Chapter 4 of the Game They Played
Alice and Martin made their way to the hotel following an arduous day with their client. Despite the difficulties during the meeting, Martin was certain they would finish it off by Wednesday afternoon as planned. On the other hand, Daniel found his way home after a comparatively stress-free day, welcomed by Lucy, who stood in nothing more than black pumps, stockings with suspenders, and an apron. She greeted him with a passionate kiss, letting him know dinner would be ready in 30 minutes before heading towards the kitchen. As she left his line of sight, she sent him a lascivious grin, knowing Daniel was lusting after her.
Lucy frequently worked from home, permitting her to be there for Daniel's departure and return.
"No need to change or shower, my darling," she informed him, reappearing in the doorway. "Your smell after an office day is irresistible."
Taken aback, Daniel complied. True to her word, Lucy invited him to a tantalising stew. She was dressed in a summer dress, with her makeup applied, sitting at the table, awaiting Daniel's arrival.
"You're stunning, Mom," he expressed his astonishment as he gazed at her.
"Thank you. Tell me about your day," she requested.
After the meal, she suggested a stroll in the balmy night, and when Daniel agreed, she put on some flat shoes. Strolling beside him, with her arm in his, she felt twenty years younger, happy and excited, yet content with her love. A passerby might look at them strangely, yet they were too engrossed in each other. As they strolled down an alley, Daniel pushed Lucy up against the wall and held her tight around her neck. She was flummoxed by this new side of him, even more surprised when it aroused her so intensely. He kissed her passionately, stifling her complaints, dominating her before taking her breath away with his ardour. She loved his dominance, loved how he took control, and the way that made her feel. She embraced him tightly, and they snogged for a long time, unaware of the world around them. If he had stripped her then and there, she wouldn't have objected.
"How about some ice cream?" Daniel casually queried, not bothering to hear her reply, trudging her behind him to his preferred ice cream parlour.
"Sure!" She chuckled, relieved she was wearing flats.
They sat on a park bench beneath the dim streetlight, Daniel's arm around her shoulder. In silence, they devoured their ice creams, feeling more at ease in each other's presence than with their partners. Both knew their feelings, but they would not verbally express or understand them. They were content with the status quo, instead appreciating their stolen moments together. The way they looked at each other, the manner they behaved demonstrated to a distant spectator that they were deeply in love.
"You make me feel so good, Daniel," Lucy whispered.
"I feel the same, Lucy."
She slid onto his lap, placing her arms around his neck, and kissed him softly. Their lips met, melting together just as young lovers do. They felt invigorated, especially Lucy, who had not experienced such passion for years, their rambunctious trysts delightfully intoxicating. They heard the odd opinions of bystanders, including the term "hotel."
"Take me home, Daniel," whispered Lucy.
Simultaneously, a thousand kilometres away, Alice shook with fear as she approached the rooftop bar on her gold stiletto heels, adorned in a black top-less dress only supported by three gold chains on each side of her torso. The low-cut dress revealed more skin than she was usually comfortable with, yet, she followed Martin's demand. As they arrived at the hotel, he gifted her some shopping bags and instructed her to put on only what was inside. Taking a glance at the bag's contents, she was anxious, as she had never before dressed so provocatively. She decided to play up her persona, applying bright red lipstick and emphasising her eyes with a combination of dark and brilliant shades, as well as a dash of blush on her cheeks.
As Alice stepped into the venue, she caught a glimpse of Martin sitting at the bar. "Uh oh!" She muttered to herself, recognizing the person sitting next to him. "What does he want? Why is he talking to Martin?" She wondered aloud as she made her way towards the two men. Her heart was racing in her chest as she feared having to confront Jack. She had wished he would appear in the elevator, but alas, here he was. Her anger towards him burned, yet at the same time, her body throbbed, thinking of him. Martin sensed her presence and stood up, facing her before getting a good look at her. Jack, noticing Martin turning his attention elsewhere, noticed Alice and a smile spread across his face.
"Hey there, woman," Martin greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "You look gorgeous tonight."
