30 Days: Nov. 30th, Evening (Patreon)

Dear David,

Rise and shine, sleepy head. Did you enjoy your special movie this morning? Yesterday’s challenge was fun, hm? He he he! Even now I can’t believe I actually made it! The thought that there’s a video out there with THAT on it? AAAHHH! Ha ha ha! Guard that little bunny with your life!

This is my last letter but Naughty November is not over yet! We’ve still got a few more hours and I have one final challenge to go. What is it? I’m not spoiling the surprise. Besides, you’ll find out soon enough. So instead of a story today I have instructions. And you better obey me! Or else I’ll, well, I’ll be really miffed at you and probably pout.

First instruction, use the safe word if you need to. It’s ‘Platypus’ in case you’ve forgotten. The reclusive egg laying mammal. No matter what happens tonight I consider Naughty November a success. I think this last challenge will be a fun one but if it’s too much for you just say the word and we’ll call it there. Anytime that you need it, USE IT!

Second instruction, remember the rules! The month’s not over yet. DO NOT talk about my challenge or anything to do with sex as it relates to me until midnight. Not one word. Seriously, when it comes to the naughty stuff button those lips, cucky.

Third instruction, you are grounded to our room until 8 pm. That’s right. I don’t want you to set a foot outside that door or even open it until 8.

Fourth instruction, get dressed to go out before leaving the room. Some nice jeans and that new black collared shirt I got you last month would be perfect.

Fifth instruction, have fun!

So this is it. I bet you thought that I’d never do it. I bet you thought I would chicken out. But I didn’t. I did it baby! I took your 30 day challenge and I did it! I hope you’re proud of me because I’m pretty proud of myself. I’ve so enjoyed writing these naughty letters for you. I’ve cherished having you as my confidante during this month of discovery. Every time I wrote one it was with a smile on my face imagining you reading my words. I hope that you were smiling too. I wouldn’t have done it with anybody else. I love you more than I could ever possibly express through pen, paper, and ink.

I love you, David.

Your devoted wife,

Sarah

***

“What are you up to now, darlin?” I croak through a dry mouth.

After that video I didn’t think sleep was going to be possible, but somehow I’d actually managed to grab some shut eye in the end. The letter I’d discovered on first opening my eyes and seeing it waiting for me on Sarah’s pillow. Rubbing my eyes I turn my head to see my alarm clock reading nearly 7:30. I’d slept way longer than I thought I had. It was only a half an hour until 8.

As I sit up I notice the low din of voices coming from downstairs. Who was here? Tonight was supposed to be our night! Although…to be fair, I didn’t actually get her until 12. Naughty November still had a few hours to go. Oh Lord have mercy! What did my demonic angel of a wife have in store for me tonight?

Getting out of bed I pad across to the door and press my ear against it. No use. The voices were no more than distant murmurs. Purposely kept low? I couldn’t tell. Glancing back at the final letter, a strange sort of nostalgia washing over me as I realized I wouldn’t have them to look forward to anymore, I shrug my shoulders.

“Alright, Sarah.” I mutter. “Do your worst.”

I head into the washroom to shower, trim and get done up for the evening. When putting on cologne I spare a dab for down below as I knew that, AT LAST, I would be getting laid when the bell struck midnight. YES!

I slip into a snug pair of jeans, pull on my nicest belt, and wear the shirt that Sarah had suggested in the note. Back in the washroom I check myself out. I was looking good. Or, as good as this burly trucker could ever get. I run over my list of rules once more, prepare myself as best I could, and as the clock blinks to 8 pm I am at the door ready to go. I take a long, deep breath. “Be strong, David. Just 4 more hours.”

I step out into the hall and tentatively make my way down the stairs. Without the door hindering me I could now hear the chatting and laughter and recognized them as the daycare crew or, as Sarah now referred to them, the ‘Cool Gang’.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs I step into view of the living room where the group had gathered. Maria is the first to spot me.

“Here he is!” She up and off of the loveseat in a flash and the next thing I knew I had her attached to my left arm. She was a thickly built woman but she with a nice big butt, wide hips, and large bosom she wore her extra pounds beautifully. Right away I could see that innate sexiness that Sarah had described in her. It was hard to put your finger on but it was just in the confident way that she carried herself, this was a woman comfortable in her own skin. As I look down at the buxom Latina in her loose yellow blouse and stretchy jeans and all I can see is a naked and sweaty Muffin 69ing with my wife or mercilessly holding the vibrating wand to Sarah’s clit under her master’s orders. Smiling up at me like we were long time friends she asks. “Can I get you a beer, David?”

“Oh no. No alcohol for him.” Come’s Sarah’s voice from around the corner. “I want my baby sharp tonight.”

I wait with bated breath for my wife to round that corner. The last time I saw her had been in that video and I had fiery need to see my baby in the flesh again. And in the flesh is exactly what I see!

