throbbed in his underwear, shaking and bulging from the sidestepped climax.

"Don't you want to find out what Diana's doing with that big cock?" Jessica asked.

Rakesh's brain rattled with hormones. All the blood in his body, he felt, was concentrated between his legs.

The show's co-host leaned forward. She put her palms on Rakesh's knees. Her upper arms pressed her massive breasts together and Rakesh's mouth went dry.

"Use one little Ripcord… " she purred.

—

Diana entered the changing room and warm lights faded up automatically.

Well, Diana assumed the correct term was "changing room"—but in a fifteen-bedroom island estate, who knew what the rooms were called? This one was a long, marbled space, inlaid with recessed lighting under the tall ceilings. A mirror spanned one wall.

Why was she in here in the first place?

Diana breathed, shaking off her doubt, and reassuring herself. She'd just get in the tub for a quick dip with Gael. The island air was getting colder as the night drew on, and a hot soak would be nice.

That's all.

And there would be Gael's eyes…

Diana couldn't shake the feeling she had when looking into them.

The way he'd gazed at her all night. Like he was just holding himself back from devouring her… in the best way.

She waved off the thought. Nothing was going to happen. She resolved to keep her promise to Rakesh.

Diana turned to the bathing suits hanging on the far wall.

The first was a modest, bright blue, Versace one-piece. It looked capacious enough to cover a good part of Diana's curvaceous body when she stepped out to see Gael. It seemed like the perfect choice for her chaste plans that evening.

She looked at the second option the Hotwife Games had provided. It was a white bikini with a wraparound aesthetic. It would definitely be more flattering, and definitely a good deal more revealing of her physique.

Then Diana checked out the third option. A laugh escaped her lips.

Clearly the Games had decided to furnish the young wife with a sort of choose-your-own-adventure costume selection: from modest, to moderately revealing, to extremely risqué. But even with those categories in mind, she had to shake her head at the final option. The sheer audacity!

Diana contemplated the bathing suits. She reached up with one hand, and plucked her choice off the hanger.

—

Jessica's masterful seduction was starting to work.

His cock throbbing with blood, his skull addled with endorphins, Rakesh tried to do the math on the Ripcords.

Was it his aching dick speaking, or did he just have to know what Diana was up to with Gael?

Why not? his enervated brain reasoned. He could just use the first Ripcord, the Eavesdropper. And use it for just a single minute, at that!

That would cost, what, $50,000? That wasn't so much. And that would be it… that would be all that he'd use. It would barely make a dent!

Jessica parted Rakesh's legs. She dropped to her knees in the sand.

The naked siren stared up at him and turned the wrench.

"You can take your cock out and jerk off for me," she said. "While you listen to your wife…"

—

Gael pulled his skin-tight trunks up to his waist and stretched out his muscular body. He tapped a flat palm over his six-pack abs. He smiled in anticipation of the evening ahead.

Things were going according to plan…

As he awaited Diana, the handsome movie star dipped a foot into the hot tub, feeling the steaming water. It was perfect. He lowered himself in.

—

EXT. GAEL'S KAMA'SUEH BEACH MANSION—NIGHT

The steam from the hot tub clouds around the young movie star. The steam fills the frame…

Fills our view…

And Gael remembers…

—

A cool evening…

Years ago…

Behind the Edgemont dorms at the University of Arcana.

A young, fresh-faced Gael approached the dormitory gates, bright red gerberas clutched in his palm.

With his other hand, he dialed his Nokia again. He'd tried Diana four times since he'd texted four hours ago, with no luck.

His train had brought him into the town of Arcana right as the winter sun was setting. He'd stopped at a florist's to buy a bouquet of Diana's favorite flowers. And about forty minutes later, he was back at his old campus.

He'd decided to surprise his girlfriend with a weekend visit. After three whole months apart since he'd transferred, Gael just knew Diana would be thrilled to see him.

The Edgemont gate swung open. A pair of coeds appeared, glancing at Gael as they exited the dorm. He nodded back and averted his eyes.

The nineteen-year-old was gangly, and more than a little awkward. Not even a Vegas oddsmaker would have guessed he'd go on to become one of the biggest, hottest, most successful movie stars and filmmakers on the planet… but that's exactly what he did.

As the girls left, Gael quickly stopped the swinging gate before it locked. He hurried in.

Oh well, the youngster thought. Might as well give Diana a real surprise…

—

"ALL RIGHT!"

Rakesh yelled the word in pure, carnal agony.

"I'll use the first Ripcord. I'll listen in… but just for one minute!"

Jessica grinned excitedly from between his knees.

"Good boy!" she said. She turned back to the audience. "Then let's fire up… the Eavesdropper!"

The crowd cheered, happy they were going to get at least a little of the show they had all come for. The screen up on the beach swirled with color, as numbers shone up.

A countdown timer appeared. It read "1:00"…One minute.

Below the timer, a chyron marked the couple's total winnings: $1,500,000.

"Ready?" Chris asked, stepping forward.

Rakesh nodded. He was nervous. He had no idea what he was going to hear.

Had Diana kept her promise? Had Gael somehow won her over? Was he going to hear them speaking…

Or something worse?

The speakers buzzed with life, and the timer began.

All that could be heard was a thin, gurgling sound… Water.

Rakesh listened sharply, craning forward in his seat. Jessica, now sitting on the small towel below her in the sand, listened intently too.

The countdown timer ticked steadily downward. 0:56… 0:55… 0:54…

Meanwhile, so did the amount left in Diana and Rakesh's winnings. With each second of listening, the dollar amount on the screen plummeted down. $1,453,334… $1,452,501… $1,451,668…

And still, the only sound Rakesh perceived was the tone of gentle, rumbling water.

What was going on? Where were Diana and Gael?

The minute ticked by, from thirty to twenty to ten seconds left. Rakesh felt totally confounded by the lack of information coming in from the eavesdropping. He watched helplessly as their winnings dipped down towards $1,450,000 as they neared the end of the minute.

And then, with seven seconds still on the clock, Rakesh heard something different:

The faint sound of footsteps.

He shot upright in his seat.

The footsteps stopped. A wordless silence followed for a second. Merely the same warbling trickle of water.

Then a basso, male voice said one word:

"Wow."

The audio cut off. Rakesh's minute was over.

—

Diana walked out to the pool. She stopped, and put her hands on her hips.

Gael's jaw nearly sunk into the hot tub. He stared, electrified.

"Wow."

It was all he could think to say.

Diana wore a minuscule black bikini. Tiny straps ran down from behind her neck to below her breasts, the thin strings barely covering her nipples. The bottom piece was a nearly nonexistent thong.

Gael's sultry ex-girlfriend had picked the most risqué of the three outfit options. If you'd asked Diana why, she wouldn't have known quite how to explain it. It had been… an impulse? A subconscious action?

"There weren't a lot of options," Diana shrugged.

She walked over and lowered herself into the hot tub across from her hunky ex.

—

"Oh… " Jessica teased. "Now what was that?"

Rakesh breathed heavily. He had the same question.

Why had Gael said "Wow"? What had he just seen… and why the hell did he utter the word in that stunned tone?

"Don't you wanna know," Jessica continued, running her hands slowly up Rakesh's legs, "What they're do—"

"Yes! Yes, I do!" Rakesh exploded, exasperated and resigned. "One more minute!"

—

The soothing hot waters of the tub enveloped Diana's nearly naked form, and she couldn't help but ogle her ex right back.

Although only Gael's broad, muscular shoulders and the upper part of his chiseled chest were visible over the water's surface, his ripped body looked incredible. But more than all of that, it was his eyes that penetrated deep into her awareness.

Gael was watching Diana with a hungry gaze as she dipped lower, letting the steaming pool soak in her naked flesh. It made her belly flutter.

For the twentieth time that night, the married hot-wife reminded herself of the vow she'd made to her husband.

—

The second minute of The Eavesdropper counted down. The timer dipped downwards—0:43… 0:42… and in turn, Rakesh and Diana's prize money dropped with each passing second.

Rakesh leaned forward in his seat.

Neither Gael nor Diana were saying a word.

—

Gael kept his eyes fixed on his beautiful ex-girlfriend. Suddenly, he was moving closer to her. Diana inhaled.

The movie star moved across the water till his buff frame was inches from her. His thick, naked chest was almost touching hers.

Diana stared back silently, slightly stunned. Her heart rate accelerated. Her lips parted. She was frozen, simultaneously aching for his touch and desperate to stave off temptation, because of what she'd promised Rakesh.

Then Gael reached behind her. Is that why he'd moved so close?

He turned the hot tub jets on full.

—

The speakers around the Isla Miranda beach blasted with sound.

Suddenly, all that the audience or Rakesh could hear were the roaring jets. Rakesh panicked. He couldn't hear anything else. The timer was ticking down steadily… 0:10… 0:09…

"Okay, gimme the other three minutes," he blurted. "I want to use the whole Eavesdropper Ripcord."

—

Gael's body was a hair's breadth from Diana's. She felt her skin flush, felt herself dampen in the small thong bikini. Good lord, her ex was a sexy man… The Sexiest Man Alive, if all those magazines were to be believed.

The jets bubbled noisily all around them. Gael leaned in, very close to Diana's left ear. She still didn't say anything. She merely shivered as his lips parted against her earlobe.

"Gael… " she finally said. "I—"

He whispered back.

"They're listening to us…"

—

Rakesh swore in frustration that he couldn't hear a thing. The hot tub jets were too loud.

He heard the fragments of his wife's voice—"Gael," she might have said?—and then, again, the white noise of the jets.

Their prize money dropped further and further with every passing second.

—

"What?" Diana's eyes went wide.

Gael leaned back and faced her.

"This place," he said in a low voice, "Is bugged."

She studied him in confusion.

"It's part of the Challenge. The Ripcords Jessica was talking about…"

In a hushed whisper, Gael laid out the Ripcords for Diana. Of course this went right against what the producers of the Games had told him he could do, but Gael was doggedly executing on his plan. Giving Diana the lay of the land was step one…

She listened with growing unease as her ex softly explained the Eavesdropper, the Voyeur, and the Participant.

—

Rakesh squirmed in frustration. The timer ticked down to 2:00, and then 1:00… all the money was draining from their prize coffers and he couldn't even hear what was happening!

"What is that?!" he blurted.

"They must have turned on the hot tub jets," Jessica replied with a wicked smile.

The last minute of the Eavesdropper sliced down, along with a sizable $250,000 of their winnings… with the final, dwindling dollars of the Ripcord, Rakesh panicked for real.

—

"You see the basilisk?" Gael asked Diana.

She looked around, glancing at the stone lizard, the replica of the old U. of Arc mascot.

"There's a camera in it."

Diana's jaw dropped.

"When it's on, a red light will turn on, right where the eyes are."

Diana exhaled with relief. At least the light was off.

"I knew it," she said. "Rakesh promised he wouldn't use the Ripcords…"

Gael just held her gaze steadily.

"What?"

Gall shook his head. He tipped his chin towards the Edgemont insignia on the other side of the hot tub. A small, green light shone at its center.

"He's using the first Ripcord," Gael whispered. "They're listening to us because he chose to…"

Now it became clear why Gael had moved so close to her, why he had turned the jets on full. Why he was speaking to her in that low, conspiratorial tone.

Rakesh had broken their pact.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you," Gael said softly.

And as Diana stared at the bright pinprick of light… it shuddered off.

—

EXT. TENTAÇÃO BEACH—NIGHT

The sound went blank. Rakesh's final minute of the Eavesdropper was done. Diana and him were $250,000 poorer, and he'd learned absolutely nothing about what she was up to.

Jessica rose up from her low squat in the sand, letting Rakesh's eyes soak in her naked, curvaceous body.

"Don't you want to see," she teased, gently shaking her bust from side to side, "What your slutty little wife is getting up to?"

Rakesh shook his head firmly.

He'd already used a sixth of their winnings, and he felt extremely guilty. He couldn't stake any more on the next Ripcord.

"But what were they whispering about?" Jessica went on. She leaned in close. "If you use the Voyeur… you can see everything they're doing. For ten whole minutes…"

Jessica reached down. She ran a hand softly up the inside of his thigh. Rakesh quivered.

"How close to each other do you think they are right now? As close as we are?"

Her soft, pale hand reached the tip of Rakesh's semi-hard rod. The shapely co-host wriggled her fingers teasingly over his pants.

"I'll make you a deal. While you watch them live…"

Jessica grasped Rakesh's rapidly hardening phallus.

"… I'll suck your cock."

He gulped.

—

In the hot tub on Gael's majestic Kama'sueh estate, Diana felt a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

Her husband had broken his vow to her. He'd manifested a patent distrust in her and secretly eavesdropped on their conversation. At the same time, Diana felt oddly comforted by Gael. He'd broken the producers' rules and told her the truth.

Diana took in her ex's easy, handsome smile as he moved back, letting the jets caress his broad shoulders and ripped, muscled physique.

Diana exhaled slightly with the knowledge that at least Rakesh hadn't used the second Ripcord.

"He isn't watching us," she said in a low voice. "He trusts me that much…"

Gael nodded. But he could sense the hesitation as Diana spoke. He could feel the broadening rift in her own trust in Rakesh, as well as her growing faith in Gael.

That was good.

Gael needed Diana to trust him, for his plan to work…

But what happened next surprised even him.

Diana caught the sharp change in his gaze. She saw his eyes drift up to the basilisk statue carved into the rock near the tub.

She glimpsed upwards too.

The red light in its right eye was flickering. Then it turned steadily on.

The young wife looked away sharply. Her heart beat with shock.

Rakesh had started watching them.

—

At the University of Arcana, behind the Edgemont dorms…

All those years ago…

A much younger Gael was doing a little watching of his own.

He watched surreptitiously from the shadows as his girlfriend giggled in the hot tub with her friend.

He could barely discern their voices, traveling across the cool night air, the sound of winter cicadas already buzzing in the small rural town.

He watched as Diana laughed at something Brian had just said. Brian replied, his eyes roaming all over the tight, wet one-piece wrapped around her body. Diana rolled her eyes a little. She moved closer in the tub. She whispered something in her friend's ear.

Then she pressed her body against his.

Gael clutched the gerbera flowers tight. His knuckles turned white around the stems.

The cicadas suddenly paused their choral chirping, and Brian's voice came over the air clear as a bell.

"Won't your boyfriend mind?" he asked.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Diana responded.

The young collegiate stunner moved over and got on top of Brian's lap.

The red gerberas fell from Gael's grasp.

—

Rakesh watched the large screen as it flared up with a vaunted shot of the Kama'sueh hot tub.

There was his wife.

So many years after their college romance, she was sitting with her ex-boyfriend again, in the palatial jacuzzi at his estate. Rakesh couldn't quite make out Diana's outfit under the bubbling jets, but it looked like a black bikini top.

To his great relief, everything seemed totally innocent.

The ex-lovers were spaced across from each other in the tub. They seemed like they were simply having a conversation.

Rakesh exhaled. Waves of tension melted from his body.

"Well, everything looks hunky-dory out there," Chris said on the microphone. The audience seemed a tad disappointed. "Think you wasted that Ripcord, Rakesh?"

Rakesh looked over at the countdown screen. That's right, he remembered. Their prize winnings were drawing out with every second of the live video he watched.

"You could stop it right now, and keep whatever's left of your winnings," Jessica said. Rakesh was about to answer when she lowered herself, once again, onto his lap.

"But then," she went on, grinding her naked body onto his, "You'll never know what my mouth feels like on your cock…"

Rakesh looked back at the screen. It really did all seem so innocent…

—

As Diana went through all the motions of conversation, her mind spun like a pinwheel.

Now she knew that Rakesh had broken his vow to her. He was watching them, right that moment… He'd confirmed that he didn't trust her.

She felt a defiant anger towards her husband. Any infidelity she had practiced at the Hotwife Games, she had done as much for him as for her—to tease him, to excite him, to make him cum. Did he really think so little of her that he'd sacrifice half of their winnings just to spy on her? Winnings that she—not him—had worked so hard to earn?

She looked at Gael's broad, sexy chest and stunningly handsome face. His deeply seductive gaze was fixed on hers. Despite the heat of the tub, she shivered slightly.

"It's still so… surreal," she said.

Gael watched her quizzically. Diana wasn't sure if the second Ripcord was letting Rakesh listen in on them, so she'd elected to keep conversing, to test the waters.

"What is?"

"You. I mean, who you've become, and stuff." Diana sounded a little nervous, almost adolescent. What was Gael doing to her? "Like, seeing you everywhere—movie screens, and the TV, and billboards everywhere. I just—it's weird, you know? I mean, can you believe it?"

Gael kept regarding her squarely with his deep brown eyes, and Diana's belly fluttered.

Finally he said, "Yeah."

"I saw it all happening for me, years and years ago," he went on. "I've always seen it happen. I knew I was gonna make it. That I had to make it… Shit, I can remember the moment I knew I had to."

"Really? When?"

Gael kept his eyes on hers.

—

CUT TO:

Red gerbera flowers drop from Gael's grasp.

They scatter across the winter grass…

BACK:

—

Gael shrugged.

"It's… hard to explain," he said cryptically.

As memories flashed in his mind in jagged spurts—the things he'd seen that night, the things that they changed inside of him—the genius thespian within broke through the surface. The movie star desired by billions. The heartthrob.

Gael Turned It All On.

He smoothly switched topics, and Diana felt like she was carried on a wave of effortless charm. They were merely making idle talk—what their days were now like, what they had been, the people and the trips and the events that had filled the years since their lives had been so intimately tangled.

And yet underneath all the talk, Gael's seductive intention burned stronger and stronger.

Diana felt the heat coursing over the steaming skin of the water. Her whole body felt Gael's desire, received it.

I want you, he was thinking.

She couldn't help it. Her own skin radiated the same intention back.

I want to fuck you, his eyes said boldly. And I'm not sorry.

The patch between Diana's thighs prickled with wetness.

—

Rakesh watched the screen silently as Chris and Jessica narrated commentary for the audience.

"Looks like our ex-lovebirds are having an innocent little chat, doesn't it?" Chris asked.

"Sure… " Jessica answered skeptically. "Except for the big, hot, throbbing chemistry bombing around between them."

It was undeniable. Despite the silence of the live footage unfolding, Gael's and Diana's body language had taken on a distinct—and mesmerizing—quality. The audience could feel the energy between the ex-lovers.

Rakesh fiddled nervously in his seat.

Then Diana stood up, and his heart stopped.

—

"I'm gonna get my champagne," Diana said, rising in the hot tub.

She didn't know what had possessed her to do it. Maybe she needed a break from the sexual tension stiffening between them in the warm waters. Or maybe she just wanted Gael's eyes to scour her stunning body.

As indeed they were doing, right that second…

Diana leaned over one side of the tub and reached for her champagne flute.

—

Rakesh—and the newly electrified audience at the Hotwife Games—watched with open jaws as Diana bent far over the side of the tub.

His naughty wife was in a tiny, black thong bikini.

The kind Rakesh loved seeing her in.

He watched jealously as Gael stared at the shapely globes of Diana's exposed ass. She took her time pouring herself more bubbly, letting her stud ex ogle her barely covered curves.

Jessica giggled and moved behind Rakesh. She began to massage his shoulders.

"Quite the show-off, isn't she?" she said.

—

Diana filled her glass along with Gael's. She brought them over to his side of the tub. He unashamedly let his eyes wash over her gleaming, sexy body.

"The jets on my side are a little too strong," Diana said, handing him his flute. "Are the ones on yours as strong?"

Gael took a deep gulp of his champagne, his eyes fixed on hers.

"No," he said finally.

It was a lie.

They both knew that.

"Mmm," Diana replied, and sat down next to him.

—

Rakesh watched, shocked, as his beautiful wife sidled up next to Gael's muscular body on the live feed.

"Still wanna stop watching?" Jessica asked.

Rakesh didn't answer.

What the hell was his wife doing?

—

Diana felt drunk.

She was a little tipsy from the Dom Perignon, of course, but it wasn't merely that. It was the hot vapors swirling off the tub. It was Gael's ripped movie star physique mere inches from her mostly naked skin. It was his deep, gorgeous eyes sinking into her own.

The hot wife was getting drunk with lust.

Gael felt his giant cock throbbing to hardness in his tightening trunks.

His sexy ex—the woman he'd fantasized about endlessly since they'd parted years ago—was sitting right there next to him, in a minuscule thong bikini. He had bedded quite literally hundreds of women; he was a world-class seducer bar none. He knew all the signs a woman could give him.

She was ready.

"Diana," Gael said, verbalizing the thing his eyes had been telling her all along. "I want you."

A long silence drew out between them.

He saw Diana's pupils dilate. Her full lips moistened and fell open. Her breathing quickened.

Gael leaned forward and put his lips on Diana's.

—

"Fuck…"

Rakesh said it softly, but in the hush that prevailed in that moment on Isla Miranda, the entire audience had heard him swear.

"Damn," Jessica swore too. She gave Rakesh a comforting squeeze on his traps.

All eyes were on the screen. Diana and Gael began to make out with unbridled lust.

—

Diana felt every inch of her skin thrum with arousal. She felt Gael's strong hands scour her back, her thighs, her nearly naked ass.

She clutched and grasped his sizable, muscled arms. Their lips mashed and worked together with a passion that had felt pent-up for a thousand years.

Diana put her tongue in his mouth.

—

Rakesh watched with a growing sense of numbness. The money counter plummeted down as the minutes ticked by.

The audience sat in rapt silence. They watched as Gael raised Diana onto the edge of the tub.

—

Gael grasped Diana's firm, nearly nude ass with hungry fingers. He lifted her up outside the tub. He kissed her deeply.

They were the hottest kisses Diana thought she had felt in her life.

Then her mind began to race with parallel thoughts. She thought of that stark red basilisk eye, watching them from a corner. She justified to herself that it wasn't like she was fucking Gael. They could merely kiss, and perhaps Rakesh would stop watching, and she would go back to him with most of their winnings intact. Hell, it was his fault for using the Ripcord in the first place!

But was he going to use his third Ripcord, and become a Participant?

Gael hungrily pawed at Diana's ass as their tongues explored each other. The two exes were caught in the moment. It was achingly hot, each kiss and grope fueled by a desperate intensity.

It was like they'd both been thirsting for this for a century.

Suddenly, they pulled away from each other at the same moment. Diana gazed deep into Gael's eyes.

A full-bodied melange of old feelings flooded back through them both. Diana's heart beat faster. Gael's cock pulsed.

Diana looked down, gazing at the outline of Gael's huge, hard penis in his tight trunks. It was beautiful. Its robust length, its gigantic mushroom head. Even the full shape of his balls were visible below the rock-hard shaft.

Wetness gushed across Diana's labia. She bit her lip. And she thought of Rakesh. Her loving, loyal husband…

Who had decided not to trust her.

"Show me," she said.

—

Rakesh watched the screen with utter horror.

The timer ticked down past five minutes. Overall, they had lost more than half of their winnings. But Rakesh had forgotten all about that.

The cuckolded husband watched Gael step back from his wife. Diana's legs were spread across the edge of the tub, and she looked down hungrily towards Gael's waist. Slowly, the hunky movie star edged his trunks lower and lower down the bottom of his flat abdomen.

His massive cock popped into view. Diana stared at it with open lips.

"Masturbate," Jessica said.

Rakesh looked up, shaken with the realization that other people were there.

The kinky co-host of the Hotwife Games nodded her head as though commanding him.

"Jerk off to this," she whispered.

Rakesh didn't know why he did it. He didn't know why he did not just call the whole thing off, end the Ripcord, and pocket their remaining prize money.

But he knew he was rock hard.

Rakesh slid off his pants. He grasped his cock and began to slowly jerk off.

He watched his wife on-screen.

She lowered herself slowly back into the hot tub. Then she scooted forward, looking up at her ex-boyfriend. She moved closer and closer, until her face was level with Gael's cock.

It looked absolutely Herculean in her face.

Diana looked up and licked her full lips.

—

"You haven't cum in a while, have you, baby?" Diana teased.

Gael groaned.

"I can tell… " she said, eyeing his full, giant balls. "I remember these…"

At that moment, Rakesh wasn't even a glimmer in Diana's field of thought. All she could see was Gael's gigantic, beautiful cock in front of her. It pulsed, hard and ready.

"These big, full balls… " Diana said, almost to herself. "How I'd tease you until they were totally filled with hot cum… how much you'd spray for me…"

She looked up at Gael. He moaned out a basso growl at Diana's teasing. His cock bobbed painfully in the cool night air, inches from his ex's stunning face.

"Remember cumming all over my face?"

Diana couldn't help herself. She reached out and stroked Gael's full balls.

—

Rakesh secretly watched his wife on the screen, jerking off his cock. Or at least, he thought it was a secret from her.

He didn't know what he must look like to the audience, working his hand over his wang while watching his wife tease her ex-boyfriend. But he couldn't help himself, either…

—

Diana kept teasing Gael with her soft fingers. Perhaps on some level she knew that she was secretly teasing Rakesh—but she was so turned on she could hardly stop the trajectory of her actions. Her pussy gushed with moisture below the surface.

Gael himself resisted the urge to spray cum. The delicious, teasing feel of Diana's fingernails was driving him wild—and her beautiful face being inches from his cock didn't help the matter.

Diana licked her lips and released his balls. She looked up at Gael, reached behind her, and unsnapped her skimpy bikini top. She lowered each strap with agonizing slowness.

Then she let it drop into the bubbling waters.

Gael admired her succulent, beautiful breasts. They had grown even fuller, even more appealing, in the years that had passed.

Diana resumed her soft stroking of her ex-boyfriend's laden gonads. With each gentle caress of his balls, Gael's plan began to fade from his mind. Diana was driving him wild.

She reached forward and lovingly kissed each of his balls—first one, then the other.

The young movie star shook his head, trying to stay focused on the mission at hand…

—

Rakesh watched with a rock in the pit of his stomach. Yet his hand jerked his dick faster and faster.

Jessica watched closely from between his knees.

"Look at that fucking huge, hard cock… " Jessica said, blatantly ogling Gael's mammoth member.

On the screen, Diana dipped further down into the tub. She moved forward…

—

She looked up at Gael. She wanted to tease him, push him to the brink, before she did something she knew he always loved.

She stopped playing with his big balls. She licked her lips. Then she said four words Gael would never forget.

"I've missed your cock…"

Diana let the very tip of her tongue caress the groove of his balls. She dragged it, slowly, up his massive shaft.

—

Rakesh groaned and wanked himself faster, watching his cheating wife.

Diana licked upwards, swirling just the tip of her tongue over Gael's big balls and hard shaft.

"She is such a naughty slut… " Jessica teased.

The co-host of the Games reached out, and grasped Rakesh's balls. He gasped.

"Keep stroking that dick, cucky…"

—

Diana licked back up the length of Gael's bulging shaft. She tickled the groove of his pee-hole and he groaned out in pleasure.

"Diana… " he moaned. She was even better than he remembered…

What was his damn plan, again?

Diana spiraled her wet tongue around the massive head. She was still using just the tip, teasing Gael. She knew just how to make her ex squeal with pleasure, how to pump his balls full of yummy cum for later.

Gael threw his head back, the sensation equally agonizing and pleasurable.

Diana opened her lips wide.

In a single motion, she deep-throated him.

—

Rakesh's eyes went wide. An unearthly sound escaped his lips. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He watched his cheating wife push her mouth all the way down around Gael's massive shaft. He was shocked as she kept shoving it deeper and deeper. All the way, until the colossal wang was buried in her throat, her nose pressing against her ex's pubis.

Gael was groaning in otherworldly bliss.

"How does she do that?" Jessica wondered on the audience's behalf. It was a truly impressive feat to make a dick that large disappear in Diana's mouth.

"A lot of practice… " Chris said.

Jessica pulled Rakesh's hand from his cock. He looked at her surprised, as Jessica began to stroke his shaft for him. The young husband moaned out as she expertly worked his cock for him.

"You deserve a little relief, baby," Jessica said sweetly. "After all, your wife is such a cheating slut…"

—

Diana pulled her mouth up lengthily, sloppily detaching her lips from Gael's cock. His huge wang bobbed in the air, soaked in his slutty ex's saliva, throbbing angrily, harder than it had been in his life.

"Did you miss that?" she asked.

"Fuck yes," Gael said. All the blood in his body felt like it occupied his dick. He could barely think a single thought outside of how much he needed his beautiful ex to keep playing with his cock.

"Mmm, good," Diana said. "Do you wanna cum for me?"

"Fuck yes," Gael grunted.

Diana grinned.

"And I know you do, too," Gael said. He smacked his cock obscenely across her cheeks.

Diana loved the naughty gesture. Suddenly, a switch flipped inside of her. She remembered Rakesh was watching.

And the thought of it turned her on. Her pussy gushed with fresh moisture.

Flushed and aroused, the beautiful hot wife stood up in the warm water. Gael grabbed her and they kissed with hungry, animal passion.

Diana put her hands on his muscular chest, and edged him backwards.

She turned around, slowly. She let Gael's hungry eyes rove all over her fit, curvaceous body. She loved the way his naked cock throbbed in the air, watching her.

She bent over. She put her hands on the edge of the tub.

She rotated her ass slowly, presenting the delicious, shapely globes to her ex.

Gael reached over and spanked her, hard. Diana groaned in pleasure.

She looked back with pure lust in her eyes. She pulled her wispy thong to one side.

"Fuck me," she said.

—

On the set on Tentação Beach, the video feed cut out.

The timer on Rakesh's Voyeur Ripcord had run out.

Jessica instantly stopped stroking his cock. He groaned out in audible pain. The busty co-host looked at Rakesh expectantly.

Chris looked at Rakesh expectantly. The audience looked at Rakesh expectantly.

Half the Vaibhavs' prize money had already been spent. Rakesh had one Ripcord left: the one called "The Participant".

If he used it, it would leave them with only a single dollar in the prize bank. All their efforts at the Hotwife Games would be for utterly nothing.

But at least then he could go to his wife…

His wife, who was about to get fucked by her incredibly hung, movie star ex-boyfriend…

For the first time that night, Jessica's tone wasn't taunting of Rakesh. She sounded genuinely concerned.

"So, Rakesh," she asked. "What are you going to choose?"

Chapter 10 - Flash Memory
Multiple twists rock the contestants on a naughty game show

Gerbera petals lay scattered across the dewy grass.

Gael stared out into the moonlit night. His lank, eighteen-year-old frame shook, but it wasn't from the biting Arcana cold.

He saw the billowing steam of the Edgemont hot tub twist and whorl up into the night sky. He felt his heart thump angrily in his chest. And he watched his girlfriend Diana—a silhouette in the steamy haze—as she hoisted herself onto another man in the hot tub.

Gael felt rooted to the ground behind the darkened college dorms. His belly rose into his throat. He saw Diana's friend, Brian, tear off her bikini top.

The young drama-school student had come to surprise his girlfriend with a weekend visit. Instead he'd ended up facing his own surprise. The worst surprise of all.

Diana was cheating on him.

It hit him cold, like a shotgun blast. So why did he keep watching?

Gael looked on from the shadows as Diana made out passionately with her "friend". He watched as she rose up and let him take off her bikini bottoms. He watched as Brian stood and Diana took his cock in her mouth.

He watched them fuck.

And as Gael looked on, his eyes fixed on the girl he thought was the love of his life bouncing on another man's dick… his own dick inexplicably hard, his palms clammy, raw bile bubbling up his esophagus…

Something was being born inside of him.

From the titillating horror of the moment, a carapace was beginning to grow. A dark, armored shell crystallized with each action of Diana's infidelity. An icy, iron guard-rail flared up around Gael's heart.

In that instant, the future Gael was born.

No matter what it cost, no matter how long it took, no matter whatanyonecould say to him or about him—in that moment, Gael made a pact with himself to rule supreme. He was going to level anything in his way, take on all comers, and take his place in history as king of his domain.

The radiant superstar. The ten-million-watt performing legend. The indefatigable, undefeatable, undeniable sovereign of the world's greatest entertainment empire.

The man who would bed supermodels nightly, two and three at a time. The man who would give every woman he encountered the greatest orgasms of her life, bar none. The man famous for dating a triad of Hollywood's hottest stars at the same time—together.

But… he wouldneverlet someone past all that heart-armor. Never, ever again…

Or so he thought.

And yes, he ruminated, as he watched Diana whorishly suck and fuck in the country moonlight… most of all… some day, in some way…

He would be the man who got his revenge.

—

Years later…

Diana's husband, Rakesh, looked straight ahead. The Cessna seaplane was moving fast underneath him, rocketing over the dark waves of the middle Pacific as though mimetic of Rakesh's own internal urgency.

He looked down. In his right hand, he clutched a single dollar bill.

One dollar. The sum total of all of his and Diana's winnings at the Hotwife Games. After all they had been through,thiswas all that was left… and it was because of Rakesh.

The young husband had made his choice. He'd opted to give away virtually everything they had worked for at the contest—and, he realized with a guilty pang in the pit of his stomach, nearly all of that work had been Diana's. All in the name of ensuring that he wouldn't lose his wife's love.

And yet, Rakesh had no idea what to actually expect when he deplaned at the island estate. He had just watched her on the Games' surveillance screens, seconds from giving in to Gael's sexual wiles.

He felt a silent terror about the prowess of those world-famous wiles… Was Rakesh going to lose his wife's love?

—

Diana felt a flash-bomb of conflict detonate in her mind.

She was bent over the lip of Gael's natural stone hot tub, her thong bikini bottoms held to one side. Behind her, she felt Gael's masculine bulk inch closer towards her. She felt the heat of his giant, swollen member moving for her already sodden lips.

And a name flashed across her brain, in big, brazen red letters.

Rakesh.

Her husband…

"Wait," Diana blurted.

Gael paused behind her.

She couldn't do this… She'd made a promise. She had promised her husband that he could trust her. Yes, he had violated her own stipulations by using two of the Lifelines, but so what? He hadn't, she reasoned, used the third.Right?

Diana had to stop things before they went any further. Before she riskedlosingher husband's love.

"Wait," she repeated, with more certainty in her voice. Diana twisted around. She looked up at her devastatingly handsome, naked ex-boyfriend.

"I can't, Gael."

A range of emotions flickered across his features. Confusion, disappointment, and then a furrow of concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Rakesh… " Diana said haltingly. "He kept my trust. He didn't use the third Lifeline you told me about. He might have watched, but he didn't visit us… I can't break his trust in me."

Gael breathed. Diana's eyes briefly flickered down his ripped abs, to his massive member. She quickly looked back up, slowing her own heavy breathing.

"I love my husband," Diana said simply. "I love him."

—

The island sky was dark black when the limousine dropped Rakesh off at the gates of the Kama'sueh manor. Stars shimmered behind a veil of thin clouds.

Like Diana, the banker did a double-take at the outrageous opulence of Gael's tropical estate. But his disbelief was short-lived, replaced quickly with troubling thoughts of his wife's whereabouts.

He rushed down the long, torch-lined driveway, wrestling with speculations of what he'd encounter inside. Visions of his wifein flagrantewith her ex-lover polluted his mind. He stressed and strategized about how he might stop them mid-action. He felt the sickening thought rise in his gullet again:What if, somehow, Diana had already fallen in love with her ex?

Rakesh barreled through the heavy front door. He scanned the prodigious living room, and saw no sight of them. His eyes finally landed on the distant French doors: they were cracked open.

He emerged onto the moonlit gardens, nearly out of breath. He rapidly eyeballed the width of the lush yard, looking for any sign of a hot tub. That was where he'd last seen his wife on the monitors.

Rakesh quickly found the rock-carved tub. He moved for it. Steam billowed up from its surface. Bubbles crackled to the surface, but their stream was slowly dying out. The jets had recently been turned off.

There was no sign of his wife, or of Gael.

Rakesh whirled around, lost. Where the hell were the two?

His eyes fell downward. Splashes of water dotted the stone walkway leading off from the hot tub. Amongst the small, scattershot pools, he perceived four distinct shapes that kept repeating.

Footprints.

Two pairs of prints led up the stone path. Rakesh followed. The steps wended towards a separate wing of the large estate. With a thumping pulse, Rakesh hurriedly made his way across the path.

They've gone inside, he thought with a sinking belly.They're right in the middle of fucking…

Rakesh threw open the wooden door to the east wing.

"Diana!" he called out.

Then he stopped in his tracks.

—

Instead of an anteroom, the East wing opened into a capacious game room.

Original posters for classic European films draped the walls in gleaming frames. A blue-felt billiards table sat under a lit brass overhang. Along one wall, tropical plants flanked a line of perfectly restored vintage arcade games. A dull, romantic glow lit the jasmine-scented room.

There was a seating area at the center of the room. On a plush, padded couch, Gael was sitting with Diana.

They were far from being in the midst of heated congress. Both were clothed: Gael in a loose white linen shirt and island joggers, Diana in small cutoff jean shorts and a knotted button-down. It was a shirt Rakesh hadn't seen before.

The two weren't in each other's arms. Gael sat forward, concern and conflict in his eyes. Diana had her face buried in her palms.

When the door swung open, the two looked over with a start.

Seconds ticked by. Nobody spoke. With a jolt, Rakesh perceived that Diana's cheeks were slick; she had been crying.

It was her who finally pierced the silence.

"You used the last Lifeline."

Rakesh paused, wavering. He nodded.

"And," she ventured. "We're leaving with nothing…"

Rakesh looked steadily at her across the large room. She was right; what could he say? He had given away the entirety of their winnings—save for one dollars—so that he could be here, now. His mouth opened, closed, and opened again.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She wiped her tears. "Fine," she said.

Diana shot a glance at Gael, then looked squarely back at her husband.

"I need to be honest with you, Rakesh."

Rakesh stepped across the sizable room, moving closer to his wife and her ex-boyfriend.

"I… almost fucked Gael. You probably saw, spying on us on the video feed."

The young banker stopped on the carpet across from the couch. He'd detected the razored tone of her accusation.

"Nothing happened," Diana went on. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't break your trust in me."

Silence flickered across the game room.

"Unlike you…"

The words landed with a thud in Rakesh's skull. He felt a defensive flush heat his face. It ceded, mingling with guilt. Hehadbroken his promise to Diana, had broken their bond of trust.

"It's sad," she said, after a prolonged silence, "Between the two of you… Gael's the only one I can trust."

The words stabbed her husband like razored ice. Rakesh finally looked over at Gael.

The star's disposition surprised him.

Gael seemed contorted in a state of immense internal conflict. Suddenly, he leapt out of his seat and swore.

"Fuck!" he half-shouted. The word came as though loosed from a stoppered bottle.

The muscled star stood. He paced.

Both Diana and her husband looked on, trying to comprehend the outburst. Gael wheeled around and turned to them.

—

THE SCREEN FLASHES TO:

—

"So I made up my mind…"

Diana's brow furrowed, the math adding together in her head.

"Patti Greenham and—what's her name?—Daisey. I arranged for my connect to meet with them before each of their final rounds…"

—

FLASH!

Chapter 11 - The Last Game
Naughty wife plays a high-stakes game with husband and ex

Lithe hands tap a command on the keyboard.

The printer churns to life. Printed sheafs roll in noisy succession. She watches idly.

Her eyes scan the pages flashing past in slab serif Courier, the columnar screenplay formatting facing away from her. Sheet after sheet growls out of the printer.

Lurid and strange phrases seem to jump out to her eyes…
"—gasps in pleasure and shock…"
"—wants her husband to taste it…"
"—he is desperate for release…"
"—no point pulling a Donald Duck impression…"

They'll love this, she thinks, or they will hate this. There's no middle ground.

She smiles.

Isn't that fun?

And anyway, 'middle ground' is the last thing she'd promised to deliver to Lawrence Answer.

There is just one thing that's important to her.

Getting down the truth, and telling it faithfully…

Diana circled the billiards table like a leopard encircling its kill.

The two men in the front seats of her life, Rakesh and Gael, came up the rear with wary looks on their faces.

"The last game of the Hotwife Games," said Diana. "Is a game of pool. Between the two of you."

She moved to the polished rack mounted on the wall. She ran a finger across the range of cue sticks.

"And the prize… is me."

Diana plucked two sticks off the wall. She turned, her eyes sparkling anew, and held them out to the men. Uncertain, Rakesh took a stick from her grasp. Gael did too.

"You're not serious?" Rakesh asked. "That we're…"

"Playing for me. Yes. You win, you keep me. You lose, you don't. Simple."

Rakesh studied his wife closely. They had already tested every erotic boundary of their marriage over the course of the Games, but this—this would be testing its very rudiments. Surely this was a jest… Did she really expect Rakesh was going to risk his marriage on a damn game of pool? Wasshe?

"And if you don't play your shot in—let's see—twenty seconds? You forfeit."

Diana broke into a mischievous grin. With a start, Rakesh realized that his wife was not only serious, but she was starting to enjoy this. He realized that a major part of her objective here was to tease the two men… no, not tease—she wanted topunishthem.

"Why wouldn't we play our shots?" asked Gael.

"Because," Diana said, flashing her twinkling eyes at her ex. "With each shot, I'll be distracting you."

The gorgeous woman reached over the table, giving the men an eyeful of her shapely rear in their tight denim shorts. She whisked the triangular rack off of the fifteen balls. All their eyes snapped to the deep blue felt.

"Ready, boys? The last game… of The Hotwife Games… startsnow."

Rakesh won the coin toss. He lined up his cue ball. He put his stick in the bridge of his hand, bent low, and lined up his shot to break.

He had protested three more times after Diana announced the start of the game. First he re-litigated her seriousness, then her certainty, and finally her sanity. But his wife was brooking no argument.This was it,Diana had told him with finality.Play the game, or you lose me by default.

With a beating chest and a daze of incredulity, Rakesh had chosen heads, and won.

Diana found a mechanical countdown timer atop one of the nearby chess boards. She placed it on the side of the table, and started it.

Rakesh took a deep breath. He'd played a few games of pool at his local pub after work, back home in London—but the sport wasn't exactly his forte.

He considered all the events that had led to this moment. It was his final decision that had made them lose all the money they'd earned at The Hotwife Games. That had been a sizable prize stack; but now he was playing for the highest possible stakes he could even fathom—staying with his wife.

Rakesh tried to shake the thought and focus on making a strong first shot. He drew back the stick and aimed.

Then he felt a tongue tickle his earlobe.

"Tick… tock… " Diana breathed, licking over her husband's right ear.

The young banker gasped.

"Ten seconds left… nine… " Lick. "Eight…"

Hurriedly, Rakesh shot the ball. He was so distracted that he barely made contact with the other spheres, smacking the cue into them with a light touch. But at least he hadn't scratched.

"You're serious about that distraction thing, huh?" asked Gael, chalking his stick.

"Rules are rules," Diana said, eyeing her ex with a mischievous, challenging stare. "Your turn."

Shewashaving fun with this… but she could feel the question simmering over all of their heads, not least of all her own. Was she really, truly serious about letting the victor "have" her? Not just in an act of lust, but for life—to be with her, mind, body, and soul? The hotwife gulped down her own doubt. Deep inside, she already knew the answer.

And her conviction absolutely surprised her.

Yes.

Gael moved into position, angling his shot as she hit the timer.

Just as he was releasing the stick, Diana reached around from behind him and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh.

"Hey!" Gael blurted, fumbling his shot. The cue ball limped ineffectively towards the other balls and kissed the Red 11.

Diana giggled and moved off. With a slight feeling of triumph, Rakesh took aim once more.

This time, the banker readied himself mentally for his wife's focus-stealing tactics. He steeled himself to shut out any tongue insertions or thigh-touching. He leant over and took aim.

Suddenly Diana was running a hand over his ass. She stroked one soft finger through his denim-cloaked ass-crack. But his mental armor paid off. Rakesh's cue stick connected and—crack—he sent the triangle of balls rolling across the felt.

The trio watched the spheres rocket over the table until the solid Blue 2 fell into one of the holes with a satisfyingplonk.

"Solids!" Rakesh called out, more animated than he intended. "I'm solids."

Diana smacked her husband's athletic ass in congratulations.

"Good job," she said, and kissed him on the cheek. She made a note to up the ante on his next round.

Gael took up his stance next. The timer began.

The movie star took aim for the nearest striped ball—the Yellow 9. His legs were tensed in anticipation of Diana's distracting hands—but to his surprise she walked around to the other side of the table. She positioned herself behind the center hole, the one across from Gael that happened to be his target.

Gael pulled back his cue stick, when Diana hooked her fingers around the midriff knot of her shirt. She pulled it open and yanked up the cloth.

The naughty hotwife had timed it perfectly. As his cue zoomed forward, Gael couldn't help but look up. Diana's hands cupped her shapely tits, hiding her nipples provocatively, and jiggling their ample flesh.

Gael chipped the cue ball off-center and it rolled gently and ineffectively towards the 9 with a tap.

"Shit," he exhaled. Diana kept her palms teasingly over her nipples, looking back at him with a salacious grin.

Rakesh's wife kept up the tease for the next several shots. As Rakesh lined up his move, she turned and pulled open her shirt. It dropped to the floor. Both men's eyes were on the sexy seductress as she rotated around, hiding her boobs and pushing them up with one forearm. Rakesh hit nothing.

The tension around their little game was palpable. None of them could forget the fact that the stakes were intensely high. Not a word was spoken for minutes as they hit the balls in turn.

Gael maneuvered himself to take down the striped 13, and Diana decided to change that.

"Are you gonna win, Gael?" she half-whispered. "Are you gonna winme?"

The men were now sporting semi-erections in their pants. Diana kept rubbing and kneading her hidden tits in her palms, tempting those boners into growing harder.

"If you do win… " Her eyes blazed into Gael's. "You canfuckme. Right here on this table."

Gael breathed as the counter ticked lower. He had six seconds to make his shot. He had been teased with the prospect of fucking Diana all evening, and he tried to will the blood back up from his dick and into his brain.

"I'll be all yours, Gael… Always… At any time…"

Crack!Gael slammed the 13 ball and sent it directly into the corner pocket.

"Yes!" he cheered.

Perhaps it was dumb luck, or perhaps Diana's teasing was having the opposite effect from the one she'd intended—but the movie star's focus redoubled itself. He sank another ball while Diana kept up her dirty talk. As she danced and gyrated with just her fingers on her nipples, he sank two more. And then another still…

Rakesh's belly dropped. He looked around the table in horror, realizing that Gael merely had two balls left to slay before taking the 8, compared to Rakesh's six. When Gael didn't nab the next one, the young financier breathed and began his turn.

As soon as Gael had hit the timer, Diana released her tits. Both men were extremely familiar with the sight—and yet the two of them could hardly help but gawk at Diana's shapely boobs.

Her husband willed himself to look away. The timer ticked rapidly down—12… 11… 10…

"Focus, Rakesh," the banker said to himself. He was so occupied aiming and re-aiming his shot that he didn't notice Diana stealing back around the table and moving behind him with a wicked grin.

Before he could release his shot, Diana reached between his legs and grabbed his hard cock.

Rakesh yelped and the cue stick whipped upwards, smacking the white ball uselessly. The cue ball rolled off from the choppy English and touched the side rail.

"Scratch!" said Gael. Per the rules, he reached into the left corner pocket and retrieved Rakesh's 2. He dropped it back at center-table.

Fucking hell, Rakesh thought, enjoying the feeling of Diana's hand massaging his boner through his pants, but aghast at his thwarted shot. Now he hadnoballs in and seven left to pot, compared to Gael's two.

With a shock, he noticed Gael looking at him with a severe intensity in his eyes. This was no game to him. The star was hell-bent on his mission of taking Diana away from Rakesh.

Taking Diana forever…

Now that Diana had decided that touching the guys' cocks was on the table, she figured it was time to ratchet the stakes several notches.

Gael resolved himself to knock an easy Purple 12 into the corner pocket three inches away from it. He breathed, using his considerable prowess as a performer to blot out the world and narrow in on the ball.The Zone, they called it in his business.