"Thank you, Martin," Alice replied, her blush intensifying when she turned her gaze towards Jack. She had never called Martin 'Daddy' in front of anyone, but he insisted that she did so now.
"Daddy, we're not at work," she remarked, giving Jack a sidelong glance as her cheeks grew pinker.
"Daddy, that is right, my dear. Jack came to apologize for last night's behaviour. Am I correct, Jack?"
"Yes, sir, I was out of line," Jack replied, sliding off his high chair.
"It's okay, we all make mistakes," Alice nervously said.
"Take this seat," Jack instructed, gesturing towards one of the high chairs.
"Jack, can you help me up?" Alice inquired, half smiling at him.
"Of course," he responded, turning to face her and helping her up into the chair without any embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions.
"Jack, would you please excuse us for a moment?" Jack bid farewell, hoping they would allow him to leave.
"No problem, Jack. I'm sure baby girl won't mind your company," Martin reassured him, looking at Alice.
"If you're both fine with it, then, by all means, sit with us," Jack agreed, fetching an extra high chair.
They all ordered drinks, and time disappeared quickly, filling the air with small talk. Jack was putting his best foot forward, knowing he had to please not only Alice, but also Martin if he had any hope of spending more time with her.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Martin exclaimed, pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and giving it to Alice.
"What's that?" she asked, placing her drink down and taking the box.
"Take a look!" Martin urged.
Curious, Alice opened the box, revealing a gold anklet with a 2 centimeter-long infinity ring. In the middle of the ring, at its narrowest part, a female symbol hung on it. On each side of the symbol were two male symbols, forming a loop around the symbol. She showed the anklet to both Martin and Jack.
"What is the significance of your anklet?" Jack inquired.
"I'm not sure you're familiar with this," she said, sounding proud.
"I've heard of relationships like this, but never imagined they existed," Jack admitted.
"Wow, really? Well, there are real 'hotwives' in the world. Right now, Martin is at home while I'm with you. I love both of you—when I'm with my husband, I give myself entirely to him, and when I'm with you, I belong to you."
"Wow, I had no idea," Jack expressed, surprised by what he was hearing.
"Daddy, would you put it on for me?" she asked, crossing her legs.
"Certainly, but why don't you let Jack put it on you instead?" Martin suggested.
"Really?"
"Most certainly, would you please fasten it around her ankle, Jack?" Martin instructed.
"My pleasure, sir."
Jack removed the anklet from Alice's grasp and got down on one knee. He figured out how to secure it around her ankle with the symbols facing outwards before gently rubbing the chain and her foot. He was fully aware of the anklet's meaning and the nature of hotwives - he'd been seducing numerous wives in the past, causing their husbands to become cuckolds while relishing the excitement of the hunt and not caring about the repercussions of his actions.
"Adults can do as they please," Jack remarked nonchalantly, believing his statement. He was positive he had misinterpreted Alice on their first encounter and regretted it, so he saw Martin at the bar as an opportunity to entice her again.
"Those boots of yours are stunning, so stylish just like your feet," Jack complimented her. He placed a kiss on top of her foot, and at that moment, Martin felt something stir within him that he'd never felt before, not even when his wife, Lucy, had betrayed him. Watching Mart and Jack's interaction confused him - was it jealousy or arousal? Martin could not tell at first, but it sent a tingling sensation through his stomach.
Knowing the anklet symbolized temptation, Jack believed if he played his cards well, he could persuade Alice to give in to his advances. He would've given anything to have a night with her; she was the hottest woman in his eyes, but he recognized he had messed up their first encounter. With her foot stretched out, Alice inspected how the anklet looked on her foot, leaving Jack entranced. He longed to make love to every inch of her body, her soul, making her crave more and plead for more. Jack removed himself from the stool and settled on a chair, still under Alice's spell.
"Shall we make our way to the restaurant, darling?" Martin asked, glancing at Alice.
Jack jumped down from his stool and held out his hand to Alice, who took it and slid off the chair while letting go too soon. Martin also stood up and took Alice's hand, watching their interaction closely. He observed the tension between them and made a wise choice.
"Jack, may I invite you to dine with us?"
