sexygamedesigns1
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I wrote this about 5 years ago on a train. Its pretty rubbish and was intended to promote one of our adult games. I've been too busy these past few weeks to contribute to the forum so I thought I'd post this instead. I am still working on the latest chapter of "The Love War" but alas business and personal issues are getting in the way of progress... 🙁
It had been a hard day at the office and a harder day coming home. The tube was packed with people, all of whom seemed to be moving in the wrong direction. When I emerged onto the streets it was raining hard. I decided to walk home. By the time I go there I was fuming. Ashamedly, as I now think of it, I had somehow transferred my anger to my husband Paul. It was his fault that my new secretary had misplaced the important documents I had spent three hours re-creating and his fault that I had been forced to wade through the crowds in the underground. It was his fault that I was soaked to the skin.
It was Friday night, but I had forgotten that in my anger.
I arrived home two hours after leaving the office. My mind was swirling with one dozen arguments to start and a dozen more reasons why everything that went wrong was all my husband's fault. I slammed the garden gate shut behind me and stormed to the front door. I thumbed the doorbell, angrily, three or four times.
The door opened quickly - too quickly - as if Paul had been waiting for me to arrive. I didn't realise in that moment that he had been waiting. I didn't realise that he had been very busy also.
He stood there for the winking of an eye before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and gently hauling me inside. I glared at him with my irrational rage and opened my mouth to curse him. Before I could speak he put his finger to his lips and made a 'shh' sound.
'Come inside' he said, 'It's warmer in the lounge'
Only then did I realise that he was wearing the Armani suit that we'd brought back from New York after our Easter trip there. He was wearing the aftershave I liked and had groomed himself immaculately. He had a strange look on his face and I was curious enough to be woken from my spell of madness long enough to allow his gentle arms to lead me into the lounge of our bungalow. I smelled the food before I saw it, but only for a moment before I took in the spectacle of our old oak dining table laid with our best silver and china. The table was set for two. In the hearth, our coal fire blazed generously.
'Paul?' I breathed, calmer now.
'I thought I'd cook tonight.' he said only, smiling.
**
The radox bath was hot, foamy and delicious. The scented candles gave the air a sweet smell of lavender. The steam in our bathroom was thick, reminding me of the last sauna Paul and I had taken together. The thought made me smile. The soothing heat had dissipated my anger and now, despite a pang of guilt, I was happy. The office was a whole weekend away.
I have to admit that I already had erotic thoughts on my mind as I lay in the bath letting the soapy heat caress my aching muscles. I knew that the evening would end with my taking Paul to his favourite place and keeping him there as long as possible. The thoughts aroused me and I was daydreaming with my hand between my legs and my eyes closed as Paul entered the bathroom.
'Thinking of me, I hope.'
'As a matter of fact, I was' I said, 'I'm afraid I was being a naughty girl. All this steam and soap...'
He cocked his head to one side and frowned in a pretence of scolding.
'That is naughty.' he said, 'Especially considering the feast that your husband has prepared for you tonight.'
I laughed quietly and said: 'I don't think my fiddly fingers will spoil my appetite for the meal tonight.'
Paul grinned cheekily. 'I wasn't talking about THAT kind of feast...'
He left the bathroom and left me feeling hotter than ever. I gave myself one last stroke down there and then took my hand away. I was excited now; wondering what the evening had in store for us. I knew it would be exciting. With Paul, it always was.
In forty minutes I was sitting in the lounge enjoying a brandy. Paul was still working in the kitchen. I noticed that our PC was switched on, which was unusual for a Friday evening. When I looked closer I could see a picture of a semi-nude cartoon girl on the screen. Above her were the words 'Sexual Pursuits'. I wondered what Paul had been up to during my absence. He entered the room a minute later, carrying a tray of covered food, and I asked him what was there on the screen.
'That?' he said mildly, 'Well... I suppose you could say that it's dessert.'
I feigned disappointment and smiled 'Oh. I thought that I was dessert.'
He considered this with the pantomime seriousness that I adored. He said:
'Hmm. Darling, you are ALWAYS my dessert. Let's just say that what you've seen is a different way of serving the dessert.'
We left it at that. I knew the rules, I knew the game. I knew that something special was happening. I knew that I would enjoy it - that we both would. I was almost impatient to get the meal eaten and done with. But those thoughts dissolved when the food was served. He had cooked my favourite Beef Wellington in a red wine sauce with roast potatoes and cauliflower cheese. It looked delicious. He'd chosen a cheerful and fruity Australian cabernet sauvignon that stood uncorked on the table.
We ate and made quiet conversation. He didn't ask me about my day at the office and I didn't ask him about his novel. Both were taboo subjects on a Friday night. I kept looking into his eyes intently, transmitting my love for him telepathically, I hoped. It seemed to be working. He stared back at me hungrily. In fact, his eyes never seemed to leave my face.
I was feeling sexy now and I knew that he guessed it. I had put on the tight black dress he liked and beneath it I wore the silk panties and bra that I liked. I wore black stockings and high heeled shoes. We both liked those. I was wearing my small diamond earrings and the perfume he enjoyed. My long dark hair was down, cascading over my shoulders. Gazing at the intensity
of his face my mind wandered to images of Paul holding me in his arms. I imagined being deliciously undressed, slowly and sensuously, before being laid down on the fake mink before the fireplace. As my eyes held his I was sure he could read my thoughts. At least I hoped he could.
Paul looked exquisite in his white silk shirt, grey trousers and wetly shined black shoes. His face, neck and hands were slightly ruddy from the heat in the room, contrasting the piercing cobalt of his eyes. I found it difficult to keep my eyes on his face. They wanted to stray towards his firm chest, his powerful hands.
'What were you saying about dessert?' I asked eventually, having removed a shoe beneath the table so that my stockinged foot could caress Paul's calves.
'Dessert...' he sipped his wine, 'Well, I thought for a change we might try something a little different.'
I could not help but laugh slightly. It seemed we were always trying something different. Not that I minded of course...
'I stumbled across something on the internet.' said Paul, 'A computer game. I thought it might be nice if we were to play it together tonight.'