I damn near faint as I catch sight of my wife swishing into view. She wore a diaphanous white dress that showed far more skin than it covered. Slender strips went over each shoulder then widened to cover the breasts as they went down her front to leave her arms, shoulders, and flanks completely bare. The plunging neckline went halfway to her belly button! The feather light fabric draped over her womanly hips then proceeded down only to the mid thigh leaving her bare legs and feet exposed. The gossamer material left little to the imagination as the shape of her nipples could be seen right through it. It wasn’t quite see through but all it would have taken is a fine mist to turn it as transparent as glass. If there was any less of it it wouldn’t have even been there at all. Beyond that scant garment I could see nothing else. No socks, sandals, bra, or even jewelry beyond her wedding ring. It was the thinnest, flimsiest dress I’d ever seen. Especially on her! Somehow it made her seem more naked than naked!

At Halloween she would have been ashamed to even show an inch of cleavage. One month on, this!? Although, as I thought about it, what was there to hide? Everybody in this house had seen all she had to show. Nevertheless, seeing my once shy wife flaunting her hot, nubile body off like this in front of everyone, a body that until recently had been mine alone to look at, left me agog. I wanted her so bad I could taste her.

“There’s my sleepy Papa Bear.” Sarah glides up to me. With her index finger she pushes on my chin to close my gaping mouth. Rising to her toes she gives me a kiss. “Hello handsome.”

“Uh…wow.” I gasp when I could speak again.

She giggles and gives me a twirl. As she does so I see that her entire back was exposed down to the. I also catch a glimpse of bare ass! She wasn’t even wearing panties! “You like my new dress?” She says in a breezy tone as if it were just another dress. “I just got it today.”

“Uhhh, yeah.”

“We have punch.” Maria tugs at my arm. “Or a coffee? May I bring you a coffee?”

“Huh?” I look at her again and try to regain my bearings. “Uh, yeah. Coffee would be great.”

She beams a bright smile then hurries off toward the kitchen.

Shaking his head at his wife’s overeager hospitality the man I knew must be Javi steps up with an easy smile and an extended hand. “Nice to finally meet you. Sarah’s told us so much.”

Still reeling I reach out and take his hand for a shake. This was dude was the fearsome Master Xavier!? Javi was as average a looking guy as you could get. Not particularly tall or short or wide or slender or handsome or ugly. He was clean shaven with a basic side parted haircut in slacks and a green striped short sleeved collared shirt. If you looked up ‘average Latino man’ on wikipedia I swear it would have been Javi’s face that popped up. These characters had taken on a life of their own in my imagination but here they were now in front of me. Just people. Just regular folks. It was so surreal shaking this man’s hand. I didn’t even know Javi and Maria, and yet I also knew them so intimately. I knew their secret, and they knew mine. GAH! This was weird!

Like with Maria as I greet him for the first time all my mind was picturing was him groping my shackled wife, of her literally begging him to cum as he watched her from his throne, and of him having her bound and under his dominant spell as he fucked her and commanded her to orgasm for him. And now here I was shaking this guy’s hand like I didn’t know what he’d done. God help me, but I feel a little stir in my pants.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat and pull away from the too long handshake. “Erm, welcome to our place.”

“Hey David.” Tonia and James come strolling out all smiles. Tonia was in white slacks and a mustard blouse while her husband wore gray pants and the tackiest Hawaiian shirt in the world. As with the others images flash of James jerking off in front of my wife, of Sarah and Tonia whooping it up at the male strip show, of Sarah and James eating strawberries off of Tonia’s naked body, and of him taking my partner Doggy style as she ate his wife’s pussy. I could practically hear the laughter of that playtime orgy.

“Hey.” I say, lost as to how I was supposed to be reacting right now.

“Hey bro.” James gives me a fist bump. “Catch that last Bucs game?”

“Huh?”

“I think they got a got a chance this year.”

“Er, nah, I think it’s Kansas City’s year.”

“Kansas? No way, dude. Don’t fall for the hype.”

“Booooring!” And finally out strolls Casey looking just the way I knew her. She wasn’t done up like a dominatrix or exuding the energy of a ‘Mistress Cassandra’. Her hair worn natural, without makeup, in a pale tan slacks and blazer and a white t shirt that hid every curve of her slender frame she looked as bland and boring as ever. Now, however, I knew what kind of woman hid beneath that plain exterior. Now I could picture her eating out my wife’s pussy better than any man and ravishing her with the ‘perfect’ sized strap on dildo from among her arsenal and making Sarah moan things to her that would make a humbled husband blush. I’d had to read between the lines but I definitely got the sense that Casey had verbally cucked me far harder than Richie ever did, just without the video evidence to prove it.

Looking around I realized that it was only Sarah among us that was dressed out of the ordinary. And not one of them seemed to notice but me.

“Come on.” Sarah takes my arm and gives it a squeeze before leading into the living room.

The curtains were closed and the place had been rearranged a bit. On my right was our sofa in its usual spot, in front of me the coffee table, on my left the loveseat and recliner positioned to face directly across to the sofa. From one end to the other the coffee table was lined with bowls and plates snacks as well as half finished drinks. At the far end was one of our foldout tables with a square box full of cards, a notepad and pen, two whiteboards, and some dry erase markers. Weird. As I catch the green marker among the rest another little twitch happens in my shorts. I don’t think I’d ever look at a green marker the same again. On the left board a line was drawn straight down the middle. At the top of each column was a heading. The left read ‘Team Bear’, the right ‘Team Bunny’. What the hell was this about?