If only he hadn't blotted Diana out of his focus…

His naughty ex moved swiftly behind him, and before his cue-stick flew towards its destination, she hooked her fingers into his waistband. As quickly as she could, she whisked down his shorts and his boxers.

Both Gael and Rakesh gasped as Diana giggled with pleasure. His shot was thrown, making contact but missing the easy pot.

Diana kept giggling as she helped Gael step out of his underwear. She looked up to see him shedding his own shirt, too—no point pulling a Donald Duck impression now.

Fuck, his body is amazing, she thought for the umpteenth time, as her hungry eyes roamed up his muscular naked ass to his broad, chiseled torso. She bit her lip admiringly.

She was surprised to see Rakesh was having just as profound a reaction.

Her husband was staring downward with a mix of awe and abject horror. His eyes were saucers as they imbibed the engorged sight mere feet away.

Sure, Gael's cock had looked large when semi-flaccid in the half-light on Tentação Beach. And it certainly seemed formidable when he'd seen it in the video feed of the hot tub. But now, inches from him and fully erect from Diana's expert teasing, the thing looked utterlyhumongous.

How the fuck did Diana ever get that inside her?he couldn't help wondering.

The naughty wife rose from her haunches. She'd clocked Rakesh's disbelieving stare… and it gave her an idea.

In typical Diana fashion, it was a very naughty idea…

—

Rakesh twisted the cube of chalk over his stick, his eyes returning unconsciously to the throbbing member protruding from Gael's waist. The banker tried to divert himself. He had to focus on making his next shot.

To his surprise, Diana didn't move back around to his side of the table. As the timer began its descent and Rakesh angled his shot, she sidled up to her ex instead.

While Rakesh took aim once more for the Blue 2, Diana reached down. She wrapped her soft fingers around Gael's massive length.

The naked superstar inhaled and Diana began to softly stroke him off. Rakesh's eyes bulged at the sight. She kept her eyes on her husband.

"Time's almost up… " Diana teased in an affected purr, as she massaged the huge rod.

Rakesh hurriedly glimpsed at the timer slicing down from four seconds. He quickly took his shot. He missed the pocket by several inches.

"Aww… what's the matter, baby?" Diana asked. "Something distracting you?"

She grinned at her cuckolded husband while moving her palm up and down her ex's massive, naked cock. Gael groaned as she abruptly stopped her handjob.

"Your turn," Diana said. She hooked her fingers in her own waistband and dropped her cut-off jean shorts to the floor. She stepped out of them, all the while pretending to ignore the two men's ravenous eyes on her hot, curvaceous body. Then Diana bent over to retrieve the fallen shorts, letting the boys ogle her ass in her tiny black thong.

"Ugh," Gael grunted, in frank admiration. He briefly fondled his own naked cock, then resumed his place at the table. He sized up the three remaining stripes. He had a match to win here, and Diana was only making the prize more desirable.

He bent over to make his shot and the naughty wife slid up behind him. Diana ground her body against his naked ass and gyrated herself on him, hoping to spoil his shot. Rakesh watched jealously.

Somehow, Gael mustered his performing chops again, and hit a perfect shot. With a light tap, the Green 14 went rolling home.

"Fuck yeah," Gael smiled. He moved around the table, his colossal cock bobbing in front of him and drawing his ex's hungry eyes. Rakesh realized with a sinking dread that the movie star had obviously played a whole lot of pool before, and certainly more than he ever had.

As though reading Rakesh's mind, Gael smirked and said, "Might have a couple pool tables at my L.A. crib."

He had just one ball to go before he reached the eight-ball. Of course, all that pool experience couldn't prepare him for Diana's next surprise…

Gael readied the shot. He bent over the table. He bolstered the stick in the cradle of his thumb. He prepared himself to block Diana from his mind and zero in on the white ball in front of his stick. He drew the stick back and—

Diana dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth.

Gael gasped in pleasure and shock.

His cue ball careened off and smacked the wrong striped ball. He hardly cared at the moment. He looked down at his slutty ex, who was looking up at him with the bulging head of his dick between her full lips.

Wetly and methodically, Diana sucked up and down the full length of his Herculean cock.

Rakesh's eyes swelled into orbs. His breathing quickened as he watched his naughty wife give a sloppy blowjob to her ex-boyfriend. Unlike last time, he wasn't watching on a distant video feed. Mere feet away, the filthy sight he'd masturbated to in his imagination was playing out in real time.

And, though he didn't want to admit it, it was even hotter than he'd imagined…

Slutty Diana, in nothing but a tiny thong, was taking inch after inch of Gael's thick, hard, mega-sized cock in her mouth. Rakesh's Diana… his slut wife.

Diana swirled her tongue over the sizable glans, licked up and down its length, then took Gael's dick in her hand and turned to Rakesh.

"What are you waiting for, hubby?" she said, arching her brows with a sardonic grin. "It's your turn."

—

Rakesh had to shake himself back into focusing on the game. Reluctantly, he took his cue stick and surveyed the dismal conditions on the pool table. All seven of his balls were still scattered around the felt, while Gael had a single ball remaining before he'd take on the eight-ball.

Rakesh's wife put both of Gael's swollen balls in her mouth…

With delicious, wet, lengthy licks, Diana bathed the handsome movie star's testicles in front of her husband. Gael groaned and threw his head back. Rakesh tried hard to focus as Diana dragged her tongue up the star's big cock and put it back in her mouth. She made a point of never breaking eye contact with her husband as she performed her cheating blowjob.

Rakesh had to break his gaze when he noted the timer clicking downward in the background. He aimed, reared back his stick, and missed.

Diana smiled around her ex's hard dick. She bobbed slowly up and down its length, looking right at her husband who now looked back with jealous eyes.Jealous eyes, sure,thought Diana.And by the bulge in his pants, a painfully hard dick.

The hot wife's pussy gushed at her naughtiness, moistening the tiny thong.

Gael felt his balls dance heavily. Despite literal hours of relentless cock-teasing, he hadn't ejaculated once all day, and his groin ached with a thick load desperate for release. His balls were full, and heavy. Diana sensed this and it turned her on even more. As the slutty wife slobbered over his dick, Gael felt his cum tingling towards a climax.

Diana's eyes flickered from her husband up to Gael, and he realized he was up at bat.

She kept her lips wrapped around his shaft, lifting off her knees and moving with him as he took his position behind the table.

Gael had to shake his head and laugh at her naughtiness. Then the nude stud took aim for the Purple 12.

Rakesh watched from the corner of the table, his chest pounding with betrayal and arousal.

The movie star breathed, trying to steady his heart rate. He practiced his shot, moving the cue back and forth without connecting. All the while, Diana kept sucking his cock. She looked at her husband who was staring back with a look of shellshock. Diana had another naughty idea…

While Gael readied his shot, she widened her mouth around the massive head of his dong. Keeping her gaze on Rakesh, she stretched her lips into a large 'O'.

Damn, Gael washuge. Did she still remember how she'd managed to do it, back in her college dorm?

Diana moved her lips down… lower and lower…

Gael and Rakesh both gasped as Diana pushed further, and further. The timer ticked down from 10, to 9, to 8, as Diana went all the way down. She was determined to deep-throat Gael's monster cock in front of Rakesh.

"Fuck… fuck… " Gael groaned. No woman he had ever met had been able to fit all of his gigantic rod into her mouth… no woman, that is, but sexy Diana.

Diana went down, and down further. Her throat opened up and Rakesh heard her gurgle. She pushed all the way down until her nose was buried in her ex's trimmed pubes. His golf-ball-sized cock-head popped into her hungry throat.

Rakesh stared, absolutely agog. Diana's eyes never left her husband's.

See? she was saying mentally. See how good I am at this, baby? In an odd way, she was proud of herself. In an odder way, so was Rakesh.

Then Gael saw the timer. Four seconds left… Three… He rushed into action, awkwardly positioning himself while his cock was buried in Diana's throat. He smashed the cue ball.

It went rocketing into the 12, but with his english all off, sent it nowhere.

He groaned as Diana swirled her tongue under his cock, letting it pulsate in the back of her throat. She tickled his balls a little. Gael threw his head back and moaned. It was then that she realized he was closer to cumming than she'd surmised.

Diana detached speedily, pulling up and off of him. With a sloppy pop, his soaking wet cock bobbed free. Repeating a trick she used on him in college, Diana pushed Gael's shaft up against his abs and pressed tightly.

He groaned, both in pain and pleasure. Diana grinned up at him.

"Uh-uh… " she teased. "Only the winner gets to cum."

Diana looked over at her husband, and held Gael's cock in place until his urge subsided.

"The winner gets me… " she said, biting her lip. "I'll be a little slut, juust for the winner…"

Diana grinned at Rakesh, then she let her tongue steal out and tickled along Gael's big, full balls.

"And," she added with an arching eyebrow. "He gets to cum inside me…"

Rakesh could not explain exactly what took hold of him.

But when he heard this, something ignited inside…

He still didn't fully know if Diana was serious about all this. He didn't want to believe it—surely this was all a silly game, and a ridiculously cruel one at that. But he knew he couldn't lose to Gael. Not like this.

Diana resumed stroking her ex's giant dick as Rakesh focused in. He lined up his shot.

Thwack! In went the Yellow 1.

"Mmm, I see I made you a little jealous, baby… " Diana teased him. Rakesh looked over as she nibbled Gael's cock tenderly. He turned resolutely back to the table.

While Rakesh's slutty, cheating wife sucked her ex off in slow, teasing motions, the young banker suddenly began to pot one ball after the next…

First the Purple 4, then the Burgundy 7, then the Green 6. He didn't even line up the shots, just attacked each like a predator on a hunt.

Diana watched from her kneeling vantage point, impressed. Her oral edging was doing a number on her ex, but it seemed to have had the opposite effect on Rakesh. Her husband was catching up fast.

The next ball required Rakesh to come around the table for his shot, standing right next to Diana and Gael. Gael shifted sideways to allow him more room, but instantly, Diana had other plans.

She held Gael's hips steady while swallowing his meaty cock-head. It was about time she distracted Rakesh out of his winning streak.

"Mmm… " she intoned, sliding her wet tongue all over the pulsing hard cock. "His big dick tastes so good…"

Diana looked at her husband, who was bent over his shot only a foot away. He flinched at the distraction. But he breathed, and angled his cue stick. It was a relatively straight shot to the middle pocket.

"He's so much bigger than you," Diana exclaimed. "He makes yours look like a shrimp-cock, Rakesh…"

Rakesh gritted his teeth angrily, willing away the noise. He pulled the stick back.

"I'm a slut for big, hard cocks… Watch me, baby…"

Rakesh's glance ticked over to his wife right as the cue connected. Diana began to slap Gael's hefty shaft into her face.

"I'm a slut! I'm his slut! A slut for his big cock, not your little one…"

Rakesh had completely missed his shot.

Diana giggled as he swore, knowing that playing into her husband's cuckold fetish would do the trick. She knew that he knew she was just teasing. But now it was time to get Gael…

She released his cock and raised up off her haunches.

"Take this off for me, hubby," Diana said, turning and presenting her ass to Rakesh. She hooked her thumbs into her thong.

Rakesh made sure to first hit Gael's timer, and then—for the same inconceivable reason he had come so far—he decided to indulge his wife.

"You're such a fucking slut," he said, anger bubbling in his voice.

"And you love it," Diana replied huskily, pushing her ass towards him. Rakesh didn't reply. He couldn't. His cock was engorged as he drew the tiny thong off his wife's shapely ass and down her legs.

Once Diana stepped out of it, he realized that he was now the only clothed person in the room.

Crack!

"Yes!" Gael suddenly exclaimed. Occupied with getting Diana naked, the pair had missed the fact that the handsome movie star had sneakily gone and sent the final striped ball directly into a corner pocket.

Rakesh's heart sunk.

All that was left for Gael was the black eight-ball, and the game would be his. And so would Diana…

Rakesh hit the timer. Twenty seconds began.

The movie star took his time lining up the shot. Diana couldn't help but admire the slabs of muscle on his ripped, buffed-up body, stretching and flexing as he bent over the table.

Her Diana's eyes traveled over his black, to his hot, meaty ass…

She knew she had to turn up the heat before Gael went and nailed that eight-ball. She gently stepped behind him. She silently lowered herself down to her knees.

Rakesh's brows furrowed as he watched his slutty wife reach her hands up with slow, deliberate precision.

Gael reared back his cue-stick. Diana parted his ass-cheeks, and began to lick his asshole.

—

The world spun around Gael in a sudden, vertiginous vortex of pleasure.

Both the superstar and Rakesh gasped in audible shock. Then Gael's gasp morphed into a loud, long moan.

He felt the warm, wet length of Diana's tongue suddenly dragging along his sensitive rosebud. Fireworks exploded in his skull.

"Oh FUCK, Di!" he groaned.

Diana slurped over his asshole again. "Mmphh—don't—" She licked and kissed his asshole. "Don't forget—" She kept his muscular glutes spread with her hands, and swirled her tongue sluttishly around his puckered hole. "Don't forget the timer."

Rakesh watched, stupefied, as his naughty wife serviced her ex's ass like a total whore. The cuckold husband could barely feel his extremities. His hardened cock throbbed painfully in the fabric cage of his jeans.

If he felt it was strange before, now he found it utterly humiliating to be fully clothed while his naked wife gave her ex-boyfriend a rimjob. Humiliating, and inconceivably erotic…

Gael's timer was rapidly descending to zero. With wobbling hands he steadied his stick, but he found it nigh impossible to focus on anything other than his slutty ex whirling her tongue in his ass.

He took a wavering shot. He barely scraped the eight-ball.

Just as fast, he dropped the stick and bent fully over the felt. The sensation of Diana's rimming was just too pleasurable for him to resist.

"Mmaahh—"

Animal sounds emanated from the young hotwife as she slobbered and licked around her ex's tight rear-hole. She felt filthy and completely ensconced in the dirty act. She loved the salty, musky taste of ass.

The movie star shut his eyes and shivered with pleasure. Rakesh, meanwhile, was rooted to the spot. Peripherally, Diana clocked her husband's dumbfounded stare. She addressed him between long, slow licks over Gael's puckered asshole.

"Baby… mmm… your time… mmpphh… is starting."

"Fuck—" Gael growled, with his face sideways on the table. "It feels—so—fucking good—when you do that…"

His ex-girlfriend's tongue felt divine as she slobbered over his sensitive asshole. Diana giggled, pulling back and smacking one cheek.

"You always loved when I did this for you," she teased. "All the boys love my rimjobs…"

Always? thought Rakesh. So she's done this many times for Gael… And for other men, too?

He flared with jealousy as his slut wife continued to methodically rim her ex. Diana had never once licked his ass.

"Clear the table," Rakesh said with a cold authority that surprised even him. He was addressing Gael.

The star's eyes popped open as he grunted with pleasure. He realized he was in the way of Rakesh's shot. He lifted up and put his palms on the edge of the table. Diana pushed her tongue deep into his crack.

Smash! Rakesh fired his shot with a newfound energy and focus—powered by a cold, quiet sense of rage.

The cue ball careened into the Red 3, and sunk it.

Diana heard the ball drop into the pocket. The truth was, she was enjoying this too much. There was something so deliciously, pussy-soakingly kinky and wrong about rimming her ex-boyfriend right there in front of her husband. Heck, she found Gael's asshole downright delicious.

With even more energy than when Diana deep-throated Gael, Rakesh took aim for yet another solid. Gael continued to moan and groan with Diana's practiced tongue playing in his ass.

Rakesh took the Blue 2 with a firm shot to the center pocket. He marched around the table, studying the felt: just one more to go before the eight-ball.

"FUCK!" Gael almost screamed, as Diana spiraled her tongue right into his asshole.

Rakesh grew more incensed at his cheating wife. His next shot had put him next to the pair again, and he looked down at the naked actor's ass.

Diana had one meaty, honed cheek in each hand and was spreading them as far as she could. She had buried her face in Gael's sweaty crack. She kept pushing her tongue deep, right up inside his tight asshole. She was tickling the inside of his rectum with her wet tongue.

Gael writhed and moaned like he was being tortured with pleasure. Diana reached between his legs and took a hold of his hard dick. She stroked it as she assaulted his ass with a slutty hunger. She wriggled her tongue around deeper in his rectum, drawing another tortured moan.

Rakesh felt like he was having an out-of-body experience.

He felt like his hands were moving on autopilot as they loosened his belt. His pants came open and he fished out his painfully rigid cock. He watched his loving wife drill her tongue into the asshole of a bigger-dicked stud, and stroked himself.

Gently, Diana drew her tongue through the tight ring of her ex's delicious asshole. The stud wriggled erotically on the table, the massive, shapely trunks of his legs shaking with pleasure.

Diana felt like an absolute, filthy, teasing slut. And she loved it.

She slid her wet tongue out of her ex-boyfriend's sopping asshole. She tickled the puckered hole with the tip, making Gael squirm.

"You like watching me, baby?" she said to Rakesh. She looked him in the eyes as she leaned forward and French-kissed Gael's ass. She practically made out with his wet, puckered asshole. Rakesh grunted, his mind glazed and disoriented, jerking himself faster.

All three of them had forgotten to start the timer for his shot.

"You do, don't you?" Diana grinned. Once again she swiped her tongue all around Gael's butthole, making him shiver and gasp. "You like watching your wife be—mmhh—an ass-licking slut… don't you? MMFF!"

Diana buried her face in her ex's ass. She inhaled deep as she French-kissed the dirty asshole again. Then she pulled herself back, licking her lips and staring at her husband.

"Better play your shot," she grinned. She reached up and started the timer.

The game had momentarily vanished from Rakesh's consciousness… but when he looked back at the table, his spirits shot up.

His final solid, the Orange 5, was on a direct path to the corner pocket—and if he hit it gently, the shot would line him up for an effortless run at the 8.

Hurriedly, Rakesh pulled his underwear back over his boner. He zipped his jeans. He tried to ignore his wife, who had returned to her noisy, sloppy rimjob.

Rakesh aimed his stick, took a deep breath, and fired his shot. Bam.

The Orange dropped into the corner pocket.

Briefly, Gael opened his pleasure-racked eyes to see what had happened. Disappointment flickered over them. Then he shut them once again as Diana stuck her tongue back into his quivering rear.

Rakesh re-chalked his cue. He surveyed the shot carefully. There were just two balls studded on the dark blue felt: the white cue ball, and the black eight.The latter was about six inches from the upper corner, and Rakesh had a very strong chance at chopping it in.

He bent down and put his stick over his hand.

Despite her ongoing ass-play, Diana had noted the game's progression from the corner of her eye.

A filthy notion lit up in the hot wife's head.

She formulated a hasty plan. Her self-appointed job here was to distract both the men, by any means necessary, and this idea certainly fell under the ken of "any means". But she'd have to wait till the last possible second to execute her strategy. She needed the element of surprise.

She waited until Rakesh had done a few practice strokes in the air.

This was it—one final shot, and the game was his. The dizzying, surreal, Herculean trials of will and sanity that they called the Hotwife Games would all be over.

And most of all, Diana would be his…

Which was what he wanted… Right?

He paused, swallowing the seed of doubt that sprouted into that final thought.

He yanked his cue stick backwards to lay out the last shot. Engrossed, he barely noticed Diana rising off of her haunches behind Gael. He hardly clocked her moving towards him.

The gorgeous wife's timing was impeccable. Right as Rakesh pushed the cue stick forward, Diana leaned around him. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth.

The cue ball went rolling off upon impact as Rakesh gasped into his wife's mouth. Diana frenched him, rotating her tongue in his shocked mouth. A thick, musty taste and smell permeated his senses.

The shock had led Rakesh to hit the ball much softer than he'd intended, and as Diana straightened up, smashing her naked body into his, Rakesh realized exactly what was happening.

Diana swirled her tongue in her husband's mouth. She kissed him with a deep, carnal passion.

She wanted her husband to taste her lover's asshole…

Rakesh recoiled in a combination of repulsion and deep, humiliating arousal. Gael raised his eyebrows, his continuing surprise at Diana's sluttiness only climbing.

Then his eyes shifted to the action on the table.

The cue ball rolled leisurely towards the black eight-ball. It connected.

Diana ran her tongue all over her husband's tongue. The same tongue that has just rolled around deep inside Gael's ass. Rakesh could taste her ex's asshole on her lips and tongue, could smell it on her breath and her face. He felt every muscle inside him want to pull away—yet his erection bulged hard up against his wife.

Diana moaned in pleasure, her naked cunt flooding at the sensation of humiliating her husband so wickedly and deliciously—and knowing that, secretly, he loved it. Then, slowly, she eased away.

Rakesh looked at his wife in punctuated horror. She bit her lip and smiled wickedly. Her plan had worked… hadn't it? He'd been sufficiently distracted, and the game could continue…

They both glanced at the table to find out.

The eight-ball was still rolling, carving a long, agonizing path across the felt. The ball's glacial pace seemed to be imbued with consciousness, wary of the three anxious pairs of eyes watching its progress.

The ball rolled, and rolled…

And it dropped into the corner pocket.

Diana gasped. Rakesh shouted out loud.

"I fucking won!"

But Gael's vision stayed fixated on the table.

Due to Rakesh's distractedly gentle shot, the cue ball hadn't ricocheted back as he had intended. Instead, it kept rolling in the same direction as the felled eight-ball… and rolling…

It tipped right over the edge of the pocket…

The Vaibhavs looked back down.

The ball dangled precipitously, half on felt and half over the pocket's edge… and there it stopped.

They held their breath.

Then the white sphere traveled gently forward. It dropped into the hole.

The light clack of resin sounded like a thunderclap.

Rakesh had lost the game.

Chapter 12 - Eight Deadly Letters
He watches his wife with another man, until she shocks him

Dread swallowed Rakesh.

Dark, abysmal anxiety soaked him down to his toes.

He turned to his wife. Diana's mouth was parted. Her gaze was stuck on the now-empty pool table. Calculations were racing through her mind. Rakesh had just potted both the eight-ballandthe white cue ball—a scratch after the final pot. A fatal error, and one that landed a single thing home with deafening certainty: Gael had just won the game.

Which meant that the movie star had won… Diana?

The young wife's chin tipped upwards. She found Gael's eyes, staring back. They were wide with an all-consuming, fiery hope.

She looked at her husband, who was watching her with devouring trepidation.

The young wife's heart sledgehammered in her chest.Was she really going to follow through with her reckless, insane promise?

Rakesh looked at his wife with dampening eyes. Their watery rims belied the knot forming rapidly in his stomach.

Much as Diana had before the fateful, final game, the perplexed young woman felt her eyes drift back and forth between the two men… Her husband still in all his clothes, his lips parted and quivering with unspoken beseechments; and her ex-lover, nude and carved like a prehistoric god, devouring her essence with his hungry glare…

Both men had already betrayed her, in one sense or another. And of course, she had betrayed both the men.

A decision coalesced inside her head. A test. Yes, she asserted, as a scheme came together: If, at any point, Rakesh would object to what was happening… she would stop all of it.

She found herself walking towards one long end of the billiards table. She found herself moving between the two men.

Fuck.She breathed.She just had to really, really hope Rakesh was going to object…

She leant her body forward, bending her curvaceous, naked torso over the felt. She pushed her ass out behind her, and gazed backwards.

"Take me, Gael."

—

Rakesh's heart axel-jumped into his throat. His palms and feet turned clammy. His breaths stopped in his chest.

This was it.

He had lost his wife…

The cuckolded man watched with jellied legs as Gael approached Diana's obscenely presented rear, his rock-hard, enormous cock protruding towards its target.

Gael's own chest thumped intensely. He grasped his formidable member in his fist. He was harder than he'd been in his entire life. He was about to fuck the woman he'd secretly loved for years. The woman he'd never stopped loving.

Diana rotated her shapely ass in the air, tempting him with her seductive curves. Then she confirmed the import of this singular moment, making her husband's heart drop further.

"I'm yours, Gael… " she said, staring back with those stunning, almond-shaped eyes.

Rakesh was about to throw up. Gael moved closer. The throbbing head of his cock brushed against Diana's sex. She was soaking wet.

"You're mine," he grunted, half in disbelief, readying to thrust himself inside his ex's pussy and cement the claim.

And then a voice rang out so loudly it echoed off the high wooden beams.

"Don't!"

Diana and Gael turned to look at Rakesh. Never once had either heard his tone hold such authority and volume. He was practically roaring, the vocals seeming to emanate from the center of the earth and up through his skinny body.

"Don't do it," he said, steadier, with a metallic conviction.

The two lovers paused in their pre-coital positions. Diana's eyebrows shot up at her husband's steadfastness.

He'd done it…

He had done the one thing she'd hoped for.

"Gael won the game," she said softly, after a long pause. Yet her heart was soaring. "I told you those were the rules."

"I don't care," Rakesh nearly spat in response. "I know I wanted to watch you with other men. I know you wanted that, too. But if you go through with this… it'll be the last you ever see of me."

Diana stared. She felt Rakesh's words vibrate down inside her viscera. He was deadly serious.

Bent over, nude, vulnerable, with her moistened sex exposed and parted for the handsome stud behind her, the young woman felt her mouth quiver into a small smile.

Had this been the exact reaction she'd been hoping to elicit all along… from the very beginning of The Hotwife Games?

Through every challenge of those sordid Games, every darkly erotic test she had personally lobbed at Rakesh—had she merely been waiting for her husband to assert his resolve? Hoping that, at some point, he would stand up, virile and unyielding, and claim her to beall his? And now, finally, at her most compromising moment of unspeakable temptation, here it was…

"I—" The flushed wife choked out the syllable.

For the first time in the long span of the Games, Diana felt totally out of control. Her shapely buttocks tensed in the air as the weight of her future descended over her thoughts.

"Can't—"

But before she could finish, it was Gael who spoke.

"Go."

Diana spun towards him in surprise. Slowly, with sinuous reluctance tensing his every muscle, the movie star released his grip on Diana's waist. She twisted back, shocked. Gael barely looked at her or at Rakesh as he pulled away, his member still hard and shining with Diana's spit.

"Go to him. You two… belong together," he said.

A heavy, melancholic glaze covered his eyes. His buoyant charisma was all but gone as he moved further away and Diana stood up. He turned his muscled back and padded gently away from the couple.

"You deserve to be happy," he said sadly in Diana's direction. "Rakesh can do that for you."

Diana studied him, new moisture pooling in her eyes.

It was a sacrifice. Gael's sacrifice, for her.

She turned to her husband. He studied her with a still-dubious glare.

"What were you going to say?" Rakesh asked. "'I can't… ' Can't be with him, or can't stop what you were doing?"

"Can't be with him," Diana said.

With the gentle, measured steps of a small animal, she moved towards her husband.

"I don't want to lose you. I wanted you to stop us…"

Gael kept his eyes facing the picture windows—kept his gaze on the long, glowing phosphorescence of his lit swimming pool. The aquatic glow danced across his irises.

He dared not look behind him. Dared not even glimpse at Diana and her husband pushing into an embrace, letting their lips lock together, reconnecting as one while all his secret fantasies of their own shared future evaporated like the steam rising from the Arcana hot tub in the shrine of his memory.

Diana kissed Rakesh gently and tentatively. His lips were cold. Slowly, more reachingly, she kissed again. After a pause, he returned it.

Soon the two were making out passionately.

"There are three guest bedrooms in this wing," Gael said, breaking their concentrated tryst. "You can stay at any one. I'll take a boat to the mainland."

He gathered his strewn clothes from the floor, when Rakesh spoke again.

"Wait," Rakesh said.

Still holding Diana's waist in his arms, he turned to the naked actor.

"Where's the master bedroom?"

Gael's brow hardened. Was this a test? Some kind of primal dominance dance, all for the benefit of his wife—to show that Rakesh would not only accept victory, but cement it by fucking Diana in Gael's master bed?

"I want you to take us there," Rakesh said.

What he said next shocked both the others.

After a beat, he added, "And I want you to be there with us."

Diana's eyes shot wide open. Rakesh turned calmly towards her.

"I'm in charge now."

—

Soft lighting fell in amber pools over the colossal second-story bedroom. An expansive view of the dark ocean was visible through a glass wall leading to a wide, sea-facing balcony.

A luxuriant bed faced the vista, centered against the opposite wall. Plush, silk sheets were covered with red rose petals. So was the deep white carpet. The whole room smelt of their sweet, floral aroma.

Clearly, Diana thought as the three entered,Gael had been planning a very romantic evening.

He had planned to fully seduce Diana, driving her to the edge of her lust and her emotions, before executing on his vengeful scheme… the scheme he could no longer go through with.

Her body tingled, half in fear, half in hungry anticipation, as Rakesh surveyed the impressive quarters. Neither Diana nor Gael had any idea what sort of a scheme he was steering towards. Both of them looked at the once-docile banker as he glanced imperiously about the romantic digs.

Diana was looking at her husband differently.

Both the young wife and Gael were clad in new outfits: Diana wore one of Gael's white button-down shirts and a small white thong, with nothing else. Gael had on just a black, masculine G-string that hugged his package tightly.

The change had been Rakesh's idea. He'd quickly panned through Gael's closet, then demanded that they both don these outfits to his taste. Diana was too surprised at the command in her husband's voice to say no.

Rakesh moved to a corner of the room. He grabbed a green arm chair by its frame. He dragged its heavy mass across the carpet, and placed it near the bed, facing towards it.

Rakesh sat down in the chair. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He undid the button on his jeans, then pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear. His cock flopped down between his spread thighs.

Diana watched her husband with parted lips. He turned to looked at the other two.

"What are you waiting for?" Rakesh said.

Gael and Diana stared back at him.

Rakesh's eyes bore a hole through the stunned movie star.

"Fuck. My. Wife."

Seconds drew out in silence. Then Diana sputtered in confusion.

"Ra, I thought… you said…"

"I said I wanted to watch you fuck other men. But I needed to know you wouldn't, if I didn't want that. I needed to know that you wanted me more. Well, this is how I'll find out."

"… baby…"

"I need to know you want me most… " Rakesh said gutturally. "Show me. Show me by fucking him."

The contorted logic mystified Diana. By now, Rakesh had his cock in his hand, and he was nursing it to hardness as he watched Diana wrestle with his edict.

If I fuck Gael—if I justfuckGael, not make love to him—then Rakesh will believe me… Is that it?

It was depraved, deviant, perverse… but then, what part of these fucking Games hadnotbeen?

Diana stared at the modest cylinder of her husband's cock, blossoming to hardness in his moving hand. She saw the hot, determined glare in his eyes, pulsing with arousal and a dominant sense of daring that was utterly new in him.

She saw what was happening. She had been testing Rakesh. Now he was testing her. Well, she was going to show him—and past his aberrant test.

With a thumping chest, she turned slowly to her ex-boyfriend.

Hunger had returned to the superstar's chiseled face. His eyes sparkled and sent shivers down her spine.

If he couldn'thaveDiana,he thought,at least he could fuck her damn brains out.

Gael stared at her, the ravenous heat of the evening circulating between their bodies. He put his forefinger beneath her chin. He tipped it upwards.

Rakesh watched from across the gargantuan bed as Gael gently and slowly kissed his wife.

The star's cock was hardening in the tight nylon of his G-string, but the kiss was anything but lusty. Rakesh couldn't help but notice just howlovingGaels' kisses were. The husband's hardened dick pulsed in his own palm, angry and turned on by the romantic Frenching.

Diana felt herself melt as Gael took her in his arms. A rush of the familiar mingled with the novel: Gael's lusty scent, his muscular arms, his passionate lips. And, invariably, the thought of her husband, watching from a few feet away…

Gael's hands tore off the white shirt, sending popped buttons flying. He unclasped Diana's bra. He ripped it off and tore open the fabric.

The movie star was now just a bestial force, past logic and calculation. He was no longer playing a secret game or attempting to conceal the magnitude of his lust—a lust that was past bursting. His rational brain could barely believe what was unfolding. He had dreamed of this moment for years—fantasized, masturbated,achedfor it.

He kneaded his ex's beautiful, naked breasts as they kissed. He fondled her nearly nude ass. Diana pushed herself against him hungrily, fueled by his outsize, animal lust. His rock-hard erection pressed against her belly, and reignited the tingle in her soaked cunt.

Diana pulled off, suddenly, breathing heavily. She couldn't deny the effect Gael was having. She was being swept away.

From the darkness across the bed, Rakesh suddenly spoke.

"Get on your knees," he said. "And suck his cock."

The sexy wife looked at her husband, still ingesting his newly wrought authority. All through the Hotwife Games, it had been her who had held the wheel. Now Rakesh was taking control, and he wanted her to know it.

Diana looked at Gael. She kept her large, pretty eyes fixed on his. Obediently, she lowered down slowly to her knees. She licked her lips and turned to look at her husband.

With burning eyes fixed on her love's, she ran her palms over the massive bulge nearly ripping through the silk fabric of Gael's underwear. She looked back up at her lover.

"You're so hard… " Diana whispered.

With wide eyes, she hooked her fingers into Gael's waistband, then glanced back at her husband.

"Are you sure you want me to do this, baby?" Diana bit her lip.

Rakesh nodded, reasserting his authority. "Yes."

Diana decided that, even if Rakesh was in control here, she could still sure as hell tease her husband.

"If I take his cock out," Diana said softly. "You'll see just how big he is… won't you get jealous?"

Rakesh could only groan in arousal, holding his own member as he watched his slut-wife on her knees. Hewasn'tgoing to give in. This was his show.

"I'll take that as a yes… " Diana purred. "I guess I could take this big cock out… Such a big, hard cock… It clearly wants to be naked… and sucked by a slut…"

With that, the young slut eased Gael's G-string over his large, protruding dick. The giant head popped out, followed by the thick shaft. It bobbed into the air and waved in Diana's face.

Finally, she drew the fabric down to reveal his balls, which hung like eggs, full and swollen with cum from Diana's full day of teasing.

"Wow," she gasped. Despite having seen and played with the meaty monster just minutes before in the game room, the sight of a hard cock never got old to Diana. She yanked the underwear down to his feet and he stepped out of them.

Diana looked up at her stunningly handsome ex. She ran her hands over his muscled, ripped abs, then teased her fingers around his back and his firm buttocks. She squeezed his ass lovingly. She dug in her fingernails. Gael shuddered.

"I'm going to suck your cock now," she said.

She was true to her word. In seconds, Gael's gargantuan slab of meat was in her mouth. Diana sucked and licked his cock with a passionate intensity that Rakesh had never seen before.

The cuckolded husband watched jealousy, mere feet from the wicked action. He stroked himself, staring at his wife's cheating blowjob.

For several minutes the slutty wife laved and sucked the humongous dick with her wet, practiced mouth. Occasionally she would glance over at her husband to see if he was enjoying the show, but as she kept sucking she found it harder and harder to keep her eyes off Gael's. The very act of watching her ex groan in rapturous ecstasy was flooding her pussy with wetness.

Gently, Diana moved her mouth up over Gael's cock. She massaged his heavy, dangling balls, and she turned to Rakesh.

"Don't I look pretty with his huge cock in my mouth?" she asked her husband.

"You look like a fucking slut," Rakesh shot back, surprising even himself. Yet his own hard-on was painfully rigid in his grip.

Diana raised her eyebrows, gently kneading the movie star's big balls and making him groan.

"Oh really, baby?" she said, staring at her husband while fondling the heavy sac. "Well, maybe I want to look like a slut… Maybe I want to be a slut. A slut-wife for big cocks…"

She tickled the tip of her ex's dick with her tongue, wiggling it all over.

"You're a whore," Rakesh spat, fondling his own dick faster. "My cheating whore wife…"

Diana stroked Gael's giant rod.

"Aww, is my hubby jealous?" she teased mercilessly. If it was a game of will between their dual tests—she was going to win. "Jealous that I'm sucking my ex's big, hard cock? Just the way I sucked him off when we were together… Anywhere and everywhere…"

Diana swallowed Gael's cock again. He groaned with fiery pleasure, caressing her hair as he looked down into her beautiful eyes. All those memories were crashing into the present for him—all the times his beautiful ex sucked his cock, wherever he wanted.

Slowly and achingly, Diana teased his glans with her tongue, then turned back to Rakesh.

Her husband clearly wanted to play. Well, he was going to get a tough game…

"I loove cheating on you," Diana whispered breathily to her husband. She flashed him a viciously sexy grin.

The horny slut looked down at Rakesh's cock as he pathetically flogged it in his hand. She lovingly stroked Gael's massive erection.

"I love it because he's so much bigger than you," she teased, drawing a humiliated gasp from Rakesh. "His cock is so much bigger than your pathetic little winky… Naughty sluts like me can't stop cheating with big cocks…"

Rakesh moaned with pure anguish. Yet pleasure creeped in, torturing him. Diana grinned back wickedly, nearly naked and stunning in the moonlight as she pleasured her ex.

"I love cock… " she chanted, licking and sucking Gael. "I love big cock… Mmm… I'm a slut for cocks… Cheating slut… Bigger cocks than yours…"

"Fuck!" Rakesh exclaimed, turned on past a point of no return. "You want to fuck his big cock, don't you? You want to fuck him in front of me…"

"Yes," Diana panted honestly. She looked up at Gael. The thong between her legs was utterly flooded with sticky wetness.

"I need to fuck you," Gael groaned. "I need you so fucking bad, Diana."

She clocked the consuming heat in his eyes, felt their boundless sincerity. Of course Gael's lust aroused her… but there was something deeper in his gaze. Something that made her heart flutter in her chest.

Again Diana shook off the feeling and refocused on her masturbating spouse.

"Is that what you want?" she asked. Her voice was no longer teasing him. It was soft and genuine. Now she needed to really know. How far did Rakesh intend to take this teasing game?

Rakesh took his hand off his pulsing erection. He stood and shucked off his shirt, then followed with his shoes and his pants. Rakesh was now completely naked, with a hard cock poking out in his wife's direction.

"Yes," he said firmly, assuming total command of the moment. He looked at Gael. "Fuck my wife. Now."

—

Gael didn't need to be asked twice. Diana gasped as he raised her up and mashed his lips into hers. Simultaneously, he grabbed the strap of her thong and ripped it hard. The torn panties fell to the floor.

Gael palmed Diana's ass as she put her tongue in his mouth. The animal in each of them had now more than awoken; it had taken over. Diana was being taken… taken in front of her voyeuristic husband… and she loved it.

Gael threw his naked ex onto the soft sheets. All three were now nude, and a thin sheen of sweat shone on all their bodies, spiking with heat and excitement.

Rakesh sat back down on the green armchair, but he didn't settle into the seat. Instead his sitting bones were perched on the edge, his torso tilting forward to observe the action closely.

Yes, he had watched his wife get fucked from behind a hotel room curtain, had watched her perform numerous deviant acts on the sets of the Hotwife Games… but nothing could have prepared him for what was about to unfurl.

With a passionate intensity, Gael moved his muscular body over Diana's curvy form. She stared up at him, gasping and writhing hungrily. She ran her hands over the muscular slabs of his back and arms.

"Fuck me," she growled.

Rakesh groaned uncontrollably. He kept his hands off his cock for fear he would spurt on sight at the nasty unfolding action.

Gael gripped the base of his swollen cock. He stared into Diana's eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and edged her hips forward. Her juices dripped obscenely over her labia and onto the silk sheets. Her slick pussy gushed against the head of her ex's meaty cock.

Gently and patiently, straining to contain his ravenous urge, Gael brushed his cock-head along Diana's wet slit.

Rakesh masturbated. He couldn't help himself. He watched his wife wriggle her hips, moaning against Gael's manhood.

"I haven't fucked this big cock… for years… " she said, overcome with heat. "Oh fuck… I need it. Please fuck me, Gael. Please…"

The movie star was an expert lover, but he knew he'd met his match in his naughty ex. He couldn't tease her much longer. He pressed forward.

"Fuck, yes—" Diana moaned loudly as the tip of his cock disappeared inside her pussy. "Give me that cock! Give me that big hard giant fucking cock. I'm your slut!"

Her husband wanked his cock angrily as Gael sunk his rigid organ deeper into Diana's snatch. Already, the stud could feel his large balls bubbling with cum. He closed his eyes, desperate to make the sensation last.

"Fuck, Di," he moaned out, pushing further in. He was fucking his ex… fucking her, right in front of her husband…

Inch after inch, his thick meat sunk into Diana's soaking wet hole. The tight heat felt incredible.

Rakesh watched with moon-sized eyes and shallow breaths. He leaned forward over the mattress, barely comprehending how that monster of a dick was penetrating his Diana.

The cheating hot-wife screamed in ecstasy as Gael rammed his dick home.

"Yes!" she exploded. Her pussy gushed all over his humongous length. He was deep inside her—deeper than she'd felt even once since the last time they had fucked, all those years ago.

Then the handsome star began to fuck her in earnest. Diana screamed in pleasure.

Rakesh watched jealously, a feverish sweat painting over his nude body as he flogged himself off. He'd never seen Diana writhe and moan with such abandon.

Both the lovers fucked ecstatically, kissing and groping as Gael pounded into Rakesh's beautiful wife, over and over again. Diana moaned endlessly. It felt like she was experiencing orgasm after rolling orgasm—and perhaps she was. It was hard to know for sure in the undulating waves of pleasure encompassing her.

Gael marshaled all his willpower and slowed his steady strokes, modulating and pushing into Diana with slow, lengthy thrusts. She gasped as the bulging head of his dick hit her deep spot, then moaned in delicious agony as he drew back the shaft in a long, teasing stroke.

Son of a bitch, thought Rakesh with a sharp sting of jealousy, He's making love to her.

Gael kissed Diana deeply on the mouth. Their tongues dueled as he fucked her slowly. When their lips detached, Diana turned her head towards Rakesh.

"Is this what you wanted?" she said. Her full lips hung open, interjecting her speech with long, tortured moans. Her hair was a ragged mess and perspiration shone on her gorgeous face. "Did you want to… oh… see your slut wife fucked like this?"

Rakesh's thumping heart blocked off his vocal chords. He could only croak while he pounded his rock-hard dick in response.

Again Diana gasped as Gael hit her G-spot with a hard thrust of his hips. His face was buried in her neck, sucking and nibbling below her ear.

"Did you want to see—fuck!—see his big cock inside me? Tell me, baby! Tell me!—Did you?"

It was all turning her on beyond belief. Feeling her ex-boyfriend's beautiful cock gently making love to her, fondling his muscular body over hers, and—just as much—looking into her husband's horny eyes as she was fucked.

"Yes," Rakesh said, finally, heart and dick pounding. "Yes, I wanted this."

Seemingly satisfied, the wanton slut-wife turned her attention back to Gael. She smooched him on the mouth as they made love. She clutched his muscled ass and spread her legs wider. She egged him on to fuck her even deeper.

As the pair made love in the moonlight, something deep was brewing between those sweaty bodies on the plush bed. Something deep, and something dangerous…

Diana pulled her mouth from Gael's. She stared up into his hunger-saturated eyes as he fucked her. Slow, delicious stroke followed slow, delicious stroke. They moaned in ecstasy.

His steel-hard rod. Her drenched, tight pussy.

And most of all, the profound emotions welling behind both pairs of eyes…

Rakesh stroked himself in silence, his attention rapt. He, too, felt the emotive shift in the room. It hung over them, like a monsoon cloud threatening to burst.

The only sounds drifting into the air were Gael's hungry grunts and Diana's moans.

What happened next shocked all three.

As Diana and Gael fucked slowly in the silver light, their intensely focused eyes locked onto each other's. And eight deadly letters ascended to the ceiling. Three words rang out, clear as a bell:

"I love you."

Everything stopped.

Rakesh's hand stopped working his cock. Gael stopped pumping into Diana. For a half-second, everyone stopped breathing. It felt like a nuclear weapon was ticking down to detonation.

Rakesh's brain rattled like a locomotive as he tried to process what had just happened. If something had just happened, rather than an aural illusion sparked by his addled senses.

The eight letters had been issued in unison. It would be hard to say whose lips had moved first, or which mouth had released the first syllable.

But that fact was clear: Both Diana and Gael had uttered the phrase.

"I love you."

Now they were staring at each other in mutual shock. Diana's lips were as wide as her eyes. Gael's expression was practically dissociated.

His heart pounding in his chest, his hard dick pulsing inside Diana's soaked pussy, Gael snapped back to the reality of the moment… and he said it again.

"I love you," he told Diana.

More time passed.

She didn't know why she did it. Her brain was nowhere to be found on this planet. But Diana responded.

"I love you too," she told Gael.

She kissed him, hard.

In her latent state of shock, the realization that Rakesh was watching smacked her with a wallop.

She looked over at her husband. So did Gael.

The poor cuckold looked at his wife with an open jaw. Every ounce of blood had drained from his face.

Then he groaned loudly, and a huge jet of cum shot out from his cock.

Chapter 13 - Reckless Love
A naughty wife makes a dangerous confession to her husband

The slim fingers pause their onslaught.

Seconds click by, marking time along with the slow, droning blades of the Bahama fan on the arched ceiling.

Now this, she thinks, Thisis fucked up.

She chuckles under her breath. She examines the empty tumbler of Yamazaki. Outside, small boats cruise over the cobalt seascape, heading off into the sunlit afternoon. A Mediterranean sirocco breeze sends gentle waves spraying into the basalt rocks below the quaint villa.

Blue-white waves crash and ebb… Sending her memory back to that intense, outlandish moment… The waves spraying just like the waves had sprayed into the Kama'sueh surf, all those years ago…

Like her husband had sprayed.

It's fucked up, she thinks,but it happened.

From the start, she has had a single goal. She is going to write it all exactly like it happened.

The fingers begin to work once again…

—

Rakesh's hands quivered.

Semen was spilt all over his belly hairs and his right thigh in a colossal, jagged spurt. His toes felt numb, and his heart even more so.

What he had just taken in was so sordid and insane it seemed to have addled his brain's core. He had watched his wife fuck her ex-lover, and, in the process, she hadtold him that she loved him…

Worst of all, the words hadn't just made Rakesh rock-hard; he had shot cum everywhere.

Rakesh stared at the two in mute horror. Diana and Gael stared back. The superstar's hard cock was still buried inside her.

Several eons crawled by in the sex-soaked bedroom. The gentle passage of the surf outside soundtracked the glycerin-thick tension.

Finally, Diana said softly, "Come here."

It took Rakesh an inexplicably long time to register that the words were directed at him. When he did process them, he extricated himself from his seat slowly. His cum crawling down his belly and legs, sweat pouring over his ass, Rakesh got on the bed. He sat down near his naked wife—his naked wife with another man's cock inside her.

Diana pulled Rakesh down by the neck and kissed him. Her lips were passionate and expressive. Her kisses felt warm, suffused with all the deep emotions of their marital bond.

Gael held himself up by his arms, his rod still hard inside Diana's warm cunt, while she made out with her husband.

"Baby," Diana said finally, moving her lips away, "I love you."

Rakesh searched her eyes. He could see a maelstrom within: self-brewed bewilderment, disorientation, doubt. But layered over it all was an overwhelming and sincere love.

"I love you," she repeated to her husband. She kissed him again.

Then, Diana looped her other arm around Gael's neck. She turned, brought him down, and kissed her ex on the mouth.

"I love you," she said breathlessly to her ex-boyfriend.

He moaned excitedly. He began to pump his cock inside her again.

Over and over, Diana turned from her hot ex to her husband, moaning "I love you" to each and kissing them deeply on the lips. There was no calculation to her actions. She had abandoned herself completely to the feral pull of her emotions—she was wanton, a wild slut, making out with two men, having just realized that she loved them both.

And then Diana realized something else. She needed more.

She reached down. She grasped Rakesh's cock as it rubbed against her leg. It was slimy with its recent load, and hadn't yet blossomed back to full hardness—but it tingled at her touch.

The sheer, depraved perversity of his wife's actions was having a mesmeric effect on him. The young husband's brain could barely process his wife making out with both him and Gael as she told them each that she loved them. And so his mind had, for all functional purposes, shut off completely. All his thoughts had turned silent; he was deeply immersed in his physicality, in the intense realness of this very surreal moment.