"I'll reconsider. I feel I have taken up enough of your time," Jack replied, freeing Alice's hand.
"Rubbish," Alice exclaimed, blushing with remorse for her eagerness.
"You're welcome to join us, Jack," Martin agreed, guiding Alice's hand in his own.
Curiously, Alice held on to Jack's hand, bringing him along. His smirk was hidden from others but not to her as he realized another obstacle fell. Alice enjoyed being sandwiched between two men, got lost in her thoughts, pondering whether she'd let Jack steal her from Martin for a single night. The awkward silence stretched from the elevator to the restaurant entrance. Interestingly, Martin experienced his emotions fluctuating: confusion about his feelings, surprise over his arousal, and pure disbelief as he witnessed the escalating situation.
Just as they were about to enter the restaurant, Jack asked, "May I do that?"
Confused, they glanced at Jack, who lifted Alice's chin with his fingers. He then planted a deep, lingering kiss on her lips while leaving Alice and Martin in shock. Martin had planned to be upset, but instead, he became aroused; Alice couldn't help but question how far Martin would allow this to proceed. In return, Jack received a glare of anger from Martin before snapping out of his daze. This time Jack pulled away to let Alice and Martin exit, his determination to sleep with her unbroken, making him 90% sure he would.
As soon as they found a spot in the restaurant, Jack immediately focused on captivating Alice. It hadn't even started when Alice moved close to him, forcing him to sit next to her. Martin wasn't very happy about this arrangement but let it slide. Jack gradually attracted Alice's full attention, making certain to exclude Martin from her line of sight. Martin just sat back and observed Jack, recognizing how he manipulated Alice's attention and how she responded to his advances. It began with subtle flirting and innuendos as they browsed the menus and continued until they finished their appetizers.
In that moment, Jack was complimenting Alice's striking eyes and pronouncing them the most ravishing, sparkling eyes he'd ever seen as his hand slid beneath the table. Instructionally, Alice's eyes snapped open and she glanced at Martin, who bore a puzzling expression. She didn't know what to do, and Martin offered no assistance. Jack had his fingers on her bare thigh, edging closer to her now moist pussy when the waitress brought their main dishes out. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, knowing he was on the brink of feeling the slut's pussy in front of her cheating boyfriend.
When they completed their meal, Martin stepped out and went to the restroom to pay his bill, both of them being oblivious to this act. Immediately after, Jack put his arm over Alice's shoulder and kissed her passionately as he moved his hand back to her bare thigh. She couldn't deny that she was aroused by this bad boy.
"I want you, Alice," he mumbled between tender kisses. "Abandon your boyfriend tonight."
"No, I won't do that."
"I know you desire me to take you, to fuck you," he said, his index finger touching her pussy.
The touch of Jack's finger on her clit made her gasp for air. Seeing her open her lips, he swiftly lay one on hers and forcefully explored her mouth. Inside her mind, she was yelling no, but her body reacted and responded to his efforts. Jack, feeling how wet she was, and how she responded to his kiss, knew she belonged to him.
"Let's ascend to my chamber, sexy," he murmured, breaking the kiss.
He stood up and presented his hand to Alice, who was still puzzled by what had just transpired. The angel inside her urged her to turn him down, while Succubus urged her to take his hand.
"Come, sexy," Jack coaxed her. "You know you crave it. Don't deny your impulses."
She gradually stood up, rummaging in her mind whether she'd actually leave Martin behind and follow Jack.
"Prepared to depart, darling?" She heard Martin.
"Had to come back now?" Jack said despondently.
"Yes, my dear. I'm ready," Alice responded and took Martin's arm, regaining her senses.
Jack tried to grasp her hand, but she pulled it away and walked out of the restaurant with Martin towards the elevators. Jack attempted to follow them, but the waitress prevented him at the exit. Martin had already paid their bills, but not Jack's. When the bill was cleared, he sprinted towards the lifts just as the duo entered.
"Pause the lift," he yelled, but the doors closed just as he arrived. "Shit," he swore while pushing the elevator button.