It was only as I turned my head to ask Sarah what this was all for that I catch another table set up just beside where we entered. Laid out on top of it just like the snacks on the coffee table were a serving bowl full of condoms, a pump bottle of sexual lubricant, Mr. Purple, Mr. Sticky, and a little glass butt plug I’d never seen before. Whaaaat!?

The others stroll right past the table as if it was invisible. With an impish twinkle in her eye Sarah does her best to hide a grin as she pats my belly. “The chair is yours.” With that she slips from arm to go sit across from the recliner on the sofa. Tonia and Javi join her.

Meanwhile James motions me to go first. “After you big man.”

I pan my eyes back and forth among them feeling very much like a fly caught in their web. No, not their web. Sarah’s. After all those letters I would have bet the house that this was all her naughty scheme, they were just playing their roles. That little minx! I glance back toward the table beside me then back at them again. The group of them were chatting and carrying on as if nothing whatsoever was amiss. I wanted to ask, ohhh how I wanted to ask, but that would be against the rules.

“Right.” I mutter as I move to take my seat. James sits dead center of the loveseat, rather rudely as there were still two ladies who needed a seat. Casey however walks by all of us to stand beside the table at the end of the room, just to my left, to start looking over a few things in that box.

“How’s work going?” Casey asks me, as casual as anything. Just like everybody else.

“Oh, uh, great.”

“Sarah tells me you’ll be getting two days off again soon?”

“Yeah.” I say. “Pretty soon. One day just wasn’t enough to have life.”

“I bet.”

Why was everybody acting so normal? Why were we just sitting around sharing small talk? What was going on? And why was Sarah dressed like that? Fuuuck. It was next to impossible to take my eyes off of her. Every so often she would catch me checking her out and flash me her beautiful smile before returning to her conversation with Javi and Tonia.

Through the entrance with a serving tray in her hands Maria returns. With impressive balance she weaves past James with ease while keeping the tray perfectly level. She comes to my side and kneels on the floor beside my feet.

“Uhhh.”

Setting the tray on the small table between the recliner and loveseat I see that it was laid out with a serving dish of sugar, a little creamer, a spoon, a napkin and cup of hot steaming black coffee dead center. The coffee! I’d completely forgotten about it. I’d been seriously distracted when I’d agreed to let her get me one.

“Oh. You didn’t have do all this, Maria.” I say. “Sorry. I should have gotten my own coffee. Where are my manners, having guests serve me?”

“Some guests enjoy serving.” She says with a tranquil smile. “Cream?”

“Oh, um.” I look around to see if anybody was noticing this. They weren’t. “A bit, sure.”

With the precision of a Japanese tea ceremony Maria pours a dab of cream into my coffee. “Sugar?”

“A spoon.” I say. “But you really don’t…”

Ignoring my protest she scoops a spoon full of sugar into the hot drink then daintily stirs it. Taking the mug by the handle and carefully along the opposite lip with finger and thumb she lifts the mug and holds it out to me. Keeping her chin very slightly bowed downward she looks up at me, her dark eyes delving deeply into mine. Oh shit. I think Maria’s Daddy kink had just found its target! Ah, what the fuck. When in Rome.

Taking the mug I take a sip of the freshly brewed cuppa. “Mmm. Perfect.” While nobody was looking I shoot her a wink and whisper. “Good girl.”

Her dark eyes flare wide before a big grin brightens her lovely face. Taking a paper plate she waves a hand across the snacks on the coffee table. “What is your pleasure?”

“Mmm.” I scratch my beard. “Some of them wings would be nice. Chips.”

“Vegetables!” Sarah interjects. She was always looking out for my health that woman.

I chuckle. “Some veg. But with some of that dip.”

Pleased as punch Maria obediently collects my plate of goodies and sets it on the tray beside my coffee. It was very strange being waited upon like this by this woman I barely knew in my own house. Strange, but not unpleasant. All the while her husband sat across from us seemingly oblivious to his wife’s service to another man. With a bow of her head Maria settles in at my knee, it appeared that she had no intention on taking a seat. From the corner of my eye I thought I catch Sarah looking my way. When I glance over she startles and quickly turns to talk to Tonia, pretending that she’d never been looking in the first place. Was that a bit of jealousy I saw in her eyes?

“Alright folks.” Casey turns to face the room. “Let’s get this game night started shall we?”

“We’re starting?” Asks James excitedly.

“Calm your tits, Jimmy.” She says. “I mean lets go over the evening.”

“Right.” He laughs as across from him his wife rolls her eyes and shakes her head while covering a smile. Sitting back he adjusts his pants. Had James popped a tent? I wasn’t going to stare, but I think he had. Hard not to with Sarah looking like she was. Every time she moved it looked some something was going to come spilling out, though it never did. My suspicion for the source of his wood is confirmed when I catch him slyly checking her out a second later. That horny bugger! Seeing another man lust after my woman left me jealously stewing, but also lusting after her twice as intensely than I already had been. I feel a rush of blood beginning to lift my own tent. While I was annoyed at my pecker I was hardly surprised.

Casey had just taken a breath to begin when the chime of the doorbell cuts her off. Now what? I note the wary glances back and forth among the others and the look of panic on Sarah’s face as she unconsciously tries to cover herself up. This was not a part of the plan. For a moment everyone just sits there wondering how to deal with this when I rise to the rescue.

