Becca Bellamy
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The Game is Rigged
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 03:39:22 +0000 UTCThe game began with her sitting you in one of the kitchen chairs - the armless ones - and cuffing your hands behind your back. She removed your pants and underwear and then kissed you until your dick was rock hard.
She walked out and returned five minutes later wearing that short skirt, that cropped sweater, and those stockings. She sauntered into the kitchen and announced the rules of the game, though she didn't mention what the prize would be for resisting the urge to cum inside her.
The punishment is considerable, though. A month in the chastity cage. You've never gone more than two weeks and that was torturous. A month would be impossible.
Your beautiful wife straddles you. It takes but a moment to realize she's not wearing panties. Your cock has gone soft since she first got it hard, but the moment her tongue enters your mouth you start to get hard again.
Soon enough you're inside her. Deep inside her. She's warm and wet and tight. It's been a week since she let you fuck her, though she did give you a handjob three days ago, so resisting the pleasures of her pussy should be easy enough.
"Does it feel good?" she whispers.
Her lips brush against your neck. She kisses you softly. She moans. She lifts her hips and they sink back down at an impossibly slow pace. She's teasing you. She loves to tease you.
"Yes, it feels amazing," you answer.
She moans again. It's soft and sensual and utterly perfect. "You love my pussy, don't you?"
"Yes."
She pulls a necklace out from inside her sweater. You see the key to the cuffs. She smiles, kisses you, and bounces on your dick as her tongue invades your mouth. It feels so good. You can already sense your pleasure building, your orgasm approaching. It's still a ways off, so you try and think about anything other than the fact that you're fucking your wife right now.
You conjure last Wednesday when your boss chewed you out. You think about the last time you got in a fight with your wife. It works. You feel less pleasure.
She stops kissing you. She lifts the necklace over her head. She stands and moves behind the chair. She uncuffs your hands. She's atop again in a moment. She takes you inside her once more.
Your wife sits back, takes your hands, and places them on her breasts. You have a thing for the softness of a sweater. You're not sure why, but it turns you on. You can feel that she's not wearing a bra. Her tits are amazing. Utterly amazing, and you're feeling them while she slowly rides your cock.
"You love my tits in a sweater, don't you?" she asks.
"Yes," you answer with a nod.
She takes your hands and places them on her outer thighs. You run your fingers over the lace tops of her stockings. You caress the nylon. She rides you a little faster and you feel your dick get harder inside her.
"You love my legs in stockings, don't you?" she asks.
You nod.
She leans in. She kisses you. It's the kind of slow, deep kiss that you love. The kind that makes your cock throb. She rides you a little faster. She's bouncing now. You can feel her ass land on your thighs every time it drops down. You can feel the warmth of her skin. You can feel the walls of her wet pussy hugging your stiff cock.
"You're not the only one that loves my legs in stockings," she whispers.
"What?"
She sits back and smiles. Her hips move back and forth. You study her face. What's she talking about?
"You're not the only one that loves my tits in a sweater."
Your cock gets harder inside her.
"You're not the only one that loves me in a miniskirt."
You look down at her pleated skirt. You run your hands over her thighs, over the lace tops of her stockings.
"You're not the only one that loves it when I don't wear panties."
"What are you talking about?"
She leans forward. You share a deep kiss. Her lips move to your neck. She moans. She kisses you softly. Your dick is so hard.
"I've been dating," she whispers.
Your cock twitches inside her. Your balls tingle. Your loins are alive with pleasure.
"For the past month," she says. "I've been dating a man I met when I went out with my friends."
Her pussy moves slowly. So slowly. It feels so good. You're so turned on.
"Is this real?"
She smiles. She must be kidding. She has to be. She's fucking with you.
"Yes," she says. "His name is Mark. We've been dating for a month."
She leans in. Her lips hover achingly close to yours.
"I made your fantasy come true," she whispers.
You want nothing more than to cum inside her. To fuck her vigorously while she tells you the details of what she's been doing. If you do, though, you'll get locked up in a chastity cage for a month. You'll be locked up while she openly makes your fantasy a reality. You'll be locked up and unable to enjoy the fact that she's cuckolding you.
"Are you...are you fucking him?" you ask.
She smiles. "We've been dating for a month. What do you think?"
Your wife rides you. She rides you fast. Her pussy is soaked. You close your eyes. You think of anything other than how good it feels. Your orgasm gets closer.
"Stop," you say.
She kisses your neck. "He's got a big cock."
"Stop, please."
She stops. She sits back. She takes your hands and places them on her tits. You can't help but play with them.
"I wore this outfit for him," she says. "I wore it yesterday, in fact. I went to his place."
"You said you were going out with Christina."
"I wasn't. I was going to see Mark. To see my boyfriend. To tease him with this outfit. To suck his dick in this outfit."
You groan and grab her ass. You lift her and drop her down onto your cock. You do it a handful of times as you picture her blowing another guy. It's so fucking hot than you nearly cum. Then you picture your dick in a chastity cage and you release your grip on her ass.
"You like that I sucked another man's cock yesterday, don't you?" she asks.
You nod.
"You like that I got on my knees in this slutty outfit, looked up at him, and told him how badly I wanted to make him feel good, how badly I wanted to take his big dick in my mouth and suck on it until he was desperate to fuck me."
"Yes, I like it. Fuck, I like it."
Again she kisses your neck and again she begins to ride you.
"He's fucked me so many times over the past month," she says. "You have no idea. I've met him for quickies. I've gone on dates with him. I even spent the night at his house when I told you I was going to that girl’s weekend. He's had my pussy more over this past month than you have, baby."
You're close now. You can't help it. You wish you weren't, but you can't help it.
"Do you want to cum inside me, baby?" she asks.
You shake your head.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Because I want you to cum inside me," she says. "I want your cum in my pussy. I want it so bad."
She rides you a little faster. Her pussy moves up and down your shaft. It's wet and hot and tight and fucking perfect.
"He likes it when I say that to him," she says. "He likes it when I beg him to cum in my pussy, in my married pussy."
"Oh, fuck!"
You cum inside your wife. She smiles and milks you by working her hips back and forth. She extracts a hugely pleasurable orgasm and then kisses your lips, cheeks, and neck.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"For what?"
"For losing the game," she says. "Now I can lock your cock in a cage and have all the fun I want with my boyfriend."
She kisses you. She caresses your face. She smiles.
You remain inside her until you've gone soft. Then she stands and quickly cuffs your hands once more. She retrieves wet paper towels to clean your cock and then pulls a chastity cage out of the kitchen drawer where you keep the batteries and other assorted items.
She gets on her knees and places your cock in the cage. She gives it a kiss once it's locked up.
"You'll be staying in the cage for a month," she says. "We'll play the game again at the end of the month. If you lose, you go back in the cage. If you win, you get to stay out and my boyfriend will have to share my pussy with you."
It's a game you can't win. Her boyfriend will never have to share her pussy.
"Oh, and he's coming over tonight," she says. "I expect you to be polite to him. I expect you to accept that you're a caged cuckold, that it's your place to support me and my desires, which include supporting him and his desires."
You've lost the game. You've been made a cuckold, though, and perhaps your wife will find a way to offer you pleasure that doesn't involve coming out of your cage.
You should be so lucky.