I was not exactly disappointed as such because I knew Paul very well and understood that there must be more to what he was now saying than met the eye. It was not with enthusiasm however; that I asked him what kind of game he was talking about.
He gestured towards the screen. 'It's called Sexual Pursuits.' he told me, 'It's a party game for couples.'
Again I was not enthusiastic at all. I made a show of smiling anyway. We'd played one or two of these games before and although they'd been kind of fun they mostly detracted from the actual subject they were supposed to specialise in. They were either too explicit too quickly or nowhere near explicit enough. I had been more disappointed than Paul had been. It was understandable, as there was a strong male bias to these games.
'I know what you're thinking.' he said, 'but I've taken some time to look at this one. It's different.'
I was not too impressed and, actually, had started to feel a little bit turned off by the idea now. I pushed my foot back into my shoe and cocked my head to one side. Paul was on his feet now and, taking my hand in his, he led me towards the PC. He sat me down on his favourite black leather chair as he stood behind me and to the left of my shoulder. I looked at the computer screen and read some of the writing there. It was the usual stuff you would expect to see: warnings against copying and distribution, a legal disclaimer about age, blah...
'Shall we play a game then?' I asked. I tried to sound as enthusiastic as Paul obviously was, but I don't think it came off sounding right. He didn't answer me but instead moved the mouse pointer to click the button that would start the game.
'Hey everybody, we're all going to get laid!'
The sound burst from the PC speakers, startling me. I looked at Paul and he looked at me. After a moment of silence we both started laughing uncontrollably.
The laughter lasted far too long. I think, in retrospect, that a great deal of tension had built up between us in the time since we had departed the table to sit facing the PC. I was feeling tense because I knew that for some unknown reason Paul really wanted me to play this game with him and that my attempts to feign enthusiasm were not proving very successful. And I think that Paul was nervous or tense because of the same thing. Here was something that he felt we would enjoy together and here was me not seeming overtly keen to enjoy it. This rarely happened to Paul and I. We enjoyed the same tastes I most things, especially sex.
The laughter saved the evening, as it turned out. It broke the ice that had started to form and made me feel more at ease with the whole idea. I was now thinking that playing this game would be no great hardship. I was now thinking that it might actually be as much fun as Paul thought. But mostly, I was thinking that once we'd played it Paul would have got the whole thing out of his system and then we could get to that very important meeting in front of the fire!
'Rodney Dangerfield' said Paul, still laughing quietly. 'I got the Hell of a fright the first time I heard it too.'
I smiled and kissed the side of his face.
'Let's play.' I said.
The screen had changed and I realised I had been looking at the introduction screen. Now the screen was different. In the top right hand corner an exuberant female character echoed the screen's title: FEMALE PREFERENCES
'I have to put my name in.' I stated the obvious.
'Yes. And you have to tell it what clothing you're wearing and what fetishes you like.'
My eyebrows raised. I looked at the fetishes. My favourites were there, along with some that didn't turn me on at all. Some of the choices even shocked me, slightly. I said so.
'I suppose you have to cater for all tastes.' Paul shrugged as I checked the BONDAGE option; 'It doesn't really matter because the fetishes won't turn up in the game unless you specifically select them here.'
'Okay.' I said, more curious now. I checked the items of clothing I was wearing and unchecked the ones that I wasn't. Then I typed in my name. 'Okay.' I repeated, 'What now?'
'Now it's my turn.' he smiled.
He selected the same fetishes as I but also checked the TICKLING checkbox. This didn't surprise me at all and I winked at him in approval, though I secretly cringed at the thought of tickling. It always reduced me to helplessness. He too entered his clothing details and then his name. Then he pressed the button to continue to the next screen.
The next screen was filled with accessories: handcuffs, rope, vibrator, baby oil and yoghurt to name but a few. Some of the accessories didn't make much sense to me either, but again Paul explained that these were probably to be used with some of the more obscure fetishes.
'You must be the fetish master.' I said cheekily, 'To know all this.'
'Yes.' he said with equal humour, 'Soon you will learn all I know, young apprentice...'
We laughed together quietly. Paul checked several of the boxes, including the rope and handcuffs and vibrator. I complained that we didn't have either a vibrator or any handcuffs.
'Ah!' he said quietly, 'But that's where you're wrong!'
He left his position behind me and returned, what seemed like a moment later, with both of these accessories. I was surprised and now even a little bit shocked.
'I knew we'd have to be better equipped if we were going to buy this game.' he explained.
'We PAID FOR this?' I asked. I thought he'd learned his lesson the last time we'd sent forty dollars across the Atlantic to buy one such game.
'It wasn't expensive at all.' he told me, 'actually, it was so cheap that I almost didn't buy it because I thought it would just be rubbish. But...'
'But?'
'You'll see.'
He was still setting controls on what I would later learn was the game options screen. I pointed to one or two controls as he switched them on.
'Game Assistant.' he explained, 'It's a little piece of artificial intelligence that keeps an eye on the game. She interferes with things if they're...well...getting lame.'
'She?' I frowned and pointed to another few controls.
'That switches the sounds off. That one gives both players more points when the game starts...That one adds a random striptease element to the game.'
I conceded slightly, 'It does sound as if it has hidden depths.'
'That it does.'
'Why do I need points?' I asked innocently.
'You need them to buy things. Clothing, favours magic spells....'
'What?' I shook my head slowly, 'You better explain to me how we play this thing. After all, I think you've got a little bit of an unfair advantage.'
He rubbed the back of my neck gently; 'Getting interested now, are we?'
I still wanted to say 'No' but I lied.
**
I knew the rules I knew the game. Or as much as I could learn in a few minutes. Paul was getting more and more excited as he told me how we would play. I have to admit that I was beginning to feel a little turned on again, even if just through the excitement he was radiating.