Jack pressed the Up button while observing where the elevator would stop, praying it would only stop on their floor. The first stop was on level 15. Stepping out on level 15, he surveyed the hallway to the left and right, hoping to see them. He hurried down the passageway, but upon turning the corner, no one was there.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore, banging the wall in irritation and returned to the bar, disappointed.
Around the same period as Jack requested a drink and examined the space, concluding there wasn't a single woman to check out while grumbling about a frustrating night, Daniel shut the front door. He snatched Lucy and swiftly pushed her against the wall, positioning his hand on her neck. His move engendered anxiety, and she sensed her vagina discharging on her undergarments.
"Do you like rowdy experiences?" Daniel queried gruffly.
"Yes," she answered.
"Enjoying being powerless. I noticed how excited you were in the lane."
"Totally, I would've completed any demand."
"Would you blow my penis or take it inside your steaming hole?"
"Yes, I would've sucked you, permitted you to puncture me, anything you wished."
Preserving her by her throat, he traced her breasts through her attire, noticing the tender tissue and her erect nipples under his fingertips. He engaged in a passionate smooch while his hand proceeded under her attire. Her moisture astounded him as he found his way into her underwear and disseminated the sweet spot. She emitted a moan, sensing his finger roll her juicy nub in every possible direction. He continued kissing her fervently until she commenced to tremble. Following the cessation of their kiss, he glared at her with ardor in his eyes, his fingers persistently working on her clitoris. She found difficulty standing upright, and absent Daniel's grasp on her neck, she would've fallen to the ground. The imminent orgasm slammed into her, driving her to emit voices and shake uncontrollably when Daniel turned her about to confront the wall and collided his body with hers.
"I will penetrate your married cunt, make you yell my name and desire additional," he divulged, kissed her neck, and caused her to shudder.
"Don't refer to me as Mum tonight," she muttered. "Designate me a whore, a filthy slut, you beast."
"Are you positive?"
"You compelled me to achieve an orgasm without authorization, beast."
"You adored it, bitch."
"That's not the point."
"Let's remove this dress to see what's beneath it," he suggested, unzipping the side of the dress.
"No, don't do it."
"Refusing isn't an option. Halting."
He detached the dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall onto the ground. At the instant her attire reached the floor, she attempted to spin about but was faced with a painful swat on her bottom.
"Ouch!" She wailed. "Avoid creating harm to me."
"If you don't cease moving."
"Then obey what I request. I dislike repeating myself."
"Alright, okay, beast."
Daniel pushed his torso against her, encircling her body with his hands, grabbing her boobs and kneading them fiercely. She cherished their interactions, his dominant behavior, and how rapidly he recognized her preferences.
"I'm going to penetrate your snug married pussy, make you scream my title and clamor for more."
"Come up with that later," she said, attempting to wriggle free from his clasp.
"I could possibly even penetrate your anus."
This idea stumped her, for no one had ever crashed her back door. Martin was too hefty, and she had never endured someone else doing it. "Would I permit Daniel to do it?" she puzzled when Daniel seized her by her ankles, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bedroom as if she weighed nothing and flung her onto the mattress.
"Don't try to shift, bitch," he thundered and undressed.
Lucy stared at him as he disrobed, her eyes gleaming with appetite. When his jocks came off and his erection came into view, she shrieked.
"Holy smokes! I can't envelope that. It's hellishly large."
"If I determine, you have no recourse here."
"Please, release me. You'll shred me."
Daniel straddled the mattress concerning her thighs, pulling her lacy panties away in one motion, making her shout.
"What are you doing?" she inquired as she saw him situate himself between her legs.
She yelped when his hot tongue encountered her clitoris. She appreciated his tongue on her vagina, and although not his initial time doing it, she remonstrated and endeavored to elude from his tongue until Daniel delivered another strike on her bum and commanded her to still her movements. Attempting to lie still, but unable to deny the enjoyment he was delivering, and as she felt his fingers slip within her, she lost control. Her body commenced to writhe on the bed.
"You beast, what are you doing to me? Stop!" She yelled. "Fcuk, fcuk, cease!, oh fcuk!" [End of text] And that's how it should be paraphrased. Keep in mind, the main goal is to imitate the story but make it sound different.