Diana gently stroked her husband's soft cock. She stared into his eyes as Gael fucked her.

"Lick me, baby," she said.

Rakesh looked into Diana's eyes. He scrutinized her intent. Instantly he knew that she wasn't asking him to eat her out after she had been fucked, but to service her pussywhileGael was pounding into her.

Diana stroked her husband's hair lovingly as Gael slowly thrusted into her juicy snatch.

"Lick my slutty clit,jaanu," Diana said softly, using their special word. "Please."

She spread her legs further. Gael leaned further back. His torso was now upright, and he folded his legs under him, bringing his upper body to a right angle to Diana's prone form.

Rakesh looked down at her sex. Her labia was splayed open and shining with hot juices. Even the thin landing strip of hair was soaked. And, most notably, Gael's throbbing, humongous dick was pushed between her drenched lips.

The cuckold husband's considerably smaller penis twitched, beginning to harden once again as the big-dicked movie star fucked his wife.

Rakesh bent over the bed and put his tongue on Diana's pussy.

The hot-wife gasped. She cried out at the sudden, added onrush of pleasure as Rakesh began to lick and slobber over her clit. Gael fucked her deeper.

Diana looked up at the incredible sight: her devilishly handsome ex was pounding slowly and methodically into her. His broad shoulders, chest, and chiseled abs were cast in chiaroscuro by the moonlight. His deep brown eyes penetrated her soul, brimming over with voracious desire and profound love.

She gazed lovingly at him as he made love to her in long, even strokes. Then she let her eyes swim downwards.

There he was—her sweet, naughty Rakesh, lovingly lapping at her pussy as she took a big, hard dick. The sensations of Gael's cock massaging her G-spot were complemented by the delicious tickle of her husband's tongue on her wet clit, taking her on a ride to heaven. She moaned in delirious pleasure, letting a tremendous orgasm wash over her.

Rakesh gave in to the incomprehensible depravity. He worked his tongue in short, sharp bursts between Diana's lips, the way he knew she loved it. He tasted her oversexed musk and stroked his growing hard-on.

His eyes were laser-focused on the astounding sight inches from his nose: Gael's utterly massive cock pulling in and out of Diana's soaking wet pussy. Rakesh could smell the commingling of both their juices. With every other stroke he felt Diana's pussy shake under his flickering tongue. The slut-wife moaned and thrashed wildly from Gael's expert dicking.

She could feel the two men bringing her to another roaring orgasm… and she suddenly decided that it wasn't yet the time for that.

"Wait—" the groaning beauty called out.

The men reluctantly ground their motions to a halt, and looked into her shining eyes.

Rakesh knew that look, and knew it well. As usual, Diana was about to raise the stakes higher…

"I love you both," she said, wriggling her hips against Gael's erection. "Now you know that."

Rakesh couldn't answer her. His colossal orgasm had been reaction enough. He simply looked back at her, stroked his now fully rigid staff.

"I really do… " she continued warmly. "And I want you to show me… That you love me, too…"

Gently, Diana eased Gael out of her drenched hole. Rakesh pulled back onto his ass and looked at Gael's large, withdrawing cock with uneasy anticipation. The gargantuan member was shiny with Diana's cum, and his big balls hung low, full and ready to burst.

"What do you want us to do?" Rakesh intoned cautiously.

Diana laughed in a reassuring way.

"Don't worry, hubby. I don't want you to suck his cock or anything," she said. Rakesh exhaled audibly—thathadbeen what he was worried about. "Unless, of course, you want to do that…"

Both men shook their heads. They were obviously willing to push all kinds of boundaries for Diana, but both felt their appetites this evening would have to remain within the limits of heterosexuality—or, at least, heteroflexibility.

"Maybe another time," Diana said with a teasing grin. She sat up and nudged Gael gently down towards the silken mattress. He shot her a quizzical look, then followed her lead and lay down next to her, face up.

"I guess that's it for your being in control," he said to Rakesh with a friendly shrug. Despite himself, Rakesh laughed.

Damn, Diana thought with a naughty grin,Are these two becoming friends?

She swung her legs over Gael, straddling her naked body over his. She took his swollen wang in one hand and squatted over it. She turned to Rakesh.

"Get behind me and watch."

Gael was right: Diana was fully in charge again. Now how the hell did that happen? Obediently, Rakesh moved back between the superstar's splayed legs. He had the perfect vantage point behind his wife's shapely ass.

Rakesh watched as she lowered herself down onto Gael's obscenely giant dick.

"Fuck!" Diana cried out as he impaled her. Gael groaned as he entered his sexy ex again.

"I love this big fucking cock!" Diana screamed. "I love you, Gael!"

Rakesh's eyes bulged with jealousy as he watched his wife start to ride the sexy movie star. His dick ached and he had to rub it while consuming the shattering sight: two bouncing, overlarge balls slapping into Diana, two manly hands pawing her perfect ass—and Diana's squelching pussy dripping all over that thick cock with each rise and fall of her hips.

Diana arched her back and looked backwards at her husband.

"You like that, sweetie? You do, don't you?"

"Yes," Rakesh affirmed with clenched teeth. At this point, he simply had to be honest.

"I can tell—oh,fuck, Gael, you are so big—I can tell from your hard cuckold cock, Ra…"

Rakesh stroked himself as he stared into his wife's eyes.

"I love you," she said sweetly to her husband.

Then she reached back behind her bouncing ass. She stroked Gael's large balls, making him groan. She took both hands and ran them seductively up to grab her jiggling ass cheeks.

"And I have a surprise for you… But first…"

Diana spread her cheeks apart, exposing her little rosebud to her husband.

"First you have to eat my asshole…"

This time, Rakesh gave in without much pause. He leant forward and got on all fours between Gael's legs. As the actor drove his cock into Diana from below, Rakesh moved his face to his wife's tasty ass-crack.

"Yes… " the cheating wife cried in ecstasy. "Lick my ass, Ra… Rim me while my ex fucks me like a total slut!"

Rakesh began to eat his wife's asshole.

"Get me nice and wet… I need it… Oh, fuck!"

It was all the cuckold husband could do to keep his own cock from exploding as he filled Diana's crack with his lapping tongue. The slut-wife cried out in deep pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it before—Gael's hard, fat cock pounding into her from below, while her husband pushed his face into her sensitive asshole.

"I'm such a dirty whore!" Diana cried. "Fuck me with that fat cock! Lick my asshole—oh!—my cucky baby…"

Gael pulled Diana down towards him and put his tongue in her mouth. Rakesh's face was assaulted by his wife's bouncing ass. He could smell her rich juices pouring over Gael's big balls just inches away, could feel their enjoined heat, and could taste her sloppy rectum. The sensations were overwhelming.

Still, he kept gamely eating his wife's ass. She moaned into Gael's mouth as she rode his manhood, then reached back a hand and curled her fingers into her husband's hair. The gentle pull quickly turned into a painful tug, and Rakesh felt humiliated and aroused as his face pushed into her ass.

Gael's balls pulsed, inches below Rakesh's devouring mouth. He could still barely believe he was deep inside his beautiful ex Diana, the love of his life. He was going to cum…

He disengaged from their deep kiss and stared into her pretty eyes.

"I love you, Di," he whispered.

"I love you, baby," Diana said back, both moaning as he thrust faster and deeper. She felt so filthy as she bucked her hips into her ex's huge rod. Her husband was eating her asshole with a frenzied passion, drilling his tongue into her while she was fucked. Diana pulled harder on his hair, mercilessly bashing his face with her suffocating ass cheeks.

"Yes, Gael! Fuck me… fuck me so good, my love… " Diana was getting off on humiliating Rakesh—and she imagined he had his own rigid member clenched in his fist, just as turned on—so she decided to take it further. "Fuck me like my husband could never fuck me!"

She bounced faster as she heard Rakesh moan humiliatingly into her asshole. Another orgasm began to well over her.

"My little ass-eating cuckold could never fuck me like you, Gael… Fuck me like you love me! FUCK! I love you…"

She screamed ecstatically. Her body shuddered between her lover's cock and her husband's probing tongue, and Diana came like she never had before.

—

Gael held Diana in his strong arms while her ragged breathing ebbed. Her eyes were shut in bliss.

Rakesh gradually drew his tongue from her rear hole, giving it a few final, loving swipes. Gael kissed her once again.

Slowly, with her chest heaving deeply against her brawny lover's, Diana opened her eyes.

"You didn't cum, did you?" she asked, staring into her ex-boyfriend's lovelorn gaze. He shook his head.

"Good," Diana grinned. She lifted herself up onto her hands, Gael's swollen prick still a ramrod inside her. She glanced back at her husband.

"Ready for your surprise now?" she asked.

Rakesh's nose and cheeks were red and moist from his voracious licking. He breathed voluminously, aroused and humiliated by Diana's merciless teasing.

Fuckshe looked hot, peering at him over her shoulder with Gael's huge cock impaling her. Who the fuck was Rakesh kidding? The horny cuckold couldn't resist whatever filthy scheme she had in mind next.

He nodded quickly.

Diana grinned wider. In slow, wide circles, she rotated her naked ass at her husband.

"Since you did such a good job getting my asshole all wet and ready…"

Diana moved Gael's hands down from her waist to her ass cheeks. Instinctively, he kneaded them, then spread the delicious globes apart.

"Why don't you come here," Diana finished, "And put your cock inside it?"

At first, Rakesh didn't fully compute his wife's request. He stared back. His line of sight drifted down to her exposed butthole. The little starfish was shining with his saliva.

His eyes traveled back up her arched back, back to her naughty, smiling face.

"That's right… " Diana said, wiggling her spread ass and teasing Gael's cock in her pussy. Her voice dropped to a salacious whisper, as though her next words were a special secret just for Rakesh.

"I want you to double-penetrate me…"

Two gasps sounded in the moonlit room. Despite all she had done that night, both the men felt their cocks jump with surprise.

Diana stayed still, merely presenting her ass to her husband. Then, to allay his shock, she began to gently ride her ex again.

"Pleease… " she moaned to her husband, in the 'innocent' voice that she knew drove men wild. "Please fill your wife's slutty holes… I need it… I need two cocks…"

Rakesh groaned from his gut, straightening up and grasping his cock.

He was rock-hard.He had secretly masturbated to the thought of double-fucking Diana for years… of taking both her holes with another man… Was he about to make his fantasy real?

"Fill up your slut-wife… " Diana continued, riding her ex a little faster. "Fuck my slut holes… Sluts like me need two cocks… In my pussy… and in my tight ass… Make me air-tight, sweetie…"

She turned to Gael, who was staring up like an animal in heat.

"Would that turn you on, Gael?" His already gigantic dick grew even larger, even harder, inside of her. "Hmm? Would you like that, if my husband put his dick in my ass? If he fucked my whore asshole while you got my slut pussy?"

Gael's deep thrust was all the answer Diana needed. She bent all the way forward, and stuck her naked ass up towards Rakesh.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. Then she kissed Gael on the lips.

Seconds later, Rakesh was squatting over his wife, working the hardest erection of his life between her cheeks. He put the angry, bursting head of his dick up against her tight rosebud. Gael held still inside his ex-girlfriend. He held her ass apart to assist her husband's entrance.

"Yes," Diana moaned. She writhed backward.

The head of Rakesh's cock pushed into her with a slick pop.

"Take that ass… Double-fuck me boys… D.P. me like a porn star slut…"

Rakesh breathed heavily, goaded on by his wife's dirty talk. He let his cock sink slowly into Diana's tight, soaking wet asshole.

He had sodomized her before, but this was like nothing he had ever felt. Her anus was a warm, aching vacuum that sent tingles of pleasure across his rigid dick—and with every inch of penetration he felt Gael's humongous member lodged inside her dripping sex.

"Oh ffuu-uucckk—" Diana groaned out, her eyes shut in indescribable ecstasy. "Take me… Take me… FUCK! Two hard cocks from the two men I fucking love… Yes!"

Finally, Rakesh's dick was all the way inside her ass. A pair of hard, aching cocks were buried deep inside Diana. She felt like her body had moved into a new dimension of pleasure.

Diana was full. Full of cock. Full of sex. Full oflove.

Slowly, Gael worked his cock inside her. She opened her lids and looked deep into her ex's eyes… herlover'seyes.

"I love you," she whispered, for the umpteenth time. This time, it meant something even richer.

They kissed intimately, and, behind her, Rakesh began to saw his cock back and forth in her asshole. The two men found a sensual, erotic rhythm inside her—truly making love to Diana's soaking pussy and ass.

Gael made out with Diana lovingly as the trio rocked in ecstasy. Rakesh burned with a strange amalgam of jealousy and rapacious excitement—and he started to fuck his wife's vice-like ass faster.

"Fuck that hot little pussy!" she said to Gael. He mashed his tongue into her mouth, then pulled away.

"I fucking love that little pussy… " Gael said, thrusting fast and deep. "I fucking love you…"

Diana felt the cocks inside her speed their pace, felt her own pleasure mounting fast. She screamed out loudly, and turned to glance at her husband as the three fucked and moaned.

"Fuck, baby, yes! Fuck my ass hard!"

Rakesh complied, groaning and amplifying his thrusts. Heat built up in his balls at the exquisite sensation of double-penetrating Diana. He felt the hard, thick, amazingly long shape of Gael's cock through the thin membrane of her pussy. Gael fucked her faster too, which built the friction on Rakesh's dick. The feeling was sexy, confusing, phenomenal.

"Hubby—does it—ff—uu—uu—ck!—Does it make you—oh, fuck—" Diana could hardly complete her thought. Her eyes shut as outrageous pleasure coursed through her body, cutting off her brain.

"Does it make me what?" Rakesh growled between gritted teeth as he rapidly fucked his wife's ass.

Two hard cocks sawed in and out of Diana, assaulting her pussy and ass. The three gasped and moaned, lost in otherworldly sensations of ecstasy.

"Does it make you jealous that I love him, baby?" Diana spat out at last. "Or does it fucking make you wanna cum?"

Rakesh growled. "It makes me wanna fucking cum!" he yelled.

His hard dick pulsed and throbbed in his wife's achingly tight rectum, and he felt Gael's much larger meat throb in her pussy.

"I knew it… " Diana moaned out, writhing sweatily on top of her stud ex. "You love your cheating slut… Your cheating slut who loves another man…"

Rakesh groaned again and pushed harder into Diana's ass. Both men fucked her in earnest now, making her curvy frame vibrate and jiggle as she cried out swears.

"Cum… cum inside me…"

Diana looked back at her husband. He was fucking her rear with a bestial, possessed gleam in his eyes.

"Cum in my ass," she rasped at him. "I love you…"

Rakesh kissed her on the lips while they double-stuffed her. Then Diana looked back at Gael.

"Shoot your cum in my pussy, Gael," she said to him. "Cum in my raw cunt… I love you…"

Gael moaned as he redoubled his thrusts into Diana's wet, unprotected pussy. Both men groaned, roared, growled. Diana swore again, and moaned.

Their three bodies gleamed with sweat as they wriggled hungrily against each other, two dicks filling Diana to the absolute brim. Rakesh and Gael felt their sweaty balls pressing against each other, bouncing and jiggling, but they hardly cared.

All three were driving each other up to a climax like they'd never felt before…

"Cum in me—cum in me—cum in me—cum inside me—" Diana repeated. "I love you—I love you both—spray my ass—fill my pussy—I love you, boys—"

Gael roared first.

He pressed his lips into Diana's and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Cum shot up from his balls and into her pussy with the pent-up viscosity of a fire-hose.

Then Rakesh felt his balls burst.

The heavy testicles slapped against Diana's ass, as cum rushed into her tight, waiting asshole.

"I love you, Diana!" he screamed, as jets of semen unleashed from the swollen head of his cock.

Diana felt two thick, hot, incredibly massive loads fill her ass and her pussy. They launched her into her own, colossally explosive orgasm.

A long, weightless minute passed as the two men unloaded rope after rope of viscous semen into the woman they loved.

Gael had been teased and coaxed all day—not to mention that he had fantasized about taking Diana for years—and he shot a bigger load than he ever had before. Rakesh simply couldn't believe he was double-penetrating his wife with her ex-boyfriend, and even though he had cum mere minutes prior, he filled her ass with a humongous batch of batter.

The beautiful hotwife heaved and wriggled in a state of extreme bliss, sandwiched between the men as she rode out an amazing climax on both of their beautiful cocks.

"I love you… " she moaned softly to the pair. "I love you…"

Slowly, sweatily, their intense climaxes subsided. The threesome breathed heavily, their soaked, satiated bodies stuck up against each other. Diana was full of their cum, and their cocks. They luxuriated in the misty aura that had washed over them all—a calm, hazy glow that could only be described as pure love.

For a long time, they lay there, heaving. The two men's penises softened inside Diana's holes. At length, Rakesh drew himself out of her ass. He dropped to one side of her.

Gael drew his large python from her cum-soaked pussy, and Diana slid onto the bed, between the two men. She let them both hold her, from either side.

Gael kissed her on the lips. Rakesh watched through hooded, exhausted eyes as they made out. Then the used wife turned to her husband.

They looked into each other's eyes.

Whatever had just happened… and whatever it all meant… a deep understanding passed between them. They didn't need to say the words, but they felt them.

Diana kissed her husband, tenderly and softly, on his lips. They ran their hands all over each other's glowing, naked bodies. Then she fell back again the pillows.

Both Gael and Rakesh embraced her from either side. Cradled in the arms of the two men she loved, Diana closed her eyes and smiled.

In seconds, all three fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Chapter 14 - Awakenings
A husband is awoken by his cheating wife—with a surprise

The red-brick kitchen is pungent with the odor of coffee beans. Three discarded espresso cups lay on the sill. The waves of the Mediterranean lap beyond the open balcony, under a balmy sirocco breeze.

She paces along the sun-drenched vista, over-caffeinated. She half-listens to the voicemail flaring up on her speakerphone. It's the fifth of the day.

"Yeah, 's Larry—again—Now for the sake of all that's holy, I need that draft—stat, pronto,today—Pre-production starts at Sinstar in two shitfuck days and we ain't even—"

Lawrence Answer's sandpapery Queens dialect continues to pepper the idyllic peace of the early afternoon. She does the math in her head. It must be morning in New York. He's just getting started. There are likely twenty more ornery voicemails coming, all laced with the producer's signature florid profanity…

She sighs. She sips her fourth demitasse of the nutty Arabica.

She scans the wide blue sea. No sign of them on the horizon. No shell-blue rowboat. No pair of figures.

So there is time.

She looks at the flat black mass of the keyboard, sitting on the bamboo desk. Beckoning.

Might as well give Answer what he needs:

The truth, in every shade of its sodden, and unvarnished, and delicious darkness.

Because as bright as the continental seascape seems outside… her memories of this next piece begin in the dark, and stay there.

She sits. She types.

—

It was dark when the island bowerbirds started their chirping. Their song had a lilting melody—a gentle and pleasant chime in the early AM murk.

But it wasn't their sound that stirred Rakesh awake. It was the impassioned moaning, and the bed shaking around him.

As his eyes shuttered open, Rakesh understood the source of all the movement: Diana was bent over on all fours next to him. Gael was on his knees behind her, grasping her by the roots of her hair as she looked back at him and moaned out loudly.

He was fucking Rakesh's wife in the ass.

They hadn't noticed that Rakesh had stirred. The cuckolded husband watched silently, his own dick hardening beneath the sheets as he realized what was happening.

They were angled with Diana's ass slanting towards him. It was unmistakeable: Gael's humongous rod pummeled in and out of Diana's tiny, beautiful asshole. The young adulteress was staring lovingly back at her hot, ripped ex, urging him to sodomize her deeper.

"Fuck my ass," she whispered. "Fuck my slutty little asshole…"

"You like that big cock, don't you?" Gael growled under his breath.

Rakesh watched with a deep, gnawing jealousy. He had no idea how Diana was taking such a gigantic cock in her ass. But the sight of it—Gael's wide, fat phallus plunging lengthily in and out of her forbidden hole—was stiffening Rakesh's shaft into steel.

"Yes… " he heard Diana moan, trying to keep her voice down. Clearly, she intended to do this without waking Rakesh. "I love your big cock… I love you, Gael…"

"I love you, Di!" Gael replied. Then he clenched his teeth and released a guttural groan.

The cuck husband swallowed. He saw Gael's hips buck, and his big balls slap into Diana's pussy lips. The ripped star was releasing his load into Diana's cheating asshole.

Diana diddled her clit rapidly with her finger, cumming herself as her handsome lover sprayed into her.

"Cum for me… all for me… while my husband sleeps…"

Fuck, thought Rakesh.That cheating slut.

Mycheating slut, his mind added.

He saw Diana's eyes shift, and, quickly, he shut his own eyes. They thought he was still asleep. Well, he was going to keep up that pretense. Rakesh kept his eyes shut as his wife moaned and writhed through her orgasm, taking her lover's load in her ass.

Rakesh heard more whispering. He heard heavy breaths, slowly growing deeper and longer. He heard their bodies moving, detaching, coming together. He heard soft kisses in the dark… and then he heard his loving wife giggle.

A few seconds later, Diana was shaking him awake.

"Baby… Ra… " she said as she gently nudged her husband with one hand.

Rakesh made a show of slowly awakening. He looked up to see his wife peering down at him with a naughty grin.

"Just lay back, okay?" she said sweetly.

Confused, Rakesh glanced sideways to see Gael watching them, his broad, sweaty chest still heaving from his recent climax.

Diana turned and swung her naked frame over her husband's chest, her face pointing towards his feet. Now, Rakesh noticed that Diana had her right hand clamped firmly between her ass cheeks.

Rakesh's brow creased. His heart thumped with a dread-laced anticipation. Diana scorched her ass further back, until it hovered right over Rakesh's face.

"Wait—" he started.

He was cut off.

Diana moved her hand and pushed her asshole right onto her husband's face.

Suddenly, Rakesh felt cum flood out of the used hole. He gasped—which was a mistake. In a second, he was eating Gael's cum out of his wife's asshole.

"MMPH—" Rakesh gasped and gurgled into his wife's shapely ass.

"Yes, baby," Diana groaned with surreal arousal. She giggled evilly, wriggling her bottom and letting thick globs of her hot lover's cum drop from her rear-hole into Rakesh's mouth.

"Holy shit," Gael said, with a slight, disbelieving laugh.

"Eat his cum out of my ass, baby," Diana moaned. She bent forward, pushing her stopping wet, cum-filled asshole onto her husband's tongue.

Rakesh himself writhed, filled with shock, disgust, and sickening arousal. He could taste the salty, tapioca-thick semen pouring from his wife's tight hole. He felt it coat his tongue and mouth. The way she had him pinned under her gave him no choice—he had to swallow it.

Diana laughed again and wiggled her tight ass onto Rakesh's face. He was humiliated, sickened, cuckolded beyond belief…

And his hard dick stood ramrod-straight up from his lap.

While her husband pathetically ate her lover's cum from her ass, Diana reached forward. She grasped Rakesh's insanely hard erection.

"Eat my sloppy, used asshole, baby," Diana moaned and teased. "You're going to swallow all his cum after he fucks my ass… every time…"

Rakesh moaned into Diana's tight, sodden fuck-hole. Her pussy was sopping wet, and dripped her juices over his chin.

He had no choice. He gave in fully. He let his tongue lap and swirl inside Diana's ass, cleaning every drop of Gael's seed from his cheating backdoor slut.

"Mmm, yes… " Diana said. "My little cuck… I love taking big cocks in my ass while you sleep, baby…"

As Rakesh moaned and cleaned out her cum-soaked asshole, Diana stroked him faster… and faster…

"And you love that I'm a cum-slut for all the boys' cocks… Big, hard cocks cumming for me… Cumming for you to lick up…"

Rakesh moaned.

"I love you… " Diana said, pumping her husband's small dick.

Rakesh's cock blasted hot jets of cum into her hand. She giggled delightedly. She bent forward and swallowed him.

Diana must have sucked down his seed for several seconds. She must have lifted her ass from his face, leaving him a cum-smeared, enervated mess. She must have gotten back on the bed and curled up again between her two lovers.

Rakesh didn't know because the second he exploded, he seemed to black out in exquisite, twisted pleasure.

As rapidly as he had awoken, the young banker fell asleep once again.

FADE TO BLACK.

Like a naughty slut with two toys, Diana masturbated their bulging rods against each other. Rakesh groaned, aroused as his wet dick rubbed Gael's slick, large shaft.

"Mmm… I wish I could make these two cocks cum all over each other…"

"Fuck, baby… " Rakesh said, his breathing ragged.

"Then lick it all off your cocks… " Diana teased. "And make you kiss me afterwards…"

Gael moaned, squeezing his lover's sexy, wet ass. Diana ran their dick-heads in hot circles around each other.

"But I just don't have time right now."

Rakesh's brows rose in confusion. Gael gently groped one of Diana's breasts, making her purr with arousal.

"You don't?" he asked. She felt his thick cock pulsate in her fingers. She kept rubbing it against her husband's. The sight of its long, heavy weight against Rakesh's punier dick was making her wet.

Diana shook her head, resisting the delicious temptations filling both her hands.

"I got a text message. From the Hotwife Games," she said.

She released their throbbing shafts.

"They're on their way to this island… With the hosts, and the other couples… and the whole V.I.P. audience."

A naughty twinkle glinted in her eye. Diana arched her back, letting the running water cascade over her and melt the soap off of her shapely body. Of course, both the men groaned their approval at the delectable sight.

She kissed Gael deeply on the mouth. Then she kissed Rakesh, just as passionately. Her sex tingled moistly at the act of kissing both the men she loved.

"It looks like I get to do one final performance… " Diana said, flashing her husband a wicked grin. "You might have given up the money, but I still get a nice big prize."

She skipped out of the shower to go towel herself off. Rakesh looked at Gael, who turned and gazed right back at him.

The future might have been a wide open mystery, but the next few hours were guaranteed to be very, very exciting…

Chapter 15 - The Great Climax Beginneth
A naughty treasure hunt on a kinky game-show for hot wives

Rakesh Vaibhav sipped the cold bottle of San Pellegrino that the pretty assistant had handed him.

The couch was comfortable—everything in this nicely appointed green room was—but his knee wouldn't stop bouncing up and down in his seat. Rakesh was nervous.

Twenty minutes ago, his wife, Diana, had gone to get made up and into her "outfit".

They were seconds away from starting.

It all felt exactly like the outset of this stupefying journey, the insane emotive barrage that had been the Hotwife Games. And yet, it felt nothing like it at all.

In the seventy-odd hours that had elapsed between those fateful first seconds at a studio lot in Burbank, California, and the current moment at a makeshift backstage area on a sweeping island estate deep in the Pacific, a giant chasm had grown in the lives of Rakesh and Diana. Their world had been cleft into two periods: Before the Games, and After. Now they were firmly on the other side of that gorge, and there was no going back…

Diana had declared her love for both her husband and for her ex, Gael. Rakesh felt like he'd staggered through a battlefield, punch-drunk on blows from every angle. Yet, against all odds, Diana had conquered the Games, and Rakesh had emerged from the carnage. But the question remained—was he the same man as before?

A mystifying, nervous shiver still crawled up his spine. He tried to shake it.

Chloe, the pretty blonde assistant with the cherubic voice, entered the room.

"We're ready for you," she said with a smile. After a pause, she added, "Are you?"

Rakesh slugged the sparkling drink. He rose from his seat. He nodded half-committally.

Chloe bit her lip, sensing the young banker's hesitation. She shot a glance behind her, and then moved up close.

"I've never seen them test a contestant like this. And I've been here since the first Games ever! You've been throughso much."

Rakesh affected a shrug, dropping his gaze from Chloe's pretty blue eyes.

"It's basically all over now, right?" he said. "I mean, I already lost the damn prize money."

Despite his feigned nonchalance, the banker felt the same vague churning that had pulled at his gut before the Games had even begun. He shut his eyes, feeling a slight nausea rise in his belly.

In a ruby-red flash, Rakesh saw the source of his unease. If he knew one thing for certain, it was that the unseen producers of the Games, that mysterious cabal of puppet-masters cloistered off in some shadowy writers' room, wererelentless. They never seemed to stop deploying staggering surprises and hairpin turns. And so he wondered: Did they have one final curveball, rounding the corner, windmilling towards his face? And would he survive it?

Chloe doffed her gaze, empathically noting the storm of thoughts that were whirlpooling across his eyes. She tucked her clipboard in one arm. She put her free hand on his shoulder.

"Can I give you a hug?" she cooed.

Rakesh nodded. Chloe leaned in to embrace the vexed husband—and suddenly, Rakesh yelped in pain. The sharp point of the pen affixed to her clipboard stuck out at an angle. It felt like a steely arrow, digging into his bicep with a sting.

"Oh gosh!" Chloe said, detaching. "I'm so sorry!"

"Ah, it's fine," Rakesh grimaced. He rubbed blue ink from his bruised arm. Fortunately, the pen's tip hadn't penetrated skin, but merely poked into his flesh with force. It was a surprisingly sharp-nibbed Lamy ink-tip. Rakesh felt lucky that the damage wasn't far worse.

"Phew," Chloe replied. "Well, you should grab your boots. We better get you out there." The pretty blonde cast an apologetic look at his hurt limb again before turning and muttering to herself, "I'll tell them to make sure they only knot below your elbows."

It took Rakesh a second to process what she'd said.

"What do you mean kn—"

Before he could finish the question, he was swiftly ushered out of the small room.

—

"Folks—it's the moment you've been waiting for!"

Chris turned dramatically in place, orating on his handheld mic.

"The grand finale of our extreme, erotic excursions… the culminating climax… the dynamite denouement… It's the last and final showdown… Day 3 of the Hotwife Games!"

"You didn't think we'd leave you hanging with just two days, did you?" Jessica asked. "Oh no, our final hours together are about to get very, very wicked… with ourbiggest challenge yet!"

The busty presenter draped an arm around her TV-handsome husband.

The married co-hosts were dressed in striking, semi-professional outfits. Jessica's form-hugging white dress popped and swelled with her curvy, toned physique, while Chris's tailored white suit flattered his fit torso and legs.

They were an eye-catching pair at the center of Gael's massive green lawns, magnets for both the roving cameras and the excited eyes of the fifty-strong V.I.P. audience clustered around the island estate.

Rakesh stood off to the side, considerably less enthused. He wore a robe Chloe had handed him as they made their way out, a red silk affair emblazoned with the Hotwife Games logo.

He scanned the crowd. The high-paying guests of this final segment had all been clothed in similar robes, only theirs were a shiny white. It was a motley collection of adults, of varied ages and races—some coupled, many not.

Then, with a slight startle, Rakesh recognized the foursome standing along the lawn's periphery. It was the other two couples from the Games: Patti and Karl, and Daisey and Kevin.

Daisey was studying an unfolded sheaf of paper in her hands. Then she looked up, right at Rakesh.

He looked away quickly and rubbed his arm. He turned Chloe's words over in his head. He wondered what the heck Chloe had meant. And as his eyes traversed the palatial outdoor space, Rakesh wondered something else.

Where was Diana?

"As you doubtlessly recall," Chris said, letting his hand fondle and cup his wife's ass. "Our final couple ran into quite a querulous quandary."

"Forgive my husband," Jessica grinned sarcastically. "He's just discovered something called 'alliteration'."

Chris laughed and smacked her on the ass.

"Oh hush, you… sardonic squirt. As I was saying, Rakesh and Diana really ran the gauntlet of our tremendous tests." He winked at his wife. "But at the end, this poor fella couldn't take the heat any longer, and gave up all of their winnings to confront Diana with her ex… everything… but a single dollar."

Folks in the audience groaned, or otherwise smacked their lips sympathetically. A few scoffed, making Rakesh chafe.

"But… " Jessica said, gently detaching herself from Chris. "We have a little surprise for him… don't we?"

Rakesh gulped as the beautiful co-host moved his way.

He was right. They weren't done.

He felt the lenses of the three cameras covering the action, tilting and whirring in his direction.

"Now, Rakesh, you have a chance to win it all back—three times over."

Rakesh's eyes saucered. The audience gasped.

Instantly, the banker's numerically oriented mind raced with calculations. Triple the prize money… four and a half million dollars?

All of his and Diana's dreams—the house, the security, the stable footing upon which to start their family—the things that had supposedly brought them to the Hotwife Games in the first place—were suddenly thrust back into crystal focus. And then some.

"Well, three timesanda little extra.Five million dollars."

People in the audience whistled through their teeth.

"Of course," Chris said, "Winning it all… means winning one final challenge…"

Jessica was now standing in front of Rakesh. As always, the combination of her sexy features, her bodacious physique, and her delicate feminine scent issued a flurry of chemicals coursing through Rakesh's brain.

"Wanna know what that is?" she teased, her eyes trained on his.

Before Rakesh could answer, Jessica pulled on the belt of his silk robe and whisked it free. She yanked the robe off his shoulders and let it slip to the grass.

Apart from the sturdy hiking boots Chloe had inexplicably provided him with, Rakesh was naked.

Jessica smiled, pleased. His hands instinctively dipped before him, covering his crotch. Almost every time before, there had been other naked people around—husbands, wives, ex-boyfriends—to share in the experience of nudity. Now, in a crowd of over fifty people, Rakesh was the only naked one.

Jessica took the tip of her right index finger and tapped on his nose. It was like she was toying with a puppy.

"I bet you're wondering where your wife is… " she said.

Drawing a sharp breath, Rakesh nodded. Jessica dragged her fingernail down. She let it tease the nerves of his philtrum. She allowed it to linger briefly between his suddenly parched lips.

"Well, your challenge is simple."

The finger traveled down his chin. Crawled down the center of his neck. The sharp nail made him shiver with a sting of pain.

"Find," she said, her eyes spiking with simple enticement. "Diana."

Rakesh scrunched his brow.

Find Diana?

Jessica's fingernail moved down the center of Rakesh's chest. The sensation was exquisite, and titillating. He felt his hands naturally part away from his crotch, and sensed his chest hairs stand to attention.

"See, your wife is somewhere on this little islet."

The lenses zoomed closer, and closer…

—

EXTREME CLOSE-UP:

A painted white fingernail draws slowly down a man's belly. The skin shivers.

MACRO:

A bead of sweat rolls down the hairy torso…

—

"You have three hours to find her," Jessica declared, grinning. "But hey, it's a small island."

Rakesh tried to ignore the slow, erotic descent of her sharp fingernail, and focus on the particulars.

Three hours to find Diana—he was sure he could manage that. He'd gotten a glimpse of the islet when his plane had descended the previous night, and Jessica wasn't fibbing. Kama'sueh was hilly, but not large—perhaps three kilometers end-to-end.

What baffled him was the the bigger picture. A three-kilometer hide-and-seek game hardly seemed like the sort of intense, psychosexual gauntlet he'd been expecting for his final test. All he had to do was locate his wife in these three hours, and they'd walk away with five million dollars? His hopefulness began to stir…

"Oh, but there's one more thing," Chris said. "Between you and those five million dollars…"

Rakesh had been so consumed by the prospect of laying up this final challenge that he'd failed to notice he'd grown semi-hard from Jessica's titillating fingernail. That nail now stole down over his pubes. Gently, she made small circles over the growing slab of his cock dangling between his legs.

"You have to cum inside your wife. And youcannotcum before."

Rakesh groaned while Jessica tickled her way down to his hardening shaft, using only a single fingertip.

"If you cum before you find Diana? You lose it all."

The hotwife kept up her slow, teasing motions—describing circle after circle over Rakesh's rod.

"Make sense? Rakesh needs to find his darling wife within three hours and shoot his load inside her, and they win five million dollars," Chris restated for the audience. "But what fun wouldthatbe without some major obstacles?"

The audience cheered.Of course there was more, thought Rakesh. Before Chris even continued, the banker felt a slithering unease trickle its way down his spine. Much like the very first moments of the Games, Rakesh sensed the amphitheatrical mass of the audience, baying for blood.

—

CUT IN:

E.C.U.: Jessica's roving finger travels around Rakesh's balls. His shaft blossoms to full hardness.

—

It was a strange, polarized feeling that was now prime stock for Rakesh at The Hotwife Games: a creeping worry coupled with burgeoning arousal. That worry only sank deeper as Chris began to enumerate all the obstacles to this final, triple-or-nothing mission.

"See, when you set off looking for your naughty wife… you might encounter a few distractions along the way…"

Jessica reached down, adding her left hand to the mix. She teased Rakesh's balls with her right fingertip, and swirled her left index finger slowly over his cockhead. It was a delicious, titillating massage.

"First of all, you might have noticed our other hotwives have also joined us on the island."

Rakesh shivered at Jessica's gentle dual-fingered tease. He looked away from her beautiful face and glanced at the other couples whom Diana had already bested.

"They're going to be out there while you're on your quest. And if they run into you, they're welcome to use their own wiles to get you to cum."

Now Rakesh's noticed the hot, angry determination lasering out of Daisey's face—and the seductive challenge in Patti's. The trickle of worry he'd been feeling precipitated into a stream.

"Because if either Patti or Daisey makes you shoot… you lose. And theyeach get a shot at that juicy prize money."

The audience 'oh'ed at the new revelation. Rakesh looked back at Chris, trying to keep his composure stoic. Jessica grinned and kept toying with the naked cuckold's balls.

"And that isn't all. Our other husbands here, Kevin and Karl,alsohave skin in the game. If they can find Diana before you, and if theycum inside her before you do—they too can nab that prize!"

Rakesh felt the audience's excitement heat up further. So this wasn't just a race against the clock. It was a race against the other men, too—a race to shoot inside his wife's pussy. It vexed him, and, secretly, sent a thrill of arousal into his growing rod.

And there was more…

"Enjoying my wife's magical fingers, Rakesh?" Chris chuckled. "I hope so, because here's the real kicker.We told Diana the exact opposite of all of this."

Rakesh scrunched his brow in confusion. Jessica grinned. She took a half-step closer and her big, soft breasts pushed up into Rakesh. Her two fingertips maintained their delicate circuit around his hard shaft and balls.

"Diana thinks the only way you'll win the prize is if you cumbeforeyou get to her. Of course, that's a lie."

Rakesh attempted to make sense of what Chris was saying. His disorientation compounded when Jessica sped up her fingers on his erect shaft. There was only so much blood left in his skull to process each new twisting revelation about a challenge he had assumed would be straightforward.

"That's right," Chris said, sensing the crowd pause to process this last, slightly confusing wrinkle. "Diana thinks the goal is for Rakesh to cum before he meets her, without touching her. Shewantssomeone else to make you cum. But if she somehow succeeds at that—you lose all the prize money!"

Rakesh inhaled, then exhaled deeply. For once, the audience seemed to join him in his swelling tension. He attempted to ignore Chris's wicked chuckle, tried to blot Jessica and her pinwheeling fingers from his consciousness.

"Um, how—" he asked. "How is she going to do that?"

"I think by this point we all know Diana is pretty creative with her naughtiness," Chris laughed, drawing an assenting response from the audience. "Let's just say she might pop up from time to time on your journey… Well. You'll see."

Chris winked. Rakesh had no idea what he meant by that—but he disliked the sudden, overly suggestive glint in the latter's eye. From Day 1 of the Games it had been clear that Chris had had an eye on Rakesh's hot wife. And now he was implying… well, what was he implying, really?

Rakesh realized that a large part of his discombobulation came from the hot hands working his cock. They were Chris's wife's hands, so Rakesh took some petty solace there—but not for very long.

Jessica wrapped all five digits of her hand around his shaft.

"So, to recap," Chris continued. "Find Diana within three hours and cum inside her, and you win five million dollars. If you cum before that, due to any of our many, many distractions—including your own beautiful, misinformed wife—you win nothing. Sound good?"

Rakesh held his breath while Jessica stared into his eyes, her soft palm enveloping his erection.

He nodded.

"Oh really?" Jessica asked.

Instantly, she began to jerk on Rakesh's throbbing rod. He gasped. His testicles danced in her left fingers while she furiously stroked him off. He tried in vain to squirm away, but Jessica's grip didn't yield.

Rakesh gasped and flailed like a caught trout while the naughty co-host pumped his dick. He fought his guttural urge as the gorgeous woman worked his cock faster.

Then Jessica stopped. She released his meat, letting it bounce in the air.

"This might be easier than we thought!" Chris laughed.

Rakesh breathed and groaned, trying to will his heart-rate back to normal. But his cock stood straight out, angry and reddened, as though about to burst.

I cannot let myself cum,he thought with gritted teeth.I have to step up my defenses.

The stakes were astronomical. They were everything. This last, surprise round of the Hotwife Games was a challenge of triple ornothing…

"Now for the rest of you," Chris said, turning to the V.I.P. crowd. "Roam around. Have fun! There are surprises in every magical little corner of this island."

Jessica grinned at Rakesh.

"Starting… with this one."

The aroused and distracted husband hadn't noticed that one of the show's assistants had moved up behind him. In a flash, she threw a blindfold around his eyes. She pulled it tight.

And everything went—

—

BLACK.

—

A TITLE CARD FADES UP:

THE GREAT CLIMAX

(IN SIX INTERSECTING SHORT FILMS)

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FADE IN:

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EXT. KAMA'SUEH ISLAND—MORNING

A BEARDED MAN wearing workout shorts and a t-shirt jogs downhill.

BEEPING emanates from his wireless headphones. He slows his jog and pulls his phone from his pocket. He swears.

Low battery.

Her looks about, realizing that he has jogged around an unfamiliar bend on the island. Past a patch of breadfruit trees in a sunken glen, he spots a small edifice in the shadow of the mansion's surrounding hedges.

It's a boxy gray structure. Wires curl and funnel up its side. Some sort of electrical kiosk.

He looks at the phone's "low battery" symbol. He looks at the door of the small shed. It's open a crack.

BEARDED MAN

"Anyone in there?"

He jogs toward it.

INT. ELECTRICAL SHED—MORNING

Morning light pierces in as the door is slowly swung open. The bearded man enters.

BEARDED MAN

"Hello? Is this the electric crew for the show? I mean, the grip department, or…"

His eyes adjust to the light.

BEARDED MAN

"I'm looking for a charger…"

His voice trails off. There's no one there.

He scans the walls for an outlet.

He stops in his tracks.

LOW ANGLE: CAMERA rotates a slow three-hundred-and-sixty degrees. Mirroring the man's rotation in the opposite direction.

He takes in the contents of the walls around him.

Whatever he sees, it drains the color from his face.

CAMERA STOPS. He spots something else.

The man approaches the room's corner. TILT DOWN.

On a low, walnut desk sits a sub-compact Beretta 91 combat pistol.

—

CUT BACK TO DARKNESS.

—

Now blindfolded, Rakesh felt someone take his arm, and strap something around his wrist. Is this what Chloe was referring to in the green room?

Then he felt himself ushered a few feet away. He heard the low growl of a car engine as it pulled up nearby.

He felt hands on his lower back, guiding him forward.

"Step up," said a familiar, friendly voice—Chloe's, he registered—and he followed her advice, raising a leg and stepping in.

Rakesh realized he was in the back cabin of a large van. Minutes later, he was riding a bumpy, uphill course to some unknown destination.

The young husband was still basically naked, as well as blindfolded, and felt eminently vulnerable.

It was a short, steep ride upwards. Soon Rakesh was nudged out of the double-doored van. He alighted onto a dirt path.

"Enjoy!" rang Chloe's voice from inside the vehicle. The van's engine turned once more.

Rakesh shook off the disorienting feeling of the new location. He reached up and took off the blindfold, just in time to see the lime-green Hotwife Games van careening away down a dirt road.

The naked husband instinctively wheeled around three-hundred-and-sixty degrees. He took stock of his new circumstances.

Instantly, he drew a sharp breath. It seemed that Rakesh had been dropped off at the uppermost peak of the small islet. He was in a little clearing that fell off on all sides, fringed by palm trees and lush rambutan bushes. A spectacular view surrounded the small, hilly summit.

The nude banker was encapsulated by a panoramic vista of sweeping island topography, wrapped on all sides by miles of glassy blue ocean. There was a solitary white cloud near the horizon, in an otherwise pristine sky. All around him, the little islet dropped off in sharp, green angles, revealing a layered tropical utopia full of beguiling—and baffling—features.

Down in front of him was a terraced shelf canopied with banana trees. The sounds of a running brook rose up through the shady grove.

Turning further west, Rakesh could see that far down the hill sat a boxy, dun-colored trio of buildings. They reminded him off the sort of edifices you saw on studio lots, the kind he'd seen when they first arrived at the Games back in Burbank. Soundstages, he remembered they were called. They were a strange sight on the equatorial hillside.

He peered closer. The largest soundstage had a slab of text emblazoned over the entryway. The word and the font both looked vaguely familiar—but the text was half-shaded behind some palm fronds. From that distance, it was illegible.

The next thing swimming into Rakesh's ken made him check his vision in disbelief.

Rising up from a thicket of palms about halfway down the isle was a structure whose presence defied all logic. For one, it was an ugly, five-story building, with mirrored glass walls that reflected the blue ocean—and it seemed utterly out of place in this tropical paradise. But more than that, a three-dimensional logo studded a corner of the edifice in a dull gray font. It was an office building.

No, it was Rakesh's office building.

He blinked three, four, five times. Either the Games had uprooted the actual office Rakesh worked at in central London and flown it, brick-by-brick, across the Pacific, or they had somehow built an exact replica here on Kama'sueh.

In either case, the effect was bizarre—and chilling. How did they take the trouble to find out what his drab KraftBank offices looked like? Moreover, why? What did it mean?

Rakesh kept surveying the scene at his feet, and the island's mysteries only deepened.

Some three hundred yards downhill, surrounded by a grove of golden cane palms, a bronze statue twisted up to the sky. It was ornate, chipped green with age, and wrought in a style that reminded Rakesh of some ancient Galician sculptor he'd once seen in a museum. Yet its figures were anything but traditional.

The tall sculpture depicted three beautiful nude women linked together in a sapphic embrace. The clustering foliage made it impossible to tell for sure, but it seemed to stand on a high platform.

Rakesh's bemusement was given brief respite as his eyes moved past the statue and over a half-hidden tunnel peeking through the trees.

Way off down the emerald-green slopes of the tiny islet, he had a view of the white sand beach. Spreading across the land and up to its fringes was the instantly perceivable shape of Gael's opulent estate. The dirt road he had been driven up, appeared to lead back down that way.

A few dozen small figures had already begun fanning out from the nucleus of the house, pouring onto the beach or up the island through the areca trees. Evidently the V.I.P. crowd were excitedly beginning the trek they had paid top-dollar to be party to.

Rakesh's gaze darkened. Kevin and Karl were doubtlessly part of that throng, searching for Diana like he was.

Like Rakesh, all of them were yet to discover the strange mysteries spread across Kama'sueh. But at least the Games had given him one advantage: a birds-eye viewpoint of the island's landscape.

The disoriented young banker now cast his gaze down the northernmost slope of the island. Here, three more bizarre constructions stood out against the natural land.

One was a low stone building about a third of the way down the hillside. It sat in a sunken drop of land, surrounded by a dense thicket of strangler figs. It had a domed top and a few minuscule windows around its dark walls. Iron bars formed grates in the small holes.

Despite the sunlit Pacific isle on all sides, the building had a dark, sinister quality that sent a small chill down Rakesh's neck. It seemed somehow like a medieval prison or a dungeon.

He quickly rotated his attention to the other edifice further down. A circular shape was nestled on a small piece of flat land edging up to the beach. It looked like something from a bygone era: a massive, vintage Barnum and Bailey's circus tent.

There was one final edifice further up the hill. This time, there was no mistaking its purpose. It was a squat, rectangular structure with transparent glass walls. Rakesh squinted closer. It was a large, private gym.

Was this simply Gael's personal fitness center on his private island? Or another inexplicable, artificial addition brought in for the Hotwife Games?