The game, unsurprisingly, was based on activities. Each player was offered an activity and given the option of accepting or refusing it. Accepting earned points whilst refusal cost points. Each player also had to answer a trivia question with each passing round. These too resulted in points being gained or lost. What surprised me was the fact that points, once accumulated, could be spent in a variety of ways. They could be used to buy clothes from the opponent, forcing them to strip. They could be used to buy sexual favours from the opponent, forcing them to do almost anything! They could also be used to cast a variety of magic spells, some of which seemed highly dubious. There was a Game Cheat spell that, when cast, would bias the game in your favour. There was a Striptease spell that could force the opponent to take off more and more clothes until they were eventually naked or they managed to break the spell (which could be exorcised at the cost of more points). There was a drunkenness spell used to get thopponent helplessly drunk and on it went. I was curious to play by the time I knew enough about what might happen to think I could make a good game of it. I had also managed to get more turned on. I think what did it was the thought of Paul being forced to remove his clothing at my command.
It was nine o'clock before we clicked the button that would start our first game. The game options screen disappeared and was replaced by another screen. I could see all my clothes on it and Paul's also. We both had 25 points and - something that made me laugh again - we were both in 'normal' condition.
The button at the bottom of the screen said: Jeanette, Click here to begin. I clicked on it with the mouse pointer.
'It's kidding' I said only. The game was telling me to do a handstand or lose 30 points. Of course, I'd win 30 if I agreed, 'In this dress?' I objected.
'You can always refuse.'
'No.' I said.
I hadn't tried to do a handstand in... how many years? I couldn't even remember. Still, I was sure that if I didn't remember then surely my body would. I was right, but only barely. Paul had to catch me as I tumbled and almost landed on our HIFI. I said a quiet 'Yeah!' and clicked the button to accept my points.
'That was fun. But it wasn't very sexy.' I said.
'Give it a chance. We're on a very low setting. There are six levels. It'll get as hot as you want it - eventually.'
'As hot as YOU want it.'
'We'll see.' he winked.
The trivia screen appeared for the first time. It was still my turn. A question was presented along with four possible answers. It was something about Desi Arnaz, whom I'd heard of but knew nothing about. I had to guess at the answer - and lost the points I'd gained in my headstand.
'Ha!' Paul grinned, 'You're back where you started.'
'Just you wait.' I said, trying to get with the spirit of things.
'I will.'
It was Paul's turn. He clicked the mouse just a little too eagerly, as if he was keen to get things moving. He wasn't the only one. However, the game had stopped irritating me and actually seemed to have some potential after all.
'Lick your opponent's right foot to win the points' Paul read the activity screen. I knew immediately that he would win the points as, being a tickler, he was very interested in feet also. I slid off my right shoe and curled my toes as his tongue worked over my arch, heel and finally between my toes. I do consider my feet a very erotic part of my body. The feeling of his tongue there made me melt slightly and I warmed a little bit more.
'Mmmn.' He said, having won 35 points.
He answered his trivia question, which was an easier one than mine had been. He now had 70 points to my twenty-five. Before my turn came again, a new screen appeared. It was a surprise screen, it said, instructing Paul that he was to give his opponent a back rub.
'I think that's me.' I said, self-congratulating.
'It certainly is.'
The massage felt good. He worked the stresses out of my shoulders and neck and I felt my body soften. After a while, we continued with the game. My turn had come again.
My activity was an easy one. So was my trivia question. I acquired eighty points before Paul's turn came again. Paul was asked if he would stroke my neck for twenty points. Of course he agreed. But he couldn't answer his trivia question and finished the round with sixty points. I performed my activity (kissing Paul deeply and slowly) and answered my trivia question correctly. I had one hundred and fifty points at the end of the round. I decided I wanted to spend some.
At the end of each player's turn a screen had appeared which gave options for spending points. We hadn't used it yet. I clicked on the button labelled: BUY CLOTHING FROM OPPONENT and a screen appeared, showing me all the clothes Paul was wearing.
'Now what will it be?' I mused.
He was silent, but still grinning.
Before we proceeded, Paul's shirt and tie were hanging on one of the dinner chairs.
'That's better.' I said.
'You'll get yours.'
'I wish.'
'Naughty cat.'
'Meow.'
The game explicitness suddenly increased before Paul's next turn. A screen appeared to warn us. Paul continued with the game and his activity appeared.
'Oh no.' He said.
I read the screen aloud. It said: 'Let your opponent tickle your feet for one minute. Make no sound during this time to win the 40 points.'
A timer had appeared, counting down from 70. The ten seconds, Paul told me, were to allow players to get ready.
'Okay, opponent.' I said, 'Lie down and let's see if you can really stay quiet for one minute to win your precious 40 points!'
As it turned out, he couldn't. Within half a minute he had burst out laughing as my fingers caressed the sole of his right foot (the most ticklish). When my fingers played between his toes he was a goner.
'Ah ha!' I cried in victory.
His points had dropped again. Unfortunately, he managed to answer his trivia question and gained thirty points.
'Incidentally' I asked, 'What happens if you run out of points?'
'You have to sell items of your clothing for points.' He said.
'But what if you run out of clothes?' I asked, 'What do you sell then?'
'Yourself.' He said.
'Interesting.' I admitted, 'Whoever designed this must have a diabolical mind.'
'I'm sure they do.'
I got off lightly with my activity and my trivia question. However, a surprise screen appeared and instructed me to flash my breasts at Paul! I slipped the dress's straps from my shoulders and unclasped my black silk bra. The air felt good against my nipples as I shook my perky breasts from side to side as Paul ogled me openly.
'Seen enough?'
'No, but you better put those weapons away before someone gets hurt.'
The game continued. I ended up losing my suspenders after a round of bad luck. Paul's socks were discarded also. We undressed each other slowly, deliberately and sensuously as the game commanded us. In the rounds that passed my hands, wrists and feet were caressed whilst I was instructed to lick all around Paul's neck. Then, the explicitness jumped again.
'Medium' Paul observed, 'Things might get a little bit more interesting now.'
I hoped so. Secretly, I was really enjoying the game. I was turned on now by the spontaneity of it. I was excited at the control being elsewhere and about the promise, in Paul's eyes, of what was to come.
My activity gave me a start.
'Jeanette, let your opponent tie your right wrist to your right ankle to win the points.' I read aloud.
I claimed the points, though I was a little worried as to what was happening.
'I hoped you'd do that.' Said Paul. He produced some silk scarves (one of the accessories we had specified). In less than a minute I was lying on our soft settee, semi-bound and slightly awkward. 'I'll do the game controls for you.' Said Paul helpfully.