“I’ll get rid of them.” I say as I make my way across the room. Sarah shoots me a thankful smile. Opening the door I am greeted by an unfamiliar middle aged man nearly as tall as I was though far leaner. “Can I help you?”

“I am guessing that you are David.” He says, just as his identity hits me. If his age, debonair good looks, suave fashion, and the similar shade of gray-blue eyes as his son weren’t clues enough the gleaming Jag parked out on the street was a dead giveaway.

I see him flirting with her, charming her, wooing her, then making hot, passionate, skillful love with her in ways that left her a changed woman. And I see his copious load splattered all across her beautiful face and tits. With the others my jealousy tinted flashbacks had been physical and sexual. With this man there came an emotional dimension as well. For a short period of time I had worried that this well to do business might just steal the love of my life away from me, which made his cuckolding of me pierce that much deeper. This was the second ever man Sarah had been with, her first big dick, and her introduction to what sex could be with a skilled and experienced lover. Handsomer, wealthier, more sophisticated, with a bigger cock, better stamina, and superior technique than me I only had Sarah’s true heart to thank for her not pursuing him and leaving my cuck ass behind.

“Richard?” Sarah says from the living room before rushing around the corner slip in beside me. Wrapping her arms tightly around my midsection she greets our new guest. His only reaction to her skimpy attire was a slight raising of his left brow. “Richard! You said you couldn’t make it.”

“I can’t.” He says. “I’m only here for a minute.”

“Oh.” Sarah wasn’t sure what to make of that. “Well, um, David this is Richard. Richard, this is David.” She says, then quickly adds. “Isn’t he handsome?”

I look down at her and her cheeky question, and see that the question hadn’t been directed at me.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Richard quips.

“Come in!” She waves him in. “Just stay for a little. We’re just starting. You haven’t missed a thing.” Looking up at me she asks oh so sweetly. “David, why don’t you go get Richard a beer?”

I nearly go do it until it hits me just what she was asking. She wanted me to go fetch a drink for the first man to cuckold me? She wanted me to serve her big dicked lover in my own house? She’d made it sound like it was a harmless little offer but the impish twinkle in her otherwise innocent blue eyes told me that she knew exactly what she was doing. That little troublemaker! Evil incarnate! God how I loved her.

Thankfully before I am forced to make the decision whether to stay at the door to welcome him in like the man of the house or scurry away to fetch him a drink like a shameless cuck he raises a hand to tell me not to bother.

“No.” He insists. “I’m…not one for games.”

“Awww.” Sarah giggles and squeezes me extra tight, proud as could be to demonstrate her love for me. I felt as if she were showing me off to him, as if a man like him would be impressed by a brute like me. “That’s too bad. It’s gonna be fun.”

“I hope it is.” He says with an older man’s calm. “I actually just stopped by to talk with David here.”

“Oh?”

Looking to Sarah he says, a natural authority coming through his smooth, deep voice. “If you’ll excuse us, my dear.”

“Oh! Um.” She looks up at me, genuinely perplexed. “Sure. Of course. Uh…yeah. Just boring man talk or something?”

“Something like that.” His eyes flit up and down her curvaceous body. “It was good seeing you again, Sarah.”

“You too.” She says. “I won’t be in tomorrow, took the day off, probably see you the next day.”

“I look forward to it.”

With that Sarah scampers back to the living room. Before it has a chance to get awkward Richard gets right to the point.

“I understand that I’m not allowed to say much.”

“Sarah’s rules?”

“Indeed.” He chuckles, then looks me eye to eye. “You and I are good? No hard feelings? No drama?”

I sigh. “No hard feelings. I was informed.”

“Good.” He says with a nod. “I don’t like loose ends. Especially when it comes to boyfriends and husbands.”

“This is all tied off as far I’m concerned.” I say. “Although if it happens again…without me knowing…”

“Message received.” He says. Glancing off in the direction Sarah disappeared he says. “She’s an odd one, that Sarah. One of a kind.”

“You have no idea.”

He smirks then offers his hand. As I take it and we shake he looks back to me, studies me a moment, then says. “Hang on to that one, young man. She really loves you. I mean truly and completely. Take it from an old player, that is damned hard to find. Don’t ever take it for granted.”

“I won’t.” I say, feeling touched yet really fucking weird taking life lessons from my first bull.

Our shake parts and as he turns to leave he says. “Enjoy your games, David.”

“Yeah…I’ll try!”

I close and lock the door then return to my seat, Maria right back at my knee the moment I was seated.

“What was that about?” Sarah asks.

“I’ll tell ya tomorrow.”

“Ah.” She smiles. “Okay.”

“Alright then. Time’s a wasting.” Casey claps her hands to bring attention back to her.

“Yes! Time’s a wastin!” James echoes. “Tell’em Case.”

“Shaddup!” There’s a smatter of laughter at the pair’s natural banter. “So, as I was saying, tonight is game night. As you can see we’ve already broken into two teams. Team Bear.” She motions to my side of the room. “And Team Bunny.” She waves to the sofa side. Then pointing at the whiteboard she says. “Points will be tallied through the evening with bonus points added at the host’s discretion.” Patting her chest she adds. “I’m the host. Everyone good so far?”