Rakesh whirled around in confusion, taking in the anomalous assortment of shapes spread across the conical landmass at his feet. Then he noted what was strapped around his wrist. It was the one item of "clothing", save for his hiking boots, that the Games had provided for him: a countdown watch.

It had already begun counting. He had two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and six seconds left to find Diana.

Rakesh tried to make sense of the oddball medley of structures all around Kama'sueh. The giant erotic statue… the medieval "prison" building… the office tower that was utterly identical to his own place of work…

They all seemed to amount to something… but what? Clues, perhaps, as to just where the hell his wife was on the byzantine island. But what did they mean?

Suddenly, something that had been subconsciously bothering Rakesh leapt to the front of his attention. He'd perceived little red pinpricks of light, flickering, on and off, on dozens of the trees spread around the island. You could barely see them in the bright daylight. He peered closer. They were cameras. Scores of live-streaming video cameras, mounted on the trees.

An audience was watching all of it.

Time was ticking down. Rakesh had to make a choice. Since he had started off at Gael's estate, he reasoned it was logical that they might hide Diana on the opposite side of the island. That meant making his way through the banana trees, following the sound of running water.

It might lead nowhere. Worse, it could be a dead-end, or a trap.

He had no way of knowing anything about this bizarre landmass. The freakish little place was a cross between the fantasy hellscapes of Hieronymus Bosch and a factory run by Willy fucking Wonka.

Rakesh took a deep breath.

He set off down the tree-lined hill.

—

CUT TO BLACK.

TITLE CARD:

I.

Rakesh Vaibhav

in

THE ISLAND OF CARNAL DELIGHTS

—

Little pebbles crunched underfoot. The nearly naked financier descended the narrow path, stepping over craggy rock. Soon he was in the cool shade of broad banana leaves, their canopy admitting brief, flashing slivers of equatorial sun.

He squeezed through a thicket, pushing branches out of the way as the path narrowed into a seeming dead-end.

When he emerged into a clearing, Rakesh saw the source of the watery sounds. A gushing waterfall poured into a clear, bubbling pond, which in turn fed into a brook that snaked its way further downhill.

The object above the waterfall grabbed Rakesh's attention.

A massive flat-screen monitor, perhaps a hundred inches corner-to-corner, was suspended over the flowing stream. It was currently turned off.

What was that for?

Rakesh had barely formulated the thought when he heard his own name.

"Rakesh?" rang a melodic female voice. And then he saw her.

Emerging from the waterfall like some Arthurian nymph was an extremely striking, bikini-clad woman about twenty years Rakesh's senior. She slicked back her wet hair as she approached, knee-high in the pond's crystal waters.

The young banker felt his naked cock twitch involuntarily. The older woman's wet body was fit, curvaceous, and stunning. But more than any of that, he recognized her immediately.

"Mrs… Mrs. Panchad?"

The woman gave a soft laugh, stepping out of the pond and coming closer.

"Surely now you can call me Lalina. It's been at least a few decades since you were in school. And… you are basically naked."

Rakesh's jaw had seemed to stop working.

What the hell was Mrs. Panchad doing here?

Someone on the research team of the Hotwife Games deserved a raise. Rakesh himself had barely thought of his senior-year biology teacher once he'd graduated… well, okay, maybe a few dozen times in the midst of some torrid masturbating… but yet, here she was.

Mrs. P had been the instant favorite of every straight male student at Rakesh's old school. Widely known as simply the "Hot Teacher", she had raised hard-ons and attracted stares in every class that she taught, accentuated by her body-hugging clothes and frequent push-up bras.

And now she was standing across from Rakesh, soaking wet in a ridiculously small dark green bikini. She looked better than ever…

"Er, yeah," Rakesh chuckled nervously, acknowledging the awkward fact of his nudity. "It's nice to see you, Mrs. P—Lalina."

He stuck his hand out to shake hers. The older woman laughed and embraced him tightly.

Her wet, curvy body pressed and slid against his. Like most boys in his senior-year, he'd harbored a lusty crush on the gorgeous teacher. Those old feelings crashed over him anew, along with the slew of sexual fantasies she had occupied in his mind… Rakesh felt his meat hardening between them.

Their embrace ended. Mrs. Panchad smiled at her former student with a small twinkle in her eyes. A thought descended with a thud into the bottom of Rakesh's gut.

An obvious, simple, staring-him-right-in-his-ridiculous-horny-face thought.

The Hotwife Games had brought her here to distract him.

As though in instant confirmation, the beautiful biology teacher scrunched up her face in mock-discomfort.

"I love that they invited me here—but these island gnats are making a feast of me!"

She held up a bottle of bug-spray. Rakesh hadn't even noticed it in her hand. His hormones were already doing the thinking for him.

"Help me get my back?" Mrs. Panchad asked.

"Mrs—er, Lalina, I would love to. But I really have to get going…"

"Please, Rakesh," she turned and pointed at her lower back. "I just can't reach this spot, here."

Rakesh gulped.

His sexy former teacher was wearing a thong bikini. The soaking fabric, already a flossy string, had ridden all the way up between her toned cheeks. Mrs. Panchad's full, shapely ass was staring him in the face.

Lalina looked back over her shoulder. She wiggled her exposed ass at her one-time student.

"It'll just take a second," she said. Her smoky voice suddenly assumed all the authority she had commanded in her classrooms. "Be a good boy for your teacher."

Rakesh was hard.

Drawing a deep breath, he took hold of the bottle of bug-spray.

Just one minute, he bargained with himself. I'll help her out quickly, and then I'm out of here.

Rakesh stole a look at his wrist timer. Two hours and fifty-three minutes were still his to locate Diana.

With a pleased smile, Mrs. P walked over to a towel that was already spread out by the side of the brook. She lay down on her stomach.

Rakesh didn't understand why he couldn't finish the task standing, but he followed gamely behind. He squatted down at her side. His erection tented up between his legs and he tried in vain to conceal it.

Quickly, he sprayed his teacher's lower back.

"Rub it in," Lalina said, not looking up from between her crossed arms. Her tone was pellucid. She wasn't asking.

Rakesh tried to keep his eyes from the alluring swell of the older woman's ass, wet and gleaming in the micro-thong. Memories flashed in his mind of the many times his eyes had followed that attractive derriere in class and in his school hallways.

And now, impossibly, here he was—naked and erect, rubbing bug-spray into his teacher's back…

"Lower," Mrs. Panchad said.

Rakesh's hands were at the dimples of her lower back. He hesitated. Mrs. Panchad shook her rump back-and-forth.

"Those bugs are having a field day with my butt."

Rakesh paused and stuttered. For one thing, he couldn't see a single bug bite, nor for that matter a single bug in the vicinity.

"I really have to get going, M—"

She turned her face and looked squarely at her old student.

"Rub it into my ass, Rakesh."

His heart-rate was gently accelerating in his chest. There was a firm, deadly authority spiking in Mrs. Panchad's eyes that made Rakesh feel very much like a schoolboy again.

He had no choice.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad."

This time she didn't object to the honorific address. She merely turned her gaze and nestled her face back into her forearms.

"Good boy," said Rakesh's old teacher.

Like a truant schoolboy laboring through some kind of erotic punishment, Rakesh sprayed a liberal layer of bug-spray over Mrs. Panchad's ass. He reached down and rubbed her full cheeks.

"Mmm. Good boy," she repeated. "Get it deep in there for your teacher."

Rakesh tried to steady his mind and refocus on his macro-task. But the feeling of Lalina's firm, wet ass was sending shockwaves to his excited cock. Most of all, the baffling fact that the Hot Teacher—the one he and every boy in his class had masturbated to endlessly—was laying before him making him massage her backside… it curved his dick into a hard, painful erection.

"Very good," Mrs. Panchad moaned into her arms, enjoying the feeling of Rakesh's kneading fingers. "You know, Rakesh. I always noticed."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Panchad?"

She turned to look at him once more.

"Keep rubbing."

That stern authority again. Rakesh kept his hands gliding on her ass cheeks, now ripe and shiny with spray.

"I always noticed you looking… at my buttocks."

Rakesh gulped.

"Don't deny it. You were a bad boy in class, weren't you?"

"I, erm—" Why did Rakesh suddenly feel like a teenager again, being chastised in the confined quarters of a biology classroom? "No, Mrs. Pan—"

"Yes, you were," she repeated firmly. Mrs. Panchad turned suddenly, and Rakesh felt his hands scrape along her waist to her front.

"You were staring at my ass in my class, and thinking naughty thoughts about me."

The icy, stern tone of her voice made Rakesh shiver with nervousness. His penis was now fully rigid between his legs.

She had him right where she wanted him.

"Admit it," Mrs. Panchad continued, in a timbre of pure steel.

Rakesh couldn't understand why he felt like he had regressed into some bygone era of his life. He doffed his eyes.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I… stared at your butt…"

"And?"

"And thought naughty thoughts about you… Mrs. Panchad."

It was all true, of course. But Rakesh had never thought it was a confession he would actually be making to her one day—and certainly not while naked in some forest clearing.

"And did you masturbate thinking about me?"

Rakesh's skin flushed.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad."

"So you went home after class, and jerked on your dick, and thought about me," she re-stated.

"Y-yes, Mrs. Panchad."

"Did you cum?"

"Um…"

"Did you cum?"

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad."

"What did you think about?"

"I—" Why the fuck was Rakesh suddenly downed in sweat? And why was he so hard? "Just general thoughts about you. Mrs. Panchad."

His voice started to crack a little.

"Like. What," she said firmly.

The buxom teacher readjusted herself now, laying back with her elbows propping up her torso. The position pushed her considerable bust in Rakesh's direction. Her nipples were hard against the clingy wet bikini top.

The former pupil tried to look away.

"Your… your body, Mrs. Panchad." She remained silent. He felt obligated to keep talking. "Your—ass. Like, er, like you mentioned."

"What about my breasts? Did you think about them?" Suddenly she snapped. "LOOK at me when I'm talking to you, Rakesh!"

He did immediately.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad. I thought about your breasts."

"Did you imagine them naked while you stroked your cock?"

Rakesh nodded.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad." Why was his voice so hollow? So young?

"Did you think about me sucking your cock?"

Rakesh gulped. His voice was almost inaudible as he spoke.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad."

Mrs. Panchad sat up.

"Reach behind me," she said. At this point, Rakesh didn't dare disobey. "Undo my top."

Her former student swallowed, then obeyed.

Mrs. Panchad's green bikini top fell off her chest, revealing hefty, melon-sized breasts. Her pink nipples were large and hard.

Rakesh could not tear his eyes from them. It was still slowly sinking in that he was staring at the tits of his hot teacher.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad."

"You like your teacher's big tits?" she asked.

"Y-yes, Mrs. Panchad."

"Show me."

Rakesh stared quizzically.

Suddenly, Mrs. Panchad slapped him across the face.

The grown man gasped out loud. He held his reddening cheek.

"Stand up. And show me."

Now the biology teacher's voice sounded almost menacing. It commanded instant obedience. Rakesh raised off his haunches and stood straight up.

His cheek may still have been stinging from his teacher's thwack, but for some perverse reason it had only served to make his erection even harder. His cock protruded out, angry and swollen, angled in the air above his former biology teacher.

The sexy older woman regarded the hard member at length.

"You're a very naughty boy, Rakesh." She looked up at him, and her gaze sent a quiver across his body. "I'm your teacher. And you're all hard over your teacher's boobies, aren't you?"

He was an adult man. He had a career and a wife. He'd spent more of his life out of school than in it. And yet all he could muster was the same submissive response in a post-adolescent tone.

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad."

"Put it in your hand."

"M—"

"Put your hard cock. In your hand."

He gripped his erection.

"Good boy," she said. "Don't make me ask you anything twice again. Understood?"

Rakesh nodded. Mrs. Panchad sat forward so that her beautiful face and large, naked breasts were directly beneath her old student's throbbing hard-on.

"Now show me how you jack off when you think of me."

Rakesh began to protest, but stopped himself on the heels of her stern warning.

Then the larger picture stabbed into the base of his brain. He had to find Diana. And he could not cum until he'd found her or they would lose it all…

"Are you disobeying me?" Lalina asked.

"Mrs. Panchad, I can't—"

"You're being a very naughty boy, Rakesh." A quiet anger shone in her eyes. It thrilled him. "You're going to show me how you jack off for me. Do it."

Still he hesitated.

"NOW."

Slowly, Rakesh stroked his aching hard-on.

"Good." She smiled up at him, a dazzlingly pretty smile. "That's a very good boy. Show your teacher how you jack off thinking about her… Mmm… a little faster…"

Rakesh felt like he was trapped under a spell. A litany of teenage hormones had flooded his brain and body—and they were now in charge. He gently upped his pace at her request.

He tried to keep his brain on his agenda. He plotted his escape.

"Yes… stroke your cock for Mrs. Panchad." She smiled up at him, toying with her sizable breasts. "You fantasized about this for years, didn't you?"

"Yes… Mrs. Panchad," Rakesh choked, jerking his dick over his hot teacher.

"Faster… I said, FASTER."

He began to stroke faster. He shut his eyes.

"Now cum all over my face," she said.

Rakesh's eyes popped wide. He swiftly released his cock from his grip.

"I can't! Mrs. Panch—"

She grabbed hold of his throbbing shaft. With a beautifully skilled hand, Mrs. Panchad stroked off the chagrined husband.

"It isn't a choice, Rakesh. You're going to cum on your teacher's face…"

Rakesh squirmed. Her palm felt incredible as she wanked him off. He tried to get away from Mrs. Panchad just as he had from Jessica earlier that day. He was dangerously aroused, and his sexy instructor was on a hot mission.

"Yes… Cum on me… Forget about this stupid contest, Rakesh… " She stroked faster. "Do what you've always wanted to do… Do what you masturbated to, over and over and over…"

Rakesh felt his balls bubbling…

—

INT. CIRCULAR CONTROL ROOM.

CLOSE: Female lips lean in over a microphone.

"Too soon for viewer spike. Cue in 3B."

—

With her other hand, Mrs. P reached between the cuckold husband's legs and toyed with his full balls. Rakesh shut his eyes again, fighting the agonizing rush of pleasure. She began to jerk him vigorously.

"Release that cum for your hot teacher… That's what all you boys called me, isn't it? Well, your hot teacher wants your cum… Now shoot your cum for your hot slut teacher…"

Her hand stroked him faster.

"You've dreamed of this, haven't you? Hmm?"

"Y-yes."

"You dreamed of cumming on your teacher's face in class?"

"Yes, Mrs. Panchad… fuck…"

"Naughty boy… Now do it… Cover my face…"

Rakesh felt his legs wobble. He opened his eyes and glanced down.

Oh fuck, she was so hot.

The teacher he'd jacked off to, all those years ago… A lifelong, taboo fantasy had come vividly true…

"Cum," she repeated. "Feed me your sticky cum, naughty boy. NOW."

She opened her mouth wide. She stuck out her tongue.

"Oh shit," Rakesh gasped. He was fighting the urge with every muscle fiber inside him. But he was getting so close…

And then, from behind him, he heard an even more familiar voice. A voice he'd been aching to hear since the challenge began.

It nearly made him snap his neck with shock.

"Am I in the right place?" said Diana.

Chapter 16 - [HIGH_QUALITY] HotwifeCastingXX_S.S.Studio_ [NaUghtY_LeGiON] (FULL).avi
She makes a video with another man, as her husband watches

The author leans back in the swiveling bamboo desk chair.

She stretches her arms towards the high arches of the ceiling. She sighs with deep release.

A knot that has been troubling her for three days has just loosened fully.

She swirls her head clockwise, slowly. Then she does it in reverse.

The late afternoon sunlight spreads like a magic lantern on the Tyrrhenian Sea. The other two have surely begun their ascent through the small seaside village.

She rearranges the sheaf of printed pages. A part of her mind is wrapped up in their Courier typeset, scanning those neat, shapeshifting columns for any errors or areas of improvement.

Lawrence Änswer wants it to be perfect.

Perfect is the enemy of great.

And, anyway, it's just a mirage…

The truth is, she doesn't really give a damn what Änswer thinks. She doesn't much give a damn whatanyonethinks.

What she cares most about is her secret.

A secret she will soon be revealing…

—

Diana stared at the rack full of outfits.

She couldn't help but wonder if, before picking out her options, the Hotwife Games wardrobe department had collectively consumed a heroic dose of mushrooms.

There was an elegant cocktail dress, two-piece business attire, a nurse's scrubs, a Regency-Era duchess outfit, a fitted camouflage jumpsuit, a festive green elf costume… one after the next, the row was stacked with a motley soufflé of inexplicable and bizarre choices of clothing.

Standing behind it was another rack, this one containing the apparent male counterparts to these costumes.

Diana's eyes were scanning over them when the door to the small green room opened behind her.

"Your husband's just been dropped off," Chris smiled. "He's at the uppermost point of the island. Soon he's gonna start searching for you."

Diana smiled back at the show's handsome co-host. She was still bemused by the strange mélange of clothes behind her. But she felt the necessity to clarify the rules that Jessica had explained to her, before she'd been secreted away to this clandestine green room.

"He has three hours, right? But he has to cumbeforehe finds me, or we lose?"

"That's correct," Chris responded, hiding the lie behind his TV-friendly grin. "So if you want to win, you'll have to help him out."

"Well, that's my main question. Besides staying hidden as best I can, how the hell can I do that?"

It was a valid inquiry. They weren't evenawareof each other's locations, and if they did become proximal, the game was over. Did the Hotwife Games expect her to deploy some kind of psychokinetic sorcery to make her husband cum?

Chris looked reassuringly at the beautiful hotwife. His eyes couldn't help but steal down to the cleavage exposed between the lapels of her short white bathrobe. All through the Games, his arousal for Diana had ramped higher and higher as he watched her brazen antics. Now, he had to hold in his excitement… if he was to convince her to go along with his plan.

"Well, the Games wanted to give you some options," Chris told the attractive wife. "You can pick out a costume, and then we'll go into the studio next door. It's a full backlot, with a bunch of different sets."

Diana turned and re-examined the dual racks of clothes. The math of the situation began to click into clarity.

"There are also cameras set up," Chris smiled. "Each one is live-streaming to screens all around the island."

"You want me to make a porno…"

"We don'twantyou to, necessarily," said Chris. It was the second lie he'd told in that conversation. "But if you want to—to help your husband out—you can think about what kind of video might get him excited… might even induce him to cum the fastest… and choose a costume that works."

She was still gazing at the racks of variegated outfits. There were also pirate costumes, a naughty cheerleader get-up, a sex slave outfit complete with handcuffs and ropes…

"Choosetwocostumes, you mean." She pointed to the second rack, laden with the corresponding outfits that were designed for a man.

"Well, sure. If you wanted, you could choose to make the video with a partner. To turn Rakesh on even more, obviously. Again, it's up to you. You can decide who you want to—"

Diana whirled around and cut Chris off.

"You want to make the video with me, don't you?"

Chris stammered. It was the hotwife's turn to flash a grin at him.

He held up his hands—caught me.

Already, Diana had made up her mind. An image flashed into her head of a website she had once found open, early in their marriage, on Rakesh's computer. She knew exactly what kind of video would get him off. All the more if she was the star…

She didn't know it, but the husband and wife duo were about to be locked in a very high-stakes battle of wills—her trying to make him cum, and him resisting with all he was worth.

Diana stepped closer to Chris. She stared into his eyes. She undid the belt on her robe, and shucked the robe off her shoulders.

"Let's make a porno."

—

CUT TO BLACK.

TITLE CARD:

II.

Chris Cavendish

in

THE WIZARD OF THE O

—

Rakesh literally jumped at the sound of his wife's voice.

"Am I in the right place?" Diana had asked.

He wheeled around, swiftly detaching his former teacher's grasp on his penis.

The large screen mounted over the waterfall shone brightly. The image on it showed a medium shot of his wife seating herself on a blue-gray couch.

Diana looked ravishingly pretty. She wore a satin blue dress that hung low and showed off her luscious cleavage. Sparkling diamond earrings dangled from her lobes and a bejeweled necklace adorned her neckline. Despite the sexy cut of the outfit, the whole effect was decidedly elegant.

Rakesh turned fully to the looming LCD image, his brow furrowing as he realized her words were directed at someone behind the camera.

"Yes you are, darling," replied an unseen man over the screen's speakers. "Get comfortable. And state your name for the camera, please."

"Um, Diana," Diana said, a little nervously. "Diana Vaibhav… Do I use my real name, or?"

Rakesh was trying to determine what was going on when Mrs. Panchad came up behind him. She joined the naked banker as he regarded his onscreen spouse.

"That's totally up to you," the man responded. "Some models choose an alias, some use their real names."

Slowly, the full context of the streaming video began to dawn over Rakesh.

"Okay," Diana giggled. She was playing the part coquettishly, and perfectly, to the camera. "It's Diana."

"And is that Mrs. Diana Vaibhav, or—"

"Yes," she responded, holding up the hand with her real wedding ring. "I'm married. Is that an issue?"

Mrs. Panchad was registering the same thing as Rakesh. "This looks a lot like—"

"A casting couch porn video," Rakesh finished for her.

A rather specific kind, he realized with an accelerating heart. A type that Diana had obviously discovered on his computer.The kind of porn featuring an elegant, sexy married woman.

In this case, the married woman was his own wife.

—

INT. CASTING STUDIO ROOM—DAY

The footage is just a hair grainy, as though filmed on a dated model of a Handicam.

DIANA, elegant and gorgeous, toys with one diamond earring. CHRIS speaks off-screen.

CHRIS (O.S.)

No issue at all, darling. All we need for the calendar are some shots of a beautiful woman… and, married or not, you sure are that.

Diana blushes, looking down and breaking eye contact.

CHRIS (O.S.)

So, do you have any modeling experience?

DIANA

Oh, no, none… I mean, my ex-boyfriend once took some pictures of me, but—that's it. I just want to build a portfolio. I hear the money's good.

CHRIS (O.S.)

What kinda pictures?

DIANA

What?

CHRIS (O.S.)

What kinda pictures did your ex-boyfriend take?

DIANA

Oh. Just… some shots in my bikini.

(beat)

Gosh, I think my husband would get jealous if he knew that!

CHRIS (O.S.)

Hah. Let's not worry about him. So you're comfortable taking pictures in a bikini.

DIANA

Um, I dunno. Like I said, my husband would get—

CHRIS (O.S.)

Does he get jealous often?

DIANA

No. Not often. Just when guys hit on me. I think he's a little paranoid that I'll cheat on him or something.

Diana laughs. A beat.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Would ya'?

DIANA

Cheat? Of course not! I love Rakesh.

—

Rakesh felt a complicated sensation. His wife, luminous on the large screen, was playing the character of an innocent, married prospective model—and she was playing it to a tee. The granular live footage and Diana's committed act had Rakesh feeling like he really was watching a porno of one of his secret, favorite genres.

Yet it was hisrealwife up there. And she was using both of their real names.

His mind may have been confused, but his cock bobbed in the air, rigid and excited. Mrs. Panchad looked down and noticed…

—

CHRIS (O.S.)

I'm sure your husband would be happy to hear that. Now, why don't ya' stand up so we can see what you look like?

DIANA

Oh, um, okay.

Diana stands up from the couch. Camera zooms out slightly, capturing the length of her curvaceous body. The short blue dress reveals the young wife's toned legs. Her pretty feet are clad in a pair of black high heels.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Wow.Your husband is a lucky man.

DIANA

(blushing)

Oh. Thanks.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Turn around for me, darling. Need to see you from the back.

DIANA

Oh. For the calendar?

The young wife looks confused.

CHRIS (O.S.)

That's right.

Slowly, Diana turns her back to the camera. Her peach-shaped ass is delectable in the body-hugging dress.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Fuck.

DIANA

(looking back)

Sorry?

CHRIS (O.S.)

Nothing. Face forward, please.

Diana turns her head back. Gradually, the camera scans down her hourglass body, then zooms in on her ass.

—

Rakesh felt his member throb as the unseen cameraman—with a voice he found increasingly recognizable, though it seemed to possess a different accent—sleazily pulled focus on Diana's plump round derriere.

He felt irrationally conflicted. On the one hand, it felt like his wife was being exploited by this lecherous "modeling scout." It didn't take Pauline Kael to know exactly where this plot was heading.

On the other hand, Rakesh's logical brain knew that Diana was merely playing into the sleazeball plot-line, not just consensually but likely by her own design. A plot-line, he realized, that was unfolding with the specific intent of maximally turning him on.

The calculation should have rocketed another thought into Rakesh's rational mind:get back to the mission. But before he could think it, Mrs. Panchad reached down and took hold of his cock once again.

—

CHRIS (O.S.)

You can turn around now.

Diana does.

DIANA

Did you get a good shot?

CHRIS (O.S.)

I did.

(beat)

So, I need to see your body next.

DIANA

Um, my body?

CHRIS (O.S.)

Yes, why don't you take off your dress and I'll get a few shots of your body?

DIANA

In my underwear?

CHRIS (O.S.)

That's right, babe. Just your underwear.

A beat passes.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Whassamatter?

DIANA

I don't think my husband would like that.

CHRIS (O.S.)

He knows you want to model, doesn't he? Well, we'll need to take some bikini shots for the calendar. So I need to see your body.

Diana looks down shyly.

DIANA

I guess I've taken bikini photos before.

Slowly, she releases each strap of the dress. She works it off her body.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Wow. Very nice, darling.

Diana's clad in a lacy red bra and panties that offer erotic peeks of her nipples and landing strip below the diaphanous lace.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Turn around for me.

Diana rotates, revealing the G-string of the lace panties.

CHRIS (O.S.)

Holy fuck.

DIANA

(turning)

Do I look okay?

CHRIS (O.S.)

You look gorgeous, darling. Now we're going to need to see your boobs.

DIANA

(shocked)

What?

CHRIS (O.S.)

For the calendar. To make sure they, uh, are the right size.

DIANA

Oh. Well, I guess if you have to…

CHRIS (O.S.)

I'm sure your husband will understand.

—

Whoever was behind the camera might have been role-playing, but the excitement in his voice was palpable.

Rakesh couldn't tear his eyes from the screen as Diana undid her bra and let it drop off of her shapely tits, all performed with a mock-shyness that was remarkably convincing.

"Mmm. Fuck yes. Now let me see the rest," said the unseen cameraman.

—

DIANA

The rest?

CHRIS (O.S.)

I need to see your pussy.

Diana casts her eyes downward again. She softly murmurs.

CHRIS (O.S.)

What's wrong?

Diana gives a little shrug, her arms pushing her naked boobs together.

After a second, Chris comes around the camera, now visible in the frame. He walks up to her.

—

Rakesh gave a full-body startle.

Of course.The voice behind the camera was fuckingChris.

Rakesh's attention had been so consumed by the thin plot of this facsimile porno that he'd allowed his former teacher to gently massage his dick while he watched. But at the sight of the Hotwife Games' attractive co-host, he snapped to attention, grasping her wrist and pausing her attempted handjob.

He'd noted that Chris was no longer wearing his on-set tailored suit. Instead, the co-host's attire was a spot-on characterization of the prototypical casting director in those sleazy old videos.

—

Chris approaches Diana and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. He wears ill-fitting jeans, Nike sneakers, a low baseball cap, and a baggy gray t-shirt. There is a Nikon still camera slung around his neck.

His back is turned to camera, but his smile is visible in profile.

CHRIS

What's wrong, darling? You look so beautiful.

DIANA

I'm—I'm married, that's all.

CHRIS

Trust me, babe, your husband would besoproud of you right now.

DIANA

(looks up shyly)

Yeah?

CHRIS

He'd love to show off such a hot wife. He'd love that you're showing me that beautiful body.

Diana blushes again.

—

Well, shit,thought Rakesh.She is a really good actress.

With every word and gesture, he was being sucked into the patent fantasy that his wife was innocently trying to get cast as a bikini model. He truly felt like a voyeur into this nondescript room, where the ludicrous process was taking place.

Rakesh stopped.

Where was it taking place?He looked at his watch. He panicked at the digital readout. Two hours and thirty-four minutes remaining to find his wife. Time had been moving faster than he thought.

He needed to find something in this live-stream to clue him in about its location…

—

CHRIS

Why don't you show me your pussy, and I'll take a couple pictures? 'Kay, darling?

At length, Diana nods.

Slowly, the beautiful hotwife draws her thong down her thighs and calves. She steps out of it.

CHRIS

Wow.

DIANA

(shy)

Do you like my pussy?

CHRIS

(camera snapping)

It's so fucking hot.

(takes more photos)

Pose for me, darling.

Diana strikes some reluctant poses.

CHRIS

Come on, darling. Pose like youwantthe camera. Like you're begging for it…

Gradually, she loosens up.

Soon, Diana is bending over the couch and showing off her snatch and ass to Chris's camera.

CHRIS

FUCK. You are the hottest thing I've ever seen—

—

Rakesh's jealousy swelled as he gazed on Chris lustfully taking pictures of his wife's juicy cunt and asshole. Diana looked back at him with an open, inviting mouth, basking in her role of the sweet young wife turned sex-kitten.

Chris, however, seemed to have lost his grip on the particular "character" he was playing. His accent and voice reverted to his own as he lusted over her.

Rakesh tried to keep his attention on his task. His eyes scoured the screen for any hint as to where on this island Diana and Chris might be.

But the on-screen set had no windows. There was no visible art; not even any furniture apart from the stuffed couch in the frame.

—

CHRIS

All right, we gotta see one more thing, darling.

Confused, Diana stands back up.

CHRIS

I need to get some dancing shots.

Chris flops down, sitting on the couch and facing the camera for the first time. The tent in his jeans is visible.

CHRIS

Give me a lap dance.

—

Rakesh's eyes narrowed.

"You have a very naughty wife."

The sexy teacher's voice jolted him. Rakesh had almost forgotten about Mrs. Panchad. His attention had been arrested by a new piece of information crystallizing on the LCD.

"His shirt… " Rakesh began.

—

The naked married woman sways back and forth in front of the seated "casting agent". Her shapely ass faces the camera.

DIANA

Gosh, I hope my husband doesn't get mad about this…

CHRIS

(breathy)

Oh, forget Rakesh. This is for me…

She spins about Chris, shaking her rump with an innocent but carnal sensuality. The angle brings Chris's t-shirt back into visibility.

On the front is a logo of a painted gerbera flower and the words 'SinStar Productions'.

—

Rakesh's mind raced through computations as his wife continued her salacious lap-dance on the screen.

The logo moved in and out of view as she undulated her hips for the seated co-host.

—

Diana leans back over Chris and grinds her ass into his crotch.

CHRIS

Mmm. Yes, darling.

His hands slowly move over her body as she dances. He strokes her waist. Then he plays with her boobs.

DIANA

(still grinding)

Um, are you sure you should—

CHRIS

Relax, darling. You're doing so great.

DIANA

But my… my husband.

She detaches herself and gets off his lap.

DIANA

I'm sorry. I love him…

Chris looks disappointed. But he smiles.

CHRIS

That's okay, darling. Don't worry about it.

He stands. It's evident now that his cock is extremely hard in his jeans. Diana's eyes go wide.

DIANA

Oh my gosh…

—

"That's it!" exclaimed Rakesh.

"His dick?" Mrs. Panchad asked. "Yup, it sure is…"

"No, his shirt. The logo, the words—I know where I just saw that!"

—

DIANA

Did I… make that happen?

CHRIS

Sure did, darling. You really know how to give a hot lap-dance.

DIANA

(blushing again)

Oh, um, thank you… It just looks so hard… and uncomfortable for you.

CHRIS

You got me very excited.

DIANA

I feel terrible leaving you like that.

CHRIS

It is really uncomfortable.

A beat. Chris unbuckles his belt, loosens it, and pulls his pants down.

His white briefs are stretched tight from his erection.

CHRIS

Why don't you get on your knees, darling? So I can take one more picture.

—

Rakesh racked his brain, plotting and re-plotting the island's layout from recent memory. He knew he'd come downhill from the peak, then turned eastwards into a thicket of trees that had led him to this clearing.

He looked at his countdown watch—two hours and thirty minutes. Could he afford the ten-odd minutes it would take to clamber back up the hill, and assess the path to his wife? He felt he was a solid navigator; he could trust the path offered up by his fresh memory. He'd go with his gut. He'd wend through the foliage north of the waterfall.

Rakesh was certain that was where the live video was being streamed. He was now sure of the distant text on the largest soundstage building, emblazoned with the gerbera logo: SinStar Productions. The same thing on Chris's shirt.

—

Diana drops to her knees. She gazes up with large eyes.

The profile shot emphasizes the sizable bulge in front of her face.

CHRIS

Go ahead, darling.

The sexy wife bites her lower lip. She looks tentatively at the camera. Then she lowers Chris's briefs over his swollen hard-on.

CHRIS

(breathing heavy)

Oh, fuck.

—

The co-host of the Hotwife Games was beside himself with long-simmering pleasure. He was trying hard to stay in character, but the sight before his waist was quickly short-circuiting his thespian abilities.

Since his first introduction to Diana, he had lusted after the beautiful married slut. Now she was on her knees, looking up at him with a wholly enacted innocence as she let his hard cock bob free.

"What do you want me to do?" Diana asked bashfully. "I didn't mean to make you so hard."

The flirty wife cast another sidelong look at the rolling camera, no doubt for her watching husband's benefit.

The naive act was driving Chris wild. He couldn't wait to fuck Diana. To drive his dick into the naughty hotwife, in front of her unseen, voyeuristic husband. Just the way he had been fantasizing about.

"Why don't you put it in your mouth for me, doll?" he said.

—

Rakesh made up his mind.

He was fairly certain of the route. He'd cut through the copse of cacao trees to the left and make his way downhill. If he correctly recalled the landscape from atop the hill, he'd soon find a wide path to the big studio buildings.

"You… you want me to suck it?"

He'd just started towards the woods, when Diana's voice compelled him to look back at the screen.

—

CHRIS

Yes, Diana. For the calendar, darling… Please. Suck my cock.

DIANA

I guess if it's for the calendar, my husband won't mind.

—

Rakesh stared at his kneeling, about-to-cheat wife on the mounted screen. He watched as Diana bit her lower lip and shot another probing look in the camera's direction—in his direction.

This time there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.

—

Diana wanted Rakesh to know that this was all for his benefit. The game plan was all about getting her man to cum.

She didn't know that her plan was going to work better than expected…

—

Diana curls her fingers around Chris's rock-hard erection. Its bulging head is swollen with pre-cum. It almost hits Diana in the face.

DIANA

Wow. You're so hard for me…

—

Chris shivered. His cock pulsed in Diana's face. Her soft fingers felt exquisite around his shaft.

He'd watched the naughty wife execute one filthy challenge after another, watched her parade around in slutty outfits and satisfy endless men in front of her willing husband. And now she was softly stroking his painfully hard cock.

He'd been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the Games.

—

DIANA

I'm gonna put you in my mouth.

Chris nods, holding his breath. His face is twisted in a tight grimace.

Diana leans forward. Looking up at him, her tongue steals out and licks slowly along his massive, swollen cock-head.

CHRIS

FUCK!

—

It was too much for him. Diana's ridiculously pretty face looking up. The long, multiple-day build-up to finally having her naked in front of him. And the sexy, moist feel of her practiced tongue sluicing over his cock.

Diana's plan to make a man cum was going to work better than expected, all right—only she would be hitting the wrong target.

Chris erupted.

—

Rakesh's mouth dropped open.

"Fuck," Chris yelled out again. An angry geyser of cum volleyed out of his dick.

—

Diana looked up, wide-eyed. Her grip was tight around the hard shaft, her tongue swirling around his head, when the first splash of semen burst, splattering her forehead and going into her hair.

The sexy married woman grinned with surprise. She leaned back as Chris shut his eyes and shot again. This time he creamed her face.

—

Rakesh's cock was hard as he watched his wife take the other man's sudden, surprisingly massive facial.

Over and over on the slightly grainy screen, Chris sprayed Diana's beautiful face. Pent-up geysers of thick white semen bathed the naked slut's cheeks and forehead.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned again. He was in the throes of unexpected, orgiastic bliss.

Diana mewled, extending her tongue and catching the last blasts of cum in her mouth.

The beautiful hotwife may have intoxicated Chris into an unexpected paroxysm, but his sudden cum-shot had the opposite effect on Rakesh. The cuckolded husband snapped out of his reverie.

Since Chris had just ejaculated, he reasoned, they would likely wrap up the cheesy porn shoot swiftly.

He had to go find his wife in the studio building.

He turned to the older woman to his right. What do you say to a sexy, former schoolteacher after she has jerked you off, nearly to completion?

"It was nice to see you, Mrs. Panchad."

He took off through the trees.

Mrs. Panchad chuckled, shrugging off her failed attempt to thwart his quest. She moved over to a slim, maritime pine to one side of the water. A small panel was affixed to the cracked surface of its trunk, with a pinprick of red light blinking. Mrs. Panchad depressed a button.

"He's heading north."

—

Diana roved her extended tongue over her lips and cheeks, sopping up Chris's giant cumshot. It was certainly worthy of a porno, and the beautiful married woman looked every part the hot, soiled porn star with messy semen all over her face.

He groaned, equal parts spent and frustrated at the unforeseen ejaculation.

"I really needed to fuck you," he said. "But you're some kinda fucking… wizard of cum or something."

Diana laughed. She scraped strands of his goo off of her jawline and cheeks, feeding them to herself with her fingers.

"There's still time, you know… " she said innocently. "I can get you hard again before my husband comes to pick me up."

Chris was surprised that she was still in character—and very pleased. Just as his eyes were lighting up at the prospect, a voice sounded out over a mounted speaker.

"He's moved off. Time for phase two, Diana."

Chris groaned. Was he never going to fulfill his deep urge to feel his dick inside Diana?

She smiled as he helped her up from her haunches. A single streak of his spunk still dripped over her forehead; it only enhanced her drop-dead sexiness.

"That's too bad," she said. The red light that indicated they were live-streaming blinkered off. "I wanted you to fuck me, too…"

Nimbly, she stepped off the on-set area and towards Chloe, who was waiting with a warm towel.

"At least he caught the clue," Chloe said.

Diana wiped the last of the co-host's heavy nut from her face. "True. And now we can get ready for the next part. The guests are ready?"

Chloe nodded. Diana grinned at the others.

"I think I know just the thing to make my husband blow his load."

Chapter 17 - Isle of Sirens
Seven beautiful women expertly distract a married man

Rakesh struggled through the narrow spaces between the trees. There was no tangible path carved in the undergrowth. Bushes clustered thickly against the poinciana trees, admitting only thin stabs of sunlight. Rakesh pushed leaves and branches out of his way as he hurried through, thankful for the heavy hiking boots protecting his ankles.

He shot a glance at his countdown watch. Two hours and seventeen minutes of the Final Challenge remained. He felt sure he could find his wife sooner than that, if he could merely intercept Diana in the studio building before she moved away.

Minutes dripped away as the sweating banker huffed his way through the oppressive foliage. He tried to get a glimpse over the tree-line, hoping for a view of the straw-colored soundstage he was sure Diana was inside of. But the surrounding greenery was simply too dense.

As time slipped by, the young financier's former confidence about his navigating started to ebb. He began to panic.

Was he even oriented in the right direction any more? Was he going in circles? Surely the island hadn't looked this large from its uppermost point.

Two hours and sixteen minutes left. Two hours and fifteen. He kept rounding similar bunches of trees.

Then he saw it.

Thepino maritimosuddenly cleared ahead of him, and a glassy structure loomed up into Rakesh's view. Unfortunately, it was not the SinStar building that he'd previously seen.

Instead, the oblong construction had walls that were translucent rather than cream-colored concrete. He approached slowly as he emerged from the trees.

He was looking at the long glass walls of a fully equipped fitness center. Gael's island gym.

The probing banker rounded the one-story structure. Hopefully there was someone inside who could enlighten him on the island's layout. His hope was rapidly affirmed.

There, in the center of the gym floor, drenched in sweat and surrounded by weight-room equipment, stood Gael.

—

BLACK.

TITLE CARD:

III.

Amelia Stotz

in

LITTLE RED RIDING CAR

—

Gael and Amelia Stotz were watching live footage of Rakesh being seduced by his former teacher.

The feed came in from one of dozens of cameras hidden around the island, each one streaming in crisp high-definition to the bank of monitors paneled along the circular wall. Then Amelia laid the hammer down.

"He isn't going to win," she said.

Gael looked away from the screen, and gazed at the show's executive producer.

"Come again?"

"Even if he gets away from Lalina, he isn't going to win," she grinned. "He can't."

The news induced not so much as a flinch from the six others in the room, each at their workstations and intently monitoring the action on several other screens covering the isle. Two technicians toggled and edited the live-stream going out to the audience of hundreds of thousands around the world.

"What do you mean?" Gael said, aghast. He could tell this wasn't the reaction Amelia was expecting. "He has three hours. You told him if he finds Diana and he cums inside her—"

"Too soon for viewer spike," she said into the small microphone. "Cue in 3B. On Diana."

Other technicians toggled some keys. The live footage of Diana's impromptu porn shoot shone up in front of Rakesh and his teacher, jolting Gael.

"Am I in the right place?"came Diana's voice.

Amelia turned back to the handsome movie star.

"Can't have him shoot too early. Viewers wanna root for him," she laughed. "Look, even if there's some lighting-in-a-damn-eyedropperchance he makes it across this ridiculously sexual obstacle course—" she smiled proudly, "and he does not cum,andhe finds his wife—we're not gonna let him finish."

"But—why? I mean, why not? Also, how?"

"We'll throw something in his way. We got a whole room full of people here working on it, with eyes everywhere. We've already communicated to Chloe and the other PA's. Failing all that—Plan C? We tie the guy up."

She laughed. Gael looked a little ill. For some reason, this was all throwing him off course.

"The whole point of the challenge—"

"The point of the challenge is to massively goose our numbers. We've spent afortunedecking out your island. And you know what? It'sworking."

She tipped her head towards a screen full of fast-changing data points and graphs. The colorful graphics were all trending upwards.

"Since we mentioned the triple prize money, we've moved seventeen points over our average—and counting!"

"What you're saying to me," Gael said. "Is that the competition is rigged."

Amelia regarded the chiseled superstar.

"Gael. Wecannotthrow away nearly five million dollars."

"Throw away? They'll have earned it! It's a prize. Besides, I bought a major stake in SinStar. It'smymoney too!"

"You know there's a lot more people depending on this.Andyou know that your career is going to take a fatal hit once word about the Games leaks—so we can't even say you're gonna be good for it."

Gael exhaled in frustration. He turned to the screens relaying the action around the waterfall. He watched Rakesh who, in turn, watched Diana on-screen with Chris.

"I just want him to have a fair fight," Gael said. "It's important…"

Now Amelia studied Gael, joining the little daisy chain of voyeurism.

"Why do you care so much?" she asked, confused. "What—you like the guy now or something?"

Gael looked at his phone.

"I gotta go see my trainer," he mumbled.

—

Gael hopped off the motorized buggy outside the shining glass facade of his gym. A two-seater electric roadster, the open red buggy was something between a golf cart and a tuk-tuk, but outfitted with all-terrain wheels that made traversing the hilly island significantly smooth.

Typically, Gael would use his personalized fitness center every morning when he was situated on Kama'sueh. The estate was his usual writer's retreat between shoots, and the grueling daily workouts were crucial for cranial stimulation.

This time, he entered the gym on a far more urgent mission.

In the spacious weight room, there was one more occupant than he had been expecting. Will was in the middle of training a client.

"Seven… eight… nine… " the muscular black trainer counted down.

A tawny-skinned woman in a sports bra and spandex pants, her hair pinned in a high ponytail, was bent over a workout bench. She was rowing a fifteen-pound dumbbell.

"What, I don't pay you enough?" Gael asked with a grin. "You have to use my island for PT sessions now?"

Will noticed his friend and client, a little surprised. He smiled.

"Shahleen, this is Gael."

The exercising woman lay down the dumbbell and stood to her full height. She was gorgeous. Her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes studded striking South Asian features, framed in long, silky black hair. She was extremely fit, with a narrow waist.

When she stuck out a hand in greeting, Gael couldn't help but notice that she had some of the largest breasts he had ever seen.

"I know who you are," she said in a sexy accent. "I've been waiting to meet you."

They shook hands.

"Shahleen's a client. She's been a fan of the Games since the start—and so's her husband," Will explained with a wink. "She came here to hopefully participate in the final segment, and, well…"

"I want to look fit and hot on camera," Shahleen shrugged. "When I'm naked and getting fucked."

Gael smiled wanly.

"Well, I don't wanna keep you from your session too long. I need a quick word with Will."

Soon the men were talking privately behind a state-of-the-art Smith machine.

"Look, I got your text," Gael said in a low voice. "Thing is… the plan's off."

A long pause. Will gazed off, where, some feet away, Shahleen continued to perform her bent-over rows. He looked back.

"You are rinsing me arse."

"I'm not… rinsing your ass? Is that a real British expression or are you just—it doesn't matter. The plan's off, Will. I'm sorry."

"I flew in from London, mate! Three flights to get here, counting that rinky-dink island-hopper!"

"I'll make it up to you," Gael sighed. "There's been a development."

"You've been planning this for ages. This is revenge, right? Well, you've got her husband hereandyou've got me, the man she had a flippin' affair with. Now we can really humiliate him."

"I don't want—"

"I've been dreaming about getting with Diana again. That woman is actual magic with—"

"The plan is off, Will! Like I said, there's been a development."

The trainer stared at his famous client, surprised.

"I've talked to them, all right?" Gael continued. "Things are different between us. I don't want to humiliate Rakesh."

Will kept staring. Gael's eyes shifted around. Was he hiding something?

Gael repeated his words.

"The plan is off."

"What—you like the guy now or something?"

Gael shot him a look, then stepped out from behind the Smith machine. Both men stopped in their tracks.

Shahleen was flinging her sports bra to the gym floor. The rest of her body was totally naked.

She looked to the men and put her hands on her lips. Her gigantic melons looked delectably inviting.

"I decided not to wait till the final segment," she said. "Let's have a different kind of workout."

—

Rakesh moved around the oblong slab of the gym, peering in as he walked. The afternoon sunlight bounced off its glass walls in yellowy shards, spasmodically obscuring his view. Workout equipment of varied shapes blurred his vantage point of Gael.

But the more glimpses he got of his rival in the center of the weight room, the odder Gael's workout seemed to him.

The ripped multi-hyphenate was shirtless and covered in a film of sweat, sure. But his movements seemed bizarre. His torso jerked rapidly back and forth in his standing position.

Rakesh entered the fitness center. When he saw Gael's ass in all its naked, muscular glory, the situation swiftly clarified itself.

Gael was thrusting inside an incredibly busty beauty, bending on all fours. She, in turn, had her large breasts wrapped around a man's schlong—a similarly muscled hunk laying back on a workout bench. The woman moaned out, her enormous melons bouncing around his cock as Gael pounded her pussy from behind.

Rakesh supposed he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Fuck me hard, boys," the stunner said between moans. She mashed her tits tighter around the prone man's cock. "Use my married tits and pussy!"

Gael spanked her hard. The beautiful woman groaned in pleasure. She looked back at Gael, then released the muscled man's dick from between her breasts. She took him in her mouth.

Rakesh couldn't deny it: it was an arresting, incredibly arousing spectacle to suddenly encounter. As the two muscular men fucked the gorgeous, curvaceous wife from either end, he felt his own cock rising.

The darker-skinned man sat up and took a hold of the woman's long hair in one fist—and Rakesh's eyebrows rose.

"Fuck, you suck a mean 'un," he said in his Croydon inflection.

In an instant, Rakesh recognized both the voice and the face.

It was the fucking trainer Diana had cheated on him with…

"Gael," Rakesh called out. He wasn't loud enough to be heard over the trio's coital groans. Then he added, significantly louder, "Will!"

