Play the Game

Chapter 7

CHAPTER

SEVEN

SIMON

“ W hat are you going to do to me?” Sloane’s voice shakes.

Oh, she’s really putting the show on now. The strain my cock has against my pants says everything about how much I’m eating this little show of hers up; it’ll be giving me away to our friends in no time.

As I stand behind her, I place the more rigid skull part of my mask against her ear, ensuring she hears me sniffing her scent before I say, “I’m going to make my soldiers watch me fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum. Then, they can use this body however they please.” The gasp that comes from her is music to my ears.

“Fuckkkk,” Rhodes moans, and I swear to all things holy, I’m not going to survive this. I shift my hips and, in turn, shove my cock into Sloane’s back, hoping it keeps me from coming in my pants and embarrassing myself. Her tight little body shivers against my front, and the smile lining my lips under my mask would be blinding if anyone could see it.

I know this is why she was being bratty this morning—waiting for me to tell her I agreed to play with all of our friends like she was fantasizing about in the little video she sent me last night. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise because seeing her reactions would only be made better if our friends got to see them as well. I also know that she’s been ready for this for a while now, and I know I have been, too, now that I think back on it…it just never felt like the right time.

But now.

Today …it’s the perfect time for a friends’-fuck-fest.

I pull my front away from her, spin her around to fully face our friends, and step back beside them to watch her. I give the command I’ve been waiting to say all night. “We won’t wait much longer...” I know for a fact each one of them would wait years to see my beautiful wife strip in front of them, but Sloane doesn’t need to know that. “Strip. Nice and slow. Let them see how needy that body is for me. For us .”

I see the glint in her eyes. She wants to brat, but hasn’t yet. To say I’m ready to dull this punishment out is an understatement. She slowly reaches for the button on her jeans, pops it open, and lets the zipper fall to the bottom. Pulling them down her gorgeous thighs and to her feet, she tosses them off into the kitchen.

Thankfully, Sloane found all the candles and has lit them throughout the apartment. She was right: it smells like a goddamn bakery in here. But it’s giving us enough light, and I won’t lie and say it’s not helping set the vibes with the moody lighting.

She’s in her lacey, matching emerald green thong. The matching set she knows I’m obsessed with. I got it for her when I stumbled across it in a lingerie ad. Seeing her heart-shaped nipple rings hitting the light through the dark lace that’s covering her perfect tits, makes my body vibrate with need.

On a hum, I tell her, “Spin for us, baby. Show our friends that lovely body of yours in my favorite lingerie.” And she does just that.

Spinning on her heels, Nyx is quick with her words. “I’ve waited to see your wife like this for way too long, Simon. You’re one lucky bastard.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Nyx just nods, agreeing with me while too lost in my wife.

I step back up to her and pull her chin up with my thumb and pointer finger, lifting my mask up enough to free my lips. Pressing mine to hers I pull back enough to murmur, “You call red and everything stops, baby. ”

“Condoms?” she asks with a snarl. I know she hates them, and I already planned ahead for this.

“They’ve all been tested recently, and they’re clean.” I move my mask back in place so I can see her reaction, and the wicked grin lining her face makes my heart skip a beat. She’s so fucking excited for this, and I can’t lie and say I’m not just as excited.

On a serious note, she turns to the three of them, and says, “I’ve been told I can’t get pregnant…” She chuckles nervously. People never know how to act when hearing that, but of course, our friends answer perfectly.

Nyx replies, “So you’re saying we can breed you until you can’t walk?”

Sloane smiles at her for making the joke and breaking up the awkwardness. And I wish Nyx could see my thankful smile that’s behind my mask.

My friends breeding my wife shouldn’t turn me on…but I fear it is.

To distract Sloane even more, my hands start roaming up and down her body, gripping her ass like it’s the last time I’ll get to feel it. The littlest whimper escapes her. “Are you going to fuck me or just keep touching me all over?”

With that comment, I pick her up without a word and carry her over to our oversized, rustic oak coffee table. A place we’ve fucked many times. I lay her down, pull my knife back out from its leg holster, place the blade in the middle of her chest, and cut the middle of the bra with a satisfying pop.

I growl at her gasp. “I’ll get you a new set.” Her perfect tits are free and the bra is still hanging over her arms. I pull the right side of her thong away from her body and slice my knife through those, too. Her bare pussy is peeks at me, with her thong around her left leg still.

I run the tip of my knife along the lower half of her stomach, back and forth, torturously slow. She’s up on her elbows, watching my every move with it. “I want to see my toy bleed. Mark you so the others know who you belonged to first.” I just sharpened this knife today, so I know it will cut her pretty. She loves to be marked, and I can already tell she’s about to beg for it. “That pretty pussy is already weeping for me…or is it for the others?”

Sliding the blade through her skin, I make a small v-cut on the bottom right corner of her stomach. It takes her a moment to register the pain, but when her eyes meet mine, they’re practically burning with flames of desire.

They’re begging for more, so I give her just that. “Hold still, baby, I don’t want to mess my pretty heart up.” I curve the knife up and around the first side, and then the other, meeting it in the middle. Once I’m satisfied, my eyes on my beautiful wife’s happily beaming face, I pull up the bottom half of my mask and lick my knife clean.