A round of ‘yeps’ go around the room, mine being the last. I was still waiting for the shoe to drop.

“Great.” She continues. “The first round will be trivia. Each right answer will gain your team a point. With each wrong answer the other team will be given the chance to steal that point. The trivia round will end at 10 pm with a fifteen minute break afterward. The second round will be pictionary, I’m assuming everybody knows how to play that.” Nodding heads all around. “This time you will get two points for each correct answer. Again the other team can steal if you guess wrong. Round 2 will end at 11 pm with another fifteen minute break after. And finally we round out the evening with that old classic charades. For this round each correct guess will get your team three points and once more…”

“The other team can steal.”

“Very good, Jimmy! Gold star.” Casey praises him like she would a child to more chuckles. For his part James was eating it up like a natural class clown. “Round 3 will end at 11:45. Points will be tallied and the winner declared. In the event of a draw the winner will be decided by two out of three rock-paper-scissors.”

“And what do we win, Casey?” James asks in a cheesy game show host voice.

“Glad you asked, Jimmy.” She says. “The team captain of the losing side will owe the team captain of the winning side anything that their heart desires.”

As one the whole group goes. “Awwww.”

“David, you are captain of Team Bear.”

“Go Bears!” James hoots while Maria claps.

“Sarah, you will are captain of Team Bunny.”

“Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!” Tonia chants.

“We will destroy you.” Javi brags.

“In your dreams!” His wife calls back to him. “Bears eat bunnies for breakfast.”

“And lunch and dinner when they can get it.”

Sarah elbows Javi for the quip as the rest of us laugh.

“Alright, alright. Settle down you rowdies” Casey brings order to the room. “Round 1, Trivia.”

“So we’ve started?” Asks James.

“James!” Casey barks. “At least let me get the first question out.”

“Oh, right. Heh heh heh. Sorry.”

Without any call of who was heads and who was tails she flips a coin and points to me. “Bear goes first.” She places her phone on the table and opens an app. “Two minutes on the timer.” Pulling the first trivia card from the box she brings it up to her face and reads it aloud. “Besides the Echidna this reclusive monotreme is the only other mammal known to lay eggs.” With that she hits the timer.

I look across to Sarah who was staring back at me intently. The sneaky girl. She slipped our safeword right into the game. I look to my teammates who pretend to ponder what it could be. Two minutes pass with a lot of shrugs and playing dumb.

“Times up.” Casey says. “One minute to steal.” She starts the timer again and points to the other team. Again nobody puts forward a guess. “Times up.” She looks at the card and scratches her head. “Mmm. Maybe that was too difficult.” Placing the card beside the box she give is a pat. “Let’s just leave that one an open question. Bonus point if anybody wants to answer it later.”

I cover my mouth to hide my smile. They were all such terrible actors. But bless their hearts they were playing their roles as best they could. And bless that crazy, naughty wife of mine for making my emergency brake button a part of the game. I could hit that button anytime I wished without even interrupting the flow of the game. Clever Bunny! Although as I stared at the card I was a bit perplexed. Beyond Sarah’s outfit nothing had even happened so far that would make me want to…

The very instant that Casey pulls the second card from the box James was on his feet. “Hey Sarah.” He says, making his way to the exit. “You wanted to show me that thing.”

“Hm?” She looks up at him. Seeing him on his feet she immediately gets to hers and follows him. “Oh yes. That thing in the spare bedroom.”

I nearly tip my coffee when James grabs one of the condoms from out of the bowl as he waits to let Sarah lead him up the stairs, which she does without hesitation! Caught up in the flow of things I’d almost forgotten about that table. I watch stunned as, with a bounce in his step, James follows my wife up our stairs, even lifting the back of her swaying dress to take a peek at her bare ass as they go. Was he…? Was she…? Were they…? Here…? Now…? SERIOUSLY!? I mean, it shouldn’t have been shocking. The challenge, the cool gang, the table of toys and rubbers. But even so…oh my God! The lift in my jeans becomes a full on tee pee.

“Careful David.” Maria says as she attentively shifts my mug away from my hand. “You nearly spilled your drink.”

Casey and the rest carry on as if nothing had happened, as if James and Sarah hadn’t even left the room. Casual as could be Casey says. “Two minutes to Team Bunny. What is the world’s fastest growing plant?” As Tonia and Javi begin to brainstorm Casey looks my way and reminds me. “The bonus question is always there. You could answer it now while they’re thinking.”

“Huh?” I look to her. “Uhhh…um…no…it’s okay.”

Casey smiles and gives me a strangely assuring nod. “It’s a tough one, I know. No hurry.” Turning her attention back to the other team she waits as the timer ticks down.

Meanwhile I’m looking at the empty loveseat beside me. No wonder James had been so eager for the games to begin. He’d been waiting to bang my wife! What were they up to up there?

“Is it wheat?” Tonia guesses, clearly not sure of their answer.

“No.” Casey says. “Team Bear, one minute to steal.”

“Huh?” I say, more distracted than I’d ever been. “Oh, uh, I think it’s bamboo.”

Casey’s brows raise. “That’s right!”