'Thank you very much.' I said sarcastically, feeling even more excited as I realised how restricted my movement had become. I could feel my panties becoming wet with excitement and felt a little nervous in case the game should instruct me to remove them!
Worse was to happen. I answered my trivia question wrongly and lost more points, though thankfully not enough to lose me my dress!
Adam took his turn. His activity involved his trying to seduce me using light caresses of my legs that had to stop at my thighs! He had two minutes to perform this.
His hands started on my feet and I think I knew then and there that he'd be getting his points. He knew all the right spots (between my toes and the soft spot of my arch) and when the second minute of the timed activity started his hands were travelling up legs that were already shaking. I found myself moaning as he stroked me under my knee, but as his hands travelled up to my thighs and his dancing fingers moved unbearably closer to my pussy I was groaning with pleasure and struggling against my wrist/ankle tie. Then, the siren sounded to indicate that his time was up. He collected the points as I collected myself.
My turn came. I had to remain motionless for three minutes as Paul ran the vibrator along my neck, chest and stomach. The game warned him that he was not allowed to touch me anywhere else with it, nor was he allowed to touch my nipples. I managed t stay still for the three minutes, though by the end of it I could feel my nipples trying to pierce their way through the dress. My panties were soaking wet and I had changed my mind about wanting to remove them now. I hoped that he'd take them off me!
I survived two more rounds, and then I got the last surprise I wanted. I was still tied, one wrist to one ankle. Paul read the surprise out for me.
'Your opponent will now tickle your feet, knees and thighs. Tell them how much you love to be tickled or they may tickle you for five minutes instead of one.'
He grinned wildly, 'Oh dear.'
'Oh dear indeed.'
The counter had started. He moved to position.
'What will it be, one minute or five?' he said, starting to run light fingers over my feet, 'It's up to you, baby.'
It was a terrible, delicious and exhilarating feeling to be restrained and tickled at the same time. We'd done it before, sure, but I'd never been forced to say what I now had to say!
'Oh. Er. I love it! Tickle me more!' I gasped, trying to avoid the slight smile that would become a bigger smile that would become, inevitably, guffaws of helpless laughter, 'I...that's too ticklish there! No. Haha!' I shrieked and then laughed because I'd shrieked (or because he was tickling me under my knees, 'Keep tickling... hahahaha I love it... I can't stand it...'
The minute seemed to last forever. Somehow his hands were on my thighs and tickling fingers were making me squirm, struggle and twitch. I was trying to ask for more but I could barely speak now for the laughter.
'I want..hahahahah stop it... you're hahahahaha'
The siren sounded. The exquisite torture stopped and I lay, dishevelled, on the settee. 'God.' I said. I was horny as hell.
'You're in a lot of trouble' Paul said, 'The game tracks each player's predicament. It knows that you're tied up.'
'It what?'
'It knows you're tied up.' He repeated, 'That means that when you get an activity or a surprise it will be tailored towards your predicament.'
It was his turn. The explicitness increased to HIGH as he took it. He told me we were still 2 settings below maximum. I hoped we'd get there really soon.
'Oh dear.' Paul shook his head, 'I'm afraid I have to lick your upper, inner thighs and all around your pussy for three minutes or I'll lose 50 points. I can't afford to lose that many points.'
'Em.' I pulled at my bond and I could feel my pussy tingle in anticipation, 'Maybe we can talk about this first?'
'Nope.' He whispered. Then his face was under my dress and I could feel his tongue on my thighs.
'Oh.'
I was wriggling and struggling and kicking my free leg as his tongue moved around my sweating, fretting legs and upwards to the rim of my panties. I squirmed madly, desperate for his face to brush against me there. I was so hot I couldn't bear it. Then, as his tongue began to circle my pantied pussy, I couldn't help but sigh and moan his name.
The siren went. Had three minutes passed? I opened my eyes as Paul emerged.
'I've just got to eat that pussy.' He said, 'You better watch out.'
I pretended to be a frightened schoolgirl. 'Oh no, not that!'
The game continued. I lost fifty points in a race to strip before Paul. I had no chance in my predicament. But Paul lost forty when he didn't answer his trivia question. His surprise involved my sucking and licking his nipples for two minutes. We both loved every second of it. My turn came around again. I was to have the vibrator put in my ass or lose 40 points! I decided to lose the points. In doing so, I also lost my dress. Paul removed it for me, leaving me in my black knickers and bra. I felt incredibly turned on, like I might explode if he should touch me again. I longed to feel his cock inside me. It was all I could do to stop myself from begging him to put it in me.
The game continued. My next activity gave me the choice of having my other wrist secured to my other ankle or losing points. I couldn't afford to lose the points as I knew that my bra would quickly follow. I let Paul tie me again. This time, when he was finished, I felt very helpless and very sexy. When I tried to lay back my restraints would pull my legs wide apart. I lay that way as the game continued, sitting up from time to time to read what was going on the screen (Paul might cheat, after all!).
The explicitness increased to VERY HIGH. Paul's next activity involved his masturbating himself for five minutes as I tickled his balls. He would lose 60 points if he came. I didn't really want him to lose the points for my own reasons, but I still tried with all my might. Somehow, he held himself together. My turn involved everything I hoped for. Restrained as I was, said the game, I was to be 'eaten alive' for five minutes. If I came I would lose fifty points.
The timer started. I knew I would lose. I had absolutely no chance.
Paul tugged at my panties as I squirmed. I didn't want to sit up. I wanted to lie back with my legs forced open and have him probe every part of me down there. But I sat up anyway, knowing what he'd do and knowing it would drive me crazy.
'Lie back' he said, gently pushing my torso back into the prone position, 'just lie back and open those legs nice and wide for me.'
My panties were around my thighs and my pussy glistened with its juices. Everything happened in a blur of excitement and sexual tension. I was panting, wriggling, struggling and then his tongue was just everywhere. I felt him lick my thighs and then he was inside my pussy. I couldn't help myself but call out for more. I was struggling, thrashing and moaning for him not to stop. My bum bounced up and down on the sofa as his arms, wrapped around my waist, held me securely and his tongue delved into my moistness. Then I was coming hard and coming fast without a thing in the world I could do to stop it. My bum bucked up and down as he held me and his tongue pushed impossibly deep inside me.