He kept finger-fucking her while sucking on her clit until she stopped moving, exhausted from her orgasms. He got off the bed and walked to the chair beside the dressing table, where he observed her regain her composure.
"What have you done to me, you monster? This wasn't supposed to happen," she muttered.
"But you did enjoy it, you horny slut who can't get enough," he replied, grinning. "Come here. Show me how good you are at sucking cock."
She got off the bed, crawling on her hands and knees toward him. She grasped his cock while kneeling before him, arrogantly looking up at him.
"I don't want to," she said stubbornly.
"Do it or else," Daniel warned.
"Or else what?"
"I'll bend you over my knees and spank your ass until it's raw."
"Fine, fine."
She timidly kissed the tip of his cock as she made mocking faces, gazing into his eyes. He didn't say anything, only observed as she hesitated, taking in his hard-on.
"I don't want to," she declared again.
Daniel stopped her and ordered her onto her back on the bed. He removed her flats and placed a kiss on each of her feet, savoring the pleasing scent. He climbed on top of her, taking the position between her legs.
"Impale yourself on my cock, slut. Ride my dick to an orgasm."
"Do I have to?"
"Do as I command."
She raised her ass and lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it stretch her and penetrating her deeper and deeper. She started to ride him gently at first, then faster as he swatted her bottom, demanding more effort.
"I don't want to struggle," she argued.
He grabbed her nipples, twisting them forcefully. She winced in conflicting sensations and, without further protests, rode him harder until his cock flexed in anticipation of her climax, so close. Suddenly, he stopped her, pushing her away. Frustrated, she cried out, "Get on the bed, slut."
She obeyed without question and observed Daniel stand at the foot of the bed, his rock-hard cock in hand. "I'm about to fuck you, sir," he stated.
Her heart raced and lips parted as she stared at her lover, stroking his erection. He climbed into bed, removed her flats, and kissed her feet. The aroma filled his senses and made his cock even harder. He climbed on top of her, shifting positions to position his cock at her entrance. As it slid in, she gasped in astonishment. He began pounding her from behind, bringing her wrists together as he held them, his gaze intense on her face, heavy breathing audible.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you, baby?" he inquired.
"Yes, I am. No, you didn't hurt me," she replied.
"Why are you crying?" he questioned.
"I love you, Daddy," she admitted through tears, astonished by her emotions. Amazed, he relaxed, and they continued, slipping into a gentle rhythm. They throbbed with passion, drifting off as one, relaxed and blissful.
However, Alice, with her head on Martin's chest and hand on his belly, couldn't stop thinking about Jack, the thrill of teasing Martin, and her excitement about potentially being with Jack. Encouraged by the excitement, she traced her pussy where Martin's cock had just been, imagining Jack's penetration while Martin watched.
"I'm sure I can convince big daddy to let me play with bad boys, huh, Daddy?" she murmured, lost in her thoughts.
"You think I'm just a pushover, huh?" Martin said with annoyance.
"I don't know. Maybe," she replied, curious about his reaction.
"Let's see how much you want bad boys."
He flipped her onto her knees and settled behind her, an intense hard-on.
"Take me, Daddy," Alice cried out in excitement as her thoughts of Jack filled her mind.
He thrust into her, Robert watching as his wife emitted whimpers of pleasure. The slapping sounds of their sex echoed in the room, eliciting arousal. "Are you okay?" Martin asked, concerned at first.
"Yeah, yes, Daddy. I'm loving it," she replied before shrieking in delight. As a wave of orgasm engulfed her, Martin slapped her harder, reveling in her submission, silencing her moans. Alice's slender form writhed against him, igniting his passion. Martin held on tighter, giving in to his urges.
When it was over, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside her. She turned to face him as his protruding cock swiped against her thigh. They briefly exchanged glances, but soon she fell into a deep sleep, free from her thoughts.
"I think you love watching your baby girl get fucked by bad boys, don't you, Daddy?" she whispered to sleep.
Martin's eyes widened as he realized her true motives. "I guess you're right," he murmured to himself, reveling in the idea.
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