“Ha ha!” Maria cheers. “In your faces, Bunny bitches!” Tonia laughs as Javi shoots daggers back her way. Play daggers, but daggers nonetheless. Pressing tight to my leg Maria grins back at her husband in fearless defiance. “David’s too smart for you.” I was being used as some kind of pawn in that couple’s kinky dynamic, perhaps Javi enjoyed a variation of the lust fueling jealousy that I was feeling, but right now all I could concentrate on is the vacant spot on the sofa where Sarah once sat. What was she doing now?

Casey marks our stolen point in green on the board. “Team Bear, back to you, two minutes. Who was the first person to win two Nobel prizes?”

“Marie Curie.” As Maria looks up to me I realize I hadn’t even conferred with her on the answer. “One for physics and one for chemistry.” I explain to her to show her that I knew what I was talking about.

“Uh.” Casey reads the card. “That’s right! Ha! I hadn’t even started the timer.”

“Oh great.” Javi sulks. “We’ve got a trivia geek.”

“You’re just jealous.” Maria beams.

“Two on the board for Bear.” Casey marks the point. “Alright Bunny, get ready.”

She reads the next question which really get the pair thinking. I sit and anxiously sip my coffee while my imagination runs wild. Right at the end of their two minutes they get their first answer right and get a green tick for themselves.

“Back to Bear.” Our host grabs another card with a flourish. “Two minutes, if you need it. Which Chilean leader lead a successful coup d’etat in September of 1973?”

“Aw, come on.” Maria protests. “Theirs was easy!”

“The questions are random.” Casey assures her. “It’ll all work out in the end. Your time is running.”

The room goes quiet to give a Maria and I a chance to ponder. Just then… Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! …there comes the drumming of headboard against wall from our spare bedroom that sat directly above this room. A heat rushes to my face and limbs as my boner quivers with pent up power. Jesus fucking Christ! They were really doing it! As if to confirm that realization the muffled grunts from James and moans from Sarah filter down to join the thumping.

“…oh, oh, oh, oh…”

“…mm mm mrm mm…”

Sitting back I grip the arms of my chair near enough to tear the upholstery from the frame. Both by the rules of the evening and my own embarrassment I felt powerless to react on the outside, while on the inside I was going insane. I glance at the ‘bonus’ card set aside but I do not avail myself of it. Jealousy sears through my veins like molten magma. To say that I was horny would be like saying Hiroshima was a firecracker. GAH!

Across from me Tonia watches me, her face neutral but her gaze twinkling with amusement as she watches me squirm from the fact that her husband was right this very second fucking my wife. Just above our heads her husband was cucking me, my wife was cucking her, all while we sat down here playing games and pretending not to hear. It was wild! I’d been cuckolded many times over the course of this month, but always my awareness of it had been after the fact. Having it happening in the moment brought it home to me more than any letter or even a video ever could as it forced me to be complicit in my own cuckolding I see a similar twinkle in Javi, Maria, and Casey’s eyes as well. They weren’t saying anything but they were loving every second of my exquisite torture.

“Time’s almost up. Do you have an answer Team Bear?”

“Huh?” I startle as the tense silence is broken. I swallow hard. “Um…Pinochet?”

“Give the man a cigar.” She strokes our point.

Clunk! Clunk! CLUNK! “…gnnnghhh!” “…ohhhhhh!” And the thumping comes to a sudden stop as James busts his nut.

Lord have mercy!

“Team Bunny, two minutes. Who invented the battery?”

“Edison!” Tonia says after some thought. With a nod from Javi she confirms their answer. “Thomas Edison.”

“Afraid not.” She looks to Maria and I. “A minute to steal.”

“Alessandro Volta.” I mutter, my mind and body a bit numb from what had just happened.

“He’s right!”

“Ha ha ha!” Maria claps. “Whose your Daddy, little bunnies?” Turning to me she grins, a bit too excitedly. “David’s the Daddy.” Grabbing my quarter full mug she informs me, without being asked. “I’ll get you a nice, hot, fresh cup, David. Just be a minute.”

“That’s 4 to 1 for Team Bear.” Casey says. On her way out Maria passes Sarah and James who come strolling back into the room, both a bit flushed. While there had been a proud pup tent in James’ trousers on the way out of the room it was flat as a sail coming back in. The dude looked pretty damned pleased with himself as I sits back down on the loveseat and stretches out. My eyes are locked on Sarah and her sexy, barely covered body as hers were on me. With a little nibble of her plump bottom lip and a stifled giggle she takes her seat on the sofa as innocent as could be. On Sarah sitting down Casey picks up the red marker. “To keep it interesting, bonus point for Team Bunny.” With that she ticks them a point, the red standing out in contrast among the green.

“Bonus point?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Casey shrugs. “Host’s discretion.”

I smile and shake my head. Sarah had just earned her team a point by having sex. Unbelievable!

As Sarah settles in Javi says. “Your husband’s kicking our asses.”

“I’m not surprised.” She says. “He listens to all those podcasts and stuff when he’s driving. Science and culture and all sorts of smarty pants stuff.” As she goes to reach for a nacho her hand is intercepted by Tonia’s. “Hm?”