'Oh God.' I heard myself say
It had been a hard day at the office and a harder day coming home. The tube was packed with people, all of whom seemed to be moving in the wrong direction. When I emerged onto the streets it was raining hard. I decided to walk home. By the time I go there I was fuming. Ashamedly, as I now think of it, I had somehow transferred my anger to my husband Paul. It was his fault that my new secretary had misplaced the important documents I had spent three hours re-creating and his fault that I had been forced to wade through the crowds in the underground. It was his fault that I was soaked to the skin.
It was Friday night, but I had forgotten that in my anger.
I arrived home two hours after leaving the office. My mind was swirling with one dozen arguments to start and a dozen more reasons why everything that went wrong was all my husband's fault. I slammed the garden gate shut behind me and stormed to the front door. I thumbed the doorbell, angrily, three or four times.
The door opened quickly - too quickly - as if Paul had been waiting for me to arrive. I didn't realise in that moment that he had been waiting. I didn't realise that he had been very busy also.
He stood there for the winking of an eye before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and gently hauling me inside. I glared at him with my irrational rage and opened my mouth to curse him. Before I could speak he put his finger to his lips and made a 'shh' sound.
'Come inside' he said, 'It's warmer in the lounge'
Only then did I realise that he was wearing the Armani suit that we'd brought back from New York after our Easter trip there. He was wearing the aftershave I liked and had groomed himself immaculately. He had a strange look on his face and I was curious enough to be woken from my spell of madness long enough to allow his gentle arms to lead me into the lounge of our bungalow. I smelled the food before I saw it, but only for a moment before I took in the spectacle of our old oak dining table laid with our best silver and china. The table was set for two. In the hearth, our coal fire blazed generously.
'Paul?' I breathed, calmer now.
'I thought I'd cook tonight.' he said only, smiling.
**
The radox bath was hot, foamy and delicious. The scented candles gave the air a sweet smell of lavender. The steam in our bathroom was thick, reminding me of the last sauna Paul and I had taken together. The thought made me smile. The soothing heat had dissipated my anger and now, despite a pang of guilt, I was happy. The office was a whole weekend away.
I have to admit that I already had erotic thoughts on my mind as I lay in the bath letting the soapy heat caress my aching muscles. I knew that the evening would end with my taking Paul to his favourite place and keeping him there as long as possible. The thoughts aroused me and I was daydreaming with my hand between my legs and my eyes closed as Paul entered the bathroom.
'Thinking of me, I hope.'
'As a matter of fact, I was' I said, 'I'm afraid I was being a naughty girl. All this steam and soap...'
He cocked his head to one side and frowned in a pretence of scolding.
'That is naughty.' he said, 'Especially considering the feast that your husband has prepared for you tonight.'
I laughed quietly and said: 'I don't think my fiddly fingers will spoil my appetite for the meal tonight.'
Paul grinned cheekily. 'I wasn't talking about THAT kind of feast...'
He left the bathroom and left me feeling hotter than ever. I gave myself one last stroke down there and then took my hand away. I was excited now; wondering what the evening had in store for us. I knew it would be exciting. With Paul, it always was.
In forty minutes I was sitting in the lounge enjoying a brandy. Paul was still working in the kitchen. I noticed that our PC was switched on, which was unusual for a Friday evening. When I looked closer I could see a picture of a semi-nude cartoon girl on the screen. Above her were the words 'Sexual Pursuits'. I wondered what Paul had been up to during my absence. He entered the room a minute later, carrying a tray of covered food, and I asked him what was there on the screen.
'That?' he said mildly, 'Well... I suppose you could say that it's dessert.'
I feigned disappointment and smiled 'Oh. I thought that I was dessert.'
He considered this with the pantomime seriousness that I adored. He said:
'Hmm. Darling, you are ALWAYS my dessert. Let's just say that what you've seen is a different way of serving the dessert.'
We left it at that. I knew the rules, I knew the game. I knew that something special was happening. I knew that I would enjoy it - that we both would. I was almost impatient to get the meal eaten and done with. But those thoughts dissolved when the food was served. He had cooked my favourite Beef Wellington in a red wine sauce with roast potatoes and cauliflower cheese. It looked delicious. He'd chosen a cheerful and fruity Australian cabernet sauvignon that stood uncorked on the table.
We ate and made quiet conversation. He didn't ask me about my day at the office and I didn't ask him about his novel. Both were taboo subjects on a Friday night. I kept looking into his eyes intently, transmitting my love for him telepathically, I hoped. It seemed to be working. He stared back at me hungrily. In fact, his eyes never seemed to leave my face.
I was feeling sexy now and I knew that he guessed it. I had put on the tight black dress he liked and beneath it I wore the silk panties and bra that I liked. I wore black stockings and high heeled shoes. We both liked those. I was wearing my small diamond earrings and the perfume he enjoyed. My long dark hair was down, cascading over my shoulders. Gazing at the intensity
of his face my mind wandered to images of Paul holding me in his arms. I imagined being deliciously undressed, slowly and sensuously, before being laid down on the fake mink before the fireplace. As my eyes held his I was sure he could read my thoughts. At least I hoped he could.
Paul looked exquisite in his white silk shirt, grey trousers and wetly shined black shoes. His face, neck and hands were slightly ruddy from the heat in the room, contrasting the piercing cobalt of his eyes. I found it difficult to keep my eyes on his face. They wanted to stray towards his firm chest, his powerful hands.
'What were you saying about dessert?' I asked eventually, having removed a shoe beneath the table so that my stockinged foot could caress Paul's calves.
'Dessert...' he sipped his wine, 'Well, I thought for a change we might try something a little different.'
I could not help but laugh slightly. It seemed we were always trying something different. Not that I minded of course...
'I stumbled across something on the internet.' said Paul, 'A computer game. I thought it might be nice if we were to play it together tonight.'
I was not exactly disappointed as such because I knew Paul very well and understood that there must be more to what he was now saying than met the eye. It was not with enthusiasm however; that I asked him what kind of game he was talking about.