The fucking stopped. Shahleen slipped Will's big, dark dick from her mouth. Gael stopped driving into her. They all looked over.

"Oh, shit," said the trainer.

"Rakesh!" Gael exclaimed.

The four were frozen in an awkward standoff. Moments passed.

Then, as though he was casually melding friend groups at one of his mansion parties, Gael made some introductions.

"I trust you haven't met my trainer before. Not in person, anyway. Will, Rakesh; Rakesh, Will. And this lovely lady is Shahleen."

Grasping the trainer's girth in one hand, the pretty wife waved at Rakesh with the other.

"Listen. I reckon it don't mean much," Will said slowly. "But, uh, I'm sorry, mate."

Somehow Will's tone hardly sounded sincere. Of course, Rakesh wanted to confront the burly trainer. He wanted to know what he was doing there on the island in the first place. But he didn't have the luxury to dither.

"I'm running out of time," Rakesh said curtly. "Gael, how do I get to the Sinstar Studio building? That's where my wife is. I thought this island was small, but it's taking longer than I thought to get around."

Gael considered for a second. Then he withdrew himself from Shahleen's tight pussy.

The coquettish woman moaned, disappointed. But she shrugged her shoulders and resumed slobbering over Will's meaty slab. He shut his eyes.

"The studio's off towards the bottom of the hill—but it's on the other side of the island."

Rakesh swore. So he had miscalculated after all, and gone in the wrong direction.

"How long will it take me?"

"Maybe twenty minutes," Gael estimated. "And that's if you don't get lost."

Rakesh looked at the timer on his wrist. He had two hours and seven minutes remaining.Shit, he mumbled silently. Twenty minutes was a sizable chunk of it. And what if Diana was no longer there when he arrived?

Gael made a sudden decision.

He leaned over Shahleen's bobbing head and grabbed his discarded shorts. He fished around in the pockets. He drew something out.

Gael flicked a brief glance at the ceiling. Rakesh followed his sightline to a small, mounted black globe.

The Eye in the Sky. One of several cameras covering the action on the isle.

Gael turned so that his back was to the camera. Shielded from its view, he proffered something to Rakesh in a cupped palm.

The movie star whispered, "This will help you get around quickly."

Rakesh took hold of the small object. He looked up at Gael, confused. The star seemed to be hastily mulling something over.

"Look," Gael said, "We'll need to settle it with my producer, Amelia. She needs drama on the stream, and me helping you out is gonna cut down on that."

He glanced back over his shoulder at the mounted lens.

"Look up at the camera. Tell her you need to do this. Say, I dunno—say, 'I have to do this. I'm sorry.' She can use the clip in promos, teaser cuts. Then, when they cut to you in the machine, it'll make for a great show moment."

Rakesh didn't totally understand. But he knew that the sharp metal object Gael had given him was going to slice down his search time significantly. He figured he'd do as he said, and let the actor settle it with his producer.

Rakesh gazed at the ceiling camera.

"I have to do this," he said to the lens. "I'm sorry." He added, "Diana—I'll see you soon."

He smiled at the thought of finding his wife. He looked at Gael, still surprised, and nodded his thanks.

—

Rakesh burst out of the gym's rear doors in a hurry.

He saw it sitting there in the sun like dropped manna. To Rakesh's eyes, it might as well have had a ribbon on it.

He got into the open-air electric roadster and stuck in the key that Gael had given him. The bright red buggy fired to life. He put it in gear, and steered it down the hill.

It moved fast.This was going to save him eons in the scheme of things.Gael had really come through by secretly palming him the key.

As he careened down the verdant hillside, Rakesh wondered—Why?

What, did the guy like him now or something?

—

Amelia's gaze was somehow hawklike and peripheral all at once. The esteemed producer was exceptional at her job, and she kept her focus not only on the feed in front of her eyes, but on the many flickering screens around the control room, beaming in from all over the islet.

Her job was to cut to the most interesting scenes unfolding in real-time for the thousands watching the streaming show at home, while the beleaguered contestant went in search of his wife. With the help of her team, she had command of every camera and screen planted around Kama'sueh.

"Up a little bit. Now to the left. Higher," she ordered. "Stop. There!"

The tech looked up at her.

"Nhhmn?" he said.

It was hard for him to be articulate. His mouth was full of her pussy.

"Yes, yes, there! Don't stop."

Working at the Games was no regular job. Being periodically turned on as they cut between a bunch of extremely attractive people performing the naughtiest challenges on earth was par for the course. So, of course, the producers and technicians frequently helped each other relieve the pent-up tension. On occasion, the control room would break out in a sweaty, naked orgy.

The male tech slobbered his tongue rapidly over her clit. Amelia's focus hardly wavered as she scanned the banks of screens.

Suddenly, her eyes shot wide.

"Stop!" She thrust the tech off of her crotch. "What the hell is that?"

Screen 6B showed a high view of the northern slope. A vehicle was slicing rapidly down the uneven path.

"Zoom in! Zoom in!"

The techs scrambled. Multiple screens switched their points-of-view. Soon they had multiple angles on the roadster as it whisked by lines of leadwoods.

"No… " Amelia intoned, the facts cascading into her brain. "How did he g—"

She knew the answer before she could finish.

"The fuck is Gael playing at?!" she barked angrily.

She clambered up from her chair, adjusting her panties and pulling her skirt back down over her sex.

"We need a diversion,now. Before he finds Diana."

She turned to the digitized island map that spanned a significant length of the wall. Pricks of light blinked and moved across the screened landscape, indicating where every major player in the show was at that exact moment.

She noted the trajectory of Rakesh's buggy. She made some hasty calculations.

"Call Jessica, she's closest. Get her to the Sapphic Gardens. Have a roadblock thrown near Lusty Brook—no, wait, Green Bridge. Quickly! He'll be there in three minutes."

She narrowed her eyes at the screen in front of her. A high aerial followed the open buggy, traveling full-pelt far below. At the vaunted angle, she could scarcely perceive Rakesh's form in the driver's seat—but she could somehow see that his knuckles were clenched on the steering wheel.

"Better hope you take the bait…"

—

Rakesh's gaze clicked towards the watch on his wrist, as, indeed, he white-knuckled the roadster through the tree-flanked pathway.

Just about two hours remained. He was already mentally preparing for the approaching moment where he'd find Diana, for the enormous satisfaction of climaxing in his wife, for the joy of claiming their victory with ample time to burn.

Rakesh turned a sharp corner, rocking in his seat from the bumpy terrain below. Then, through cassia trees, he saw it: the ochre walls of the Sinstar Studios building.

His heart thumped. He floored the accelerator. He was about to be reunited with his wi—

Screeeeech.

The young man's instincts had kicked in and jammed his brakes to the ground.

The rickety roadster jerked him clean out of his seat as it skidded to a rubber-scorching halt. The bumper stopped mere inches from a huge metallic placard obstructing his way.

Rakesh had launched chest-first into the steering wheel. He coughed and swore, his heart racing at a hundred and sixty beats a minute. He was covered in dust and felt a little bruised.

He detached from the car and stepped out. He had stopped right before a stone bridge, just narrow enough to admit the slim buggy. The bridge curved over a deep brook of water that looked to be about fifty yards wide.

The roadblock he'd crashed into bore a sign. It read: 'BRIDGE CLOSED. WILL COLLAPSE UNDER ANY WEIGHT!'

Rakesh stared. He looked around, assessing his options.

The Sinstar building loomed over the trees, so close, just past the brook. The only way there, it seemed, was over the water.

To his right was a narrow pedestrian trail leading into a thick cluster of trees. It was possible there'd be another bridge further upriver.

Of course, he could simply ignore the sign. The bridge certainly looked secure enough. If he abandoned the vehicle and crossed by foot, surely he wouldn't overload it?

He stared at the words as precious seconds ticked down. 'WILL COLLAPSE' had been underlined three times. The entire warning was penned in a messy, hasty scrawl of red paint conveying a graphic urgency.

The letters were shiny. Rakesh reached out and dabbed it with his index finger. His finger came back wet.

Something, Rakesh's gut whispered, was not entirely right with this picture.

He shook his head. He couldn't risk collapsing a bridge and falling into a brook. The entire process would eat up an inordinate amount of time if things went awry. The brook wasn't massive, but he had no idea how deep the water ran.

He reasoned there was enough time to find another path across the river. He tossed the keys back into the roadster.

He jogged swiftly down the small path towards the thicket.

—

Amelia breathed in relief.

"Tell Jessica to get them ready."

—

The dense copse gave way to an opening, and Rakesh was met with a familiar sight.

Chipped green bronze rose up into the sky. It was the dual-bodied statue he'd spotted from the top of the island: three nude women in the Galician style, locked in a torrid embrace.

Rakesh couldn't see the sculpture's base; the statue was elevated in the center of a perimeter of ten-foot hedges. The tall, manicured shrubbery formed an impressive circular wall in front of the naked banker. A small, golden door, clustered in by thick canna leaves, offered a throughway.

Rakesh figured he had little choice at this point. He pushed open the golden door.

The young husband was walled in by shrubbery. Like a corn maze at a county fair, the hedges curved in around him and funneled into what seemed to be a spiraling path circling in towards the statue.

He set off down the winding pathway, hoping it led to some kind of thoroughfare across the brook. Round and round he went in maddening circles, the tropical light tinted green by the towering leaves.

Finally, the leafy maze ended. Fresh afternoon sun slathered Rakesh's face and body like a warm bath. He emerged into a sprawling, idyllic garden.

The sapphic sculpture rose up on a tall bronze base at the garden's center-point. Its lower portion spouted a fountain into a low, wide crystal basin that stretched into a long rectangle around it. Sculpted river gods flanked the pool, along with a variety of Mannerist giochi d'acqua funneling into the clear waters.

Gentle lute strings twanged up around the picturesque scene. Honeyed brugsmansia flowers suffused the air. The scent was intoxicating.

Rakesh felt as though he had walked into a bygone century.

He felt like he'd entered a forbidden Renaissance pleasure garden.

And just to complement the intoxicating effect of the lush grounds… seven beautiful women were frolicking in the pool.

Rakesh sucked in the floral air. The bathing beauties hadn't spotted him. He was rooted. He couldn't help but stare.

The women were dressed in gossamer white bathing suits that gave them the appearance of risqué Elizabethan faeries. They danced slowly to the flowing lute music. They moved in lulling, hypnotic circles, occasionally stopping to rub their bodies against another's perfect physique.

They began to undress each other.

Rakesh's naked cock began to engorge with blood.

His eyes rolled over the sensual, fantastical scene, and he realized that he actually recognized two of the luscious ladies moving in the shallow waters.

Patti, Diana's erstwhile competitor, was teasing the translucent white top off of another beauty as they undulated to the lilting music. Jessica ground her rear against a tall, stunning Asian woman who reached around and worked off the show host's translucent bikini.

A thick, curvaceous brunette moved into a gentle kiss with a drop-dead gorgeous Latina in a paper-thin one-piece. Two other women—an arresting redhead with locks flowing down her back, and a Barbie-doll blonde—pressed against each other under the fountain and kissed.

Although his eyes were glued and his dick was hard, Rakesh had just enough presence to realize he should turn around, and high-tail it to another pathway.

Someone called his name.

"Rakesh," Jessica said, her voice carrying over the baroque tunes. "Hi."

Shit.

Rakesh slowly gave a pathetic wave.

"Sorry," he said rapidly. "I didn't mean to… I'm a little lost."

"No you're not," the beautiful host said, stepping out of the low pool.

The luscious beauty moved towards him. Her Coke-bottle body popped and curved in a tight white one-piece that was dripping wet and teased the outline of her nipples.

Rakesh tried to keep his eyes on her face, while peripherally noticing that all the women were now looking his way.

"You know, the Sapphic Garden is usually reserved just for women…"

And by the looks of it, thought Rakesh, only the most beautiful women he'd seen in his life.

"Right. Yes. I'm leaving. I'm looking for my wife."

Jessica was all the way up to Rakesh by now, and she placed a soft hand on his arm. She leaned forward conspiratorially.

"I can help you find her," she said quietly. Rakesh stared back at the show's co-host, intrigued and a little suspicious. "I know you saw her with my husband. Well, they're moving her somewhere else now. Obviously, I get a lead any time she moves…"

"Where is she going?"

Jessica paused, then merely cast a coy smile back at Rakesh's urgent query.

—

EXTREME CLOSE-UP:

A pale, feminine finger traces down Rakesh's hirsute torso.

—

Jessica remembered how Rakesh had always reacted to the gentle scrape of her fingernail. This time was no exception.

"Why don't we make a little trade?" she offered.

She relished in the fleshy quiver she was eliciting with her touch.

"See, they asked me to stick around in the garden since the challenge started. To welcome some of our female V.I.P.'s. Meanwhile my hubby's off creaming on your Diana's face…"

Her finger started to describe small, slow spirals in Rakesh's belly hairs. The damn digit must have been enchanted, the way, once again, it sent an unfailing electrical current of arousal shivering across the young man's body.

"What kind of trade?" Rakesh asked dubiously.

He unconsciously clocked the timer dwindling downwards. He also perceived, in the soft distance behind Jessica, the seven beauties continuing to fondle and cavort—only now they all looked his way as they carried on.

"How about for, oh, just fifteen minutes or so, you help me get off?"

Rakesh's throat tightened as she she swirled her soft fingertip down to his glans. He hadn't even noticed until now that he was growing remarkably erect.

"You know, Chris probably got balls-deep in your wife after he sprayed her. Meanwhile I'm supposed to stay here with just these ladies for three hours? They're all gorgeous and I love women, but… " she leaned in and let Rakesh imbibe the smell of her floral, damp hair. "Right now I need some dick."

Punctuating her declaration, Jessica dropped her hand downward. She gripped Rakesh's balls. He shuddered. He fought to keep the rocketing adrenaline from eclipsing his reason.

"I don't know, Jess. I have to—"

"Fifteen minutes. And then I'll take you right to Diana. I'll help you win the game and it'll be our dirty little secret." She winked at him. "Besides, you've been aching to fuck me… haven't you?"

Rakesh swallowed. He could hardly deny that fact, evidencing itself further as the statuesque host ran that seductive fingertip up the length of his boner. The deep, inviting look in her eyes, the intoxicating smell of the Mediterranean Angel's Trumpets, the strange allure of this otherworldly garden, from another time and another world… the cumulation was swiftly hazing over Rakesh's senses.

He held up his wrist. One hour and fifty-seven minutes remained. He supposed he could spare fifteen of those, if Jessica was going to lead him straight to Diana after.

Besides, he thought, as she probed him with her eyes and teased him with her finger, it might feel really good to finally fuck her…

Perhaps it wasn't his brain controlling his thoughts any more.

"Okay. And then you'll tell me where Diana is?"

"Scout's honor."

The beauty grinned. She took Rakesh's hand and turned around, revealing that the bathing suit was a racy, backless number that dipped down to the top of her shapely ass.

"Come."

Of course Rakesh should have refused. Of course he should have heeded the cold trickle of doubt navigating down the back of his neck. But Jessica seemed so earnest, so sincere about her intention to steer him in Diana's direction.

And yes, the thought of fucking her was filling his erection with delicious anticipation…

He didn't realize it wasn't Jessica he needed to worry about.

—

SMASH TO BLACK.

TITLE CARD:

IV.

Patti Greenham

in

THE SECRET HARD-ON

—

Patti watched the banker's approach with cool, calculating hunger in her eyes.

Sure, Rakesh wasn't unattractive. As Jessica led him over to the shallow pool where the women danced and kissed, Patti allowed herself to appreciate his trim, tawny body—as well as the protruding erection bobbing before him with each step. It wasn't close to the behemoth pleasure-organ that swung between Gael's legs, or even the obscenely fat cylinder belonging to her husband, but it had an appealing shape and a decent, if below-average, size.

Yet Patti's hunger wasn't based on lust. Dollar signs, five million of them, shone behind her eyes.

The stunner of a hotwife had come so close to beating Diana in the Games. Now that there was a chance to usurp the Vaibhavs' prize, you could be sure she was going to do everything in her power to get it. She'd covertly paid off an assistant on the show for ongoing intel on Rakesh's movements. When she'd gotten a text that he was being diverted to the Sapphic Garden, she made her way over as fast as she could.

Jessica was merely trying to distract the young husband while the producers moved Diana to a new location. Patti's objective was far more serious. If Rakesh climaxed for her before he found his wife, all that prize money would be hers and Karl's.

Rakesh issued a feeble wave at Patti and the other women. Jessica told him to take his shoes off and he swiftly consented—in a hurry to be done with the task of pleasing the co-host, and resuming his quest.

Jessica smiled at the naked financier. She unstrapped her suit and let it fall to the ground.

Holy shit, thought Rakesh. She had to have one of the most ridiculously hot bodies on the planet.

Jess took him by the hand and led him into the still, shallow water. It felt good around his legs, crystal-clear and warmed by the afternoon sun.

Inside, Rakesh felt himself bubble with nervous energy and exhilaration. He was suddenly waist-deep in a pool populated by a bevy of the most beautiful women he'd ever encountered in his life.

The big-breasted co-host sat herself on the marble ledge in front of him and spread her legs.

"Eat my pussy," Jessica said.

The six other supermodels slowly circled around the naked husband, awaiting his performance with lusty, eager eyes. Rakesh couldn't decide if he was living every man's fantasy, or ensconced in a pressurized nightmare.

He leaned forward and gently licked the folds of Jess's shaved vagina.

"Mmmm," she moaned. She curled a hand into his hair and savored the wet, gliding sensation of his tongue.

Rakesh gradually increased his oral ministrations. Jessica tasted delicious, and her body responded zealously to the rising pace of his pussy-eating. Rakesh tried to keep a major part of his mind on the task of getting her off as quickly as possible.

He couldn't see her opening her eyes as she writhed in pleasure. She cast a knowing glance at the sexy women clustering about them. She nodded.

All around the oralizing husband, the six other beauties began to shed their white bathing outfits. In a matter of seconds, the unwitting man was surrounded by a cluster of utterly stunning, naked sex-kittens.

Jessica smiled. If anything was going to take Rakesh's mind off of finding Diana, this harem of goddesses would be it.

Patti grinned too. Without knowing it, the other women would be perfect allies. She'd let them prime the pump—all she had to do was time it perfectly and make Rakesh shoot inside her.

He jumped when the first hand made contact.

"Whh—" he started, his lips dripping with Jessica's sweet juices.

His eyes dilated as he took in the naked sensuality swirling around him. More hands joined the first on his skin. A half-dozen ethereally gorgeous women moved their soft hands over his back and torso. They smiled at him with lust-laden grins, their sexy eyes shining.

"Wait, wait—" Rakesh began, as the hands swept over his ass and thighs. "I only said I'd get Jessica off. This—"

"—will make me cum so fast," the co-host teased. "An orgy's so hot, isn't it? Don't act like you aren't going to love this…"

Rakesh looked around him and his heart thumped. Beautiful, angular faces with plump lips and pretty eyes looked temptingly at him—a cornucopia of arresting beauty of the kind you'd expect to see in glamour magazine pages or on billboards. Only now, the striking vision was in the flesh.

Their stunning bodies were dripping and naked all around him. Suddenly a soft hand stole down his ass-crack, and Rakesh felt his cock lurch underwater.

His dick sent a message up to his brain: Come on, Diana is off having her fun. You can enjoy a few minutes with the most beautiful women on earth…

Before he could decide whether to heed or reject his cock's proposition, Jessica grasped the back of his scalp. She lowered him back into her soaking pussy.

Rakesh licked at her snatch with a renewed vigor.

Paulina, the Latina with alluring, feline eyes, reached around his waist and gently grasped his hardening member. Alexa, the zaftig brunette, pressed her full, thick body into his side and rubbed her breasts on him. Lisa, the luscious blonde with movie-star features, gently stroked and cupped his ass cheeks.

It was proving to be a scorching sensory overload. Beautiful women had their hands and bodies all over him. He could hardly tell whose was whose, as Paulina stroked his rock-hard cock.

Fortunately, Patti responded to his enthusiastic cunnilingus with louder and louder moans. Rakesh twisted and flicked his tongue rapidly on her pulsing clit, confident he could bring her off before the sexy septet could pleasure him any further.

Patti had other ideas.

She angled around the writhing mass of shapely nude bodies, wedging her curvaceous form through two of the women. She leaned in and ran her wet tongue over Rakesh's cheek as he ate out Jessica.

He looked over with a mouth full of quim, surprised, at the ravishing face now inches from his own.

"I think it's time you really please her," Patti said in a solicitous purr. "I think she needs that nice hard dick."

Jessica agreed enthusiastically, and Rakesh pried himself up from between her legs. The women continued to paw and grope at his naked body, the others' hands now swapping with the redheaded Ava and the tall Asian beauty named Cari.

Jessica had precise ideas about what she wanted. She turned around, dropping her feet down onto the pool floor. She bent over and stuck her curvy, sculpted round ass high in the air.

"Fuck me hard."

Rakesh felt his heart and cock throb. He stood and positioned himself behind the shapely beauty. The other women moved around him, their hands and bodies caressing and nudging him into taking the sexy, married tart from behind.

Rakesh had masturbated innumerable times to the thought of fucking the bodacious host of The Hotwife Games. But he had never imagined it would go down like this.

Lisa curled her thin, soft fingers around his shaft. She smiled lustily at Rakesh, pushing her breasts together between her arms. She moved in towards him until her pretty lips were an inch away from his ear.

"She needs your cock," Lisa whispered.

Rakesh groaned out from the bottom of his gut as she guided him forward. The other stunning women only redoubled their collective explorations of his body.

Patti leaned over and licked his cock, looking up at him as she did so. On the other side, Paulina bent down and slathered his engorged meat with her tongue. Rakesh felt his knees go weak as the two supermodels double-teamed his hard dick with their mouths.

As they both detached, he pushed forward into Jessica's quivering pussy and shut his eyes.

I've got to make her cum quickly, he thought.

Patti had a devilish glint in one eye as she watched the young man begin thrusting inside the curvaceous co-host.

She moved behind him. She squatted down in the low waters.

She'd been watching her competition throughout the racy game-show—watching them a lot closer than they thought. She noticed and catalogued all of Rakesh's clearest proclivities and kinks. She'd watched how he reacted to Diana performing certain moves on other men. She knew just what to do to bring him right to the brink of cumming.

But she'd have to be careful. She had to precisely time it, so that as soon as Rakesh began to cum, she could quickly switch places and be the recipient of his climax in her pussy or her mouth. After all, there was nothing in the rules about usurping his load. But if she messed up the timing, her efforts would all be for moot.

Rakesh was beside himself as he ploughed into the busty brunette. Jessica's tight canal was soaking wet around his cock, and he took long, slow breaths while he drove repeatedly into her. The big-breasted wife moaned with each long thrust.

The pleasure threatened to overwhelm Rakesh. Lisa began to kiss him passionately, and he felt Paulina's hands course down his torso to stroke his laden balls. He shut his eyes and focused on getting Jess off.

Patti's fingernail made him gasp.

Gently, the ravishing brunette model edged a fingertip between his thrusting ass-cheeks. She slowly teased and tickled Rakesh's asshole while he fucked Jessica.

"Shit—" he muttered, before Lisa grabbed his face and snaked her tongue into his mouth again.

"Fuck me—harder! Harder!" Jessica pronounced. She looked back at the copulating husband and pushed her ass into him, driving his rod deep. She heard him moan into the luscious blonde's mouth.

He must be close…

Patti grinned at the thought, watching Rakesh's balls bounce in front of her, his cock plunging into Jessica's torrid sex and Paulina's fingernails scratching over his sac. She gently pushed the soft tip of her own finger deeper into his tight anus, prompting an elongated groan.

Her pussy was gushing under the warm, shallow water. It was true she had an agenda that the other women were unwittingly helping her accomplish. But, her game-plan aside, there was something so hot about the scenario—a bevy of supermodels, all ganging up to drive a single man insane with pleasure.

She reached down and played with her clit.

Rakesh groaned as Paulina turned his face towards her. The heartbreakingly pretty Latina smiled, then took her turn making out with the pleasure-racked husband.

Make Jessica cum, make Jessica cum, make Jessica—

Rakesh's mental chatter vaporized in the haze of pleasure descending over him.

He felt female hands on his ass, his balls, his back. He felt a hot finger toying with his asshole. He felt the tight, sodden grip of Jessica's pussy and her soft ass cheeks bouncing into him. Everywhere he looked he saw earth-shatteringly beautiful women, their lust-soaked faces driven by an urge to please him to the brink.

Make Jessica c—

Patti withdrew her finger from his ass, grinned, and licked her full lips.

Then she spread his cheeks, leaned in, and licked Rakesh's asshole.

Rakesh almost blew.

"FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!" he screamed out, so loud the chirruping birds in the garden fell into silence.

The pleasure was unreal as Patti lapped hungrily at his balloon-knot and Jess's pussy clamped around him.

"Fuckfuckfuck—"

Rakesh sucked air and stopped thrusting. He tried everything he could to stop himself from ejaculating inside the gorgeous woman. Patti's tongue swirled desperately inside his ass.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Jessica moaned, pushing back into his thrusting dick. "Fuck my pussy. Come on…"

Rakesh breathed rapidly into his belly. Lisa played with his balls while Paulina sucked on his neck. Patti tongue-lashed his anus. Pleasure bombarded his body from all sides, threatening to swallow him whole.

Maybe he should just cum… Just release this torrent of burning sperm and have the most intense orgasm of his life…

A face flashed into his mind.

Diana.

He grasped Patti's head and pulled her back from his soaking butthole. He wailed out and whisked his cock out of Jessica.

Patti sensed his overwhelming closeness and leapt into action.

She looked knowingly towards Cari. The beautiful Asian knew what the signal meant; they had planned this before Rakesh's arrival.

In a flash, the two stunners stood and lined themselves up to either side of Jessica. They bent over.

Rakesh opened his eyes and saw an unearthly vision. Three outlandishly gorgeous creatures were bent in front of him. Their perfect, naked asses stuck invitingly up in the air, three wet pussies beckoning him to fuck.

Slowly, Patti and Cari swayed their delicious rumps in his direction. Patti looked back at him and batted her long, pretty eyelashes.

"Aren't you gonna fuck our pussies too?" she asked.

Rakesh felt his pulse thud in every extremity of his body. He felt the soft hands of Lisa and now Alexa, the kissing lips of Paulina, and Ava's hot young body squeezing up against his. His dick shook in the warm air of the paradisiacal garden, turgid with anticipation.

The small logical voice in his brain told him to cut bait and insist that he'd done his part, that it was time for Jessica to tell him where Diana was.

The three women glanced back and locked eyes with him. Cari waggled her obscenely sexy ass in the air.

"Pleeeease fuck us," she begged.

He glanced at the clock on his wrist. He looked at his steel-hard dick. It seemed to speak to him. It asked Rakesh when he'd next have the chance to fuck this many ridiculously hot women, all at once.

Well, there was still time on the clock…

Dick—1. Logic—0.

Rakesh pushed his cock into Cari's wet pussy.

The sexy Asian moaned out in pleasure as he buried his root home. Rakesh grabbed her ass and thrusted in and out of her. The excited husband breathed deeply, relishing the torrid, wet grip of her cunt.

Okay, okay, his logical brain compromised, Ten strokes and you move on.

He felt Ava get behind him and grind her sweet young body onto his. He realized that his left brain was onto something. The fantastical erotic pleasures of the moment would overwhelm him if he wasn't careful, and he had to save his load for Diana.

Rakesh completed ten slow, deep strokes inside the beautiful model's pussy, making her moan his name. He pulled out. He moved to the right, back behind Jessica's raised ass-cheeks. He entered her.

Fuck, Jess's pussy felt incredible.

The busty host murmured her approval as Rakesh slowly slid back inside her. He took hold of her narrow hips and savored her juicy feel as he pushed his cock in.

Alexa kissed him deeply.

Eight—seven—six—He counted each slow stroke in Jessica's tight folds. His hands reached out instinctively and cupped the asses of the other women bent over on either side of her. They wiggled their butts as he squeezed them.

He finished ten strokes and pulled out. He moved to Patti's honed, tight ass. The curvy brunette smiled sweetly, and pushed her rear high in the air.

"Take me, Rakesh," she breathed.

Two of the other beauties, Ava and Alexa, had now moved onto the manicured grass near the rim of the pool. Alexa lay back on the lawn and let the redhead crawl down between her legs.

As Ava ate the thick supermodel's pussy, both women looked at Rakesh with hooded, lust-clouded eyes.

He groaned and glanced down at Patti. She could tell that his balls were full of sweet, thick cum. She could tell that the scorching hot eroticism of the situation was about to overwhelm him. She had Rakesh right where she wanted him.

Gently, Patti swayed her perfect rump back-and-forth in the front of his hard, wobbling erection.

"You've thought about this, haven't you? About fucking me?"

She batted her long, pretty lashes. She heard his low, guttural growl as she looked back at him.

"Have you stroked your cock thinking of me? You have, haven't you?"

She was a vision of dazzling beauty, naked and arched in the dappled sunlight. Rakesh gripped the base of his cock. He eased forward.

"You saw me be a slut for all those men," Patti teased. "Saw me take their cum on my pretty face, on my big boobs… and you thought about spraying me too… didn't you?"

Rakesh couldn't formulate a verbal response. His hands did the talking for him, involuntarily reaching out and pawing the shapely globes of her upturned ass.

Lisa and Paulina, on either side of the aroused husband, unknowingly assisted the married slut by stroking their soft bodies and hands all over Rakesh's nude flesh.

"We all watched your wife cheat on you," Patti kept teasing whilst Rakesh hungrily groped her ass. "You watched Diana take cock after cock… like a hungry whore…"

He groaned, a fiery heat bubbling in his groin.

Lisa reached down behind him. The pretty blonde soothingly stroked his balls.

"I think you should get some pleasure too, don't you?"

Patti pressed her face down into the grass. With her rump high in the air, she rotated her ass tantalizingly. Her juicy pussy lips shone irresistibly, an inch from the wet, angry head of Rakesh's cock.

"Fuck me now," Patti demanded.

Rakesh thrust his hard meat into the gorgeous woman.

The duo roared out so loud that the sound echoed off the cypresses. Patti's pussy was heavenly. Rakesh was so hard, and excited, that she felt him penetrate her far deeper than she'd thought his cock was capable.

The logical voice in Rakesh's head plummeted to silence. He began to fuck her hard and fast. Far more than ten strokes elapsed.

The full, unfathomably erotic reality of the moment clicked into sharp relief. He was in the midst of fucking seven unbelievably sexy women. He was the focal point of their lust, the masculine nucleus at the center of their carnal femininity.

It sent a rush of testosterone coursing through his body. Rakesh felt hot. Desired. Consummately manly.

He reached to the side and pulled Paulina in towards him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Patti cried, over and over.

She felt the horny banker's strokes bolden, growing stronger and harder. Damn, she thought gladly, Rakesh is fucking my brains out!

The naughty agenda was still percolating in her brain, but she felt her body abandon herself to the man taking her from behind. Her own orgasm started its ascent.

Rakesh made out passionately with the hot Latina to his right as he vigorously thrusted. He squeezed and toyed with Paulina's beautiful butt, embracing Lisa's perfect body on his other side.

His hips continued to work with a fiery sensuality inside Patti. She moaned his name, louder and louder. He slowed his movement, determined to keep the rampant pleasure from overtaking him.

When he detached from his torrid kiss with Paulina, he saw that Cari had moved to Patti's other side. She was on her back next to her, and kissing Patti deeply on the lips.

Rakesh growled lustily at the sight. Cari thrilled at how primal the young man seemed. Her gorgeous Asian features spread into a licentious grin. She spread her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy to Rakesh fully. She played with it.

"Fuck," the rutting husband exclaimed.

Time disappeared. Everything outside the hot, sweaty locus of their eight naked, writhing bodies was rendered moot. The intoxicating odor of honeysuckle suffused Rakesh's senses like hemlock, and he felt waves of pleasure blast through his body like he'd never felt before.

His hands reached down, puppeted by some unseen force. One slid down the crevasse of Jessica's ass, poised in the air to the left of Patti. The other moved between Cari's toned thighs and onto her exposed sex.

Rakesh began to finger their two dripping pussies while he fucked Patti harder.

A chorus of pleasured groans rose up in the garden. Alexa enjoyed the delectable orgy unfolding before her while Ava ate her out. Lisa and Paulina had begun to make out, fondling each other's naked clits in the shallow water near Rakesh. And the other three women moaned lengthily from the stimulation of the banker's eager fingers and thrusting cock.

There was no mistaking it. Thunder was gathering…

Patti heard Rakesh moan into Paulina's mouth behind her. She felt his shaft throb intensely inside her as he swung his hips fast.

The curvy beauty queen had been with a lot of men—scores before she was married and even more after—and she knew all the signs. She was also an expert at coaxing the cum out of their balls.

Patti slowed the rocking motion of her hips. She felt Rakesh respond behind her, groaning as he finger-fucked the other ladies.

With delicious, focused intention, Patti began to corkscrew her hips back into her thrusting lover. Simultaneously, she slowly pulsed and clamped her pussy walls around Rakesh's cock.

Holy shit! Rakesh had to detach his lips from Lisa's hot mouth. He roared out loud.

It felt like Patti's pussy was milking his cock from the base to the tip. He had never felt anything like it in his life.

"Oh shit! Oh shit—" he moaned, his voice unrecognizable.

The pleasure was ethereal, spreading like a cast net from his hyper-stimulated cockhead, all the way to the tips of his toes.

Patti groaned her own arousal, never letting up as she ground back into Rakesh and worked her pussy like a glove.

He's close.

And so are my five million dollars…

Rakesh's breaths ran short. He felt himself begin to cede all control. Eight moaning, hot bodies undulated, and the erotic thunderclouds thickened.

A colossal, collective climax was building around them, threatening to crash like a towering tsunami. With each juicy contraction of Patti's irresistible pussy, Rakesh felt himself drawn into the sensorial wave. In seconds, he'd be past the point of no return…

Paulina set off the cascade of cumming.

Her cunt clamped around Lisa's fingers and she wailed ecstatically. Lisa quickly joined with her own climax. Alexa pressed Ava's face into her snatch. She threw her head back and began to squirt onto the petite redhead's slurping tongue.

Cari looked up at Rakesh's perspiring face. Her supermodel features coiled into a grimace of unspeakable pleasure at Rakesh's hooked finger massaging her G-spot. She, too, began to cum.

Patti squeezed her pussy, relaxed it, squeezed it, relaxed it…

She looked back with pure heat in her eyes. She felt the torrent building in Rakesh's balls. It set off her own orgasm, and her vagina milked him tighter.

Rakesh moaned like a torture victim. He felt his body lose control. He was the last domino standing in this orgasmic rally, and he couldn't hold back much longer…

Jessica elected to dial up the temptation. She slid off of Rakesh's probing index finger. She got off all fours and brought her face up to Patti's ass. She grasped the rippling flesh as Rakesh drove into her. She spread the beauty queen's cheeks wide.

"Fuck her hard," she said, looking up at the tormented husband. "Do what you know you want to…"

She leant over Patti's ass, keeping her gorgeous brown eyes locked onto Rakesh's. She extended her tongue and slowly circled the tip around Patti's asshole.

"FUCK!" Rakesh roared out. It was one of the hottest, naughtiest moments of his life. His balls drew up into his taint, readying for release.

Jess took a slow, deep, delicious lick of Patti's pretty little anus. The busty wife quivered and moaned. Then, Jess's eyes still on Rakesh, she took a gentle hold of his left wrist. She sucked the index finger, tasting her own juices. She placed the tip at the entrance to Patti's puckered asshole and slid it in.

Everyone groaned out. The other women, basking in their orgasmic after-glow, watched with hooded eyes.

"Yessss… " Patti intoned. Pussy rippling. Ass spread in invitation. "Fuck my ass… and cum for me… finger my slut fucking asshole and shoot your cum…"

She wriggled backwards, filled and fucked by both Rakesh's finger and cock.

"Cum inside me… I want it… I need it…"

"Ohhh fuck," he groaned out. "I'm—I'm gonna—"

And if it hadn't been for Jessica redirecting his finger, everything would have been over.

His wrist was angled in towards Patti's ass—and his eyes snapped towards his countdown watch.

The naked financier nearly jumped.

Only an hour and seventeen minutes left!

The intoxicating garden and its stunning inhabitants had stripped all sense of time from him. Somehow well over forty minutes had dipped away while the seven nymphettes pleasured and fucked him.

Before he could react, he felt a heat behind him. As Patti's juicy twat milked and pulsated on his hard cock, Paulina dropped down behind him. She licked wetly over his balls, then dragged her naughty tongue over his taint and up in between his ass cheeks. The slutty Latina started to eat his asshole.

"Wait, wait!" Rakesh cried out. The overwhelming pleasure burst like fireworks in his ass and cock. "Stop—wait—I—"

The women didn't hear him over Patti's loud moans. To the contrary, Alexa and Lisa were now pressing their naked bodies onto his, showering his neck and face with hot, sloppy kisses.

"Wait!" he moaned, detaching from Alexa's lips. He was about to unload in Patti's hungry cunt. He had to take charge.

He pulled Paulina out from behind him. He gently wrestled away from the women writhing against his sides. And most challengingly, he withdrew his shaft from Patti's firmly gripping vagina.

"What are you—"

Jessica couldn't even finish the question. Rakesh rushed out of the pool. His cock was wet, and aching.

"Thank you," he mumbled incoherently.

He grabbed his scattered shoes and bolted off in the opposite direction from which he had come.

Chapter 18 - Another Day at the Office
His wife, his co-workers, and a video camera

"Shit!"

Screens around the control room were quickly toggling camera views. A comical sight swept across the bay of monitors: a naked man, hiking boots in hand, running full-pelt with a hard, wet erection.

Amelia swore a second time.

"Thought the Garden was a surefire spooge," muttered a tech, his eyes tracking the running financier as he escaped the bounds of the Sapphic Garden.

"We need to get him," Amelia exclaimed. "Stat!"

"Although," another technician offered, "Drawing it out is doing pretty damn good for the stream…"

"We're getting a Z-spike," nodded another.

Amelia considered this. She watched Rakesh rush into the grand villa that bordered the other side of the garden.

"What's his projected trajectory?"

"Unless he turns sharp, he's gonna be at the stages soon."

"Hmmph." Amelia paused. She tapped her chin with the base of her Lamy ink-tip. "Let's re-route him…"

She clicked a button next to a microphone.

"Tell Diana we're ready for her."

—

Rakesh pelted through the grand, Belle Epoque villa that anchored one side of the Sapphic Gardens. It was hard to tell, at this point, what structures had always belonged to Gael's mysterious island, and which features were novel additions brought in for the Hotwife Games.

He had to pause outside the rococo building to lace up his shoes again. He caught his breath gradually, taking stock of his current predicament.

He had barely escaped the sexual wiles of seven beautiful sirens. His dick was only now softening after he had almost lost the whole competition in the throes of every straight man's wildest fantasy. His time was draining rapidly—his watch now showed merely an hour and fifteen minutes remaining.

He'd burned over forty minutes in that damn garden!

He hoped, against dwindling odds, that Diana was still at the Sinstar soundstages…

Fortunately, he could see the boxy brown silhouettes of the buildings rising over the breadfruit trees ahead of him. Blessedly, his navigational instincts had been correct.

Rakesh rushed down a tiny cobblestone path curving through the trees. He hurried through the greenish light cast by their canopy. Then he emerged at the front gate of a scaled-down studio lot.

Bold metallic lettering announced:Sinstar Productions.

With a jolt, Rakesh noticed a small crowd milling out of the front entrance. He jerked back behind a tree.

Members of the V.I.P. audience spilled out, excitedly chatting. They were in varied states of undress, and some of them had their hands around each other's bodies.

Had they been watching Diana and Chris in action, wondered Rakesh,and gotten all riled up?

As they cleared off, he rushed out of his hiding spot. He sped into the building.

He scanned the capacious lobby. Empty. Armchairs dotted the carpeted floor and narrow hallways sprouted off in a variety of directions. Which one would lead to the set he had seen on the screen?

Then his eyes caught the colossal flat-screen on the wall. The monitor was on, and it was broadcasting live.

Rakesh did a double-take. He moved closer.

He blinked in disbelief.

The sight on the screen was confounding.

—

INT. BANKING OFFICE—DAY

Three suited MEN sit around a large oak desk. They are engaged in a spirited discussion about a particular leverage finance strategy.

Two of the men sit to one side. The other occupies the swivel chair behind the desk.

—

Rakesh stepped closer still.

This wasn't some arbitrary assemblage of professionals in a conference room.

Rakesh knew all three of these men. And he knew them well.

They were his co-workers.

His best friend at his office and former cubicle-mate, Ray, sat to one side. Gavin, a rather vicious work rival from KraftBank's enterprise services department, sat beside Ray. And at the other end of the desk was Rakesh's direct boss, Mr. Kesar Malavi.

It looked like a verité glimpse into a regular day of work at Rakesh's office…

But why was it being broadcast here, at the Hotwife Games?

The hell was going on?

Then, on screen, the door to the room opened up.

—

INT. BANKING OFFICE—DAY

DIANA enters.

—

Rakesh balked.

He supposed he should have been expecting her. But, as usual, his wife seemed to always find a way to surprise him. And he sure hadn't been expecting what she was wearing.

Diana looked ravishing. A tiny black pinstripe micro-skirt clung to the tops of her shapely thighs. She had on see-through black stockings that went all the way up her legs, high heels, and a pair of sexy, black-rimmed glasses that hung low on her nose. Her hair was pinned up in a neat, professional bun.

Yet there was one thing decidedly unprofessional about the whole ensemble.

Diana's "secretary" look was capped off by a pinstripe business jacket buttoned tightly at her belly button—and nothing underneath. The swells of her breasts pushed tightly together, forming fully visible arcs of cleavage that looked naughty and tempting.

Rakesh's colleagues ceased their busy parlay and looked over, their jaws dropping on-screen as far as Rakesh's had. Clearly, the outfit was a surprise to them too.

—

DIANA

"Hi, everyone. Sorry we're running late."

RAY

"Um, hi. Are—"

DIANA

"I'm the new KraftBank secretary. Diana."

She shoots a naughty look in the direction of the lens.

—

Rakesh reacted again to the sound of his wife's real name.

Diana really did know just how to tickle her husband's reptilian imagination. His memory flashed to a specific evening, many months ago. He had shown her an online porno about a naughty new secretary entering an office room occupied by three men. She had jerked him off over her tits as they enjoyed the hot fantasy.

Now, everything from the layout of the unfolding scene to Diana's provocative clothes seemed to be an exact replica of the pornographic video.

Only in this case, the other participants were Rakesh'sactual, real-life co-workers.

He didn't know how he felt about them seeing her like this…

His heart began to race.

There was something else, of course; something that Rakesh had clocked instantly but was only just starting to rise fully into the awareness of his conscious mind…

—

Diana moves around the wide desk. She feels the stares of the three financiers, unable to tear their eyes from her shapely, stockinged legs and perfect ass.

DIANA

"So unfortunately, he's running late. But he said I should set you three up. I—oh, gosh!"

She looks down, feigning surprise at the fact there there is no shirt underneath her tightly pinned blazer.

DIANA

"Oh, no."

(pouts)

"I forgot to put on my top. I was in such a rush… My apologies, gentlemen."

The men watch as Diana moves to the wall of shelves behind the desk. She bends over to select from the folders lining the bottom shelf.

DIANA

"Now, he has the fourth-quarter figures here somewhere…"

The hem of Diana's short skirt rides high, exposing the bottom of her ass. She's wearing a tiny black thong.

The men ogle shamelessly.

Diana finds the folder and rises up.

MR. KESAR

"Well, I hope he won't mind me sitting in his chair while we wait. There were only three chairs."

DIANA

(laughs)

"I'm sure he won't. Besides, you can probably sit wherever you want."

She winks and Kesar laughs knowingly.

MR. KESAR

"True. After all, I am Rakesh's boss."

—

Kesar's words confirmed what Rakesh had already registered, staring intently at the screen.

Everything about the pristine office space was familiar—and intensely so. Down to every last detail, this wasRakesh'soffice.

A precise facsimile of the room in which he went to work, every weekday.

And his wife was about to stage a porno in it.

—

DIANA

"You sure are."

She smiles. She leans far over as she deposits the files on the desk. The men's eyes move to her expansive cleavage.

Ray visibly gulps. Her breasts are almost totally exposed inside the open blazer.

The men look captivated as Diana makes a meal of adjusting and arranging the files. Then—

Pop!

Her blazer button snaps open from the strain.

DIANA

"Oh my gosh!"

—

Rakesh watched with grim resignation as his wife's nipples came into view on the crisp live-stream.

He was still stricken by the participation of his real-life boss and co-workers, whom the Games had obviously flown in just for the occasion. He was doubtlessly aroused by his wife parading her hot body for them—even as she now feigned embarrassment and reached up to cover her naked bosom.

But most of all, he suddenly had an acute sense ofexactlywhere the fast-heating scene was taking place. He turned around, engaging his senses of distance, memory, and timing.

One thing was for certain: His naughty wife was no longer on this soundstage.

—

DIANA

"I'm so embarrassed!"

She swiftly buttons the blazer again, which does little to conceal her perky boobs. The men ad-lib reassurances. All three are clearly excited.

DIANA

(flustered)

"Um, why don't I get out of here? I'm sure Rakesh'll be in soon—"

MR. KESAR

"No, please, Diana. Stay."

GAVIN

"Yeah, you can, uh—help us understand how Rakesh organizes his files."

Ray and Kesar nod enthusiastically.

DIANA

"Oh, sure. I suppose I can do that."

Diana smiles.

MR. KESAR

"Come and sit, so you can show us all the figures."

He pushes his chair back from the desk. He smiles invitingly.

DIANA

"Um, sit where? There are no more chairs."

MR. KESAR

(taps his lap)

"Sit right here. You'll be close to the desk and we can all, uh, get a better look."

Diana hesitates, then—

DIANA

"Sure. That makes sense."

The buxom "secretary" walks over in her heels and sits in the boss's lap. She opens the gray folder and pores over the pages within.

DIANA

"So, in the second quarter there were three separate leveraged buyouts…"

She continues to ad-lib finance stats as the SHOT rotates to a profile.

DIANA

"… which means the recapitalization requirements are pretty high for Q3…"

Mr. Kesar is clearly having a reaction to the luscious beauty on his lap. He adjusts himself, prompting Diana to grind back into him. The net effect of these movements is her tight skirt riding further up her legs.

Mr. Kesar shuts his eyes in pleasure as she keeps grinding.

DIANA

"Obviously, the investors are aiming at a strong EBIT for a high speculative grade…"

Soon Diana's skirt is bunched up around her hips and her nearly naked ass presses into Kesar's erection.

The balding man shudders at the sensation. He seems close to losing control at the slutty secretary's gyrating motions. Mercifully, Gavin chimes in.

GAVIN

"Actually, Diana, my numbers say something pretty different."

He holds up his phone. It's a little far for Diana to see, so she stands and bends over the desk.

With her skirt bunched around her waist, her black thong and perfect ass are right in Mr. Kesar's face. Her large, half-exposed tits, meanwhile, hang down in front of the other men as she reads off Gavin's phone.

DIANA

"Hmm. That is odd. I wonder if the issuance was calculated for mezzanine debt?"

The position causes Diana's jacket button to pop open once again.

—

Rakesh watched in jealousy and awe as his wife—playing the role of a naughty, cockteasing secretary—teased his co-workers with her eye-popping curves.

He was too distracted to even roll his eyes at the nonsense she was spewing as financial jargon.

Her tits had come into view again, but this time she didn't bother covering back up.

—

DIANA

"Oops."

