Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Games People Play (MF, rom)
Date: 26 Dec 1995 16:29:48 GMT

			  Games People Play

	"Do you ever feel that our sex life is becoming too
predictable?" Sandra asked me. I stuck my head over the paper just
long enough to reply, "What sex life?"

	"Richard, I'm serious," she said, "I want to know if you think
our sex life is missing something."

	Well, here she goes again I thought. Sandra started on this
`is our sex life good?' kick about four weeks earlier. Sandra is a
psychologist, and had been counseling a young professional couple
who's marriage seemed to be doomed because of a lousy sex life.
Although Sandra had repeatedly told them that sex wasn't all there was
to a marriage, they still felt that they were missing out on something
because their sex was as they put it, "boring!" Sandra had referred
them to one of her colleagues who specialized in sexual counseling,
but the similarity to our relationship had, and was still bothering
her.

	Personally, I didn't think there was much comparison to be
made. They were in their early thirties with idealistic goals, while I
had passed the big `four-O' two years ago with Sandra only three years
behind. We are not your average `yuppies' either. I have been Head of
the English department at the local college for nearly six years now,
while Sandra built up an impressive practice. Both of us are well
established in our fields, we have a good home, a couple of decent
cars, and every year we have a fantastic vacation at one or another
resort.

	So what if our sex life was predictable, I love my wife and
she loves me, and we had sex whenever we felt like it, which was
usually Saturday night.

	I really didn't think that I was missing out on anything, but
I was to learn different! Sandra wouldn't let it rest that night, and
kept asking me about my fantasies. I told her that I didn't have
fantasies, but she insisted that everybody has them and that I was
just not willing to share mine.

	"What's to share?" I argued, "It's not really a big deal, but
if you insist on knowing, sometimes I wish you could leave your brain
behind and act and talk like sex was the only thing in the world you
desired!"

	"You want me to act like a prostitute?" Sandra asked quietly.

	"No," I said, "Not like a prostitute but more like a woman who
knows what she wants and how she wants it, and isn't afraid to say it
either! A woman who enjoys sex, and doesn't use three syllable words
to describe body parts!"

	Sandra had moved to the chair across from me now, and asked,
"If I pretend to be your slut, will you be my first one night stand?"
I told her that would be difficult, being we lived in the same house
and everything, but she was already ahead of me in the quick thinking
department. She explained the ground rules to me very quickly.

	The very next Saturday we would head off for a big city far
enough away so we wouldn't be recognized by anyone we worked with. We
would stay at separate motels, and meet later in the evening at a
fancy bar where I was to try and pick her up and convince her that a
night in bed with me would cure all of the world's problems.

	The week fairly flew by, as anticipation mounted. The thought
of my lovely wife of fourteen years playing hard to get in a public
place was keeping me distracted from my classes with the constant
erections. That had been another of Sandra's rules, no sex until I
convinced her next Saturday night that she should come to bed with me.
That part scared me a little bit, the "with me" part.

	When I questioned her about it, she would just smile and walk
away, leaving me with the thought that I was going to be competing
with all of the other guys there. Hell I hadn't tried to pick up
anybody in over fifteen years. What should I say, how should I act?

	I went down to a fashion store and bought myself an outfit
that the salesman guaranteed me would have women crawling over me.
These things I carefully put away in the suitcase that I was to be
taking. I started to listen a bit closer to my male students whenever
they were talking about chasing girls, and went so far as to buy a
book on how to pick up women.

	Saturday rolled around, and after leaving early in the
morning, we arrived shortly after noon. I told Sandra that I was going
to take a nap when I dropped her off, and she said that the trip had
tired her also. She gave me the name of a night spot that she had
heard about, and that she would be there about nine o'clock. I rushed
to my motel, dropped off my bags and headed for the best place,
according to the motel manager, to get my hair styled.

	After getting what I considered the best haircut and most
expensive one of my life, I headed back to the motel to change. I know
that I'm forty-two, but I'm not in bad shape for my age. I don't keep
as fit as Sandra does with all of her exercise and aerobics classes,
but I do manage a few laps around the school track now and then.
Unlike a lot of my colleagues, I don't have that extra tire around my
waist. My hair is full and even though it has a lot of grey in it, I
think that it makes me look more distinguished than old.

	I showered and stood in front of the mirror to inspect myself.
I thought that I looked pretty good, but when I put on my new clothes
it was like the world had changed. I had a few hours to kill so I
thought I might go and see what kind of reactions I could get from the
rest of the world.

	I stopped at a nearby bar for a drink to bolster my courage. I
didn't realize when I went in that it was a topless bar, but I thought
what the hell, I'm supposed to be enjoying this. Raw sex, that's what
I told my wife was my fantasy. A pretty little blonde with a small but
nice set of boobs came over to ask me what I wanted from the bar. I
told her that I'd have a scotch and enjoy the view. She giggled at
that remark, not offended in the least.

	When she came back with my drink she was doing all she could
to make those small titties jiggle, and as she handed me my drink she
told me that she would be off work at eleven. I said that maybe I'd
see her then, even though I had no intention of doing that, but what
amazed me was that the up front bold approach had worked so well. I
was surely feeling fine!

	Another drink and I was on my way to try and pick up my own
wife!

	I found the nightclub without any problem, but I couldn't see
Sandra. The lights were dim and the music was loud, but I was sure
that I'd be able to recognize my own wife. I headed to the big bar at
the back of this place, sat down and ordered a drink thinking I'd have
to wait. I was shooting the breeze with the bartender when I heard
familiar laughter from further down the bar. I leaned forward and
realized why I hadn't seen Sandra. She had her hair styled completely
different and some of that coloring gel added to put highlights in. I
got up off the bar stool and stood back to take in the rest of her.