He gestured towards the screen. 'It's called Sexual Pursuits.' he told me, 'It's a party game for couples.'
Again I was not enthusiastic at all. I made a show of smiling anyway. We'd played one or two of these games before and although they'd been kind of fun they mostly detracted from the actual subject they were supposed to specialise in. They were either too explicit too quickly or nowhere near explicit enough. I had been more disappointed than Paul had been. It was understandable, as there was a strong male bias to these games.
'I know what you're thinking.' he said, 'but I've taken some time to look at this one. It's different.'
I was not too impressed and, actually, had started to feel a little bit turned off by the idea now. I pushed my foot back into my shoe and cocked my head to one side. Paul was on his feet now and, taking my hand in his, he led me towards the PC. He sat me down on his favourite black leather chair as he stood behind me and to the left of my shoulder. I looked at the computer screen and read some of the writing there. It was the usual stuff you would expect to see: warnings against copying and distribution, a legal disclaimer about age, blah...
'Shall we play a game then?' I asked. I tried to sound as enthusiastic as Paul obviously was, but I don't think it came off sounding right. He didn't answer me but instead moved the mouse pointer to click the button that would start the game.
'Hey everybody, we're all going to get laid!'
The sound burst from the PC speakers, startling me. I looked at Paul and he looked at me. After a moment of silence we both started laughing uncontrollably.
The laughter lasted far too long. I think, in retrospect, that a great deal of tension had built up between us in the time since we had departed the table to sit facing the PC. I was feeling tense because I knew that for some unknown reason Paul really wanted me to play this game with him and that my attempts to feign enthusiasm were not proving very successful. And I think that Paul was nervous or tense because of the same thing. Here was something that he felt we would enjoy together and here was me not seeming overtly keen to enjoy it. This rarely happened to Paul and I. We enjoyed the same tastes I most things, especially sex.
The laughter saved the evening, as it turned out. It broke the ice that had started to form and made me feel more at ease with the whole idea. I was now thinking that playing this game would be no great hardship. I was now thinking that it might actually be as much fun as Paul thought. But mostly, I was thinking that once we'd played it Paul would have got the whole thing out of his system and then we could get to that very important meeting in front of the fire!
'Rodney Dangerfield' said Paul, still laughing quietly. 'I got the Hell of a fright the first time I heard it too.'
I smiled and kissed the side of his face.
'Let's play.' I said.
The screen had changed and I realised I had been looking at the introduction screen. Now the screen was different. In the top right hand corner an exuberant female character echoed the screen's title: FEMALE PREFERENCES
'I have to put my name in.' I stated the obvious.
'Yes. And you have to tell it what clothing you're wearing and what fetishes you like.'
My eyebrows raised. I looked at the fetishes. My favourites were there, along with some that didn't turn me on at all. Some of the choices even shocked me, slightly. I said so.
'I suppose you have to cater for all tastes.' Paul shrugged as I checked the BONDAGE option; 'It doesn't really matter because the fetishes won't turn up in the game unless you specifically select them here.'
'Okay.' I said, more curious now. I checked the items of clothing I was wearing and unchecked the ones that I wasn't. Then I typed in my name. 'Okay.' I repeated, 'What now?'
'Now it's my turn.' he smiled.
He selected the same fetishes as I but also checked the TICKLING checkbox. This didn't surprise me at all and I winked at him in approval, though I secretly cringed at the thought of tickling. It always reduced me to helplessness. He too entered his clothing details and then his name. Then he pressed the button to continue to the next screen.
The next screen was filled with accessories: handcuffs, rope, vibrator, baby oil and yoghurt to name but a few. Some of the accessories didn't make much sense to me either, but again Paul explained that these were probably to be used with some of the more obscure fetishes.
'You must be the fetish master.' I said cheekily, 'To know all this.'
'Yes.' he said with equal humour, 'Soon you will learn all I know, young apprentice...'
We laughed together quietly. Paul checked several of the boxes, including the rope and handcuffs and vibrator. I complained that we didn't have either a vibrator or any handcuffs.
'Ah!' he said quietly, 'But that's where you're wrong!'
He left his position behind me and returned, what seemed like a moment later, with both of these accessories. I was surprised and now even a little bit shocked.
'I knew we'd have to be better equipped if we were going to buy this game.' he explained.
'We PAID FOR this?' I asked. I thought he'd learned his lesson the last time we'd sent forty dollars across the Atlantic to buy one such game.
'It wasn't expensive at all.' he told me, 'actually, it was so cheap that I almost didn't buy it because I thought it would just be rubbish. But...'
'But?'
'You'll see.'
He was still setting controls on what I would later learn was the game options screen. I pointed to one or two controls as he switched them on.
'Game Assistant.' he explained, 'It's a little piece of artificial intelligence that keeps an eye on the game. She interferes with things if they're...well...getting lame.'
'She?' I frowned and pointed to another few controls.
'That switches the sounds off. That one gives both players more points when the game starts...That one adds a random striptease element to the game.'
I conceded slightly, 'It does sound as if it has hidden depths.'
'That it does.'
'Why do I need points?' I asked innocently.
'You need them to buy things. Clothing, favours magic spells....'
'What?' I shook my head slowly, 'You better explain to me how we play this thing. After all, I think you've got a little bit of an unfair advantage.'
He rubbed the back of my neck gently; 'Getting interested now, are we?'
I still wanted to say 'No' but I lied.
**
I knew the rules I knew the game. Or as much as I could learn in a few minutes. Paul was getting more and more excited as he told me how we would play. I have to admit that I was beginning to feel a little turned on again, even if just through the excitement he was radiating.
The game, unsurprisingly, was based on activities. Each player was offered an activity and given the option of accepting or refusing it. Accepting earned points whilst refusal cost points. Each player also had to answer a trivia question with each passing round. These too resulted in points being gained or lost. What surprised me was the fact that points, once accumulated, could be spent in a variety of ways. They could be used to buy clothes from the opponent, forcing them to strip. They could be used to buy sexual favours from the opponent, forcing them to do almost anything! They could also be used to cast a variety of magic spells, some of which seemed highly dubious. There was a Game Cheat spell that, when cast, would bias the game in your favour. There was a Striptease spell that could force the opponent to take off more and more clothes until they were eventually naked or they managed to break the spell (which could be exorcised at the cost of more points). There was a drunkenness spell used to get thopponent helplessly drunk and on it went. I was curious to play by the time I knew enough about what might happen to think I could make a good game of it. I had also managed to get more turned on. I think what did it was the thought of Paul being forced to remove his clothing at my command.