I purr my praise, “You bleed so pretty for me, baby.” She has the prettiest of hearts carved into her equally pretty skin.

Rhodes breaks me out of my daze. “Fuck, this is hot.”

I look over at him with his huge cock in his hand, pumping it up and down in slow motions. It takes everything in me not to groan.

Fuck, how I’ve missed men.

Pulling my dick free from my black cargo pants, the relief is instant. I’m pumping myself over her while I instruct her, “Pull those knees up and show me that pretty cunt.” I’m quick to get my wife ready for my cock. Even with her already wet enough to make her pussy glisten for me, I spit on it. “Spread it. I need my fuck hole to be wet. Let me see what I’m going to breed.”

Yeah, the breeding kink will never leave me …even when we know Sloane can’t get pregnant.

Me being in full gear and her below me with her shredded lingerie barely hanging onto her body is a dichotomy I didn’t know I would love, but we may have to do this more…

Sloane’s biting her lip, begging me with her eyes to fuck her. She’s still playing into the game of her not wanting this, and it’s driving me even madder.

I hear Nyx whisper to Asher beside me, “Isn’t her pussy so pretty?”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” he groans. I hear him working his cock, too, but I don’t even look. There’s no way I won’t bust immediately if I look at them while fucking my hot as fuck wife.

I question Sloane, “Is my whore ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

And with a grunt from Rhodes at the Daddy nickname, I slam into my wife’s greedy, waiting cunt.

I groan as Sloane’s head throws back in pure bliss. “Rub your clit for me.”

“I can do it.” Asher shocks me with his response, but I give him a nod and he’s there in a heartbeat beside us. He looks at Sloane and asks her, “Can I?”

“Fuck, yes. Please, Ash.”

His breath hitches at the use of the nickname. I watch as he runs both his hands down her stomach, hitting the newly carved up, bleeding heart. He smears some of the blood as he’s gripping her hips while humming in appreciation. Sloane hisses out in pain, but Asher keeps going, already knowing she enjoys the pain just as much as the pleasure. One of his big hands pulls up slightly where her labia meets, and his other lands perfectly on her exposed clit.

Thank fuck he knows how to find the little bundle of nerves. Regardless of him being the baby.

“Oh fuck, right there, yes.” Asher meets my eyes while I’m hammering into my wife, and it takes everything in me not to come right there.

I give him the praise I know he’ll soak up like a sponge. “That’s it, Asher. Make my wife come on my cock.” Testing the waters some more, I add, “If you’re a good boy, you can clean her up after I’m done filling her.” Sloane and Asher both whimper at that, and that’s when I really start pounding into her.

Bending my knees, I get the angle I need to hit that spot inside her. I switch to quick, shallow thrusts, rubbing my cock all over that bundle of nerves. Asher’s pressure picks up, and he’s pulling even harder to keep her clit free.

Nyx is at our other side before I realize it, her lips sucking one of my wife’s sandy brown nipples into her mouth while she pinches the other. Sloane’s screams are music to my ears. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!”

As she’s spazzing around my cock, I thrust two, three, four more times, and hold there. Through a clenched jaw, I grit, “I’m coming, baby! Fuck you feel so good for me.”

I slowly pull my cock free while Nyx has her mask pulled up still, who is absolutely tonguing my wife’s mouth. Asher looks at me innocently. “Can I clean her up now?”

I step away, my cock glistening with my release and Sloane’s, as he crawls over in front of her still spread-out pussy, lifting his mask. He runs his hands up the back of her thighs in appreciation and murmurs, “I’ve only dreamed of this…” Then he’s diving in, licking my wife from ass to clit, not missing a drop of my cum.

Once I feel he has Sloane nice and clean, I step up to him, grabbing the top of his mask, including the hair beneath. Leaning down, hovering my lips above his, I whisper, “That’s a good boy. Now let me taste.” I smash my lips to his. He’s stiff for a moment, but quickly lets my tongue in to explore his taste mixed with my wife’s and my orgasm.

I look up, and Sloane’s eyes are on Asher and me. The pure want in them is breathtaking. “I love you, baby,” I confess.

Sloane’s quick to respond, “I love you too, Simon.”

I hope this whole situation doesn’t tear us apart, but at this moment, I don’t think anything could, if I’m being honest.

Rhodes pulls me out of my trance with his chuckling. “You got all your fake cocks in there, Nyx?”

Nyx is grabbing her backpack, which I know has all her toys, straps, and fuck knows what else in it. “I don’t hate the thought of pegging you fucks. Now, leave us alone or I’ll gag all of you with my silicone cocks.”

Yep. I’m good on that one.

I’m no stone top, but Nyx pegging me is not on my bucket list…

We guys have found our way to the couch. I’m in the middle of Asher and Rhodes.

Asher leans towards me and whispers, “My cock shouldn’t have reacted to that…”

Rhodes leans over the other side of me. “I think you might be a little pansexual, Ash.” Rhodes has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Because I am, and my cock did the same thing.”

“Mine is twitching with you two leaned over top of me like this. Now fuck off so I can watch my wife.”

They don’t…

Instead, Rhodes leans in the last little bit to place his lips on Asher’s, and I watch in mild shock as Asher opens willingly for Rhodes. I put a hand on the back of their heads, encouraging them. “Mmm, greedy boys.”

Oh, this is going to be a fucking wild ride.