She giggles, then sits back down on Mr. Kesar's lap. Her tight jacket pulls open around her breasts, exposing her hard areolas.

—

Rakesh didn't have to watch more. In some depraved way, he wanted to, but he knew he didn't have the time.

An hour and eleven minutes remained on his countdown watch. If he was gauging things right, the place Diana was live-streaming this from was a rough jaunt uphill, not too far from where he was now. Moreover, once he was high enough up the hill, the edifice would stick out on the landscape like a sore thumb.

Finally, Rakesh understood the import of his office building being replicated on the hilly isle. He burst out of doors, beelining for the KraftBank tower.

—

DIANA

"So, as I was saying—the numbers reflected by the quarterly grade don't show major equity range…"

Rakesh's co-workers openly ogle Diana's naked boobs. His boss grounds his full boner between her naked ass-cheeks.

DIANA

"The main thing about the leveraged debt is… um, sorry, what is that?"

MR. KESAR

"What's what?"

Diana brings her butt back into the older man's lap.

DIANA

"That. In your pants."

MR. KESAR

"Ah. Well, uh…"

The hot "secretary" looks over her shoulder.

DIANA

"Are you… hard? Did I cause that?"

MR. KESAR

"Well, yes, you did, Diana."

DIANA

"Mr. Kesar! This is a professional workplace."

The executive simply stares back at the woman saying this, her breasts exposed and skirt hiked high over her thong. Diana's voice remains innocent.

DIANA

"I'm sure being that hard is very distracting when there's so much work to do."

MR. KESAR

"It… is, yes."

She rises off his lap. She slowly slides off her jacket. She's topless. She shimmies her skirt to the ground.

Now she wears only black high heels, black stockings, and a lacy black thong. The men gawk at Rakesh's stunning wife.

DIANA

"Well, as the new secretary, it's my job to make sure you're never distracted from work…"

She licks her lips. She shrugs.

DIANA

"I have to do my job."

Gavin rises behind her, displaying his own erection straining his trousers.

GAVIN

"Y'know, you've made me pretty hard as well."

Ray stands too.

RAY

"That makes three of us."

—

Rakesh raced up a dirt path, his hiking boots kicking up whorls of dust. He just needed to get high enough to have a clear view of the tall KraftBank building, and he'd know for sure if he needed to hang a right or a left at the next clearing.

He ascended the steep slope, pushing through brambles and making sure to shield his naked crotch. Rakesh felt the minutes tick by, working his quadriceps as he clambered uphill.

Finally, he saw a pool of sunlight through some date palms and alighted onto an escarpment. He was definitely high enough now to have a clear view of the office tower.

Only… it was nowhere to be seen.

He pinwheeled around. He scanned his eyes over his vaunted view—and then he saw it. The crown of the KraftBank building twinkled dully over faraway trees. It was all the way across the verdant hillside, on theopposite sideof the islet.

He'd miscalculated altogether. He climbed the wrong side of the island. He groaned in frustration.

He looked at his cascading wristwatch. An hour and five minutes remained. Then he glanced upwards and saw a large screen mounted, tauntingly, on a high palm tree.

—

Diana is on her knees in front of Rakesh's desk.

His three actual co-workers stand around, their pants and underwear bunched around their ankles.

Diana sucks his boss's cock into her mouth, while using her hands to stroke the other two employees' hard erections. She looks up at them seductively over the rim of her glasses.

MR. KESAR

(groaning)

"You're such a good cock-sucker, Diana…"

She pulls his wet cock from her mouth and slaps it against her cheek.

DIANA

"Mmm, thank you, Mr. Kesar. I just love cocks… Now slap those big hard dicks against my face… please…"

The three men oblige. Their hard dicks make obscene noises as all three slap against her beautiful face.

DIANA

(giggles)

"Yes… fuck I'm such a slut for cock…"

(looks at camera)

"I love coming to my husband's office and sucking offallhis co-workers…"

—

Rakesh's teeth clenched. A rush went through him, spiked with betrayal, arousal, and surprise.

Diana wasn't even fully investing in the specifics of the "porno" scenario any more. She was simply admitting to blowing Rakesh's co-workers on the screen in front of him.

Despite his swollen member, the cuck husband felt a quiet fury rising. At least, he reasoned, Diana was occupying them long enough that he could get to the office building, orgasm inside her, andwin the damn Games once and for all.

He considered his options. He looked across at the mirrored flat roof of the KraftBank building. Beyond it, bulbous clouds were gathering over the horizon.

And then his eyes re-focused. Something was in motion, off in the water past the island's rim.

A silver-gray cigarette boat was racing away from the island at full speed.

Rakesh frowned. Why would someone be leaving the island, halfway through the final challenge?

—

EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN—DAY

At the wheel of the silver-gray AMG 515, the BEARDED MAN steers.

He speeds over the surf with ferocious intensity in his eyes.

—

Rakesh's curiosity quickly extinguished when he looked down at his wristwatch. Just over an hour remained. He reasoned that if he was situated plumb across the island from his target, it would hardly make a difference which way he went…

At least, he hoped that was correct.

He hung a right and hurried down some cobblestones through the trees.

—

They're almost here.

She can't hear the rumble of a distant Lanzia. Nor can she discern the vibrations of their footsteps climbing the carved pathways of the village. But, as always, she senses their approach.

The time grows nigh.

The time to reveal her secret.

For now, she keeps typing…

—

The winding cobblestones turned sharply. Suddenly, Rakesh was funneled into a narrow alleyway. A limestone arch beckoned him into a darkening hall.

This must have been the tunnel-like structure peeking through the trees, that Rakesh had seen from the island's hilly apex.

He checked his timer again. He parsed mental images of his wife pleasuring his three co-workers to completion—and the possibility that she'd move away before he found her. He couldn't turn back and lose more time.

Rakesh launched himself into the unknown murk of the tunnel.

—

His jog slowed as he entered. His eyes needed to adjust; the only light sources were dull, sunken red vapor lamps mounted at periodic intervals. Then, in the thin pools of light, Rakesh perceived the shapes emerging from the shadows around him.

Of course.

A tunnel filled with depravity…

Rakesh kept his pace steady, knowing that he could ill-afford to be distracted at length, or worse, stopped. But as the naked banker charted forward, he noticed that the low shaft, like each section of the island so far, appeared to have its own erotic specificity.

Along the tunnel walls were low, upholstered benches. Male and female figures were seated under the recessed lights. Rakesh ducked his head as he marched briskly on, trying to hide himself from notice. He needn't have worried.

Other figures—their genders similarly varied—stood or lay or knelt before the seated folk. Their bodies undulated in slow rhythms that matched a throbbing electronic pulse seeping through the tunnel. Those standing were giving the others lap dances.

The tunnel was longer than Rakesh had thought, and it seemed to curve up ahead. He picked up his pace.

He passed a seated pair. He couldn't help but glance at the beautiful nude woman moving on the man's lap. She ground herself back on the man, and looked right at Rakesh.

He recognized her instantly.

It was Vanessa Goodwin, Gael's co-star from The End of the Well.

Rakesh was tempted to linger and watch her skilled, sensuous dance, but he hurried forward. Still, his eyes scanned the darkened shaft, and he began to perceive more of the faces around him.

One after the next, Rakesh realized he could recognize the striking visages of the moving figures. They were all major celebrities.

This must have been part of the top-dollar experience for the V.I.P. crowd. Members of the high-paying audience were seated along the walls as these global sex symbols teased, lap-danced, or even serviced them. No doubt Gael had pulled some gilded strings to make this happen.

Rakesh rushed forward, trying to keep his eyes from all the familiar faces performing lascivious deeds.

A busty Latina television star ground her bikini-clad body against an excited old man.

A lean, world-famous footballer waggled his naked crotch in a housewife's face right before she grabbed it. Her husband watched hungrily beside her.

Against the other wall, a stunning movie star knelt between a woman's legs, eating her pussy.

Rakesh turned at the tunnel's sharp right curve, hoping desperately that the hairpin turn would reveal an exit—and outside it, the office building in which Diana was situated.

When he turned, he saw another screen.

—

Diana is bent over Rakesh's desk.

Her tight skirt is bunched around her waist. Her jacket is discarded and her naked breasts press against the desk. Her thong is pulled to one side. Only her sexy "secretary" glasses remain intact on her face.

Gavin fucks her hard from behind.

Rakesh's boss, Mr. Kesar, feeds his cock into her mouth from the other side of the desk.

With one hand, she jerks off Ray's fat dick.

Diana switches hands, sucking off Ray and stroking off the boss. All four lovers moan out louder…

—

Moans sounded up around the tunnel, too.

Rakesh looked about, ashen. In the new section of the tunnel, more A-listers were pleasuring riled-up audience members across a thick rug laid on the floor—and they were all watching Rakesh's wife cheat ravenously on the screen.

—

GAVIN

"Holy shit that pussy is juicy…"

He spanks Diana's ass hard. She draws Ray's cock out of her mouth. She slaps both the men's dicks on her face.

DIANA

"That's because I'm so fucking wet—oh!—from getting fucked on my husband's desk!"

—

Rakesh's stomach churned. He quickly picked his way through the intimately paired bodies writhing on the rug, groaning at the sight of his whore wife on-screen. Mercifully, he'd gone unrecognized in the darkness.

At the far end of the dim-lit bunker, he could see a door. His hopes soared—a path out.

—

Gavin pounds faster into Diana from the back. He groans loudly.

The naughty "secretary" tries to fit both Ray and Kesar's cocks into her mouth, rubbing the dripping cock-heads together and slobbering over them.

MR. KESAR

"Oh fuck, you're a naughty bitch, Diana—"

RAY

"Yes… suck those dicks for us…"

Suddenly, Ray casts a slightly guilty look at the camera, and shrugs.

RAY

"Sorry, Rakesh. Your wife's an amazing dick-sucker."

Gavin grunts loudly as he thrusts into Diana's juicy pussy. Then he pulls his meat out of her. He unloads onto her ass.

GAVIN

"FUU-UUCK!"

Rakesh's work rival throws his head back and screams in satiated pleasure. Rope after rope of his cum shoots out and fills Diana's asshole.

DIANA

(wiggling her ass, licking the others' balls)

"Yesss…"

—

Rakesh kept stepping across the sea of writhing bodies, trying to avoid looking at the screen. He was some ten feet away from the door, and determined to make it undeterred. But when he heard Gavin's orgasmic scream, he had to look over.

Diana's husband staggered as he saw his wife's pretty bunghole become a receptacle for his rival's cum.

"Yesss… " she moaned, encouraging him with wiggling hips as he came into his wife's spread asshole. "Fill my ass… Cum in my fuckhole… I bet my husband loves watching this…"

Rakesh's heart pounded. His dick, a samsonite organ that had been stimulated mercilessly for hours, rose into another furious hard-on.

In his peripheral vision, Rakesh perceived that some of the commingling couples had now recognized him, and were hushly alerting the others. He quickly resumed his path between them.

On the screen, Gavin fell back into his chair. Diana waved her ass obscenely, letting his thick gobs of spunk trickle over her butthole and drip down to her engorged pussy.

She grabbed a hold of the two men's shafts in front of her, and turned to look back at the camera.

—

DIANA

"Now I'm going to make your boss cum on my face while your friend fills my used ass."

(blows a kiss)

"I love you, Rakesh."

—

Rakesh groaned as he neared the door. The copulating crowd behind him let out a tantalized "oooh".

Yes, Rakesh knew his wife was going to these extremes for the mislaid goal of making him cum. But she was still fucking his actual co-workers up there.

The nasty sight of her, bent over with her ass to the camera, Gavin's seed dripping from her rear hole, sucking off his boss while Ray eagerly moved behind her to sodomize her cum-filled ass… it aroused him, enraged him, and electrified him with panic.

When they all came, he was sure the Games would move her to a different location. Time was spinning down.

He beelined out the door of the tunnel.

—

Rakesh emerged into a thicket of papaya trees. He was relieved as the wooden door swung shut behind him. And then he panicked anew.

He could see the KraftBank building, all right. It loomed a mere one hundred or so yards away.

But before him, the grassy hill dropped away into a sunken green trough—a small valley stupid with fig trees. A leafy gorge separated him from his target.

There was something else down there, a vague, dark shape peeking up through the trees—but he could scarcely tell its exact nature from the odd vantage point. Too many strangler figs concealed it.

Rakesh looked at his timer. Fifty-nine minutes remained to locate, and ejaculate inside, Diana…

—

Rakesh hustled down the slope, entering the thicket. He squeezed hurriedly through the narrow branches. He pushed a large fig leaf out of the way, and then he saw it.

The dark, gray building had a weatherworn dome for its roof.

Rakesh approached slowly through the dense, clustering foliage. He remembered this structure: it had sent a disquieting shiver down his spine from the heightened vantage point. It was the shadowy building that reminded him of a medieval prison.

There was no one around its curved stone walls. Rich strangler figs flanked and choked it on all sides, promising Rakesh more disorienting foliage in his quest to locate Diana.

The naked man walked up to the imposing establishment. A heavy iron door, twice his height and as wide as a truck, stood before him.

Rakesh turned in a tight circle, surveying the scene and weighing his options. There was no other way to the KraftBank building other than through this odd, imposing structure. Once he emerged on the other side, he was certain he'd be mere feet away from his goal. He had to get there before Diana was finished with the men.

Rakesh took a deep breath in. He felt the warm island air pulse down to his softening penis, vulnerable and naked between his legs.

He exhaled and pulled open the giant door.

—

The innards of the circular building were even gloomier than its exterior.

There was almost no light; wan candelabras cast thin golden haloes high up on the stone walls. As the iron door creaked shut behind him and blotted out all daylight, Rakesh had to squint in the sequestering dark.

He was in a long, dim hallway. The air felt cool and wet. He stepped over damp cobblestones, surveying the grim walls about him, acutely conscious of his nudity and more than a little doubtful about his decision to enter.

Along the walls, strange masks stared back.

The grotesque iron face of an executioner; a grim, beaked plague doctor mask; a grinning clown with hollow eyes…

Rakesh doubled his steps as he plunged forward, aiming to get to the other side of this chamber of oddities as quickly as possible. With a start, he realized that he was descending with each step. The narrow hallway was sloping downwards.

His earlier intuition must have been correct. This bizarre dome did indeed have some sort of basement, some sort of dungeon—and the poor banker found himself being sucked towards it.

A droning sound wafted up from the depths.

Rakesh gulped back his growing dismay, sinking further down the sloping stone ramp. With each increasingly steep step downward, the walls narrowed around him.

The drone—a low, ominous musical note—grew loud enough to vibrate in his naked gut.

Rakesh reached a wrought-iron door.

The sound was coming from the other side. It was the sound of an organ. Only it sounded like it was resonating up from some distant time and place; a gothic rumble from a dark, hidden century.

I should get the hell out of here, Rakesh thought.

What's that saying about the thing that killed the cat?

He put five fingertips on the door's metallic surface. It was icy cold. He felt his nape prick with uneasy anticipation. Then he eased open the door.

The sight within blew Rakesh's eyes into saucers.

Chapter 19 - Enter the Dark (Carceri d'Invenzione)
A dark trap snares him on the way to his cheating wife

BLACK.

HOLD IN THE PITCH BLACK FOR SEVERAL BEATS.

TITLE CARD:

V.

Kevin Monet

in

DAISEY and THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

-

Kevin's fingers drummed rapidly on his thigh as Jessica and Chris introduced Day 3 of the Hotwife Games.

"Our final hours together are about to get very, very wicked," Jessica said, "With some tasty surprises along the way."

The young professional looked around. The crowded audience around the lawns were awaiting the day ahead with a quiet rumble of excitement.

Nerves surged over Kevin's body. They were leavened by a tinge of anticipation. All of the previous day, Kevin had let Daisey cuckold him to extremes, and she had denied him her pussy all night. He figured the bounteous island would finally provide his chance to fuck someone else-perhaps to even sleep with aglutof beautiful women. His blue balls were growing intense.

Daisey was next to him, studying an unfolded sheaf of paper with keen interest. Kevin looked down at it too. It was the map that the PAs had handed to everyone there, with the sole exception of poor Rakesh.

Daisey traced a finger over the detailed depiction of the island. Each building and feature was conveniently labeled, as well as every path linking the alluring structures together.

"How about that Sapphic Garden?" Kevin asked in a soft voice. He shrugged nonchalantly. "We could start there."

"Hmm?"

Daisey seemed distracted. She looked up, and stared hard across the lawns. In the middle of the circled crowd, Chris was busy alliterating on the microphone-but her eyes narrowed in on Rakesh. Their erstwhile competitor seemed to be sweating in his red robe.

The young banker glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

"The Sapphic Garden," Kevin repeated, a little less sure.

The fact was, he'd suggested it because the small legend on the map implied that the garden was a gathering-ground for several beautiful women-and he was desperate to fuck some of them. He caught Daisey's glare, and hastily reshaped his approach.

"Since you're bi, sweetie, I thought you might really enjoy-"

"You thoughtwhat?" Daisey snapped, looking at him with disdain. "My identity is not here to please your cisnormative male gaze, Kevin. Honestly, it's an elitist biphobic micro-aggression to even-"

"Okay, okay!" Kevin protested. This was far from the first time Daisey had bitten his head off with a social justice rant. He'd just assumed that maybe all the dick he'd watched her take had softened her up towards him a little. No dice. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"Ugh," she said, displeased. Kevin went quiet. She looked back down at the map.

Her finger slid over the various landmarks. She chewed her lip. She stopped on one in particular.

Slowly, Kevin's pretty young wife looked over at him. Her scowl had morphed into a look of fascination. Her lips were parted, and a little dry.

"I have another plan," Daisey said.

-

TIME CUT:

-

"So you understand and agree to all the terms?" asked Chloe.

The perky assistant looked keenly at the couple, her pretty smile doing nearly nothing to calm Kevin's nerves. The razor-sharp nib of her Lamy ink-tip hovered in the air above her clipboard. She looked from Daisey to Kevin and back again.

"We do," Daisey said.

Kevin merely grunted. Then he yelped with pain as the tattoo needle carved deeper into his chest.

The pair were seated in parallel chairs, Kevin in his briefs and Daisey in a white bra and panties. Two of the show's employees sat beside each of them, inking permanent tattoos into Kevin's skinny chest and Daisey's firm, slim belly.

Kevin felt a nervous mess. Why the hell had he agreed to this?

The strange, candlelit, dungeonesque room throbbed with disquiet. The conditions Chloe had just read out to them implied nothing but torturous misery for him-now sanctioned bybothof their consent.

He couldn't help but feel like Daisey was still being vengeful about him spraying on Diana's face, and thereby making them lose the Hotwife Games.

He couldn't help but knowexactlywhy he had agreed to all of it, too.

It turned him on unbelievably. He was Daisey's cuck.

"Perfect," Chloe said chirpily, signing off on her clipboard. The pair of tattoo artists had just finished up their work. They spread protective films over the freshly inked skin.

"We'll pop these off in a few minutes," one said.

He was interrupted as Chloe cleared her throat, and adopted a ceremonious tone.

"Daisey and Kevin Monet," she said. "Welcome to the Pit of Degradation."

Daisey studied the tattoo on her belly, lightly fingering around the branded flesh. She looked up at Kevin with a grin.

"I like it, baby," she said. She scooted up closer. "And it's the truth."

Daisey kissed her husband deep on the lips. She felt him shiver with nervousness.

She liked that too.

-

They entered through the heavy metal door. Kevin glanced around the dark, subterranean room, the growing uncertainty beginning to petrify him.

A gargantuan old organ rose high against one wall of the prison-like chamber, deploying low tones that resonated in his stomach. It was played by a small, reedy man. The man wore an elephant mask.

His eyes traveled over the closest wall and his pulse quickened. A variety of metal tools, toys, and implements-all imparting the menacing sense of arcane torture devices-hung from hooks on the stone surface. Below those tools was another heavy door leading who-knows-where.

Much more to Kevin's concern, the far side of the room was also occupied. The wall was lined with men.

Six sets of eyes stared from behind dark red masquerade masks. The half-dozen men wore small, blood-red thongs that emphasized their meaty bulges. Their built bodies were muscled and chiseled.

And in the pale flicker of the amber candelabras, Kevin noticed that all six men had dark skin.

Daisey was already moving forward as her husband's heart thundered underneath the rumbling organ music. Kevin watched her perfectly shaped, pallid white ass in its black thong, making its way to the men.

The showily liberal couple would never describe themselves as such, but anyone halfway perceptive would have deemed both of them the very word they most dreaded-"racist". Daisey, especially.

And here she is, thought Kevin,about to get railed, used, and degraded by a cabal of dark-skinned, masked men in a dungeon.

Her clit was drenched with her juices.

And Kevin's small white cock was harder than it had been in his life.

Suddenly, someone behind Kevin threw leather straps over his head. He mewled out in shock. The unseen man pulled the straps tight around his face. A ball-gag was stuck in his mouth.

Swiftly, the seventh man moved Kevin towards the other wall. Kevin watched with large, fearful eyes, as the man stripped him of his clothes. He lifted the young professional's arms and fixed his wrists to high clamps. He pulled Kevin's legs apart and knotted his ankles, spread-eagled, to rope ties in the stone.

The dusky man grinned, then slapped Kevin across the face. Kevin yelped into his gag. The man moved off towards his captive's wife.

Stripped, gagged, and tied to the wall, Kevin had no choice but to watch.

Daisey was between the seven men. They moved around her, hungrily pawing her waifish white body.

One of them, a beefy Nigerian man, wrapped his hand around her throat. She gasped, then moaned in arousal.

"Welcome to the Chocolate Factory, bitch," he said.

Her mouth opened wide, but her lips curled into a naughty, intensely turned-on smile. As his fingers gently choked tighter around her neck, his compatriots moved around her. They groped her ass and her tits.

The black man choking her studied the tattoo that had been freshly engraved over her taut belly.

"'Whore For Brown Cock'," he read.

Daisey gasped again as he choked tighter. She felt her pussy drench further, then felt herself completely and utterly cede control.

"Is that true?" he asked.

She searched his eyes through the dark mask. She still couldn't believe that she now had that tattoo permanently etched across her belly. But itwastrue, and now she was forever branded with the degrading title.

She nodded.

"I'm your whore," she whispered. "All of you. Use my white whore body…"

The man's large, sexy lips were exposed below the mask. He grinned.

The others tore the bra off her body, then roughly ripped at the fabric of her thong. Both fell off in shreds. Daisey was naked.

The man in front of her kissed her on the lips. Then the others drew her down to her knees.

One of the others, a dark-skinned Sri Lankan man, glanced over at Kevin.

The cuck husband had a raging hard erection.

"Who the fuck told you you could get hard, white boy?" demanded the Sri Lankan man.

Kevin moaned around his ball-gag.

"That thing on your chest is true, right?" the man demanded again.

The new tattoo still stung Kevin's sternum, and he looked down involuntarily.

For the rest of his life, Kevin Monet was branded with the words 'Cuckold Bitch'.

It made his little white dick ache with arousal. He looked up. He nodded.

"Then watch your bitch wife suck our cocks."

-

Within seconds the men's thongs were tossed in the corner of the room. The organ rumbled as the sounds of pleasured groans ascended to the high ceilings.

Kevin's small erection pointed up at the ceiling, pulsating with excitement.

Daisey sucked the six men's cocks.

They called her every degrading name in the book as they took turns roughly face-fucking her, inches from Kevin's desperate gaze. Occasionally, they would spit on her or slap her. She loved it.

"Dumb white slut…"

"Good-for-nothing racist bitch…"

"Cocksucking married whore…"

Daisey looked over at Kevin as they filled her mouth and hands with their big, dark cocks. Her naked pussy was soaking wet, and she needed it filled up-and stat. But the racist, domineering little slut needed something else too…

Kevin looked on with wide, wary eyes as Daisey looked up between the dark cocks slapping hard against her face. She whispered something to the men, and they looked over at Kevin. They were grinning.

The skinny cuckold shivered in worrisome anticipation. He felt supremely vulnerable with his spread-eagled legs and hard little white cock protruding, so much smaller than the brown monsters his wife was sucking mere yards away.

He watched one of the men move towards the wall of shining implements. Another came towards him, a wide grin spread across his dark face under the rim of the mask. Kevin's heart rattled out loud.

"Time to get off the wall," said the man.

-

At least an hour had passed from that moment to the second Rakesh's clammy fingertips pressed against that heavy door, and hesitantly pushed it open.

The nude, already vexed banker hadn't a clue what to expect beyond the metal portal. All he hoped for was a path out of the imposing medieval building.

He opened the door. His brows shot to his hairline.

Sweaty, pulsating bodies were moving in the dull bunker. The stench of sex suffused the room-clearly, a filthy, sexual marathon was underway.

Most of the naked, copulating forms were dark-skinned, masculine, and masked. But situated between their gleaming, ebony muscles were two pallid white bodies with their faces bare. Rakesh recognized them at once.

Daisey was bent over, moaning in ecstasy as three men took turns roughly shoving their cocks into her mouth-three strokes each, and then the next man.

Behind her, a humongous, muscular Nigerian stud worked his beefy cock in and out of her tight asshole. Like the man in front of Daisey, he would pull out every few strokes and let two others take turns sodomizing the petite white slut.

But what really caught Rakesh's eye was the man beneath Daisey.

Kevin was on his back with his legs bent and spread wide in the air. His wrists were clamped to metal rivets on either side of him, and a ball-gag filled his moaning mouth.

A huge, strap-on cock was fastened around Daisey's waist. As she got fucked in the ass from behind, she fucked her husband hard in the ass in front of her.

Ralesh watched in a state of awe as the men slapped and spat on Daisey while they spit-roasted her, yelling obscenities. She moaned in otherworldly pleasure, egging them on, even screaming in delight at the humiliation.

He could have kept watching, half-repulsed and half-riveted-but Rakesh was acutely aware of the swiftly ebbing time. He had only had fifty-eight minutes to find and ejaculate inside Diana. He needed to move on quick.

Fortunately, there was another door on one of the walls. It was just past the sweaty mass of bodies. Rakesh didn't know if it led up out of the dungeon or to another subterranean room, but he knew that, geographically, it pointed in the direction of the office tower outside.

Between the rough nine-way fuck-fest and the loud drone of the organ, the others hadn't noticed Rakesh's entrance. Perfect. Gingerly, the naked contestant made his way around them, staying close to the wall.

"Oh, fuck!" yelled a tall Indian, buried deep in Daisey's asshole. "I'm gonna cum, you hot white bitch!"

Rakesh pressed his back into the wall and stopped moving. He didn't know what set of terms governed the dank dungeon. For all he knew, they'd pin him to the floor and make him into another participant in the humiliation. He tried to make himself invisible in the darkness. He had to get to that door, soon.

"Yessss," Daisey moaned, as the Indian man sprayed cum into her anus, "Fill my dumb slut asshole! YES!"

Rakesh was flabbergasted at the sea change in Daisey's demeanor. The militant, "woke" feminist she had presented herself as on Day 1 of the Games would have thrown a fit to even hear such a thing.

A man in front of Daisey rained hot cum on her face. She captured his dick in her mouth.

Inch by inch, Rakesh side-stepped towards the door.

After the man behind her pulled out of her spunk-filled butt, she followed suit. Daisey gently ejected her strap-on from Kevin's sodomized ass.

It was the biggest dildo Rakesh had ever seen. It hung heavy around her waist, looking like it weighed a ton. Kevin's asshole gaped like a cavern.

"Come here," she said, sitting up.

Now Rakesh could see how much Daisey had been used and abused for her and the men's pleasure. Her face was shiny with cum. Her mascara ran in streaks.

"Mmm?" Kevin asked, gagged.

Impatiently, one of the larger men rough-housed Kevin up to his knees. Daisey popped the ball-gag out from his mouth.

She kissed him with a mouth full of warm cum.

Rakesh saw Kevin grimace and remembered the sensation of Diana making him do the same. He couldn't deny that the humiliating theater of it all had made him hard. Still, he continued to step, slowly and surreptitiously, towards the exit… closer… and closer…

What happened next stopped him in his tracks.

One of the men pushed his big dick between the couple's lips. Neither flinched. Rakesh looked on in fascination as both Kevin and Daisey's mouths wrapped around the sides of the invading shaft.

Then Daisey grasped the thick member and pointed it at Kevin's mouth.

"Suck," she said.

Gamely, the thoroughly cuckolded white husband serviced his wife's lover.

It was too much for Rakesh. Diana had humiliated him repeatedly into explosive orgasms, but this was an act he had no intention of ever performing.

The skinny white cuck blew his wife's lover with gamely passion. Daisey grinned at the sight.

"Yes," she growled cruelly. "Suck his big hard black cock for me… my pathetic cuck…"

Things were only to get crazier.

The man who had just spunked in Daisey's ass turned her face towards his softening cock.

"You ready, slut?" he asked.

Her eyes widened. Thrilled, she nodded.

"Are you going to-"

Without answering, the man began to pee in Daisey's mouth.

She squealed as the warm stream hit her pretty face. But she didn't move. Instead, she opened her mouth wide.

"Give it to me," she begged.

The man groaned perversely, emptying his piss into the little white wife's mouth.

Rakesh balked. He wouldn't have thought things would get more extreme, but they did. And the more intense the spectacle, the more his feet seemed to clamp into the floor.

"That's enough sucking," Daisey said to her husband as she was covered in piss.

Like her, the scrawny cuckold had registered the escalating groans coming from the recipient of his blowjob. He obediently pulled the hard slab out of his mouth.

From the way he'd been sucking, it clearly wasn't the first of her bulls' dicks that Daisey had made him swallow that day.

"Bend over," said Daisey.

Rakesh watched in a dread-soaked trance as the skinny white professional turned and got on all fours.

Daisey's golden shower was complete. The naughty feminist hotwife reached out and took the shiny dark member in her hand. She looked up at her masked lover and began to stroke him off. His dick-head bulged inches from Kevin's ass.

"Shoot for me, lover… " she intoned.

Kevin's eyes shot wide as he realized what was about to happen.

"Baby, no!" he protested, his lily-white rump quivering in the air.

"Shut the fuck up!" Daisey yelled. She whacked his ass, hard.

Then, with one hand still jerking her hard lover, she ran her other hand down between her husband's cheeks. She fingered his asshole, eliciting a groan.

"You're gonna take my lover's cum, aren't you, hubby?" she purred.

Kevin groaned out. He nodded as his slut-wife fingered him. He knew he had no choice.

Daisey drew her finger out of his well-fucked ass.

At that instant, her lover moaned out and blasted off in her grasp.

Thick ropes of cum spurted high, then landed wetly in Kevin's spread asshole.

It was the ultimate humiliation.

Daisey laughed cruelly as her hung lover poured thick seed over her thin white husband's bunghole. She felt her pussy thrill at the sight of the hot spunk, pooling between his upturned cheeks.

"Take that cum, my stupid, white, fucking cuckold… " she groaned.

Kevin began to cry. Daisey pushed her finger back into his asshole, finger-fucking the gooey semen into him. She released her lover's cock and began to stroke her husband.

The degraded slut fingered and jacked her husband rapidly. Kevin's cock bucked, and he, too, began to cum.

Perhaps it was the extreme nature of the perverted sight-or perhaps it was the sudden rush of fear that such a challenge was awaiting Rakesh with Diana in the KraftBank room.

But suddenly, Rakesh gave a startled, involuntary gasp.

It was loud. Very loud. He clamped his hand over his mouth.

But it was too late…

Daisey turned to look.

Kevin looked over too. So did the eight studly bulls.

At first, Daisey seemed dazed by Rakesh's presence. Then comprehension poured over her. Finally, a gleam of frantic excitement spiked her eyes. She leaped off her haunches.

Rakesh was surprised by her beaming face. The racist hotwife had certainly never been this enthused to see him before.

"Rakesh!" she screamed.

With the heavy strap-on still fastened to her naked waist, she rushed towards him.

It hit him like a sledgehammer.

She was after the five million dollar prize. If she made him cum, all that money would be the Monets'. And now, somehow, miraculously, her golden goose had landed right in her lap!

Rakesh backpedaled fast.

The petite wife sped towards him. Her hair and skin were soaked, and the strap-on wobbled awkwardly at her waist.

Rakesh reached the door. He turned and worked the handle.

It was jammed. A wooden, medieval padlock prevented any egress.

Rakesh panicked, shimmying the lever hard. It didn't give.

He felt a body press up behind him as the synthetic heft of the strap-on hit his lower back.

"I'm going to make you cum, Rakesh," Daisey threatened.

Rakesh tried to wheel around, protesting-when suddenly, he was overpowered.

Two of the men that had been fucking Daisey were on either side of him. They pushed the young banker down onto his hands and knees. Rakesh gasped out.

He heard the racist hotwife giggle cruelly behind him.

"You're gonna cum no matter what," Daisey said.

Rakesh struggled desperately, but the iron grips of the larger men held him in place. His ass was poised up in the air much like Kevin's had been, mere seconds ago. His heart raced, sensing that a similar humiliation was coming.

He felt the hard knob of Daisey's strap-on dildo pry apart his cheeks and press against his vulnerable hole.

He knew what was coming.

And his dick was growing maddeningly hard.

"You're gonna blow your load, and I'm getting that five million."

The other men gathered around for the depraved spectacle. More hands joined the fray, forcing Rakesh's wriggling body to lock in place. Daisey began to push forward.

"Okay!" Rakesh shouted.

She paused. The bulge of the strap-on lingered at the entrance to his asshole.

"Okay, yes. Fuck me. I'm just… I'm not used to it yet," Rakesh said. "If it's smoother, I'll like it more. I'll cum faster."

"Fuck is he babbling about?" asked one of the bulls.

"Let me lube it up!" Rakesh said. He looked back over his shoulder at Daisey. "I'l suck on it. Like your good little brown slave…"

Rakesh noted the twinkle that suddenly shone into Daisey's eyes.

He had intuited, correctly, that the performatively progressive wife would thrill at the chance to dominate Rakesh racially.

"You can fuck my submissive brown ass… but let me suck your cock for you, madam."

She pulled her hips back, and the dildo slipped from between his ass-cheeks.

"Get him on his knees," Daisey commanded.

The other men released their grasps. Rakesh turned and they rough-housed him onto his knees before her. Daisey stood so the strap-on dangled obscenely in the banker's face.

"Suck my dick, you Indian bitch," Daisey cackled.

Rakesh could practically smell her pussy flowing with moisture behind the large black strap-on. The petite racist woman was thrilled to recklessly bring her prejudices out of the closet.

Rakesh stared at the big, glistening knob before his nose. He gulped.

Hep laced his hands on the back of Daisey's waist. He opened his mouth wide.

He began to suck the giant fake cock.

The men around cheered and jeered, applauding and mocking the humiliated cuckold. Daisey herself giggled headily, elated at her racist conquest.

"Suck! That! Dick!" chanted the Sri Lankan man, prompting the others to join in.

Rakesh's cheeks burned as he fellated the racist slut's strap-on dildo. But his hands fumbled about behind her…

The small crowd was caught up in cheering the depraved spectacle. Even Daisey had joined in the mocking chant, rocking her hips and face-fucking Rakesh.

They didn't notice Rakesh's fingers groping for the clasp on the strap-on's holster. He snapped it open.

He bit his teeth down on the rubbery rod and pulled clean backwards.

The strap-on came loose around Daisey's waist. He grabbed it, turned, leapt up, and smashed the heavy synthetic dick into the wooden padlock fastening the door.

A crack fissured through the wood. But it stayed intact.

Rakesh smashed down on it once more.

The others took a few seconds to process the sudden turn of events. And then they snapped into action.

A man yelled out, grabbing at Rakesh's arm.

Rakesh swung around and slammed the dildo hard into his assailant's eye.

The beefy attacker yelped in a pubescent voice. When two other men jumped forth, Rakesh brained them both with the heavy phallus.

The banker was in full fight-or-flight, swinging the dildo before him wildly, like a cornered animal defending its life.

With the rest of the men and Daisey holding back or dodging the flailing strap-on, Rakesh brought his free fist down on the padlock. The fractured wood fell to the ground and shattered.

Rakesh turned the lever, waving the black dildo incessantly. The door cracked open. He scurried through it.

On the other side, Rakesh jammed he heavy door shut. He pulled hard on the handle, as someone yanked it from the other side. There were loud bangs on the door. The men yelled for him.

It would be seconds before more of them grabbed the lever and overpowered him.

Thinking fast, Rakesh looked at the strap-on in his fist. He squeezed it through the door handle, jamming its rubbery tube in just far enough to block the door from being pulled open.

It may not buy him a lot of time, but it would get him just enough.

He swung around and huffed up a tunnel of stairs.

Rakesh's legs burned and his breaths were ragged. Medieval iconography blurred past him on both sides.

Finally, he found himself in front of a door whose edges glowed with faint, promising light.

An exit.

-

Rakesh emerged from the dark torture den into the fading daylight. Clouds had gathered in the formerly pristine sky, now leaden and gray. Rakesh had been so fixated on finishing his libidinous quest within the three-hour time limit that he'd hardly noticed the changing skies. But as an early twilight melted in around the island, he understood why the Games had timed the last challenge as they had.

In the final fifty minutes remaining to him, the world would go dark. On Gael's remote tropical paradise, there were several passages with almost nothing around to light his way.

And still, a propitious sight loomed in front of him. The KraftBank building stretched up into the dusky sky, its windows gleaming with light.

Rakesh began to move for it. He halted just as fast.

A screen was mounted up on the young kauri tree directly outside the exit. It flickered faintly, signifying that it was turned on. But the feed was dead.

Rakesh knew instantly that Diana had moved away from the office building.

The searching husband felt his heart drop like an anchor-weight. He looked at his watch. Forty-nine minutes and change.

He wheeled around, realizing that, for the first time, he didn't have the faintest clue about where to proceed next. A helpless, desperate angst compressed his throat.

The office tower was finally before him-but its presence had turned moot. A rocky shelf to his left led up to a thicket of flowering shrubs, beyond which was the faint outline of Gael's gymnasium, shimmering in the violet evening. To his right the hillside sloped down through a brambled dirt path where a-

Hold the fuck on.

Rakesh blinked in astonishment.

In seconds, his feet were moving of their own volition, making a beeline towards the improbable artifact sitting at the mouth of the thin dirt road.

Gael's ruby-red roadster.

At first the young financier didn't know if it was, in fact, the same open buggy he had driven from the gym and ultimately crashed into the barricade outside the Sapphic Garden. Then, as he neared it, he saw that the front bumper was warped and scraped from that same collision.

He didn't understand. Had Gael driven the buggy all the way here, just for his benefit?

The sheaf of paper lodged in the steering wheel further affirmed Rakesh's intuitions.

He unfolded a map of the island. It was akin to the ones he'd spotted in the audience members' hands, at the outset of the Challenge and outside the soundstages.

It was detailed, with marked pathways, and every structure labeled neatly. A thrill shivered up Rakesh's arms and neck.

A particular spot stood out on the map. It was a squat gray patch proximal to Gael's mansion, so nondescript that Rakesh had obviously missed it from his bird's-eye vantage point at the top of the hill.

It stood out because it had been marked by a thick, felt-tip marker.

A large, red 'X' covered it prominently.

Rakesh's heart raced.

Holy shit, the fucker really did like him.

Was it their mutual love for Diana? Was it the reconciliatory conversation they had had that morning, after the erotic, three-way shower? Or was he just doing this so that Diana could have the five million too?-After all, Gael did consider her the love of his life.

He could ponder Gael's motivations as he drove. It was time to find Diana.

At long last, it was time to win the Hotwife Games.

-

INT. CONTROL CENTER-EVENING

Amelia squints closely at the screen. On the monitor, an angle that should have a clear view of Rakesh near the roadster is obscured by thick leaves in the extreme foreground.

AMELIA

"What's going on with 15Z?"

(wheeling on her techs)

"Did someone move the camera… into a bush?!"

The TECHNICIANS are jus as befuddled.

AMELIA

"Did no one see this happening? Check 16 through 20."

The screens toggle to other camera views.

DARK. Also DARK. Still DARK…

AMELIA

"The hell is going on? Who has access to these feeds?"

Before the other techs can respond, Amelia already has the answer.

AMELIA

"Gael…"

-

Rakesh whipped the open buggy over dirt paths and cobblestones, with far more speed than before. He didn't know his descent was protected from the view of the disconnected cameras, and he didn't have the mental space to comprehend it anyway. He cared about one thing: Diana. She was so close he could smell her.

He had the map spread out on his lap as he descended the hill, and soon enough he wound his way to the demarcated target.

Rakesh stepped out from the roadster. He understood why he hadn't noticed the structure from his viewpoint atop the island.

The gray edifice was, basically, an overlarge electrical kiosk. Wires and thermoplastic piping ran in criss-cross patterns into the outer walls of the low shed.

This was the final hiding spot for Diana?

Rakesh blinked.

Of course.

He would never have suspected it in a million years.

His timer ticked down past forty-five minutes. His pulse quickened with each careful step as Rakesh approached the big, concrete box. There was a small, brick-red door that stood slightly ajar. He opened it. It gave a long, low creak.

-

Rakesh entered the dark space.

He blinked as his eyes attempted to adjust to the suffocating gloom.

"Diana?" he called. His voice came out hopeful, but shaky.

There was no response.

Everything was eerily quiet. The musty bunker of a room was nearly totally dark, the only light slanting in from the semi-shut door.

The dim chamber was chock-full. Full of… things. The walls were collaged with papers. They looked like images and typescript-all indiscernible in the dingy light, taped against exposed wiring. It looked like a fire hazard waiting to happen.

Rakesh edged forward and almost tripped. Manila boxes littered the floor, bellied and spilling over with more indistinct paraphernalia.

Just one thing was clear as day. Diana was nowhere in sight.

And yet, the tiny hairs on the back of Rakesh's neck were suddenly standing up…

Something. Something about the few details he could discern in the patchy half-light…

In a way, Diana was here.

The naked financier uneasily groped his way forward. In the murk, he saw something reflecting the pale light from outside. It was a naked lightbulb, hanging off the ceiling.

A long brass chain dangled down to shoulder-level. Rakesh yanked it.

A sickly glow crawled over the walls, revealing the chamber's sordid secrets.

-

CAMERA rotates a slow 360 degrees. Mirroring Rakesh's rotation in the opposite direction.

His breath intensifies as he turns, taking in the full import of the stuffy room.

-

The entire space formed a portrait of a sickening obsession. An obsession that had mushroomed over decades.

There were printed text conversations, grayscale screenshots, long transcripts. There were elaborate, detailed plans and counter-plans, sketched into meticulous flowcharts.

There were photographs-many photographs-including some obviously culled from social media and public records.

But more disturbingly, there were several that Rakesh had never seen before: Shots taken through office windows and on rainy London streets. Shots through a long, telephoto lens. Shots from outside the windows of the Vaibhavs' home.

They were all pictures of Diana.

Tracing her upwards from college age all the way to the present day, they formed an eerie, stalkerish shrine to Diana that sent ice shooting down Rakesh's spine.

Rakesh's memory flickered to the game room the night before. He'd been given the impression of an impromptu, halted plan for revenge, concocted after an offhand chat with a hacking consultant. This room painted a completely different picture. The online tracking seemed to have merely been the third act of a long, disturbing mania, bordering on psychopathy.

The boxes on the floor overflowed with transcripts of texts, e-mails, and even vacation itineraries. Rakesh only had to give them a cursory glance to know that they were all familiar to him. They were his and Diana's.

There was also a flat-screen propped up in the corner. Its reflective surface was currently dark. Rakesh shuddered to think about exactly what illicit surveillance had played on it over the years.

A coil space heater flickered a dull orange in the corner. It was a small, chipped, long-dated metallic model-perhaps installed years ago to keep the room warm on long, cold island nights.

And then there was the chair.

An unassuming brown leather low-back sat in the very center of the small room, facing the covered walls. Its upholstery had thinned out nearly all the way. The leather was heavily worn. Someone had spent a lot of time sitting in it.

It also signaled something else with certainty, something that had been clear to Rakesh since he had stepped into the musty den: not only was Diana not here, but this kiosk played no part in the final challenge at all. It had nothing to do with The Hotwife Games.

Behind Rakesh, the door creaked open.

-

BLACK.

TITLE CARD:

VI.

Gael Sankur

in

SONG OF VICE AND FIRE

-

Gael stepped into the sallow light of the room.

"It isn't always this messy," he lied with a smile.

Rakesh wasn't smiling back. He was white as a sheet.

"You're fucking crazy," he whispered.

Gael stepped closer. The pale yellow of the bulb caught his handsome features, which only reinforced Rakesh's assertion. Gael's grin stretched over his mouth like saran wrap. There was a spiky, unhinged quality in his eyes that the other man hadn't perceived until this moment.

Of course he'd never seen that crazed gleam before. Gael was one of the finest actors in the world.

"You didn't have a 'change of heart' about your revenge plan," Rakesh said, the words forming as the truth cascaded over him. "This was all part of it… This was your plan for revenge…"

"You're so smart," Gael said. The saran-wrap grin stuck as he edged closer. "For a little banker boy."

"You used those acting skills to say all the right things to Diana, all the right things to win her over."

"And to make your wife fall in love with me. All over again," Gael responded. The sick grin stretched impossibly wider. "I am good, aren't I? Tell me I'm good, Rakesh."

Rakesh didn't know why he found himself backing up, slowly, towards the crammed wall behind him.

Perhaps it was the way Gael was advancing, slowly, his hands clasped behind his broad back, his odd, unsmiling eyes boring a hole into him.

The financier had a gut-wrenching realization.

"And me, too," he said. "That little chat in the gym. The shower today. Letting me borrow that roadster. You won my trust, too… All along, I was a fucking pawn."

Gael stepped closer. Rakesh stepped back.

"Is that it, Gael? You wanted Diana, and I was just collateral damage…"

The other man slowly shook his head.

"Wrong," Gael said.

Rakesh's eyes dropped. The movie star's right arm extended in his direction.

"For a smart boy, you need to get your tenses right," Gael said, the strange grin clenching wider. "You are collateral damage."

He was holding a sub-compact Beretta pistol. It was pointed at Rakesh.

Chapter 20 - Diana in Wonderland
A hot married woman strips inside a cage surrounded by men

Diana was subterranean.

It was a strange final hiding place for the beautiful young wife. She was chambered away underground, yet her location would soon be blindingly obvious. She supposed it was characteristic of the Games' playbook. The show thrived on suspense: its producerswantedRakesh to find her before the final minutes of the Challenge. That way he'd have the chance to shoot inside her, and lose the whole contest-or so she thought.

She'd just have to make sure that didn't happen.

The small cage shivered into motion. Her heart beat in delicious anticipation.

The chamber rose up the underground shaft. Diana readied herself, steadying her breaths and smoothing the tiny, tight dress that clung to her skin like film.

The lift climbed further. The ground above her churned and split apart like an opening doorway. The light of the early evening poured in. The cage pushed up through the surface.

It was time for Diana's final performance at the Hotwife Games.

Nearly all of the guests had assembled on Gael's lavish lawns-the very same location in which the day's challenge had begun. Jessica smiled as she watched the ascending cage rise through the garden's grassy center.

Clearly the producers had never expected Rakesh to make it this far without ejaculating, and figured that there was little reason to be coy about Diana's final location. Based on the resolve he'd just shown her in the Sapphic Pool, they had seriously underestimated the tenacious banker.

Jessica was actually kind of proud of him. The show's co-host scanned the vista with its thick, gathering clouds, then perused the robed crowd in the waning daylight. She frowned. There was still no sign of Diana's tireless husband.

An excited hum shock-waved over the audience, spreading from the rising platform at their nucleus and out to the edges of the garden. The gilded tip of a bell-shaped structure lifted upwards from the parted ground. It looked like a ten-foot-tall birdcage.

Collectively, the crowd drew their breath. The tropical clouds that had gathered in the emerging evening hung rotund and pregnant. But they were only a backdrop to the real anticipation rumbling across the V.I.P. audience.