Without a word Tonia gets up and pulls my wife along with her toward the exit. Sarah follows along without an ounce of resistance. Stopping at the table Tonia looks it over a moment then scoops up the lube and butt plug before leading out. Up the stairs they go as Maria walks back in carefully carrying my fresh coffee. Kneeling she sets the mug on the tray and puts the perfect amount of cream and sugar into it before stirring.

Without a hitch Casey carries on. “Team Bear, two minutes. What is added to bread to make it rise?”

“Aw, come on! Too easy.” Javi groans. “Geez!”

I would have answered but I was too busy side-eying James who was licking his fingers from the chicken wing he’d just downed. Looks like he worked up an appetite. GRRR! He catches me peeking and shoots me a grin which sets my cheeks to burning all over.

“May I answer, David?” Maria whispers.

“Oh, you don’t have to ask me.”

“But you’re the team captain.” She says as her eyes look my big frame up and down hungrily. “Command me to answer and I will.” Her face goes suddenly serious. “Command me, David.”

“Y’all are too much.” I mutter through a chuckle. “Jesus.”

“What do you mean, David?” Maria bats her big dark eyes.

“Go ahead.” I say. “Answer.”

She gives me a slight bow of her head before turning to Casey. “Yeast!”

“Point Team Bear.”

It’s back to Team Bunny, which at the moment meant Javi as he sat alone on the sofa while Tonia and Sarah were up to God only knows what. A couple of rounds go by with my team’s lead steadily growing before we hear Sarah’s breathy sigh from above. The wife had just joined her hubby on the ‘make Sarah orgasm’ list. I suspected she wouldn’t be the last on it.

When the pair of them come back down as smiles and giggles I notice that Sarah was carrying a bathroom towel over her arm. I also notice that she was walking a bit more stiffly than before and the butt plug was nowhere to be seen. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out where it was. Fuuuuck. My curiosity about the towel is answered as Sarah folds it into a square and lays it down over her seat on the sofa. Was she really that wet? She wouldn’t have brought it if she didn’t need it. Fuuuuuuuuck!

Again, the moment Sarah takes her seat Casey grabs the red marker to make a dash in their column. “That’s 10-4 for Bear.”

“Ten? Goodness.” Sarah fans herself as she takes a drink with the other. “They’re really building up a lead, huh?”

“The night is young.” Javi says as he plucks the drink from Sarah’s hand. With a wave of his hand he motions her toward the entry. She lets out a huff and obeys without question.

Unless I was mistaken it appeared that Sarah was the Cool Gang’s free use plaything for the evening. Her skimpy outfit hadn’t just been worn to titillate, but also for easy access. Naughty November was going out with a bang, a gang bang. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The radical dichotomy between our wholesome game night downstairs and what was happening upstairs made it all the more surreal. It was Sarah’s kinky letters freed from the page to run amok. Our peaceful home had become a den of deviant debauchery. If Sarah’s ultra religious parents could see us now it would surely send them to meet their savior decades early.

A couple rounds go by, this time the three in Team Bear against just the one Team Bunny, but Tonia holds her own against us and doesn’t loose any more ground.

Casey had just turned to us and hit us with a particularly obscure question when from down the stairs comes a rising… Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! …of flesh impacting flesh

“Ohhh…ohhhh fuuuck…ohhhh God!” Sarah’s clear moans come drifting down as well. They had the fucking door open!

“Rm! Rm! Yeah! Hrm!” Javi’s growling grunts come in time with the beat of their bodies. In my mind’s eye all I can see is Javi’s tan six inch cock, same size as mine but straighter according to Sarah, pounding into her as her soft body jiggled to his impacts.

“Fuuuck! Ohhhh GOD!” My wife’s voice rises.

“Answer?” Casey asks.

“Huh?” My voice cracks to a squeak.

“Damned if I know.” James says.

“Time’s up.” Casey says. “Team Bunny, one minute to steal.”

“Ooo, that’s a tough one.”

“God I’m cumminnnngggg!” Sarah wails. FUUUUCK! Under our roof another man had fucked my beautiful wife to climax! I wanted to tear my skin off I was so humbled and frustrated and HORNY!

“Would you like a cold drink?” Maria asks. “You’re looking a bit warm, David.”

“Yeah.” I gasp and nod. “Ice…punch…yeah.”

“Yes Sir.” She whisks away with the coffee tray in her hands.

Another two rounds go by with Javi and Sarah’s mind-breaking lovemaking providing the soundtrack before it quiet upstairs for a few moments before the guttural groan of a man in release can just be heard. “…hnnnnghhh.” A couple of minutes Javi comes sauntering down the stairs with a relaxed swagger. He takes his seat, has a long drink of beer, then sits back and slaps his thighs. “What’s the damage?”

“19 to 12.”

Shuffling into the room come Sarah with her hair mussed up, her lips wet, and three creamy white stains down the front of her dress. It was three drops of cum, no doubt, and based on where they were it looked like they’d dripped down from her chin. When she smacks her lips and takes a swift gulp of her fruity punch before sitting down I knew that she’d swallowed Javi’s load. That would explain her silence near the end.

“Make that 19 to 13.” Casey puts down a third red bonus point for Team Bunny.

“Host’s discretion?” I say.

“What else.”