It was nine o'clock before we clicked the button that would start our first game. The game options screen disappeared and was replaced by another screen. I could see all my clothes on it and Paul's also. We both had 25 points and - something that made me laugh again - we were both in 'normal' condition.
The button at the bottom of the screen said: Jeanette, Click here to begin. I clicked on it with the mouse pointer.
'It's kidding' I said only. The game was telling me to do a handstand or lose 30 points. Of course, I'd win 30 if I agreed, 'In this dress?' I objected.
'You can always refuse.'
'No.' I said.
I hadn't tried to do a handstand in... how many years? I couldn't even remember. Still, I was sure that if I didn't remember then surely my body would. I was right, but only barely. Paul had to catch me as I tumbled and almost landed on our HIFI. I said a quiet 'Yeah!' and clicked the button to accept my points.
'That was fun. But it wasn't very sexy.' I said.
'Give it a chance. We're on a very low setting. There are six levels. It'll get as hot as you want it - eventually.'
'As hot as YOU want it.'
'We'll see.' he winked.
The trivia screen appeared for the first time. It was still my turn. A question was presented along with four possible answers. It was something about Desi Arnaz, whom I'd heard of but knew nothing about. I had to guess at the answer - and lost the points I'd gained in my headstand.
'Ha!' Paul grinned, 'You're back where you started.'
'Just you wait.' I said, trying to get with the spirit of things.
'I will.'
It was Paul's turn. He clicked the mouse just a little too eagerly, as if he was keen to get things moving. He wasn't the only one. However, the game had stopped irritating me and actually seemed to have some potential after all.
'Lick your opponent's right foot to win the points' Paul read the activity screen. I knew immediately that he would win the points as, being a tickler, he was very interested in feet also. I slid off my right shoe and curled my toes as his tongue worked over my arch, heel and finally between my toes. I do consider my feet a very erotic part of my body. The feeling of his tongue there made me melt slightly and I warmed a little bit more.
'Mmmn.' He said, having won 35 points.
He answered his trivia question, which was an easier one than mine had been. He now had 70 points to my twenty-five. Before my turn came again, a new screen appeared. It was a surprise screen, it said, instructing Paul that he was to give his opponent a back rub.
'I think that's me.' I said, self-congratulating.
'It certainly is.'
The massage felt good. He worked the stresses out of my shoulders and neck and I felt my body soften. After a while, we continued with the game. My turn had come again.
My activity was an easy one. So was my trivia question. I acquired eighty points before Paul's turn came again. Paul was asked if he would stroke my neck for twenty points. Of course he agreed. But he couldn't answer his trivia question and finished the round with sixty points. I performed my activity (kissing Paul deeply and slowly) and answered my trivia question correctly. I had one hundred and fifty points at the end of the round. I decided I wanted to spend some.
At the end of each player's turn a screen had appeared which gave options for spending points. We hadn't used it yet. I clicked on the button labelled: BUY CLOTHING FROM OPPONENT and a screen appeared, showing me all the clothes Paul was wearing.
'Now what will it be?' I mused.
He was silent, but still grinning.
Before we proceeded, Paul's shirt and tie were hanging on one of the dinner chairs.
'That's better.' I said.
'You'll get yours.'
'I wish.'
'Naughty cat.'
'Meow.'
The game explicitness suddenly increased before Paul's next turn. A screen appeared to warn us. Paul continued with the game and his activity appeared.
'Oh no.' He said.
I read the screen aloud. It said: 'Let your opponent tickle your feet for one minute. Make no sound during this time to win the 40 points.'
A timer had appeared, counting down from 70. The ten seconds, Paul told me, were to allow players to get ready.
'Okay, opponent.' I said, 'Lie down and let's see if you can really stay quiet for one minute to win your precious 40 points!'
As it turned out, he couldn't. Within half a minute he had burst out laughing as my fingers caressed the sole of his right foot (the most ticklish). When my fingers played between his toes he was a goner.
'Ah ha!' I cried in victory.
His points had dropped again. Unfortunately, he managed to answer his trivia question and gained thirty points.
'Incidentally' I asked, 'What happens if you run out of points?'
'You have to sell items of your clothing for points.' He said.
'But what if you run out of clothes?' I asked, 'What do you sell then?'
'Yourself.' He said.
'Interesting.' I admitted, 'Whoever designed this must have a diabolical mind.'
'I'm sure they do.'
I got off lightly with my activity and my trivia question. However, a surprise screen appeared and instructed me to flash my breasts at Paul! I slipped the dress's straps from my shoulders and unclasped my black silk bra. The air felt good against my nipples as I shook my perky breasts from side to side as Paul ogled me openly.
'Seen enough?'
'No, but you better put those weapons away before someone gets hurt.'
The game continued. I ended up losing my suspenders after a round of bad luck. Paul's socks were discarded also. We undressed each other slowly, deliberately and sensuously as the game commanded us. In the rounds that passed my hands, wrists and feet were caressed whilst I was instructed to lick all around Paul's neck. Then, the explicitness jumped again.
'Medium' Paul observed, 'Things might get a little bit more interesting now.'
I hoped so. Secretly, I was really enjoying the game. I was turned on now by the spontaneity of it. I was excited at the control being elsewhere and about the promise, in Paul's eyes, of what was to come.
My activity gave me a start.
'Jeanette, let your opponent tie your right wrist to your right ankle to win the points.' I read aloud.
I claimed the points, though I was a little worried as to what was happening.
'I hoped you'd do that.' Said Paul. He produced some silk scarves (one of the accessories we had specified). In less than a minute I was lying on our soft settee, semi-bound and slightly awkward. 'I'll do the game controls for you.' Said Paul helpfully.
'Thank you very much.' I said sarcastically, feeling even more excited as I realised how restricted my movement had become. I could feel my panties becoming wet with excitement and felt a little nervous in case the game should instruct me to remove them!