	She was truly breathtaking. If a person didn't know it, they'd
say that she was no more than thirty years old tops. I could well
understand why there were so many guys standing around her. Sandra had
replaced her usual clothes with something extraordinary! My cock was
standing at attention just looking at her! Black, very high heeled
patent leather shoes and black sheer stockings that accentuated the
curves in her legs, leading right up to a leather mini dress that was
slit on the sides exposing nearly all of her cheeks! This she had
topped off with a white silk blouse that you could see the outline of
her nipples through!

	The cut of the skirt really helped show off the nice ass I had
been taking for granted, and the waist that was so thin to start with,
only made her 34Bs look so much more appetizing. The blouse was open
to just above her naval allowing glimpses of creamy white tit flesh
from either side. Her normally dark brown hair was now nearly jet
black with dark red highlights. Instead of having it parted down the
center as she usually does, she had it all pulled to one side held
back with a gold hair comb, and then cascading over one shoulder. The
exposed side of her face showed an oversize golden earing and a neck
that was only missing the words "eat me" written in.

	There were three guys all vying for her attention, but she was
just laughing them off. They should have read the book I had read. I
sauntered into a spot at the bar and told the bartender to bring the
`lady' another drink. "Hey buddy," one guy said, "Don't you think you
should ask the lady first if she wants a drink?" I leaned back, with
my elbow on the bar, gave him a head to toe to head glance and
replied, "If you have to ask for directions son, you can't know where
you're going!" Sandra looked at me, ever so coyly and said, "So cowboy,
do you think you know where you're going?" I said, "The name's Rick
and you must be Sin, cause you're sure tempting as Hell, and where I'm
going is to ecstasy, care to come along for the ride?"

	She said, "Close cowboy, it's Sandy, and what makes you think
you can give me anything that these gentlemen can't?" "Well," I said,
"I can braid your cunt hairs with my tongue, and tie up your clit and
hold it for ransom until you turn over every single drop of love juice
you have in you!"

	I could see her getting aroused now, her chest heaving with
each breath and her nipples stiffening against the thin material.

	"Can you do that if I'm sitting on your face cowboy?" she
asked. Her cheeks were starting to glow with a rosy tinge that didn't
come out of a make up case.

	"If you sit on my face pretty lady, I'll even tickle your
tonsils."

	The other guys left at this point, obviously seeing by the way
Sandra was holding onto the bar that I was going to score.

	"Will you fuck me too Rick?" she asked, "Fuck me hard and
furious?" I stepped up behind her, to let her feel the bulge that my
cock was making in my pants, and slipped a hand into her blouse to cup
one of those delicious tits. I rubbed her stiff nipple back and forth
between my thumb and finger against the silk blouse. "Sure Sandy," I
said, "As hard and often as you like."

	I took her hand and led her out to the parking lot and saw the
bartender give me a thumbs up for victory sign. He was right, I was
one lucky guy.

	I took Sandy back to my motel room, and when we got there, I
was still playing with her boobs. Her hands had worked like the
dickens during the short drive, freeing my swollen member, stroking
its hard length. We didn't talk at all during the ride mostly because
Sandy had found a way to get her mouth around my cock while I was
driving, and my hand had slipped into her panties and I had been
whipping up a froth with her flowing pussy juice. With Sandy moaning
on my dick as I teased her clit, it's a wonder we didn't drive into
anything.

	Once in the motel room, I tore open her blouse and sucked on
each swollen little cherry. Sandy then pushed me back on the bed, tore
off her panties and straddled my face. Sandy had left on her black
stockings, and I felt them rub on my cheeks as I heard her scream
"Fuck me cowboy, fuck me with your face, drink up my cunt juice and
don't stop licking!" I drove my tongue in as far as I could into her
steaming box while she ground herself around and around on my face.
Her juices were really pouring now as she worked herself into a mind
shattering orgasm. I licked as fast as I could, savoring the taste of
her nectar. Once she came, then another right behind the first. Like
firecrackers going off. In our entire married life, I don't remember
Sandy enjoying sex so much!

	After about the sixth climax, I thought she'd had it. She was
quivering as she rolled off my face, but she was not down for the
count, not yet. From deep inside her the animal passion rose.

	"Give me your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want you to
cum in my mouth, I need your seed spurting down my throat!"

	Sandy sucked on my cock like it was all she was ever meant to
do. She danced her tongue over my swollen cock head until I thought
that I would explode! Sandy gently squeezed my swollen bag to help the
impending eruption. With her other hand she was frigging herself to
yet another climax to match mine! I erupted like a volcano! My hot
seed raced down her throat as she moaned with satisfaction.

	After my climax, I collapsed on the bed ready to rest, but
Sandy would have none of it! She stood up to discard the rest of her
clothes then pounced on me again, tearing off what remained of my
clothes. She was all over me, rubbing her hot twat against my legs and
on my chest, giving me deep passionate kisses. I could taste my own
seed on her lips and realized that she was licking off her own juices
from my face.

	The very thought of that made me hard again much to Sandy's
delight. She climbed on top of my rigid pole and rode herself to
climax after climax. I could feel my seed boiling again so I grabbed
her by the hips and drove my hard cock into her with deep thrusts to
match hers. With a deep groan I felt my cock twitch as it unleashed a
torrent of cum deep inside her. Sandy climaxed a final time as my seed
shot into her, then she collapsed on top of me. We slept that way
until well into the morning. I woke up to find Sandy playing with my
cock. She kissed me on the lips and said, "How about it cowboy, ready
for a good morning quickie?"

	As we showered up together later, I realized that I had found
a side of Sandy that had before now been dormant. I'm married to a sex
crazed kitten who loves to lick up the cream! All I need to start her
engines purring is the right keys! I don't think our sex life will be
predictable any more!

			       The End