As she settles in Sarah looks at me with a fire burning in her eyes to match my own. She wanted me. I wanted her. But a couple of hours still stood between now and midnight. In the meantime all I could do is harness all of my pent up lust to unleash it when she was mine again. After this crazy party though I just hoped she had some energy left to spare for me. Based on how she was looking now, it didn’t appear that would be an issue.

“Maria.” Casey says. “Would you mind hosting for a round or two?”

“May I?” Maria looks back at me.

Sarah giggles as I roll my eyes and give permission. “Yes, you may.”

“Thank you!” I could just hear in her voice that she wanted to add ‘Daddy’ at the end of every sentence. She had a fetish, no doubt, but who the hell was I to talk?

Maria gets up take Casey’s spot while Casey weaves past the table. With a snap of her fingers she beckons my wife. Sarah takes another very quick drink and is on her feet again. Casey’s hand hovers briefly over Mr. Purple before snatching the much bigger Mr. Sticky instead. Twirling the dildo like an old west gunfighter she pinches Sarah’s ass as she passes by and follows her up the stairs.

We weren’t even into the second round since they left when a low yet feminine growl catches my ear. A few seconds later comes louder, lustier moan. “Ohhhhhh!” I didn’t know if it was Casey’s superior cunnilingus, the beefy size of the phallus, or both combined but whatever Casey was doing it was working and it was working fast. “OHHHH!” Sarah mewls. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I sit there as tight as drum, my shorts wet with precum, as I can only listen to Sarah’s bliss.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fast and deep, fast and deep, fast and…DEEEEEP!” A great gasp is released followed by a cry that could wake the neighbors. “OHHHHHHH!!!” The only time I’d heard Sarah cum that hard was on that video this morning. I could practically see her legs trembling.

Whether it woke the neighbors or not would remain a mystery, all I knew was that down stairs nobody batted an eye. Though I did note another bulge had appeared in James’ pants.

A couple minutes later the pair come down with a wobbly Sarah leaning on Casey, the smile of a drunk on her woozy face. On her way bay Casey SLAPS the dildo onto the wall to let it hang there by its suction cup base glistening with Sarah’s sweet nectar. She guides Sarah into her seat then retakes control of the game.

“Thank you Maria.” She says as she marks yet another red bonus point for Team Bunny. “Let’s see. 23-14? Team Bunny, you better pick it up.”

“We’re trying!” Sarah puffs. “God, how we’re trying!”

This elicits a chuckle from the room.

“Excuse me.” Maria slips by me and instead of gluing herself to my leg she continues on past. Taking Mr. Purple she skips on up the stairs, her voluptuous body bouncing as she goes. Sarah takes a deep breath and rocks to her feet and follows along.

Maria’s bout with Sarah is the quietest, giving no clue as to what the pair were up to until an orgasmic duet rings out through the house.

“Ohhhhh!”

“Daddyyyyyy!”

When they come back down they are hand in hand, Maria’s other hand holding the purple vibrator and Sarah’s holding the butt plug. Unlike the dildo these items had been cleaned before coming down. The toys are returned to the table and a red tick is added to the opposing team. Six red dashes, six times cucked. And we still had two hours to go! Maria, her hair frizzier, her cheeks darkened and her expression proud, returns to kneel at my side while across the room a winded Sarah slumps down on her towel covered cushion.

“35 to 19!” She exclaims as she sees the board. “Come on guys!”

“He’s a trivia beast.” Javi says. “We’re doing our best.”

“So am I!”

This bring another round of laughter, even I join in this time. Seeing me laugh, seeing me having fun, makes Sarah’s sweaty face light up. Positively glowing from her six rounds of sex she looked so…so…beautiful. She was nearly as radiant as on our wedding day, the happiest day of my life. I shine back my own warm smile and silently mouth the words, ‘I love you’.

I notice a subtle twitch at her brows then at the corners of her mouth. A moment later her smile slowly melts. She bravely reasserts the grin for a second, until it falls again as something inside of her…cracks. Her big blue eyes fill with tears and her bottom lip pouts and begins to tremble. The others, talking among themselves, hadn’t seen this. It was just between her and I.

“Sarah?” I whisper.

Not hearing me Casey claps her hands. “Alright gang, almost done Round 1. We’ll take a fifteen minute break after and then…”

“Casey.” Sarah says. The tremble in her sweet, fragile tone stops all other chatter in the room as every eye turns her way. Her eyes however were locked on me and me alone. “Casey…” She says again, her voice quavering. “…I’d…like to answer the bonus question please.”

“Oh!” Confusion fills the room, the others looking back and forth between themselves as that question had been left there for me. All at once the fantasy veneer covering this ‘game night’ between friends shatters. “There’s only two hours to go until December, sweetie.”

Trying to comfort her Tonia pats her knee and whispers. “You’re so close. We’ll stop with the extra points, okay?”

Gazing into my true love’s eyes my loving smile grows. I knew that look. I knew that voice. I knew my wife. Nothing they could ever say to her would stop what was coming next.

“I don’t care!” Sarah peeps. “Platypus! Platypus, platypus, platypus! PLATYPUS!” Holding her hands out to me she lets out the most pitiful and forlorn wail. “I WANT MY PAPA BEAR!!!”

Nov. 30, Night