Worse was to happen. I answered my trivia question wrongly and lost more points, though thankfully not enough to lose me my dress!
Adam took his turn. His activity involved his trying to seduce me using light caresses of my legs that had to stop at my thighs! He had two minutes to perform this.
His hands started on my feet and I think I knew then and there that he'd be getting his points. He knew all the right spots (between my toes and the soft spot of my arch) and when the second minute of the timed activity started his hands were travelling up legs that were already shaking. I found myself moaning as he stroked me under my knee, but as his hands travelled up to my thighs and his dancing fingers moved unbearably closer to my pussy I was groaning with pleasure and struggling against my wrist/ankle tie. Then, the siren sounded to indicate that his time was up. He collected the points as I collected myself.
My turn came. I had to remain motionless for three minutes as Paul ran the vibrator along my neck, chest and stomach. The game warned him that he was not allowed to touch me anywhere else with it, nor was he allowed to touch my nipples. I managed t stay still for the three minutes, though by the end of it I could feel my nipples trying to pierce their way through the dress. My panties were soaking wet and I had changed my mind about wanting to remove them now. I hoped that he'd take them off me!
I survived two more rounds, and then I got the last surprise I wanted. I was still tied, one wrist to one ankle. Paul read the surprise out for me.
'Your opponent will now tickle your feet, knees and thighs. Tell them how much you love to be tickled or they may tickle you for five minutes instead of one.'
He grinned wildly, 'Oh dear.'
'Oh dear indeed.'
The counter had started. He moved to position.
'What will it be, one minute or five?' he said, starting to run light fingers over my feet, 'It's up to you, baby.'
It was a terrible, delicious and exhilarating feeling to be restrained and tickled at the same time. We'd done it before, sure, but I'd never been forced to say what I now had to say!
'Oh. Er. I love it! Tickle me more!' I gasped, trying to avoid the slight smile that would become a bigger smile that would become, inevitably, guffaws of helpless laughter, 'I...that's too ticklish there! No. Haha!' I shrieked and then laughed because I'd shrieked (or because he was tickling me under my knees, 'Keep tickling... hahahaha I love it... I can't stand it...'
The minute seemed to last forever. Somehow his hands were on my thighs and tickling fingers were making me squirm, struggle and twitch. I was trying to ask for more but I could barely speak now for the laughter.
'I want..hahahahah stop it... you're hahahahaha'
The siren sounded. The exquisite torture stopped and I lay, dishevelled, on the settee. 'God.' I said. I was horny as hell.
'You're in a lot of trouble' Paul said, 'The game tracks each player's predicament. It knows that you're tied up.'
'It what?'
'It knows you're tied up.' He repeated, 'That means that when you get an activity or a surprise it will be tailored towards your predicament.'
It was his turn. The explicitness increased to HIGH as he took it. He told me we were still 2 settings below maximum. I hoped we'd get there really soon.
'Oh dear.' Paul shook his head, 'I'm afraid I have to lick your upper, inner thighs and all around your pussy for three minutes or I'll lose 50 points. I can't afford to lose that many points.'
'Em.' I pulled at my bond and I could feel my pussy tingle in anticipation, 'Maybe we can talk about this first?'
'Nope.' He whispered. Then his face was under my dress and I could feel his tongue on my thighs.
'Oh.'
I was wriggling and struggling and kicking my free leg as his tongue moved around my sweating, fretting legs and upwards to the rim of my panties. I squirmed madly, desperate for his face to brush against me there. I was so hot I couldn't bear it. Then, as his tongue began to circle my pantied pussy, I couldn't help but sigh and moan his name.
The siren went. Had three minutes passed? I opened my eyes as Paul emerged.
'I've just got to eat that pussy.' He said, 'You better watch out.'
I pretended to be a frightened schoolgirl. 'Oh no, not that!'
The game continued. I lost fifty points in a race to strip before Paul. I had no chance in my predicament. But Paul lost forty when he didn't answer his trivia question. His surprise involved my sucking and licking his nipples for two minutes. We both loved every second of it. My turn came around again. I was to have the vibrator put in my ass or lose 40 points! I decided to lose the points. In doing so, I also lost my dress. Paul removed it for me, leaving me in my black knickers and bra. I felt incredibly turned on, like I might explode if he should touch me again. I longed to feel his cock inside me. It was all I could do to stop myself from begging him to put it in me.
The game continued. My next activity gave me the choice of having my other wrist secured to my other ankle or losing points. I couldn't afford to lose the points as I knew that my bra would quickly follow. I let Paul tie me again. This time, when he was finished, I felt very helpless and very sexy. When I tried to lay back my restraints would pull my legs wide apart. I lay that way as the game continued, sitting up from time to time to read what was going on the screen (Paul might cheat, after all!).
The explicitness increased to VERY HIGH. Paul's next activity involved his masturbating himself for five minutes as I tickled his balls. He would lose 60 points if he came. I didn't really want him to lose the points for my own reasons, but I still tried with all my might. Somehow, he held himself together. My turn involved everything I hoped for. Restrained as I was, said the game, I was to be 'eaten alive' for five minutes. If I came I would lose fifty points.
The timer started. I knew I would lose. I had absolutely no chance.
Paul tugged at my panties as I squirmed. I didn't want to sit up. I wanted to lie back with my legs forced open and have him probe every part of me down there. But I sat up anyway, knowing what he'd do and knowing it would drive me crazy.
'Lie back' he said, gently pushing my torso back into the prone position, 'just lie back and open those legs nice and wide for me.'
My panties were around my thighs and my pussy glistened with its juices. Everything happened in a blur of excitement and sexual tension. I was panting, wriggling, struggling and then his tongue was just everywhere. I felt him lick my thighs and then he was inside my pussy. I couldn't help myself but call out for more. I was struggling, thrashing and moaning for him not to stop. My bum bounced up and down on the sofa as his arms, wrapped around my waist, held me securely and his tongue delved into my moistness. Then I was coming hard and coming fast without a thing in the world I could do to stop it. My bum bucked up and down as he held me and his tongue pushed impossibly deep inside me.
'Oh God.' I heard myself say