Inside the cage stood Diana.

The structure rose up to its full height and settled into place. The gorgeous, married woman felt every eye in the venue, scanning her, lusting for her, devouring her. Their gaze imbibed the tight silk of her red dress. Their eyes drank in the tall red heels, the sharp shades of her striking make-up. They noted the sparkling jewelry on her ears and wrists, as well as the beautiful heart-shaped locket hanging down to her exposed cleavage, which she knew was a gift from Rakesh. She placed one hand on her hip and looked about, trying to maintain her cool.

Inside, Diana's heart was speeding and a juicy crawl was spreading between her legs.

Jessica's voice boomed over the speakers.

"There are forty-one minutes left before the Hotwife Games are officially done," she said. "And it's time for Diana toreallyenjoy every minute of them…"

Diana exhaled slowly through her mouth. Her eyes panned over the sea of faces fixated on her.

"And the best part?" Chris continued for his wife. "Our grand finale involvesall of you…"

Men and women looked hotly at Diana. She saw a few stepping closer.

The hotwife's fingertips shook against her thighs, tapping at the short hem of her dress. Despite the heavy red lipstick, her lips felt dry. She licked them.

"That's riiiight," Jessica teased, watching the forty-strong mob circle in on the gleaming gold cage. As usual, rigged cameras swirled and arced in on the action from every angle. "You see, we let our beautiful final hotwife design her own fantasy for the end of the show."

Diana's breathing intensified as she scanned the crowd.

They were so many sexy men in the audience… Sexy women, too… And she was the center of it all.

"The greedy little slut wantedallof you…"

Diana grinned at Jessica's teasing tone, though the splash of humor did little to still her palpitating heart.

It was true. She had conjured the entire scenario, and the producers had built an emerging birdcage to accommodate the naughty design. It had been a filthy erotic fantasy Diana had had for years-being the absolute focal point of attention in a sea of horny bodies, on display for them all inside a cage. Now the complete fruition of her fantasy was about to come true…

"So go on and have some fun," Chris said, eyeing Diana over the heads' of the voyeuristic audience. Not-so-secretly, the blue-balled husband was still dreaming of finally fucking her. "Because I know I will…"

"Perv," Jessica said, and squeezed on her husband's firm ass. "Just keep your eye on the timers, because we now have…"

Chloe, off to one side off the cage, shucked her clipboard to the other hand. She clicked a remote control.

Around the periphery of the garden, several countdown clocks sprang to life.

40:19… 40:18… 40:17…

"Forty minutes to enjoy yourselves in every way you please. Unless of course, Rakesh comes a-callin'…"

"Though last we saw of him," Chris opined. "It seemed like he was having a great time in the Celebrity Cave."

As her husband continued to speculate about Rakesh's whereabouts, Jessica winked at Chloe across the lawns.

The pretty assistant nodded. She knew what Jessica was communicating, and she felt a twinge of guilt-but a plan was a plan.

Inside the cage, Diana steadied her exhalations. She saw no sign of Rakesh, but she reminded herself of the stakes in case he did arrive: If he came in her, they would forfeit all the prize money.

Of course, everybody else there knew that she'd been fed a lie…

"Let's see how much pleasure our beautiful hotwife can take as she tries to bag that five million dollars…"

The audience pressed in closer. They completely surrounded the golden bars. The ones further back craned their necks for a clear view of the beautiful, caged wife in her hot red cocktail dress.

Karl, in particular, looked at Diana with great interest over the other guests' shoulders.

Like Chloe and Jessica, he too had a plan…

"And our time…"

The first chords of a rumbling beat pulsed over the lawns.

"Starts…"

Whoosh!Torches suddenly roared to life all around the garden. The flickering gold flames lit up the purple dusk.

"Now!"

The timers clicked down from forty minutes on the dot.

Diana began to sway her body to the sultry beat. She decided to release all thoughts about her husband-and completely abandon herself to the delicious fulfillment of her naughtiest fantasy.

She figured that if Rakesh wasn't there, that was probably a good thing-especially for their chances of winning.

She was wrong on every count.

-

"Where thehellis he?!"

Amelia almost screamed it this time.

"We had Rakesh right in our sights outside the Degradation Pit-then he takes off down some slope and-what? We still don't have coverage of the whole island?"

"He cut the feeds," a nervous tech replied. "It had to be him. He's the only one who knows every byway and code-"

Of course Gael had done it. He knew his own island well. The place he'd deposited the roadster, the route he'd mapped out for Rakesh, the electrical den itself-they were all just outside the purview of the show's many mounted cameras. And the ones that did have a view, he'd cut the feed to. What Amelia and the technicians couldn't understand was why the hell he had done it.

"We need him at the lawns! For the damn climax!" Amelia said. Her eyes darted over data flickering on blue screens surrounding the crowded control room.

Viewership was spiking to an all-time high. A stream of live comments flooded the monitor, one after the next.

"They're asking about him," said the tech. "We definitely need him. To maximize the t-"

Amelia cut him off.

"Send a line tech out to the slope. Right where he disappeared. Retrace his steps."

Then she added, "And tell the P.A. to have the ropes ready."

-

Diana performed an undulating bump-and-grind. The heavy beat pulsated in tune with her body; it was hard to tell which was synchronizing to which. Firelight danced over her gorgeous face and curvaceous figure, sensually wrapped in the short red dress.

She looked around through the golden bars of her cage, and she felt herself get wet. Every eye was locked on her.

Men hungrily studied the wiggling curves of her breasts and hips. Behind her, women shamelessly appreciated the swells of her beautiful ass, its apple shape clearly displayed by the thong underneath the tight charmeuse fabric.

She made eye contact with a beautiful blonde. The latter's gaze was saturated with lust as she admired the daring hotwife, giving herself completely to the siren calls of her slutty desires.

Diana felt her conscious mind evaporate. She was merely a passenger on a wave of pure, delirious sexual instinct.

Her hands traveled up and down the sides of her body. She rotated slowly as she danced, letting the crowding audience devour her with their eyes from all sides.

She was a slut. An object. A centerpoint for the lust of forty strangers-and for thousands more watching at home.

And it turned her on like nothing ever before.

Diana lifted the hem of her dress. She looked directly at a good-looking young man pressed all the way up to the cage. She lifted the fabric.

She felt the lusty energy rising all around her as she pulled the dress up and over her head. The naughty wife's big breasts and peachy ass were clad in red underwear-a nearly see-through lace bra that showed off her hard nipples, and a skimpy lace thong that revealed the globes of her ass. Aside from that, all she had on were her heels and sparkling jewelry.

Diana danced some more.

Seven or eight men-she could hardly tell-had edged up around the cage. She could feel their heavy breaths as she swayed and bumped to the growling beat.

She felt like the sluttiest stripper in the world. She eye-fucked the horny men. Teasing them, tempting them,daringthem…

Underneath their robes, she could see that they were all hard. Hard for her.

There was no commentary from Jessica or Chris. There were no words spoken at all. Just the heavy periodic slap of the music and the low, lusty breathing of the crowd. Everything had turned primal.

Diana pushed her ass up against a bar on one side of the cage. She worked her body against it.

Hands were suddenly all over her skin.

The brazen wife gasped in pleasure. Strange men groped her tits and ass as she danced. She felt one press up behind her. His hard meat was a hot slab against her rear.

Fresh moisture dampened her labia. She wound and wriggled against the cage as more hands joined in the groping. She was about to be their slut…

A naughty, married slut for a whole crowd of horny strangers…

The thought volleyed another inkling of Rakesh into her mind. She knew that it was probably better for her objective that he wasn't present, but a part of her wished that he was. She wanted to tease her loving husband with her naughty performance, wanted him to see what a slut wife he had married as all those hands caressed her perfect body…

She looked across the cage and the thought quickly jettisoned from her head.

The good-looking stranger whom she'd been eye-fucking had let his robe drop open. His long, hard cock was pushed between the bars of the cage.

It was massive.

Diana bit her lip and stared at him as six or seven hands groped her all over. They were on her legs, her ass, all across her dancing torso. She felt someone rip open the clasp of her bra. Hands pulled it away from her tits, and she felt the tropical evening air arouse her stiff nipples.

A deep heat was building inside her, radiating from her thonged sex… It spread out around her, suffusing the cage, moving beyond it…

The other surrounding men joined the handsome stranger in his exposure. Their robes fell open. They pushed their cocks between the bars of Diana's gilded cage.

One by one, Diana saw rock-hard dicks fill the space between the gleaming metal bars around her. They began to enter from everywhere. In front of her, to her sides, behind her-al around the cage, Diana was surrounded by hard, waiting cock.

The men's engorged phalluses were different sizes, shapes, and skin tones. They bobbed before them, some circumcised and some intact. They were all aimed in her direction. Their lascivious invitation was as clear as a crystal ball. It was an invitation to a once-in-a-lifetime experience that loosed an erotic thrill all the way up from her crotch and into all of her senses.

It was the men's turn to tease, to tempt, and to dare Diana.

She could resist no longer.

She gently stepped apart from the roving hands behind her. She moved into the center of the cage. Still swaying to the sensual bass-line, she lowered herself down to her knees.

Tribal drums banged and vibrated across the throng of bodies all around. Pacific heat swelled in the evening air. Her skin was sweaty. Her pores tingled.

To every side of her, Diana was surrounded by big, hard, throbbing dicks.

Never mind where my husband is,she thought, albeit only semi-consciously. Her mind had all but evaporated in the building heat.

Clad in only red heels and a minuscule lace thong dripping in her juices, Diana reached out with both hands.

She grabbed for cock.

-

EXT. KAMA'SUEH ESTATE LAWNS-TWILIGHT

The kneeling hotwife stares up at the attractive stranger. She takes a hold of his shaft. With her other hand she gently grasps another man's rod.

Camera PULLS UP AND AWAY from the gilded cage, taking in the scope of the lawns.

Forty audience members cluster around the center, shamelessly playing with themselves or each other through open red robes. The focal point of their sexual attention is Diana.

Our AERIAL VIEW drives further away… over the heads of the voyeuristic crowd… past a ticking screen as it counts down… 37:09… 37:08…

Our high view PANS past the perimeter of the lawns…

To the large ELECTRICAL SHED, shrouded in meryta trees several meters beyond.

PUSH IN.

-

The Beretta 91 was aimed squarely at Rakesh's gut.

"I don't understand you," Rakesh said. His words came out ragged, with all his breath constricted in his chest. "You have everything you could ever want-"

"No Ifucking don't!"

Gael barked the words so loud they ricocheted off the low ceiling. For the first time, the glazed grin on his face wiped away. His eyes gleamed intensely in the light of the dangling bulb.

"I wanted Diana. I wanted her to fall in love with me again. And she did… I made goddamn sure of that. But I needed her to lovejust me…"

The smaller-built banker moved back further. His back pushed up against the wall. Sheafs of paper crinkled against him and a low, laden shelf pressed into his side. Rakesh was crowded in by the many artifacts of Gael's obsession.

"But no. After all of that… all of this… " he waves the pistol, signifying the obsessively crammed bunker. "She decides she loves usboth."

Now Rakesh noticed the reddish, wet sheen in Gael's eyes as he spoke. He wondered if Gael had been drinking. He was waving the gun about loosely, and in his open robe he looked more like a patient in a sanatorium than a global movie star.

Rakesh's head clouded with blood as the locquating actor inched closer.

"So," Gael barked suddenly, with the matter-of-factness of a quotidian business decision. "Change of plans. If she won't lose you, I will."

He clicked the safety off his pistol.

So,thought Rakesh, his pulse accelerating,This is no longer a scheme of revenge on Diana. It's a schemeforher… at any cost. And this is how I die.

Rakesh squeezed his eyes shut.

And there was a loud-

BOOM.

Chapter 21 - Den of Shadows
A race against the clock to save his wife, and his life

In a way, it was Diana who saved Rakesh.

Gael's finger was poised, ready to fire the fatal bullet into his rival for Diana's love. A booming sound resounded. Both men snapped their heads to the corner of the room.

The dormant flat-screen had come to life.

Another boom sounded, and then another. A steady, primeval drum beat thundered out of the set.

And on the screen, a live-stream unfolded in crisp high-definition. The action happening a short distance away on the islet poured into the stuffy kiosk:

Diana, thong-clad and on her knees, stroked multiple men off through a golden cage.

Gael stared at the object of his affection. He kept the gun steady on Rakesh.

Rakesh watched his wife with a bracing mash-up of emotions and thoughts.So this was her 'hiding spot': the centerpoint of an orgiastic bacchanal.He marveled at her unabashed sexuality, the way she was handling several cocks and basking in the spotlight of so much erotic attention. He was turned on by the taboo sight of his spouse nearly naked in a ten-foot cage; it was a fantasy he recalled her sharing one sweaty night months prior. And he noticed the countdown clock descending in the background behind her.

He correctly surmised that the final section of the Challenge had begun, and it was his last and only chance to win the grand prize.

But that five million dollars was less than a distant blip on his present consciousness, if not an utter impossibility…

He saw Gael's intent stare, taking Diana in as she looked up at the surrounding men on the screen. Under the rumbling beat, she seemed to be dirty-talking to them as she moved about, teasing cock after cock.

Gael was just out of Rakesh's reach, and he still had the gun fixed right at him.

"She's gonna come searching for me," Rakesh said, reasoning. "She isn't gonna just rush into your arms. She'll want to know what the hell happened, and if you kill me now-"

"I'll dump you in the water," Gael snapped. His neck flicked away from the screen again. "I'll tell her you decided to leave, halfway through the challenge. Watching her fuck all those other people… watching her fuck my massive cock, over and over…"

Gael's eyes were icy marbles even as a broad smile spread over his cheeks again. Once again Rakesh caught the glint of silver glistening in his right eye, the cat-like defect gleaming sinister in the half-light. With the hand that wasn't brandishing the Beretta, Gael loosened the belt on his robe. It fell open, revealing the long, heavy slab of his flaccid cock.

He gave a puerile, sideways waggle, preening in front of Rakesh like a boy gloating over a bigger and shinier Christmas present.

"She can't get enough of this fucking thing. And you just couldn't take it…"

Rakesh shook his head. He knew his wife.

"She'll never believe you," he said.

"Oh, really? Now surely you're aware… I'm the greatest actor in the world." Gael beamed with sneering hubris. Then he laughed. "Okay, maybe she won't believe me. Then all I have to do is show her this…"

He reached into the pocket of his robe. He took out his phone. He scrolled, tapped, and turned the screen. Rakesh saw his own face looking up towards the mounted camera in Gael's island gym.

"I have to do this." his on-screen self said, laden with emotion. "I'm sorry." A slight pause. Diana-" The video cut off.

Rakesh's jaw gaped.

It had been a trap.

Gael pushed all the way up to him. He held the gun to Rakesh's chest.

Rakesh looked desperately about him for any pathway of escape.

"'I'm sorry, Diana'," Gael repeated, in a syrupy, mocking impression of Rakesh's video.

There was no way out.

Sweat beaded on the young banker's skin. His eyes dropped down.

The booming music from the screen grew deafening.

-

She drains the last espresso cup as the final pages spurt into the paper tray.

It's far too late in the day for coffee; she knows that. The hyper-caffeinating is a nervous habit.

Perhaps the consummation of this long-simmering project, this slow-cooked work of art and artifice that has occupied all the nooks of her afternoons and sunsets, bathing her afresh in old memories… perhaps it has dislodged the ground beneath her feet. Perhaps it's all shaking her, more than she wants to admit.

She knows it's a leap into the darkness. Änswer is staking his reputation on this, and the producerneedsa hit. This is to be the world's first one-hundred-million-dollar piece of outright pornography. It's guaranteed at least a triple-X rating.

They'll need to invent a fourth X.

The two men will soon be back at the small Sicilian villa. Their imminent return sparks an essential connection as she watches the pages roll. The thought fortifies her resolve.

Those men are here because a man that she loved was murdered.

She breathes in, and out.

She's ready to step into the uncharted dark.

-

Diana bathed in the fiery sexual energy that blasted her from all sides like a bursting dam.

Her supple, sweat-sheeted body shifted in the kaleidoscopic light. Shimmering fires threw the shadows of the cage-bars over the kneeling beauty, and those at the far ends of the heated throng only caught sight of her in flashes of the flickering torches.

She leaned in and began to suck cock.

The married slut felt her juices squelching between her kneeling thighs. The red lace of her thong was soaked. She simply loved to be the center of this much pleasure.

She went around the circle on her knees, accepting each new dick into her mouth. With her hands she stroked the engorged phalluses pushing through the bars to either side of the man she was sucking. She made sure to take the juicy dick all the way down into her throat.

She'd hear the man groan in indescribable pleasure, roll her tongue all over his bulging cock-head, and then release the pulsing organ from her lips. Then she moved on down the circle.

In this way, the naughty slut-wife pleasured every man pushing his cock inside the cage.

When she had made her way all the way around the cage, she looked up at the good-looking stranger she had fellated first.

He stared down with hooded eyes, consumed with lust at the unbridled sex-kitten servicing all these men in her thong and heels. He felt his massive, naked cock vibrate between the bars of the golden cage, angled at Diana's beautiful face.

Diana softly stroked the filled cocks to either side of the handsome stranger. She looked up at him with big, lust-laden eyes, showing off her perfect curves and inviting him to stare.

She could always tell when a man was nearing peak excitement.

Clutching the two hard dicks on either side, she leaned slowly forward. She kept her eyes locked on the stranger's. She let her mouth drop open, and extended her tongue…

The man clutched the cage bars with both hands.

Diana swallowed his cock. She sucked fast.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. His balls pulled up and he instantly unloaded into Diana's mouth.

The sexy wife mewled as hot, sudden spurts of cum filled her lips. She adored the way he bucked his hips as he came, flooding her with his tasty treat. She let every thick, hot drop fill up her mouth, still stroking the other men and resisting the urge to swallow.

When the stranger was finished, Diana drew back. She let the wet shaft drop from her lips.

She leaned backwards. She released the other cocks. She put her hands on the floor and arched her back, pushing her breasts out and letting the crowd admire her body.

Diana opened her mouth and showed the surrounding strangers her sloppy reward.

A murmuring groan spread across the watching throng. A high camera pulled in for a closer view.

Diana felt a thrill wriggle through the front of her body as she showed off the hot semen pooling in her mouth. She let her bottom lip drop open. Hot cum spilled over her chin and trickled sloppily onto her big tits.

All around her, people groaned. Some of the men stroked their shafts, still pointed readily through the golden bars.

Diana surveyed the hungry, voyeuristic audience. The men were of different races, ages, heights, and weights… and they were all waiting for their turn with Diana. Her eyes, however, shifted focus beyond the robed, masculine bodies. She made eye contact with a stunning South Asian woman, whose massive breasts heaved inside her half-open robe.

Shahleen.

Diana knew exactly what she wanted.

"Come inside here with me," she said, loud enough to be heard over the throbbing drum beat.

Shahleen's dark, kohl-rimmed eyes widened as she realized Diana was addressing her.

"I need help cleaning this up," Diana said.

Others were turning to look at the object of the lusty hotwife's focus. They watched hungrily as Shahleen dropped her robe behind her. The big-breasted, nude beauty moved forward with a tantalizing smile as men cleared space for her. She worked open the latch outside the cage.

This is what Shahleen had been preparing for, earlier that day in Gael's gym.

-

In seconds, the dusky stunner was on the cage floor with Diana, pushing her tongue into her mouth.

The crowd watched with groaning approval as the two sexy women made out. Their tan, curvy bodies pressed together. Shahleen hungrily ate the juicy cum from Diana's mouth.

Both were lost in the sapphic heat of their kiss. With each probing swirl of their tongues, they both ceded their awareness of the hot effect their performance was having all about them. The masturbating men and women all around were quickly approaching a point of irreversible arousal.

The robes were long gone. Everyone was naked, and their hands and bodies moved freely and hotly over other hands and bodies.

Shahleen traced her wet tongue over Diana's lips. Diana caressed the other's big breasts, now also smeared with the handsome man's cumshot. Shahleen squeezed on Diana's ass and let her tongue move downward.

Diana shivered. Shahleen licked over her neck and throat. Rakesh's beautiful wife lay further onto her back, supporting her weight on her elbows.

Shahleen traced her way along the trail of spilled semen, cleaning every drop from Diana's neck. She licked the wet, white splash of cum dripping from her collarbone. Then she dipped down to Diana's soiled tits.

Diana threw her head back in pleasure while Shahleen laved and sucked her nipples. She moaned at the delicious, naughty sensation of her sensitive, cum-covered areolas being suckled by the beautiful stranger. As she did, she also noticed the hardened cock pushing through the cage just above her face.

She opened her mouth wide. The man squatted down until his fat meat was in line with Diana's upside-down face.

He pushed forward. He buried his dick all the way into her waiting throat.

Shahleen ran her tongue in a moist, teasing spiral down Diana's belly.

The stranger face-fucked the slutty hotwife from outside the cage. Shahleen dropped deep between her thighs.

She licked Diana's gleaming, juicy sex.

Indescribable pleasure electrified Diana's body. It was the first time that her pussy had been touched that evening, and Shahleen's expert mouth seemed to set her ablaze.

With a cock slowly sawing in and out of her throat, and a woman's warm tongue swirling over her clit, Diana began to cum.

Her body bucked in deep, seizing pleasure. She moaned around the stranger's cock and gushed onto Shahleen's pretty face.

The sound pulsed through her throat and set off the stranger.

He groaned and shoved his hard dick in to the hilt. His balls pressed against Diana's forehead. He shouted her name and fed her her second load of the night.

-

The countdown timer hovered distantly over the sweltering proceedings. Like the pulsating stroke of the music, it had turned into a sort of background noise to the thoroughly occupied audience. It sunk down from twenty-six to twenty-five minutes.

The activity all along the lawn's periphery was heating up to match the action simmering in the center. Pairs and trios were migrating to the plush couches and sunken beds encircling the lawn. Their lips and hands were busy at work. But the bulk of the throng's attention remained on the undisputed star of the show: Diana.

After releasing the fat dick from her mouth and swallowing its shiny load, Diana drew Shahleen's face out from between her legs. The busty beauty smiled up at her, her lips glistening with Diana's juice. Diana wanted to repay the favor… and she had a sudden craving for pussy.

In moments, Shahleen was down on her back. Diana crawled on top, and placed her sex over Shahleen's face. Diana bent down and buried her face into Shahleen's shaved cunt.

A wave of excitement radiated through the crowd. The pair of naked, tawny-skinned women locked into a delicious 69.

Men masturbated about them and other women stared in lusty desire. Diana and Shahleen pressed their naked bodies together, grasping each other's asses and supple thighs. They lapped hungrily at the other's wet pussies.

Diana mewled into Shahleen's delicious folds, enjoying her sweet, musky taste. She felt something else between her legs.

A man outside the cage drove his cock into her drenched pussy.

The sensation thrilled Diana: a stranger's thick, hard meat pushing into her quim from behind while Shahleen continue to eat her engorged clit.

The bold cocksmith must have inspired other men around the cage, because a man's naked waist was suddenly inches away from Diana's face.

She looked up towards it as she licked Shahleen's hot, shiny clit below her. The man spread Shahleen's legs wider. Both of her heels were dangling outside the cage bars.

The new stranger pushed his cock into Shahleen's pussy.

Soon enough the foursome were moaning together in sweaty bliss-Diana laying atop Shahleen as they 69'd each other's wet pussies, while two men fucked both of them from either end.

Awash in the double stimulation happening between her legs, Shahleen suddenly remembered there was one other important participant in the erotic ménage.

She briefly ceased her hungry lapping on Diana's soaking folds. She admired the sexy, dripping landing strip of hair pressed close against her, enjoying the hot sight of the big cock entering Diana's juicy wet snatch, all right above her face. She looked to one side, and saw him.

Shahleen's husband stared at her with a heavy lust baking in his eyes.

His cock was in his hand as he watched his wife get licked by Diana, her beaver stuffed with dick in front of him.

He must have been waiting desperately to catch his wife's gaze. The second she looked at him, she saw his cock buck inside his fist.

He moaned and thick spurts of cum flew out and landed in the grass.

Shahleen smiled wickedly.Boy, she loved her cuckold husband.

Diana didn't know it, but she, too, had an eager voyeur in the crowd. He watched her with keen interest and a brewing plan.

Off in the shadows behind the other men, Karl stroked his obscenely fat cock and bade his time. He was waiting… Waiting for the perfect moment to strike…

Both Rakesh and Kevin were nowhere to be seen, and the grand prize loomed large in front of his mind's eye. He was readying himself to cum inside Diana, andsecure five million big fat bucks for Patty and himself.

Minutes ticked down on the timer. There were less than twenty minutes left before the Games were all over.

-

Rakesh's torso heaved. His throat was dry sandpaper. His eyes were fixed on the cocked pistol six inches away from him.

It was like slow-motion as Gael's poised finger squeezed on the trigger. This was it. Rakesh's final moment alive…

"WAIT!"

The wail surprised Gael, and, despite himself, his finger paused on the half-depressed trigger.

"Please-please-" Rakesh was blubbering now. "Don't kill me! Please-I'll do anything. Anything."

Gael was taken aback by the sudden burst of desperation.

Hot tears were pouring from Rakesh's eyes. He began to crumple before the movie star.

"Please. I'll get out of her life. I'll disappear. Diana's yours. You can have her."

Rakesh was a wrenching, pathetic sight as he fell to his knees. He clasped his hands before him, begging Gael for mercy.

"She's yours! Don't kill me. You're better-you deserve her-please-please-"

The miserable banker lowered his head and weeped.

Gael's gun was still trained on the kneeling man, whose stature seemed even smaller in the cowed, wormlike position.

The muscled superstar began to chuckle. The chuckle grew into a full-throated belly laugh.

"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me," Rakesh wept in a small voice. "Please don't…"

Gael kept laughing. It sounded up from his gut, deep and sonorous.

"Anything," Rakesh said. He clutched his hands behind him. He bowed his head, like a pitiful supplicant praying to an idol. "Diana will be yours. All yours…"

"You pathetic piece of SHIT!" Gael barked with satisfaction. "You always knew I was the better man. If Diana could see you now, she'd cut your damn balls off for you-not that she'd need to. You worthless little worm. You never even had a cha-"

It happened before Gael could blink.

With his right hand behind him, Rakesh grabbed the old coil space heater on the floor.

It sent a sharp, scorching heat across his palm, but he quickly yanked it free from the wall. He sent it flying.

The red-hot coils were an orange blur as the device sped across the air. It smashed the naked lightbulb.

Sparks exploded. The bulb shorted and blew the room into darkness. The heater smashed onto the littered floor. Its sparking coils instantly sent a stack of papers into flames.

Rakesh leapt straight onto Gael.

He had caught the larger man disoriented, and tackled him to the ground. The muscular star writhed in his angry grasp. The two men grunted and fought like primates.

All around them, paper and cardboard whooshed into flames. The intense fire hazard that was the crammed bunker heated up rapidly.

Rakesh punched and clawed the superstar. He scratched at his face and chest. Rage powered through him with pure, cyclonic force.

Their sweating faces were contorted masks in the flickering light. They tumbled over each other, struggling for dominance. The sheer force of his emotions was all Rakesh had against the larger, significantly stronger man.

He screamed out. He wrestled Gael to the floor beneath him.

Then, with a tremendouscrack, Gael punched Rakesh in the jaw.

The banker's head snapped back and he fell onto the paper-strewn floor.

Gael breathed in ragged spurts. He gathered himself to his knees. Rakesh was slumped on the messy ground.

Lights out.

Something popped loudly. Gael looked about him.

A thick gray smoke was spreading over the claustrophobic room. The flames were now licking up the walls, and catching the bare wiring threading through the hanging flotsam. Wires fizzed and sparked. The heat was starting to bake like an oven.

The place was seconds from going up in flames.

-

Firelight sparkled across Diana's face.

It was a gentle glow from the torches mounted around the lawns, and it shone in glimmering, wet reflections off of her perspiring skin. Cum dripped all over her.

She gazed up from Shahleen's quivering pussy. Its juicy folds were slick with Diana's saliva and her own sexual fluids.

The man working his shaft inside the curvaceous bombshell grunted in pleasure, then drew himself out of her. So did the hunk fucking Diana from behind. He had just deposited a warm load inside her.

Diana had already lost count of how many men she had made cum. Not to mention, of course, the satiated, beautiful woman laying beneath her.

But as she looked over the orgiastic sea of sex unfolding in every direction around the gold cage, she caught sight of one man in particular.

It was man whose cock she had to feel inside her.

Before another dick could take the place of the previous one, Diana lifted herself up to her knees. She licked her cum-covered lips and kept her eyes trained right on the man's.

His own eyes bore a hole into her.

Diana unlatched the cage door. She stepped out. A man's bulging erection brushed her skin as he squeezed past, eager to fuck Shahleen inside the cage. His hands groped Diana's naked boobs, and she enjoyed feel of his lusty palms. She gave his cock a soft squeeze.

But she kept her hot gaze on her target. Her lips were parted, hungry in invitation.

She moved closer and closer to him, wending through an orgy of nude skin and ferocious lovemaking. Her gaze dropped only briefly to note an unoccupied, round plush mattress studded in the grass. She dropped to her knees.

Diana curled her finger at the man, inviting him with a seductive batting of her lashes.

"Come here, Chris," she mouthed.

The married co-host of The Hotwife Games felt his breathing precipitate. His heart thumped as he approached. His long, thin erection was diamond-hard and pointed right at Rakesh's slut-wife.

Diana smiled as Chris came up to her. She wrapped her hand-the one with her wedding band-around his hot, pulsing shaft.

"You never got to fuck me," she pouted.

Chris shook his head. Despite all the gorgeous women indulging their wildest fantasies all around them, despite all the crazed sexual encounters that he had been party to as the host of the Games, no one had ever turned him on like Diana.

"Well, maybe you should," she grinned. She put his dick in her mouth.

Chris moaned as she sucked him in long, slow strokes. She took him into her throat and gurgled. She pulled away.

"Lay down," Diana whispered.

She knew that the horny host had been dreaming of doing this since the Games had begun. As he got down onto the firm bed and lay on his back, she felt the anticipation undulating in every ounce of his naked, aroused body.

She got on top. She grasped his rock-hard wang. She felt it vibrate above his full, aching balls, and knew that he was close.

"Now fuck my married pussy," Diana said.

Diana didn't notice the other man, closing the distance behind her.

As she accepted the handsome host's cock from beneath her, she moaned in deep, satisfied pleasure. Chris grasped Diana's shapely ass, and plunged himself in to the hilt.

He was in ecstasy.

Karl hurriedly moved up behind Diana. He looked at the ticking countdown screen.

This was his chance.

There were just under fifteen minutes left on the clock. That was certainly enough time to get himself to cum inside the naughty hotwife, and, finally-claim the five-million-dollar prize!

Diana was in ecstasy as she bounced on Chris's cock. The eager co-host fucked her with unbridled speed, bucking her about like a feral bronco. It was an incredibly hot sight, no doubt priming both Diana and Karl for what was to come.

The second that Chris finished inside her, Karl would take her place, and deliver a prize-winning orgasm…

There was just one problem for the corpulent competitor.

Although he was inches behind Diana's sexy, bouncing ass and stroking his short, exceptionally fat cock… he couldn't get it hard.

Just like Rakesh in the Cum-Off round, nerves were getting the best of him.

He stared at Diana's beautiful, riding body and worked his dick.

He simply had to get harder…

The timer clicked its way downward…

-

Gael looked at the screen glowing in a corner of the room. Its glare shone holographically through the fast-thickening wall of smoke.

Upon it was the striking image of Diana, riding with abandon on Chris's cock.

The movie star coughed and sputtered as the congesting smoke curdled in the narrow room. The orange-blue flames licked their way up the walls. Sparks flew off the profusion of electrical equipment in crackling arcs all around the burning space.

Gael grimaced as eons of his obsessive ideating went up in the fire. But he knew it didn't matter-all that endless planning had been leading up to this very moment. The Hotwife Games was at its ultimate crescendo, and his rival was passed out behind him, slumped under an overhang of smoke and flames. Soon, that fire would consume him whole.

All Gael had left to do was to get to Diana-and make her his.

He wiped his watering eyes. He stumbled for the exit.

Then he realized that Rakesh's lifeless body was no longer there on the floor.

Suddenly, the skinny man burst through the curtain of smoke, screaming. In his hand was the metallic space heater.

Rakesh smashed it hard against Gael's skull.

The bulky actor wobbled. His eyes were wide and dazed.

Rakesh smashed his head again.

Like a felled oak, Gael toppled sideways. He smashed into the ground.

Rakesh tried to breathe, but the air was now noxious with black smoke. The room was furnace-hot as the fire crawled over its crammed interior. The young husband dripped in sweat.

Gael lay sideways on the floor. His eyes had shut. Blood pooled from the substantial wound on the side of his head.

Rakesh hacked and coughed as he stepped over the prone movie star. His eyes were cloudy with water and his lungs were fast filling with smoke. This wasn't the time to consider what he had just done.

His coughs turned into barks as he picked his way over the crawling flames, moving for the shut door. He caught a glimpse of the glowing monitor through the viscous gray smoke.

Diana was deliriously riding Chris while a crowd watched, masturbated, and cheered.

There was a rotund figure moving in behind her.

The figure was unmistakeable. Karl.

Karl had his cock in his hand.

There were ten minutes left on the timer.

Rakesh hacked black smoke, ducked his head down, and rushed out of the fiery room as a flaming ceiling beam crashed to the floor.

Chapter 22 - Fire Split
His wife has the orgy of her dreams, but there's a problem

EXT. GAEL'S KAMA'SUEH ESTATE. EVENING.

Smoke billows out in a ballistic cloud as Rakesh rushes through the door of the shed.

He buckles over, coughing and hacking phlegm. His bent form is framed by the incandescent doorframe, lit by the fiery inferno within.

Rakesh gulps fresh air. He turns, contemplating the fate of the man that he has left inside.

The flames are devouring the shed. He has no choice. He turns away.

He speeds in the direction of the lawns.

A WIDE SHOT of the flaming hut. As the fire whooshes and consumes our frame-

ONE HALF of our view PULLS with Rakesh. The other PUSHES into the billowing smoke.

We move into two real-time, continuous shots, splintering into a-

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SPLIT SCREEN:

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[LEFT SIDE]

Rakesh runs full-pelt towards Diana.

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[RIGHT SIDE]

CAMERA glides through the burning shed.

Through the suffocating smoke we find Gael, knocked out sideways on the floor.

Orange flames ripple across scorched paper. They lick at his face. His skin burns red. He is being cooked alive-unless he's already dead.

CAMERA TILTS to the monitor with a live view of The Hotwife Games.

On the screen:Diana's hands grip Chris's chest. She throws her head back and screams out in pleasure. Men all around are edging their own knobs, holding back and enjoying the hotwife's sensuous writhing.

CHRIS (ON SCREEN)

"Fuck-fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

On the screen:He pumps his hips hard and unloads a long pent-up orgasm into Diana.

DIANA (ON SCREEN)

"Yesss…"

On the screen: She moans out, leaning into him for a sensual kiss. Behind her, Karl moves in closer. He still isn't hard, but his fat cock is growing.

CAMERA travels slowly back to a comatose Gael.

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[LEFT SIDE]

Rakesh's all-out sprint finally reaches the tall gates of the lawns.

He catches his breath against the heavy wrought-iron. He pushes it open.

A mass of grinding, nude bodies fills his vision.

Men on women, women on women, men on men-every permutation of hot, fleshy abandon is being played out in a wild orgy across the torch-lit lawns.

The sexing forms seem to cluster heavily around a single nucleus at the grass's center. Rakesh intuits what this means.

Diana.

He rushes forward.

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[RIGHT SIDE]

We PUSH CLOSER on Gael's bleeding, scalded face on the burning floor.

PUSH CLOSER STILL.

CLOSER.

His eyes snap open.

-

[LEFT SIDE]

Rakesh's heart-rate matches the POUNDING tribal drums that suffuse the scene.

He pushes through naked bodies. Races over copulating couples, threesomes, and moresomes slathered over the grass.

He squeezes through a wall of men all facing a single point between them.

He sees her.

A different man is laying beneath Diana. She positions her dripping pussy over him and slides herself onto his cock.

Karl moves up and rubs his fat erection between her ass cheeks.

DIANA

(wriggling her hips)

"Take me… Double-stuff me, boys…"

Rakesh, wide-eyed, screams out.

RAKESH

"DIA-"

He does not finish.

He is grabbed. Something muzzles his mouth.

The CAMERA shakes violently-shuddering the left side of the screen into a blur of indiscernible activity.

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[RIGHT SIDE]

Gael gulps noxious air. Fighting to breathe.

The heat, the flames, the blood pouring over his face, and the searing pain-they all conspire to rouse him out of the dark.

He sputters and coughs. He bats at the fire crackling at his skin.

He hacks blood and black bile. He pulls on every resource inside of him. He forces himself up.

Inch by aching inch, he gets to his feet in the cloud of gray-black smoke.

When he turns, the orange fires spill light over his features.

Half of his face is charred. Patches of his nude body are blackened and scalded. A hellish wound gapes at his temples, spewing rivers of crimson blood that crawl down his chiseled features.

His burned lips curl into a snarl.

He scans the fiery floor. He sees what he's looking for.

Coughing, bleeding, doubled over in tremendous pain, he hobbles towards the subcompact pistol.

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[LEFT SIDE]

The CAMERA finally orients.

We find Rakesh bound tightly to a wooden chair. His arms are tied behind him. His mouth is gagged.

He struggles. His desperate yells are muffled by the gag.

Two burly SHOW ASSISTANTS behind him are moving away. From one of their earpieces comes the faint voice of Amelia from the control center-

AMELIA (V.O.)

"Nice work."

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[RIGHT SIDE]

Gael hobbles through the flaming hellscape of his once-secret den.

He lifts the gun with his fingertips, wincing at the hot metal grip.

Every flammable surface or object in the room is now aflame.

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[LEFT SIDE]

As Rakesh thrashes against his bonds, the CAMERA begins a SLOW PAN of the scene around him.

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[RIGHT SIDE]

CAMERA finds INSERTS on each artifact of Gael's obsession, burning into flames.

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[LEFT SIDE]

CAMERA PANS:

Some of the crowd notice Rakesh, bound to the chair. They nudge each other, bemused.

Another wild twist in the final stretch of the Games?

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[RIGHT SIDE]

Pictures of Diana-consumed in flames.

Photos of Rakesh-consumed in flames.

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[LEFT SIDE]

The 360-degree PAN finds Diana, mere feet away in the center of the circle.

She rides a man in the throes of intense pleasure. She hasn't clocked the presence of her captive husband.

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[RIGHT SIDE]

All Gael's elaborate plans erupt into fire.

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[LEFT SIDE]

Diana rides a buff stranger while another offers his cock into her mouth.

Behind her, Karl lustily squeezes his thick dick between her ass cheeks. His wide phallus is still semi-hard, and won't push into her puckered hole.

The CAMERA concludes its circle as CHLOE approaches Rakesh from behind.

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[RIGHT SIDE]

Slowly, staggering, horrifically burned and wounded, Gael lopes to the door of the firestormed shed.

He hurls himself into it. It crashes open.

Black smoke billows out in whorls.

He escapes.

-

[LEFT SIDE]

Chloe moves up in front of Rakesh. The perky blonde has a small, tight white dress on, along with her staple headset and clipboard.

CHLOE

(bites her lip)

"Sorry, Rakesh. We had to throw another wrench in."

(pause, a soft confession)

"We really didn't think you'd make it this close to the finish."

Rakesh's gaze RACKS to the countdown clock in the distance behind her. Another second drops.

Five minutes remain.

CHLOE

"Hey, at least I made 'em only knot below your elbows."

She smiles small, still clearly apologetic.

As the bound banker struggles against his ropes, Chloe sets her clipboard down beside him. She pulls a strap behind her dress and the skimpy outfit drops to the floor.

She's naked.

CHLOE

"And now, we can have some fun."

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[RIGHT SIDE]

Gael hobbles across his tropical estate.

Gun in hand, with half his skin singed to a darkening red crisp, his gait is staggered and slow.

But a fierce rage burns in his eyes.

CAMERA TILTS DOWN.

A dark, viscous trail of blood follows behind him.

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[LEFT SIDE]

Chloe smiles at Rakesh.

With enticing slowness, the beaming blonde sinks onto her knees. She puts her hands on Rakesh's bare thighs and spreads them apart. She looks at his cock, dangling semi-flaccid.

CHLOE

"I think it's time for you to cum."

She drags her nails up his thighs. His cock twitches with involuntary excitement.

He knows he's done for.

Rakesh gathers all his energy and shouts through the tight cloth gagging his mouth. The sound is muffled and unintelligible-

-but it has its intended effect.

It gets Diana's attention.

His beautiful wife draws the throbbing member from her mouth. She pauses her bucking hips over the stranger below her. Even Karl, feverishly trying to work his too-large dick into her from behind, stills his endeavors and looks toward Rakesh.

Diana's eyes balloon in surprise.

She takes in the sight of her husband, tied up, gagged, and desperately trying to tell her something as she is about to be double-penetrated.

DIANA

(grins)

"Ra… Relax, baby. We've won. You haven't cum in me, and you're not going to…"

Rakesh tries to yell through the gag, but the sound is a stifled moan. He tries to tell her with his eyes-You have it all wrong. They lied to you. Don't let Karl cum inside you or we lose itall.

Oh, and Gael is a psychopath.

Diana stares at him quizzically. Something is off. This isn't just him volunteering to be tied up and submitting to her erotic show. She senses his desperation. The way he's thrashing at his ropes. Even the Games' decision to tie him up minutes from the conclusion pricks at her unease-although she knows there's nothing new about them raising the stakes and humiliating him further for the sake of their hungry viewership.

No, there's something different in her husband's anguished eyes.

Chloe turns around in front of him. She grins wickedly at Diana, reaches forward, and grasps Rakesh's cock. He's hard.

CHLOE

"I think he likes the show…"

Diana smiles.

Of course. All this humiliation is merely turning on her naughty little cuckold…

DIANA

"He does, doesn't he?"

(to Rakesh)

"Then I think you should sit back, my love… let Chloe suck your cock… and watch your slut wife get triple-penetrated."

Diana wiggles her hips on the waiting cock below her. She looks over her shoulder at Karl.

DIANA

"Put that fat cock in my ass."

Diana's command gets him fully hard.

Karl groans and pushes the thick, full head of his cock into Diana's anus.

He drives in deeper and deeper, drawing a long, pleasured moan from her. He double-penetrates her with the hung stranger below. The man in front of her slams his big dick into her eager mouth.

Chloe sucks Rakesh's cock as his wife is triple-stuffed in front of him.

Rakesh cries through the rag in tortured pleasure.They're going to lose it all…

And ye he is irreversibly turned on…

His eyes dart around, desperate to avoid Diana's erotic show. And searching for some way to escape his bonds.

His gaze finally tilts down to his own left arm. An idea begins to brew in his eyes.

The timer trickles down. Three minutes remain.

-

[RIGHT SIDE]

Gael reaches the outer bounds of his mansion's lawns. Struggling, the blood leaking profusely from his wounds, he launches a shoulder at the gate. It swings open.

There is a demented glare in his eyes.

-

[LEFT SIDE]

The man below Diana pumps furiously into her pussy. Karl fucks her asshole harder and faster, his thick, wide cock spreading the tight hole to the maximum.

Diana draws the fat dick from her mouth and screams in indescribable pleasure. The cock in her hand erupts, lashing cum across her cheek.

Another man to her side groans at her depraved performance. Unable to control himself, he too sprays over her beautiful, slutty face.

Rakesh moans in twisted satisfaction. Chloe bobs her mouth faster, wetter, over his hard dick. He tilts his chair backward, as though attempting to escape the combined onslaught of her sloppy blowjob and the visual of his wife's nasty double-penetration.

Diana notices.

DIANA

"Watch me, love-Ugh. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-watch your whore wife take two cocks in her ass and pussy-Watch me suck all these men-cum for me!FUCK! Cum for me, Karl-Rakesh, cum for me while I make other men cu-MMMF!"

She is cut off by two strangers pushing their rods into her lips. She gleefully accepts both bulging cock-heads from either side, licking and sucking the men with instant abandon.

CAMERA draws back to a REAR WIDE ANGLE behind Rakesh's head, as he watches. His chair tilts back…

His wife is fucked in both holes in front of him. Karl's fat, sweaty body pumps faster in her ass, nearing his orgasm. The timer beyond them all drops below the two-minute mark.

CAMERA BOOMS LOWER AND LOWER. ZOOMING IN.

Down Rakesh's back, behind the tilting chair, CLOSER and CLOSER until we are TIGHT on his bound hands.

His fingers reach desperately down, trying to connect with the Lamy ink-tip pen attached to Chloe's clipboard…

-

[RIGHT SIDE]

Gael lopes across the sprawling lawn.

The gun swings in his hand. He hobbles through the decadent orgy, trailing garish blood between the writhing, copulating bodies. Everywhere, hot naked forms thrust and groan under the PULSATING BEAT.

People notice him. They gape, horrified.

-

[LEFT SIDE]

CLOSE: RAKESH'S FINGERS-stretching, reaching, for the sharp ink-tip pen…

CLOSE: CHLOE'S LIPS-moaning wetly, expertly, up and down his ramrod erection.

CLOSE: THE CHAIR'S LEGS-leaning further back, and further, threatening to snap from the strain.

Rakesh tilts back far. He reaches it. He wiggles his fingers. Finally, he grips the pen between his forefinger and middle finger. They coil around it.

STRANGER (O.S.)

"Oh fuck, Diana-FUCK!-I'm cumming-"

Rakesh's eyes snap to the stranger beneath Diana. He bucks his hips and ejaculates deep into her pussy.

Karl pumps her asshole. He groans. He isn't far behind…

He's seconds from stealing all five million dollars…

CLOSE: RAKESH'S FINGERS-He twists the Lamy pen till the nib contacts the ropes around his wrists. He angles it against them like a saw.

It's the ultra-sharp pen that cut into his arm early that afternoon. He hopes it can do the same with the ropes.

He begins to saw…

CMAERA PULLS OUT… back… and further back…

-

[RIGHT SIDE]

CAMERA PUSHES IN… and in…

TRACKING with Gael as he skulks bloodily through the naked throng. Audience members pause their fucking. They gaze on in horror.

Gael spots the crowd clustered around Diana.

-

[LEFT SIDE]

Our retreating CAMERA locates Gael…

-

[BOTH SIDES]

And the two shots seamlessly merge as one-

-

ENDING THE SPLIT SCREEN.

-

Gael moves in closer.

Rakesh saws at the ropes. Threads split and fray, the pen's sharp nib cutting its way through.

ONE MINUTE REMAINS on the timer.

Gael might have lost a gallon of blood, but something else altogether now pumps through his arteries. A snarl on his hemorrhaged face, he pulls standing men out of the way in front of him. He marches towards Diana.

FIFTY SECONDS.

A rope SNAPS loose. It's enough for Rakesh to hurriedly wriggle one hand through his bounds.

KARL

"Oh shit, you hot bitch-Take it, slut! Yes! YES!"

Karl bucks his meaty ass deep, groaning both from the blissful pleasure of fucking Diana's asshole, and the fact of his impending victory.

Diana is unaware of the latter. She pushes her willing ass back into him.

DIANA

(moaning around two cocks)

"Yesss…"

FORTY SECONDS.

Rakesh desperately uses one hand to free the other from the imprisoning rope.

The man below Diana, spent, pulls himself from her used pussy. It gives Karl more leverage to pump faster into her juicy rear.

Sweat beads on his forehead. He grips the hotwife's beautiful ass.

KARL

"Fuck yeah… Oh shit…"

THIRTY SECONDS.

KARL (CONT'D)

"I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna-Ohhh FUCK!"

Karls throws his head back. He relishes in Diana's tight asshole squeezing around the fat girth of his cock.

CLOSE-UP: His large, swollen balls pulse and slap Diana's juicy, freshly-fucked pussy lips. His sac draws up.

He can feel the cum bubbling up…

TWENTY SECONDS.

A blur of action.

Rakesh whisks his hands free. He pulls Chloe off his dick. He rises up and rushes over to his anally penetrated wife.

KARL

"Yesss-"

Rakesh grasps Karl around his torso and pulls the large man back with impossible, adrenal strength.

Karl whirls, mid-coitus, shocked. His fat cock draws up and smacks free of Diana's anus with a POP.

All eyes in the erotic sea around them settle onto the massive, angry wet head of the girthy member as it swings into the cool air.

EXTREME CLOSE-UP.

FIFTEEN SECONDS REMAIN.

But time seems to stop…

One question percolates across the voyeuristic crowd. The attention pools and spirals around the meaty dick-head at the very eye of this carnal tornado…

Did Karl already cum inside Diana?

Rakesh's gut plunges at the lewd sight of his opponent's big round cock-head. The bulging glans is slick and shiny.

It's over.

Karl has won the Hotwife Games.

Then the big man's dick explodes.

Fat, long-frothing ropes of cum spray over Diana's ass and back.

Karl moans a caterwaul of deep pleasure and mingled frustration as he coats the bending woman's back.

The copious load confirms one thing to the sea of horny onlookers: he did not shoot inside her.

TEN SECONDS slice downward.

Before she has fully registered what has happened, Rakesh swiftly turns Diana onto her back. She looks up with unbridled surprise.

Rakesh pushes his hard cock into his wife's cum-filled pussy.

EIGHT SECONDS.

DIANA

"Ra-what are you?-"

He thrusts into her.

DIANA

"We'll lose if you cum…"

SIX SECONDS.

Still gagged, Rakesh cannot explain that she has been duped. He can't explain all he's been through to get here. He merely looks into her eyes. He fucks his wife hard.

FIVE.

She nods. Wraps her arms around his neck.

DIANA

"Forget the prize money."

FOUR.

DIANA

"I just want you."

THREE.

DIANA

"Cum for me."

TWO.

Rakesh shuts his eyes.

ONE.

-

Rakesh cums deep inside Diana.

-

She arches her back. Her own orgasm spasms through her pleasure-racked body.

A slow eternity erupts from the midpoint of their conjoined sexes. A volcano of pleasure. Bliss explodes like a collapsing supernova and suspends the couple in an ecstasy beyond description and outside of time.

Rakesh unloads all his cum into Diana.

Hours elapse in the liminal, last second of the final challenge.

ZERO.

-

A prolonged, deep, satiated darkness.

-

The Vaibhavs have won the Hotwife Games.

Lightning FLASHES. The bulbous gray clouds that have been gathering CRACK in the darkness.

It starts to rain.

Rakesh's eyes finally shutter open. He finds the dreamy gaze of his wife below him.

She smiles, filled totally with his seed. She reaches up and draws his gag down over his mouth.

RAKESH

(whispers)

"We won."

She searches his face. She doesn't understand.

He nods, confirming it.

RAKESH

"We won."

Diana accepts this. Her eyes brim over. She kisses him deeply.

Then GUNFIRE cracks loudly in the air.

People scream. Bodies scatter.

Rakesh and Diana look over, panicked, as the naked crowd scrambles for cover.

Gael, burned and crazed, lumbers through the pouring rain like an approaching tank. He fires his crackling sub-compact Beretta around him.

His burnt, snarling lips bear blood-smeared teeth. His murderous gaze fixes directly on his target.

He's coming for Rakesh and Diana.

Chapter 23 - A Murder in Eros
A murder takes place at the finale of a kinky game show

A golden afternoon melts into lilac.

The sun begins a long, lazy descent into the Mediterranean.

All around the sea-facing hills, picturesque village homes are set ablaze in its warm sunset palette.

The last pages churn and emerge from the printer behind her. The time draws near.

She unlatches the heavy wooden door. She opens it and gazes down the winding cobblestones.

The two figures draw upward, closer, a pair of refracting silhouettes against the coming dusk. The larger man has both hands full with their daily catch. The smaller-built figure raises a hand in greeting.

She waves back.

She reflects, again, on how the two of them are here because the man she loved was murdered.

The soft stillness of the evening closes in like a hug.

-

HARD CUT:

-

Chaos exploded over the fire-lit lawns like the dawn of a season in hell.

Nude crowds around Gael's sprawling island estate, immersed only seconds ago in bacchanalian bliss, screamed and scattered in terrified horror. Gunshots rang out into the tropical air, each report a chilling crack in the rainy night.

Gael stalked through the dispersing bodies, his gun raised, fiery eyes set in a grotesquely burned, bleeding visage.

He spotted Diana and Rakesh disentangling on a silken bed. He trained his gun in their direction.

Crack. He fired. He was just far enough to miss by inches.

"This," the wounded movie star said, hobbling closer over the wet grass, "Is not over!"

Diana pulled to her feet, her hands out in an implying protest. The shock at seeing him like this-his marred face, his frightening apoplexy-addled her senses.

"Gael-Wait.Wait-"

"You think you've won, don't you?" Gael limped forward, gun pointed. "You think this is where you two go and live happily ever after…"

Rakesh had stayed put on the mattress, on his hands and knees, a crouching animal ready to pounce. Gael narrowed in, his mangled red features a satanic sight in the flickering torch-light. The fires were dampening, one by one, in the rain, and darkness was encroaching. Rakesh moved imperceptibly closer to the edge of the bed.

"Fuck your 'happy ever after'."

Gael was done talking. He fired the gun.

Rakesh dodged the shot just in time. He leapt for the Lamy pen he'd used to saw his ropes.

Unlike Gael, the young banker wasn't wounded. The advantage in speed gave Rakesh the edge. He yelled out, leaped, and sunk the razor-sharp pen tip into Gael's calf.

Gael screamed in pain. He hobbled over. He clutched the Beretta firmly.

Rakesh leapt up, grasped Diana by the hand, and the pair began to run.

"The speedboat," Rakesh heaved, as they sprinted through the thinning throng. "On the other side of the house."

-

CAMERAWORK is all HAND-HELD. Jagged. Rapid whips.

Lightning explodes in sharp, electric arcs, illuminating the tropical estate around them.

Diana and Rakesh run full-pelt in the rain.

CUT:

Behind them, Gael lopes, a determined, hunched form in the flashing storm.

He's horrifically scalded and wounded, but pure adrenaline scorches through his arteries, powering him forward. He moves faster and faster.

-

The couple arced around the estate, threw open the side gate, and entered the outdoor deck. They moved rapidly, soaked by the pouring rain, circling the pool and the limestone hot tub. They beelined for the periphery of the sea, where the speedboat was parked.

When they got there, there was a problem.

There was no boat to be found.

"Shit," swore Rakesh, "It was here. I know it was here!"

The two moved along the ocean-front, frantically scanning for the speedboat they knew they'd seen anchored there last night.

Diana's heart raced. She was still rattled from the sudden turn of events, along with the gory, shocking sight of Gael, and the demented glaze in her ex-boyfriend's eyes.

Leaves rustled behind them, and she gave another start.

Gael pushed his muscled frame through a wall of laurel hedges that lined the side of the pool opposite from the gate the couple had entered. He shuffled onto the deck, spilling fresh blood. The gun hung loosely at his side.

Rakesh was astonished. How had the wounded star caught up so quickly?

"Thought you'd end up here," snarled Gael. He lumbered forward. "Luckily, I know all the shortcuts."

Rakesh's sight dropped uneasily to the Beretta in Gael's fist. With his peripheral vision, he scanned the terrain around them. There was the wide open pool deck spittled by rain, with nowhere to hide. Behind him, he felt the expanse of the ocean, churning cold and deep in the unforgiving storm.

They had no way out.

"So you lied," Gael said to Diana, closing the distance one hobbled, bloodied step at a time. Before he fired his pistol again, he needed to speak his piece. "You told me you loved me. Said you loved us both. And now you're running off with him."

"I-What happened to you?" Diana was still reeling. The stunning sight of his burned, hemorrhaged face and body were only part of the horror; it was the psychotic rage that filmed over his eyes that shook her most.

She had seen hints of that look before, far back in their relationship when he had flown into his jealous fits. But he had never seemed this terrifying.

"He's a monster," said Rakesh, his eyes never leaving the star's lurching form. "I saw his plans. He planned to kill me all along."

Diana's eyes stretched, snapping from one man to the other.

"But you stopped that happening," Gael snarled. "You stopped me and left me to burn in my shed. Left me to die. All to get your lying wife to yourself-plus the five million."

Gael was coming past the hot tub, and only twenty feet remained between him and the couple. The gun was still brandished at his side.

If he shot now, he'd have a strong chance of making his target.

He loped forward. They were going nowhere. He wanted more than a chance.

"There's a price for all that." Now Gael raised his gun.

Rakesh moved, instinctively, to shield his wife.

"Your life."

Instead, Diana stepped in front of him.

"You're wrong," she said.

"Diana, don-"

"Shut your fucking face,Rakesh."

Her frigid words stunned both the others. Gael stopped in his tracks, gun still flexed in their direction.

Rain sluiced over their naked bodies. The downpour was now at its strongest. Diana turned contemptuously to her husband.

"He's wrong because I wasn'tlying," she said.

Both the men stood, staring. She turned back towards Gael.

"I do love you."

-

The rapid patter of rain RISES on the soundtrack. Heady. Overpowering.

-

The men stared.

The downpour gushed over Diana's hair. She drew the shining wet strands back over her ears. She took a small step forward.

"Did you really think I was going to leave with him?" she asked Gael.

Lightning flashed.

She seemed to twist her hips ever-so-slightly, and both men's eyes dropped to her perfect body, captured in the strobing light-Gael's view from in front of her, Rakesh from the back.

She could feel their stares. Even in the bizarre duress of this intensified moment, she knew how magnetic she was capable of being. Both the men noticed as Diana took another dripping step forward, water cascading down her naked curves.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" asked Rakesh.

"I thought I told you," Diana replied in a voice of slivered ice. Her sultry eyes were still fixated on Gael. "Toshut your fucking face."

Lightning flashed. Diana took another step forward. She was halfway between the men.

Gael held his pistol steady.

"No. Answer him," Gael said. "What are you talking about?"

A pause.

"After we won the Games," she replied. Sheets of rain showered over her, shining off her tan, naked skin. "I sure as hell wasn't going to waste five million dollars going back to my boring old life."

She turned halfway. She glanced at her husband. A disbelieving crease corrugated his forehead.

"I meant what I said in the shower this morning." She turned her head back to Gael. "I wantyou. Not him."

Lightning flashed again. Diana's unearthly silhouette was stunning against the bursting light.

She was fully aware of it. Both men took in her curvaceous profile.

Diana took another step closer to Gael.

"You remember what I said…"

Her eyes were locked on the disfigured star's. Her hands trailed slowly, almost imperceptibly, up her sides. She didn't look down, but she could feel the growing heat of Gael's arousal.

"I love you," she said. There was a sincere, irresistible purr of emotion under the words.

Instinctively, Gael's gun hand lowered slightly. Diana was only a couple feet away now.

Lightning cracked again.

From behind her, Rakesh watched his beautiful naked wife move closer to Gael in the pouring rain. His fists clenched tight. His limbs began to shiver in the tropical shower.

He could not comprehend just what was happening. He didn't want to believe it.

"Diana-" he said shakily.

She whipped around. Her face was snarled with menace. Rakesh had never seen her like this.

"I'll say it for the last time," Diana spat at the man she had married. "Shut your fucking mouth… Or I'll tell him to shoot you right now."

To both their surprise, Gael simply raised his pistol again. Pointed past Diana, aimed at Rakesh.

"That's what I'll do anyway."

Diana placed a soft hand on Gael's forearm.

"Gael," she said.

"If you think you can fool me, like your goddamn husband with his pathetic begging," Gael batted her hand off with an angry, charred paw. "You got another thing coming-"

"Look," Diana glanced at Rakesh, then moved in front of the gun. She lowered her voice so only Gael could hear it under the whooshing storm.

"I want you to kill him."

Rakesh craned his ears from his position behind her, but the half-whisper didn't carry. His mind began to race.

"I want him dead. So I can be withjustyou." Diana's eyes were large, urgent.

Gael registered her slowly and silently. His monstrously scarred brow narrowed in. Despite the pain shooting across his extremities, a small trembling jolt of joy surged in his heart.

"But you know what turns me on more than anything else… " Diana's voice dropped to a sultry murmur.

The wet vixen curled her body closer, drawing Gael's attention to her rain-slicked curves. She moved up, pressing hotly along his stretched arm. The sub-compact Beretta was still trained on Rakesh.

She pressed her soaking nakedness against Gael's chest. She was inches from his face.

"Humiliating that fucking cuck… " she whispered.

Rakesh watched with clutching dread as his wife pushed herself into Gael's naked embrace, speaking softly to him all the while. The gun was still pointed firmly in Rakesh's direction.

"Keep the gun in your hand," Diana whispered, further setting Gael's mind at ease about her intentions.

She leaned forward and kissed him passionately.

Searing pain torched through Gael's face and body, both from the heated kiss on his charred lips, and from Diana's soft skin pressing at his freshly burned flesh.

He didn't give a fuck. He felt her pure, hungry love emanating over him.

The woman of his dreams was finally his…

When the fiery kiss ended, Diana turned sideways against her ex's body. She gazed across the stormy deck at her poor husband. Cruelty simmered in her eyes.

This time she spoke loud enough for him to hear her, even as thunder crackled overhead.

"Before you kill him," she said to Gael. "Let him watch one last time…"

With that she grinned at Rakesh. It was a smile of pure evil.

She slid her wet body down Gael's anterior and sunk to her knees.

Rakesh felt himself dissociate. He watched with clammy palms and hollow innards, sensing an urge to rush straight at the pair and a simultaneous clamping of his bare feet on the soaking ground.

A bum-rush would have had no happy outcome, anyway. Gael's gun was locked on target. He would have been dead in seconds.

He had no choice but to stand there with a racing heart. He had to simply watch the final show of his life.

Rakesh noted a sheen in Diana's eyes that seemed to glow even through the coating rain. Kneeling, she looked at her husband and reached for Gael's cock.

The massive rod hung low between his thighs, semi-hard. It was unscathed from the fire. To the hotwife, it was as beautiful as ever.

She wrapped one wet hand around it.

"Look, lover," Diana said in a teasing tone to Rakesh. "Look at this big, hard cock for the last time…"

Rakesh swallowed hard. All sensation slammed back into his body. It was at that moment he knew that what was happening was real.

Once she made Gael cum, Rakesh was done for.

With slow, gentle strokes, Diana brought her ex's member to life between her wet fingers. All the while, she kept her cruel eyes focused on her husband.

His face was a mask of pain. He stared steadily at his wife with sustained disbelief.

And yet… he hated himself for it, loathed the responses of his physiology… he felt his cock stir as he watched her.

How the fuck was he growing excited, staring down the barrel of the gun that was going to spell his demise?

The answer was simple. In the stormy milieu fifteen feet away, Diana was a sexy, rain-drenched vision on her knees. An evil, sexual succubus. The naughty, naked wife massaged Gael's cock, turning to watch as it firmed to its full, gloriously impressive shape.

"Mmm… yessss," she moaned.

She leaned in. She laved his hefty, wet balls with the tip of her tongue. Gael groaned, a slight wince of corporeal pain coloring his pleasure. The Beretta wavered briefly in his grasp.

"Look at that, Rakesh," Diana moaned back at her husband, stroking the growing monster faster. "See that huge fucking cock? I love his cock… I love him… Fuckyou…"

Rakesh's nails dug into his palms. This was far from the first time Diana had humiliated him, but this was a different level altogether. This was the ultimate cuckolding…

The final time before his wife's lover killed him.

Diana licked her way up Gael's large balls. She dragged the bottom of her tongue up the length of his shaft. Gael shut his eyes and groaned.

Lightning cracked again. Thunder rumbled. Somewhere on the island, there rose the distant sound of motored vehicles and a filtered voice on a speaker system. The Games must have rallied together some sort of emergency response after the chaos of the shooting. Maybe a security team would find them here.

Would they be in time to save Rakesh's life?

The prospect dimmed quickly to zero. Diana teased Gael further with a practiced swirl of her lips around his cock-head. She bobbed her mouth on the movie star's massive organ. He groaned. Then she looked up with anxious, hot eyes.

She was so fucking beautiful with his cock in her mouth. She drew moistily off of it.

"I'm going to be sucking this big fat dick for the rest of my life… and fucking it… and taking your cum…"

With that, she bent forward and slid her lips all the way over him. She knew she was the only woman Gael had ever met in his prolific sex life who could deep-throat him, and she knew just the reaction it would elicit.

She was on the money. He threw his head back. He swore out. His right hand swung down involuntarily, dangling the gun at his side.

Rakesh noticed. He had no plan to speak of, but without the weapon pointing straight at him, a prick of hope urged at his instincts. Lightning flashed, and he edged a step closer.

Diana sucked Gael's cock with hungry, restless abandon. She fingered his giant balls.

The adrenaline of the tortuous evening must have pumped Gael to the brink, because she felt the hefty nads dance in her hand. He was close.

She slobbered off his shaft, letting it bounce heavily in the rain. She noticed the gun, now held loosely near the side of her face.

She turned, once again, to glance at Rakesh.

The first thing she perceived was that he had moved in closer. The second was that his cock was protruding straight up from his crotch.

"Oh my gosh," she said. Gael hard cock rested on her cheek while an evil little giggle escaped her lips. "Look how hard you are… you pathetic little cuck."

Rakesh breathed heavily as his kneeling wife humiliated him. He couldn't possibly explain his tortured depravity. His dick only pulsed harder in the rain.

"Look at my husband's little dick," she said to Gael. "Soon you're going to kill that little-dicked loser… just for me…"

A grin spread, twisted and scorched, across Gael's marred features. Diana was right: itwasa lot more fun to torture her husband one final time before pulling the trigger. They were going to have a delightful life together…

"He's sooo much smaller than you," she teased, letting each word corkscrew into Rakesh's chest.

She turned her head to the sub-compact pistol swinging by her side.

"Even this gun is bigger than that pathetic cock."

Her tongue stole out while she looked at her husband. She slid its wet tip up along the gleaming steel barrel.

"I'd rather suck this than your cock, Rakesh," she said between titillating licks along the steel weapon. "That's right… Mmmm… I'd rather suck the fucking thing he's going to shoot you with…"

Lightning. A crash of thunder.

Rakesh kept his unblinking eyes on the sordid tableau before him, and inched forward.

"But why would I do that?" Diana returned her eyes to Gael's. She let her hand snake back around his hard phallus. "When I have this gorgeous cock… to lick…"

She sluiced her tongue further up the gun barrel, eyes locked on Gael's.

To the movie star, it was a sinful, compelling sight, more electrifying than any image from one of his films. His beautiful ex-girlfriend-soon to behis,hispartner,hislover forever-was on her knees before him, nude in the showering rain. His giant erection was in her hand. She was gazing up with munificent love in her eyes, running her tongue up the cold steel of the pistol between his fingers.

Gael cackled out loud. Diana was his wicked, sexy bitch… taking such a perverse glee in fellating the weapon that would soon murder her husband…

She licked all the way up the barrel. She stroked Gael gently as her tongue neared the rear sight atop the grip.

"It's your cock I love," she breathed, massaging him faster. "Your beautiful balls…"

Her tongue traveled around the slide stop and curled wetly down to the trigger guard-the "balls" of this simulated cock.

"I love your balls," Diana whispered naughtily.

She kept her eyes on Gael and her grip on his dick. She began to lick his index finger, held tight against the gun's trigger.

The slippery sensation caught him off-guard. Diana's tongue tickled his skin.

His grip loosened. The trigger guard slipped between his fingers.

Diana wrenched at his cock like a twist-off bottle-cap.

Gael screamed in ungodly pain as she grabbed the pistol. She hurled it hard, behind her.

"Run!" she screamed to Rakesh. "Call them here! Security-the cops-get help! Whoever!"

She scrambled backwards as Gael doubled over, clutching at a crotch that now ached as profusely as his other wounds. His cock was bleeding.

But he was still a massively built man with a crazed streak, and, gun or no gun, Diana knew he was a dangerous quantity to contend with.

Gael's body seared with pain.

He looked up in shock. His heart, broken anew, pained worse.

Close behind Diana, Rakesh's voice sounded up against the battering rain.

"We don't need help," Rakesh said flatly.

Diana turned from her crouch on the floor. Gael looked up.

Rakesh held the pistol in his right hand. It was pointed at Gael.

Tropical rain cascaded over the banker's grim expression. Diana felt a cold shiver slip down her spine as she beheld her husband's eyes.

A million impressions collected and dispersed across Gael's distorted features. The stabbing realization of Diana's betrayal… the wan comprehension that the shoe was now firmly on the other foot… and a sudden, cowering desperation to live…

He straightened up and held his hands pleadingly to Rakesh.

"Wait-wai-"

BRAM!

The gunshot crashed in the rainy air and time stood still.

Gael was stunned.

Rakesh squeezed the trigger a second time.

Fresh crimson exploded from Gael's chest.

He staggered back. His eyes were glazed with shock as he lost agency over his body. His muscled, naked form lumbered spastically backwards as he looked with marbled eyes from Rakesh to Diana, and back.

His shins hit the stone edge of the large hot tub.

Rakesh's brow set in an unforgiving cast. He depressed the trigger again. A third shot blasted into Gael's chest.

The star stumbled back, fell over the lip of the tub, and crashed into its rain-rippled waters.

A long, wordless swatch of time drew out on the stormy deck. Eventually, the pistol dropped from Rakesh's fingers. It fell to the puddled ground with a splash.

The sounds of chaotic, approaching voices drew closer, and then they heard a door crash open inside the mansion.

"This is Hotwife Games security," came a tinny, speaker voice muffled by the distance. "If you are inside, discard your weapon. We are armed and approaching."

Diana and Rakesh looked at one another. They looked at the body floating, face up, in the tub.

They would be here soon, searching for Gael. They'd find his corpse, a murder weapon… and the two of them, unscathed.

Diana stood, staring at her husband as though seeing him for the first time. They looked at each other in silence through the pouring rain.

They closed the distance and clutched each other tightly.

The chaos inside the mansion intensified. Doors were smashing open. Bodies were moving. The noise grew closer still.

"I killed him," Rakesh said. It was obvious. He just needed to state the fact out loud.

"Yes," Diana responded. She pressed against his chest. Her eyes were on the hot tub, its underlit waters half-shadowed by the shape of Gael's body. "What do we do now?"

"I'll tell them I did it."

Diana pulled back. She looked at Rakesh, hope in her eyes.

"It was self-defense," she affirmed. "They all saw him shooting out on the lawns."

"Until they find his shed. Or whatever remains of it. I can't explain it now, but-it's gonna look like I left him to burn. Which… I did." Rakesh shook his head. "I shot him three times. You and I aren't even wounded… even if they buy it, I'm going away for a long time."

Rakesh and Diana looked at each other. Their eyes shone through the curtain of precipitation.

The sounds of the intruding guards moved closer through the house.

Their faces smashed together. They kissed, desperately and passionately, a pair whose love had never felt stronger than in this unforgiving moment. A couple who would soon be wrenched apart by a force much larger than them.

Then another sound materialized in contrast to the disturbance inside the house.

The rapid thudding of a speedboat on the sea.

Chapter 24 - Return of the Bearded Man
An unexpected visitor shows up at the island

A silver-gray AMG 515 cigarette boat bounces over the Pacific, frothing white surf in the night sea.

It slows, gradually, and pulls up to the deck. It steers in and a figure alights.

The BEARDED MAN ducks the hood of his raincoat and pushes open the gate. He steps onto the lawn, closes the gate, turns, and stops.

He stares at Rakesh and Diana.

-

"Benny," said Diana.

Rakesh looked at his wife, nonplussed. How did she know this bearded figure?

The man stepped closer.

"Benny, what-what are you doing here?"

Gael's best friend held up his phone. It was dead.

"I was looking for a phone charger," Benny replied. "Where's-"

His gaze traveled from the naked couple to the bloody red trail rippling in the puddled floor.

The two looked uneasily at each other. They saw Benny's gaze focus beyond them both, following the blood to the hot tub. The once-bluish glow emanating from the water had turned pink.

Gael's blood spread across the tub around his corpse.

"Look," Diana began. Her words trailed away as fast as she had started. There was no dignified explanation.

"I killed him," Rakesh said. "I know how it looks, but I'm going-"

"Don't say it," said Benny K. Then the bearded man surprised them both. "I understand. Get in the boat."

Diana and Rakesh stared. They looked at each other.

"I know he was planning to kill you," Benny said.

-

FLASH!

EXT. KAMA'SUEH ISLAND-THAT MORNING

The bearded man we saw on his morning jog-BENNY-sees the electrical shed.

-

"I only found out today."

-

FLASH!

INT. ELECTRICAL SHED-THAT MORNING

CAMERA rotates a slow 360 degrees. Benny stares at the walls.

When we see the scene this time, we CUT TO the REVERSE:

The endless papers, scrawls, maps, and plans… the pictures of Diana… an unsettling avalanche of mementos from a lost time.

The handiwork of a decades-long obsession…

-

"'Course, I always knew he still loved you," Benny told Diana.

-

FLASH!

As he swirls in growing horror, Benny picks up a recurring motif in the sickening mosaic.

Several photos of Rakesh dot the wall. Most have been scrawled on, with ink.

Some with a large 'X'. Some with a hand-drawn target. Some with a cartoonishly sketched knife, slashing Rakesh's throat.

-

"I know that he came to the Games to get you back," Benny told Diana. "To make you his again.Onlyhis."

-

FLASH!

Benny's eyes land on the low walnut desk.

BENNY (V.O.)

"But what terrified me…

TILT DOWN. He sees the sub-compact Beretta pistol.

BENNY (V.O.)

"Was when I realizedhow."

CUT TO:

EXT. KAMA'SUEH SHORE-AFTERNOON

Benny's silver-gray cigarette boat careens off over the sea.

BENNY (V.O.)

"I thought about getting security. But nearly everyone at the Games is on Gael's payroll. I didn't know who to trust."

A HIGH ANGLE:

Rakesh, at a hilly peak with a view of the Kraftbank building, looks out to sea.

He frowns. Why would someone be leaving the island, halfway through the final challenge?

BENNY (V.O.)

"I figured I'd get the local cops from Isla Miranda."

THE SPEEDBOAT

rides fast over the open ocean.

BENNY (V.O.)

"I gathered from his plans thatsomethingwas going to happen at today's challenge. I thought he was going to kill you."

Benny squints at his phone as it reflects the harsh afternoon sun. Its screen shows a red path line on an oceanic navigation app.

BENNY (V.O.)

"I had just enough time to get to Miranda and get back, with help, before the challenge ended."

(beat)

"There was a problem."

His phone battery dies.

The screen flickers off. Benny looks up. The massive Pacific looms around him.

BENNY

"Fuck!"

He keeps gunning the accelerator. Quickly he realizes he has no idea if he's oriented the right way.

BENNY

"Fuck! FUCK! Why do I do this? Why do I never charge my phone enough? FUCK!"

CUT TO:

HIGH OCEAN

The boat swerves in uncertain circles. Benny looks at the sky.

Storm clouds gather, thickening. A light drizzle begins. Evening closes in.

He panics. He U-turns. He hits the accelerator.

TIME LAPSE. Dark clouds swirl in the dusk. The rainy evening blurs to night.

Benny speeds across the sea, hoping for the best. He sees a distant ribbon of torchlight.

He hurriedly turns the boat towards the lights. He heads back for the Kama'sueh shoreline.

He speeds past frame, leaving us in the coming-

DARK.

BENNY (V.O.)

"Gael was my friend."

FADE UP FROM THE VOID:

A thin plume of steam. Another joins it. Another.

BOOM SLOWLY DOWNWARD to reveal their source: The Edgemont hot tub.

Many, many long nights ago…

A YOUNG DIANA makes love to a college friend.

PULL SLOWLY BACK…

BENNY (V.O.)

"But I lost the real Gael years ago."

…our VIEW settling behind a YOUNG GAEL, watching the hot tub from the shadows.

MATCH FADE:

The identical tub at Gael's Kama'sueh estate. Surrounded in opulence. Incandescent with crimson.

PULL SLOWLY BACK…

-

All three looked wanly at the grisly murder scene.

A sharp crash interrupted their reverie. A French window smashed open on one side of the mansion. The guards must have seen them out there.

"For the love of… Get in the boat!" Benny yelled.

-

The dark Pacific.

A silvery AMG 515 cigarette boat speeds off over it.

Rakesh and Diana pull towels over their drenched, naked bodies. Rakesh wraps an arm around her.

Benny steers.

The boat rockets over the black surf, traveling fast with no certain destination.

Rakesh shifts uncomfortably. He reaches beneath him and finds something lodged in the bucket seat under his butt.

It's Benny's phone charger.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN.

A BIRD'S EYE VIEW.

EXT. POOL DECK OF THE KAMA'SUEH ESTATE. SOME HOURS LATER.

Gael's bloodied corpse floats in the hot tub.

His skin is bloated and grotesque. His ravaged face is pale.

The waters are wholly rouge with blood.

FLASHBULBS explode.

Police photographers snap photographs. Swarms of Isla Miranda authorities cluster and work.

Behind a roped periphery, the crowd from the Games huddles in their robes, watching.

Our overhead view begins to drop CLOSER… and CLOSER… and CLOSER…

Narrowing in on Gael. A figure trapped in the amnion of its own obsession.

His once-handsome features are burned, mangled, lacerated. A hideous mask of death.

Only the silvery genetic defect in his right iris gleams, the same as it did in life.

His dead eyes stare right at us.

FADE TO BLACK.

Chapter 25 - Exit Music
The final chapter—with one last twist

They scoured the ocean all night. By sunrise, the boat was sputtering through the last dregs of its fuel tank. Against the purple dawn, they spotted the peaks of the Miranda archipelago.

They were drawn from sleeplessness and adrenal fatigue, but Benny knew where to go.

The coral-ringed central isle housed a small but fully equipped aircraft facility. The hangar held a private Gulfstream G650. It was owned by Gael.

A pair of middle-aged pilots who asked no questions and spoke little English took them aboard. By afternoon, they left for Sicily.

They crashed into an airborne slumber. They alighted in a Southern port city. The ease of their entry surprised Diana and Rakesh, but Benny had assured them of a smooth admission. It was a thinly concealed secret that the super-rich navigate the world differently than the rest. Fixed-base operators never ask for a passport, let alone a visa.

For a couple fleeing a grisly murder scene that would explode into a global scandal, the anonymity was perfect.

They rode a public bus down the coast. It was a six-hour drive.

They sat in the back row of the nearly empty vehicle. Occasionally, a passenger or two from the rural outskirts would step on board, keep to themselves, and alight at their stops in small, coastal villages.

As the bus turned past Noto, the collective weight of the last three days crashed over the couple like a tidal wave.

Diana and Rakesh reeled from her rapid, tumultuous love affair with Gael. They were rocked by the movie star's hot-blooded murder-his blood still fresh on Rakesh's hands. Benny, too, felt a conflicting grief at losing his oldest friend-although he knew he was really only grieving the person he had thought his friend to be. And then there was the aftershock of the Hotwife Games-a spiritual and emotional erotic odyssey that the pair had, at a humongous cost, actually won.

"What happens to the five million dollars?" Diana asked as the bus rounded the sun-spackled outskirts of Ispica.

"You could go back to claim it. Legally, I'm sure it belongs to you," Benny said. "Of course, legally, Rakesh is probably going to jail for life."

Through his bushy beard, Benny gave a small, grim smile.

"When we get to the village, I'd think about new names. New identities," he went on. "It's a small fishing hamlet, and the locals mostly mind their own business. But I'd be cautious."

"So we're going into hiding," Rakesh said rhetorically, gazing at the passing Mediterranean countryside. "For the rest of our lives. We'll never be able to-"

A small brain-wave washed over his face.

"Wait. No, we will. My work credentials-I still have access to the KraftBank server! If there's internet in the village, I can transfer our funds invisibly. Wipe all trace of our accounts. That'll tide us over-at least a few months until we-"

"I wouldn't worry about finances," said Benny.

The couple looked at him.

"Whose villa do you think we're going to?" Benny asked. "He owned properties all around the world. A lot of them in secret. Different names, different organizations and title-holders. I was his financial manager. He trusted me with them all." Benny gave a sad little shrug. "You won five million dollars. Gael was worth five hundred million."

Benny looked back at the pair.

"I figure, after what he put you through, you deserve at least a chunk of that."

Diana stared at Benny. He never had to help them flee in the first place. Now he was going out of his way to set them up for the rest of their lives. Gratitude poured out of her eyes.

"I'm so fucking glad you never charge your phone," Diana said.

She chewed her lip in contemplation. She looked about the bus. The few others who had come aboard had already alighted at their various rural destinations.

In the back row, they were shielded by the other seats. Should the bus driver cast a glance into his rear-view mirror, he wouldn't see her if she lowered her head enough.

Diana whispered in her husband's ear.

The hairs on his neck stood up. He looked back at her, his eyes gleaming with surprise.

Slowly, Rakesh nodded his head.

Diana turned to Benny, who was seated on her other side.

"You know, Benny, all the way back in college, when I was dating Gael… I saw how you looked at me."

Benny was flummoxed. She put a hand over his chest and gazed at him. Completely sincere.

"You're an incredible human being. We can never thank you enough for what you've done," she said.

Her hand traveled softly down his sternum. Benny gasped as she began to unbuckle his jeans.

"But I can try."

Rakesh watched Diana fish Benny's fast-stiffening dick from his boxers. He watched as she bent down and put the thick member in her wet mouth.

Benny flung his head back, fighting the urge to groan out loud as a fantasy he'd nurtured for years was coming true at last.

Rakesh knew Diana was going to fuck Benny, right there, right on the bus seat in front of him. His own cock hardened and he took it out of his pants, too.

Rakesh had to shake his head in amazement. Despite all they had been through; despite the fact that their entire existence had shape-shifted, never to be the same again-his wife still had to suck and fuck another man in front of him.

It only hardened his erection.

Diana was always going to be his naughty little hotwife.

-

The scandal of Gael's murder rippled across the globe in a media shockwave.

Piece by piece, the hidden chain of events that had led to the movie star's demise began to emerge.

Rakesh and Diana became internationally wanted criminals.

The existence and architecture of The Hotwife Games surfaced into public knowledge. Footage of the contests, once firewalled to all but a hungry, clandestine streaming audience, spread widely on the internet.

Pundits furiously and thoroughly condemned the Games' existence. Terms like "the fall of Western civilization" figured into vehement rants about morality and fidelity. Diana was branded every polite spin on the phrase "black-widow whore", and Rakesh was tarred and feathered as a murderous cuckold.

The public ate it up. They were outraged, intrigued, titillated.

But a tantalizing hole burned at the center of the uproar…

With the fleeing couple at large, the crime was still technically unsolved. They had Gael's bullet-riddled body, hours of footage of the Games, and the scorched husk of an electrical shed.

What no one could ascertain was the inciting moment or cause of the murder. What had caused Gael, or Rakesh, or Diana, or all three, after all that sexual interaction together at the Games, to suddenly snap?

A Hotwife Games security guard swore to have seen a "Third Man" as the couple departed in a speedboat. His eye-line was compromised by the raging storm, and his testimony treated as iffy. Then small fragments of Gael's obsessive mementoes emerged from the shed's rubble, deepening the mystery. Conspiracy theories abounded.

Benjamin Khalif, Gael's best friend, had always stayed out of the public eye. Now he issued a brief statement through his attorney, asking for privacy in his grief. He moved to a quiet flat near the beach a few kilometers south of Goa, India, far from the prying media. The mystery persisted.

The posthumous release of Gael's last film broke box-office records.

And his murder cast an inescapable shadow on a show that would forever be linked to the bloody slaying.

The Hotwife Games was shut down forever.

-

They moved into Gael's cozy cliffside villa. Quietly, they settled into the glacial pace of life in the little seafront village. They lay low.

Over the summer months, the media circus eventually crested, and rolled over.

Diana found out she was pregnant.

Happy years passed. A quiet life. A deep one.

No dazzling spotlights, just the languorous satisfaction of raising a small family in a simple, ancestral fashion.

Their son grew up. They entered their middle age.

The Hotwife Games were now a minuscule, historical blip, a distant echo in the faraway annals of their lives.

Then the past came calling.

-

When Gael died, Lawrence Änswer made out like a robber baron.

He was both the chief investor and executive producer of The Whiskey Phantom, the last film Gael had made before his passing. The posthumous release was a cultural explosion. Gael was acclaimed as a genius-a haunted, disturbed, and enigmatic Orpheus for our times. The movie went stratospheric.

Larry made more money that year than the gross earnings of every other independent producer in town, combined. In the gladiatorial, dick-swinging hallways of Hollywood, Änswer's cock was swinging the lowest.

He soaked it all in. He basked brightest in the hot, jealous stares of his rival producers, as he'd waltz past at some Hollywood gala with one stunning young actress on his arm after the next. He bought an island near Fiji. He became part-owner of a major football team. He took long, decadent, sex-fueled vacations in the South of France, at historic palaces around Asia, or aboard his new 100-meter Lürssen superyacht.

He partied nightly, and partied hard. His bourbon, cocaine, methamphetamine, oxycodone, and Cialis habits accelerated simultaneously.

It was a familiar story. The elephantine nest egg born out of Gael's murder began to shrivel. Hundreds of millions of dollars steadily torched into vapor.

He announced a new production banner. He combined his name with the late star's in a portmanteau he claimed was a tribute to the actor who was his dear friend. He called the company "Gael's Änswer". The announcement was met with universal scorn.

The Hollywood trades sat up eagerly, curious to see if Änswer could hack a grand comeback sans Gael.

One of the six films he released nearly recouped its budget. The others were dismal flops.

Änswer's fiery bravado in the press was seen for what it was: the straining death-cries of a man who had once had everything and was swiftly losing it all.

Larry sunk deeper. The partygoers withered, but the partying continued. He was no longer at fancy premieres with ravishing supermodels on his arm. He was in seedy East Hollywood motels, paying a couple of sex workers to finger his asshole while he told himself he was king of the world.

Larry caught a rare form of Legionnaire's disease. The doctor told him the booze and drugs would have to go, or, soon, his heart would. Larry dumped the sauce.

He lay low. He slowly beat the disease.

Years passed. Quiet years. Dark years. An empty life.

Änswer rented a small flat in the San Fernando Valley, outside L.A. Long gone were the mansions and island estates.

He watched his name become a sixth-string punchline on late-night television. He watched the legendary death of Gael Sankur enter the public hallows as a major historic event-a glamorous, sex-soaked mystery that seemed like it would never be solved. He watched his own Hollywood legend enter the discourse heap as a pitiable joke, the sorrowful but amusing tale of the village idiot who had briefly hallucinated he was the emperor.

His old friends disappeared in cartoon smoke. His peers and rivals-once reduced to green-eyed snakes or cowering mice by his formidable rule-now sneered and celebrated. He was bruised, battered, defeated. He grew old. Hollywood, and the world, moved on.

There was nothing left for him. Nothing but the mystery of Gael's murder. As time wore on, that mystery consumed him.

He keenly followed Diana and Rakesh's disappearing act. He begged favors from an old contact-an FBI consultant on a political thriller series he'd produced in the early aughts. He slowly, methodically, followed one lead after the next, adhering to the maxim that had sparked his stratospheric success in Hollywood in the first place:

Always follow the money.

He maxed out credit cards. He bribed his way into bank records and sales documents. He hit dead-ends and brick walls that stymied him for months, then years.

Eventually he narrowed in on a small Sicilian hamlet by the Malta seas. The village barely registered on a map. It could only be reached by water or dirt roads. In it, an old sea-facing villa belonged to a distant organizational branch of Vicem Alteram Estates, a European property firm in which Gael appeared to have once made some nominal investment.

Of course, the investment hadn't been nominal. The numbers had been dressed. Tracks had been covered, and covered well.

But no one fucked with a cash-flow sheet better than a Hollywood shark. Larry knew he had found them.

He remembered how the world had lusted, rabidly, for a resolution of the scandal. Nothing had ever held a higher profile in the public consciousness.

Had it really been that long ago?

But there was another side to the story, yearning to be told. He knew that whoever told that story would offer the solution to one of the most publicized murders in history. He knew it would be a filthy, controversial, incendiary tale-and perhaps, to the weak sensibilities of some, a repulsive one.

But he knew they wouldn't be able to turn away.

Like a predator nearing its prey, he felt all the hairs on his back stand up. If he did it right, it would be a phenomenon. It would resurrect his career. It would give him his second act. His redemption. His revenge.

But he knew he had to get it straight from the woman at the very heart of the maelstrom.

-

They were at the mercato in the village square, doing their Sunday shopping.

The noontime sun sparkled on the streaks of white running through her shortened, shoulder-length hair as she examined a head of fresh carciofo from a local farmer's stall. Middle age had lent her features a baronial touch. She was still exquisitely beautiful.

A gravelly voice said a name she hadn't heard uttered by anyone but her husband in nearly two decades.

"Diana," said the voice.

Her blood ran cold. She dropped the fragrant vegetable. She tried to wipe the shock from her face. Finally, she turned around with a placid smile.

"Scusi? " she said. " Si sbaglia, mi chiamu Patrizia-"

"You can cut the shit," said the man. "I ain't here to get you in trouble."

Diana studied the stranger with the same careful regard she had given the stalk of produce.

He certainly didn't seem threatening. He was a foot shorter than her, with faint, snowy wisps of hair on a liver-spotted pate crowning an old, pock-marked face. Thick, yellow prescription glasses covered half his lined visage. A cheap tweed sweater hung from his emaciated body like a sandwich bag.

He looked like he had lived six lifetimes, most of them hard.

Only his eyes burned with a powerful fire.

"I gotta talk to you about Gael," he said.

Diana held her breath. She looked past the man's bony shoulders, towards the basilica across the cobblestoned piazza. Her husband was making small talk in Sicilian with the local butcher, an acquaintance.

The rural life had been good to Rakesh. He was even trimmer than before, his skin lined and tanned by the Mediterranean sunshine. His hair was salty on both sides. Diana found him ravenously attractive.

He hadn't yet noticed the insistent stranger standing in front of her.

"Chi è chistu? " she said, more curtly this time. " Mi dispiaci, ma nun-"

"Please," the man growled. "Level with me, Diana. You're gonna be glad you did."

He took off his glasses.

She'd never met the man before, and in his present form he was nearly unrecognizable from the imposing, corpulent figure she'd seen blasted across the news, eons ago.

But there was no mistaking those blistering eyes.

"I knew Gael too," Lawrence Änswer said.

-

CUT TO BLACK.

DIANA (V.O.)

"He spent a month convincing us."

FADE IN:

EXT. PIAZZA CATERINA-AFTERNOON

Rakesh and Diana sit across from Änswer, who barrels through espresso and cigarettes.

ÄNSWER

"-the world's first macro-budget, quadruple-X, porno thriller. I'm talkin' a major motion picture, a flick like nobody's ever seen before-"

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. VILLAGE CITADELLA-ANOTHER DAY

Änswer speaks as the three walk the sea-facing promenade. More cigarettes.

ÄNSWER

"-Beg. Steal. Borrow. Suck a thousand titanic horse-dicks from the back-whatever I gotta do, I am doin'. I'll stake my life to fund the thing. Because, believe me, I know it's gonna come off, and come off fuckin' humongous-"

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. OLD TOWN-ANOTHER NIGHT

The trio eat charcuterie near Byzantine ruins. More espresso, more smoke.

ÄNSWER

"-The main thing is to have it straight from the source. Right from you, Diana. The woman who knew him best-"

RAKESH

"Look, it's just too big a risk-"

ÄNSWER

"I'll plan it all, airtight! Hand on my heart I will. You'll stay in hiding, all right? I'll scrounge up every last connect I still got. We'll set up proxies. Slather it in legalese. This will work."

He leans close. Deadly sincere.

ÄNSWER

"Just think about it. This is your chance to tell the world what really happened, that night in Kama'sueh…"

Rakesh and Diana look at each other, racked with conflict.

FADE TO:

EXT. CLIFFSIDE VILLA-MAGIC HOUR

Diana's skin is bathed lilac by the glorious seaborne sunset. She waits in the arched stucco doorway.

DIANA (V.O.)

"He sold us line after line like an old Hollywood pitch-slinger."

She watches the two men ascending the stone path towards the villa.

DIANA (V.O.)

"But what finally convinced us… was none of that."

The man moving up behind Rakesh is OUT OF FOCUS against the idyllic Sicilian evening.

DIANA (V.O.)

"It was him."

RACK SLOWLY to the other figure: a strapping lad of eighteen.

DIANA (V.O.)

"The older he gets, the more questions he has about our sequestered life here."

Diana studies her son with a tranquil love in her eyes.

DIANA (V.O.)

"We've told him what little we can, but he knows there's a whole universe that we're omitting."

The men move closer. She sees the bountiful afternoon catch, pleased.

DIANA (V.O.)

"Any day now he's going to trample on the truth. I know it'll be hard-impossibly hard-but he deserves to get the whole picture, from us, before the world fills it in for him."

They reach the door. Diana kisses a smiling Rakesh. She hugs her son.

DIANA (V.O.)

"And if the world just sees why all that happened, had to happen…"

The men move inside.

DIANA (V.O.)

"Maybe one day he can have a normal life. Some kind of normal… Maybe."

She lingers, watching the red orb of the sun dip into the wide, golden sea.

DIANA (V.O.)

"There's one other reason I said yes."

She looks at the CAMERA.

DIANA

"You."

She looks at you with that familiar, naughty glint in her eyes.

And she leads you into…

INT. CLIFFSIDE VILLA-MAGIC HOUR-CONTINUOUS

Diana moves through the tasteful space. Gaze fixed on yours.

DIANA

"That big, burning question, you just can't let go of…"

Colorful pastel art hangs all about the villa. Vases are filled with bright gerbera flowers.

DIANA

"Why am I still here… when Gael is gone?"

She looks towards the study. On the printer, the last pages churn out.

DIANA

"I know you judge me. Skewer my imperfections. Lambast my morality."

She watches as the men move for the open kitchen.

DIANA

"But the human body has its own light-speed…"

She shrugs.

DIANA

"And I thrill at peak sexual velocity. The notion of total nudity. Throwing myself in face of the watching world. And saying, 'This is me. All of me'."

She smiles.

DIANA

"Because it's all of you, too."

-

As the men prepare the swordfish, she remembers her promise to Änswer. The final line of the opening crawl. The last, thin carapace of protection.

She enters the study.

Fingers.

Keyboard.

A tumbler of aged, peated whiskey.

And the finished manuscript sitting on the tray.

She wonders if it will all work.

Will they actually pull off this insane, unprecedented, hyper-sexual enterprise? Will they marshal the courage to face the world again, head on? Will the project have the seismic effect that Lawrence Änswer promises it will?

On this last point, a quiet, thrilling knowing passes through her.

The real question that tugs her heart, the misgiving that has endlessly stalled her attempts to send in those final pages-is whether her son will really understand why Gael was no longer alive.

There was more than one reason it would matter.

She looks through the archway towards the men working in the kitchen, salting the espadon.

Even from this distance, she sees the evening sunlight catch in her son's eye. She sees the gleaming silver eye-shine sparkle in his right iris, a rare genetic condition that lends the boy a unique, piercing gaze.

In a way, Gael was still there after all…

She adds the final line to the overture.

It's the only lie she's going to tell.

She types.